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peachseashell · 1 day

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Kabukimono's promise to you

𐔌◞ ◟𑂴 ᪲

━━ fic summary: you met 'Kabukimono' when he was discarded , innocent and kind. Somehow, you two were seperated and only reunited recently after Scaramouche's attempt as 'erasing' himself. So now you can live out your days together , in love. friends to lovers

━━ reader info: gender neutral , no pronouns used, immortal.

━━ c/w's: angst if you think it about it, mostly cringe lovey dovey stuff

━━ a/n: this i supposed to be my 100 followers celebration fic but It's kinda shit sorry

᧔♡᧓ "you have very soft hands (Name)..." the puppet wove his fingers through your own like string ; then eventually brought them to his dry lips. "really? You think so?" your voice was full of disbelief over his affections, Kabukimono was so kind to you it almost felt like too much.

"mhm." he smiled. Small, but sweet. "Kabukimono ?" , "Yes ?"

There was a pause, "we're going to be friends forever , aren't we?" a glimmer of hope in your eyes made the puppets grip tighten around your hand. "I promise."

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You had moved on over the couple of hundreds of years ; you swore to yourself you were over him.

you'd seen it all, it was spread across Teyvat of the Balladeer's failure to achieve godhood. It didn't matter to you - not now, not ever , every memory was vaguely erased. Kabukimono & The Balladeer do not exist and they never had.

You never felt love like that again , until he showed up and completely forced himself into your life almost desperately. You has no idea who this man was that just showed up unannounced , but lesser lord Kusanali put in a good word for him so...you accepted him into your life.

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"Wanderer , sometimes it feels like I know you from somewhere." the words that came out of your mouth made him perk up a little, "Maybe you have." he murmured. "You think so?" Wanderer nodded at your question.

"I think it's possible , yes." No, he knew it was possible , but Wanderer thought it was best if you figured that out for yourself. "(Name)?" he spoke again. "Yes?" "We'll always be together forever , right?"

You smiled at him, "Of course we will, I promise." those words sound so familiar in your head. Wanderer reached for your hand, "You have very soft hands , (Name). I love that about you." his cheeks heated up, becoming a rosy red colour.

"And I love you Wanderer. " you couldn't stop yourself from blurting it out and you almost immediately gasped, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that." Wanderer didn't seem unhappy though, actually he looked over the moon by your confession.

"Really? You do?" he waited for your confirmation and when you nodded a sigh of relief escaped his mouth, "Took you long enough ... I love you too, more than you'll ever know." and for the second time in your life, your hand was once again bought to his lips.

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thepurestgirll · 3 days

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Favorite place to hide✧˖°

It's not new to anyone that Scaramouche is somewhat… short. It's not difficult for you to simply rest your arms on his head or sometimes have to look down a little when he talks to you. He would pretend to be irritated by your actions every time you mentioned his height, but little does anyone know that he actually feels comfortable and secure in having a lover taller than him.

Balladeer had to take care of himself all his life, dealing with things alone has become a part of his routine. Therefore, it took him a while to get used to someone by his side, especially someone who cares and takes care of him.

And even though he often prefers no physical contact at all, there are rare moments when he just wants to hug you and forget everything that happened, forget about all the pain that his past has brought him, and hide from all his fears that unfortunately always seemed to haunt him.

In short, he doesn't care about your height. You could be infinitely taller than him and he still wouldn't care. You're with him, and that's what matters.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Author's note: like always, open requests and everything you already know! Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

I realized that a lot of you feel insecure about being tall, so I decided to write this to try and make you feel better <3 I'm a tall girl myself, so I've always had a bit of a hard time feeling pretty too, but I hope I may have helped you in some way, even if it was just for a few minutes. Thank you for your attention, dear reader <3

@jennifer-jeong I took inspiration from you for this writing, since you mentioned that you are a taller girl in one of your reblogs, I hope you like it!

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cielur5ww · 2 days

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Idk, a modern Au Scaramouche being soft. It can be considered a gn reader, because it does not specify any pronouns... although I did it thinking of a reader amab.

Headcanons of Scaramouche and you, I think no pronoun is specified. Mention of hickeys, nothing explicit, Scaramouche is a proud.. (he is a bit silly)

Scaramouche bf! He doesn't understand in the slightest why you always put too much effort into decorating when you do your schoolwork, (half of him understands) what you do for aesthetics but to him, it seems unnecessary. (It's minimalist)

Scaramouche bf! Every time he gets upset (he's not serious) all he wants from you is for you to shower him with affection. He is hungry for affection, touch or words (better both to relieve that hunger)

Scaramouche bf! who always complains and snorts, annoyed because both of them live far away from each other. Although you see each other in classes and everything, he also wants to spend time with you alone, simply in your room, seeing what nonsense you will come up with today or simply a date at a cafe or walking through squares, enjoying the peace.

Scaramouche bf! who is actually called Kunikuzushi, but now to leave that painful past behind he calls himself Scaramouche, although he doesn't want anything to remember about his previous name... it really doesn't bother him in the least if you call him Kuni or kuzushi, because he is quite used to it. That you call him that, it's as if that nickname was simply made for him, so that you could say it through your lips with that stupidly sweet smile for him (ironic, right?)

Scaramouche bf! He definitely takes care of his skin, although he has almost absolutely no imperfections, he follows a skyn care routine, and he would like to guide you in this type of world of face and skin care if you didn't do it before!, but if you already did So you would like both of you to be together, each doing your own skin care routine.

Scaramouche bf! Good memory and he takes pride in it, but when something happens he acts like an idiot who doesn't know anything or doesn't remember it (he likes to bother you)

Scaramouche bf! Totally embarrassed if you go to the gym and one day you suggest that he sit on top of a bar to do chest exercises, and carrying his weight you do quite a few repetitions... (he gets embarrassed although he tries to maintain his defiant and mocking attitude.)

Scaramouche bf! He is surprised and freezes in a few seconds if you were to carry him so easily, he knows that he weighs little but the fact that you carried him without effort... surprises him and, clearly, he doesn't blush a little, he simply beams, telling you to put it down. And if you don't do it, and you carry him calmly like a princess... he will be with his arms crossed... maintaining an expression of annoyance but you can't take it seriously when that light blush becomes more and more noticeable on his cheeks, it's cute even though he's annoying.

Scaramouche bf! that his physical strength is below the average man (just a little) and sometimes he HATES asking you for help carrying things, because he is supposed to be independent and not weak. (In the end you approach him on your own, and you will have to insist on helping him until he finally says yes... but reluctantly, as if he could really carry that heavy box that, according to him, weighs 100kg ... or if you stop insisting, he will get upset anyway because you didn't want to help him.)

Scaramouche bf! who uses concealer to hide the hickeys that were stupidly dark, he doesn't even know how the hell he leaves you... that you leave him in this ridiculous state (He likes it anyway)

Just bland headcanons, sorry this isn't reviewed, just vague ideas. Any mistake... well it will be there

#scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche headcanons #Scaramouche soft #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche au #Scaramouche au modern #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi #Kunikuzushi name #scaramouche x amab reader #scaramouche

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zushikiss · 1 year

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OK BUT HEAR ME OUT ON SKATER BF SCARAMOUCHE

skater!scaramouche who bribes you with free food so you can accompany him to the nearest skate park, he doesn't mind that his bank account is getting drained, as long as you're there it's worth it

skater!scaramouche who uses the cute hello kitty bandaids you gave him everytime he gets a bruise, he doesn't care that his friends tease him for it nor does he care that it doesn't go well with his outfits.

skater!scaramouche who keeps an extra jacket in the back of his car, he knows it'll get cold specially during the late nights you spend hanging out at the skate park, he also knows you'd probably forget to bring a jacket

skater!scaramouche who uses "teaching you how to skateboard" as an excuse to hold you close to him

skater!scaramouche who'll proudly put all the decals you give him on his skateboard, no matter how big or small, glittery or holographic, it's going on his skateboard.

skater!scaramouche who "accidentally" fails a trick and lands on a person after they looked at you weird

just yk, skater bf scaramouche <33

late night skate date w skater bf!scara

#genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche #scaramouche drabble

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xiaoxo · 19 days

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₊˚·७ YOU’RE MINE, ALL MINE

featuring — xiao, scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, y/l/n y/n

summary — a guy comes up to you and starts flirting with you. even when you mention you have a boyfriend, he doesn’t back off. how does your boyfriend react to the situation?

warnings — xiao, scara, kazuha, and heizou x gn!reader (separate), self indulgent, smut, jealous boys, creepy men (not any of the l/i’s), slightly sub!scaramouche with dom!reader, slight mentions of violence, established relationship in xiao, kazuha, & heizou’s, possessiveness from reader & scara but relationship not established until the end of drabble, reader and itto are best friends in kazu’s, spanking & degration in heizou’s, mentions of reader’s mother being famous for her looks in kazu’s, xiangling and shenhe make an appearance in xiao’s <3

messages from the stars — jealous boys are my weakness. sorry the banners kinda dark i found it darker than most of my banners </3

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

one day, you were busy shopping in liyue harbor. you decided to have lunch at wanmin restaurant, hoping your friend, xiangling, would be there.

thankfully she was and you ordered your food and caught up. it was then that a stranger came up and asked to sit beside you since all the seats were taken.

you obliged but were wary. something about this man was off. he wore the attire of a treasure hoarder but looked like he was trying to disguise himself.

“you…you’re very pretty,” he said, looking at you. you gulped nervously. “thank you,” you mumbled, continuing your conversation with xiangling.

the man was breathing heavily while staring at you, which creeped you out. “do you need something from them, sir?” xiangling asked. “a date, yes,” he said bluntly. “i’m sorry, i have a boyfriend.” “he don’t gotta know.” he smirked and winked at you.

“i’m sure he’d find out one way or another,” you explained, shaking your head. “y/n, is this man bothering you?” shenhe asked after serving a customer, immediately noticing your nervous expression.

“no, we’re just having a friendly chat,” the man tried assuring. “i asked them, not you,” she said sternly. you gave her a subtle nod.

“excuse me sir, i’m going to have to ask you to leave the restaurant,” xiangling said, standing up and brushing herself off.

“you can’t kick me out! i’m a dedicated customer,” he said gruffly. “now sweetheart, how about that date?” he turned his attention to you. “no, i don’t think xiao or me would like that.”

suddenly, the adeptus appeared in front of them. “you— you’re dating the vigilant yaksha?” he stammered. “who are you?” xiao crossed his arms, asking sternly.

“this man has appeared to make y/n uncomfortable, asking them out despite dating you,” shenhe explained the situation.

“is that so?” xiao looked at the man with piercing eyes. “i— i didn’t know they were dating you! i promise not to interfere,” he said nervously, stumbling over his words.

the man breathed heavily and fearfully before getting out of his seat and rushing off. you let out a sigh of relief.

“let’s go,” he told you, helping you get up. he kept a possessive grip around your waist as he held you, teleporting to wangshu inn.

once he got you in his room, he ripped yours and his clothes off and tossed you on the bed.

“who does he think he is? talking to my lover,” xiao huffed, pounding into you. “mmph! xiao,” you moaned out, gripping the sheets below you.

you came abruptly, feeling your juices spilling onto the bed. xiao just watched as your hole overflowed, leaking out. “if you think we’re done, you’re wrong. i still need to make sure you know you’re mine.”

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

you were waiting for scaramouche to show up to a meeting he planned with you and a couple other fatui members. he wasn’t one to miss meetings, at least with you, but he was running late this time.

it wasn’t long before one of the members approached you and tried having a conversation with you. “so are you from around here?” he asked, a creepy smile plastered on his face.

“yes, you can say that,” you explained, crossing your arms. it was a bad idea, seeing the man’s eyes drift onto your cleavage through your form-fitting top with a v-neck. you immediately uncrossed your arms, huffing in annoyance.

archons, what was taking scaramouche so long?

“how about you and i get out of here and ditch this meeting? there seems to be some obvious tension between us,” he said in a sultry tone, smirking. “no, i’m fine, thanks.” you brushed him off, continuing to look around for scaramouche.

“oh come on, sweetheart, don’t play hard to get,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “back. off.” scaramouche’s voice was heard, gripping the man’s hand tightly and slowly pulling it off.

“lord scaramouche!” the man stammered. “who do you think you are touching other subordinates?” “i-i just…i thought they liked me! so i wanted to—” “like you? who would like utter trash like you? let alone someone as skilled as y/n,” he scoffed, turning to face you.

the man glanced at you then back at him. “i-i-i’m sorry, lord scaramouche! i won’t ever assume again,” he said, almost pleading for him to be spared. “you’re fired. get out of my sight,” he told him, crossing his arms.

the ex-fatui member scurried away. “you’re coming with me.” scaramouche grit his teeth, dragging you to the hotel where he was staying.

when you entered the hotel room, he pinned you against the wall of his bedroom. “don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you said, smirking. “ha! how little do you think of me? i merely need to remind you that you belong to me. you’re under my command,” he told you.

“oh i might be, but in bed,” you pushed him onto the bed, “you’re under mine.” you kissed him before he could deny anything. “even if we aren’t together, you’re mine and mine alone,” you breathed out, straddling his lap.

pinning him to the bed, you peppered kisses throughout his face and neck, leaving dark and deep hickies. grinding on his lap, he stifled a moan. something about being dominated was exciting. sure he liked being in control, but maybe it was okay to lower his guard around you, especially with you making him feel so good.

“y/n, ahh!” he moaned, feeling you suck on the spot that made his eyes roll back. you left a dark red hickey, officially marking him yours. pulling away, you admired your work, enjoying him all marked up by you and you alone.

stripping out of both your clothes, you lined his cock up with your entrance, sliding down. “you don’t know..how long i’ve been waiting for this,” you sighed out, riding him and leaning down.

your hands wrapped around his neck. it wasn’t like he needed to breathe, but the act was so arousing to him, just to be touched so explicitly made his body run in excitement.

you tried keeping your composure, but scaramouche’s cock was just so good. he hit all the right spots and split you in half perfectly. running your fingers in his hair, you kissed him again.

feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you whimpered an “ ‘m close,” to him. “a—ahh! me too, y/n,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “god you’re adorable. your moans for me are the cutest!♡︎” you told him, smirking down at him.

cumming intensely, scaramouche shot his sperm into your hole, filling you up entirely.

both coming down from your high, you didn’t lose eye contact. “you’re mine now, all fucking mine.”

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

kazuha wasn’t usually the jealous type, but seeing you talking with itto sparked the unfamiliar feeling in his chest. the way you got along with him so well made him think of his times with you. sure you had things in common but the way you got along with itto just seemed like he was a better fit for you.

“kazu, you’re here!” you exclaimed, seeing your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. “missed you,” you murmured in his ear, and suddenly he had nothing to worry about.

“itto, this is my boyfriend, kaedehara kazuha,” you explained, smiling at your best friend. “b—boyfriend? wait, you’re the one who blocked the shogun’s attack!” itto started asking him a dozen and a half questions.

“itto!” you snapped, telling him to tone it down. “sorry, sorry! i’m arataki “the one and oni” itto!” he gave his dramatic introduction, brushing his hair. kazuha awkwardly smiled, glancing at you.

“he’s a bit much,” you muttered, winking at him.

during dinner, you would not stop talking about itto and yours escapades, having stars in your eyes as you recalled every moment. of course kazuha was grateful you were having fun with friends but when you mentioned he had a childhood crush on your mom when he was younger made the pit in his stomach come back.

your mother was one of inazuma’s beauties growing up. her looks spread across the region and may people tried courting her. unfortunately, only a narcissistic asshole caught her eye, fooling her with his ‘charms’ and manipulation.

what if itto sought after you because you reminded him of your mom? would he even make a move on you? in reality, itto wouldn’t dream of it, viewing you as only his best friend and respecting that you had a boyfriend.

“what about itto makes him so interesting to talk about?” he suddenly asked, making your expression drop. “i just…we’ve been hanging out a lot together, i wanted to fill you in,” you murmured. now he felt a little bad, seeing he ruined the mood for you.

“i’m sorry darling, please keep talking.” your expression brightened, continuing your rambling about yours and itto’s prank on shinobu.

later that night, you rested in the same bed as him, reading a book. but, kazuha wanted you. after seeing you with itto, he needed to feel you again, feel your body against his as he came inside you over and over.

“y/n,” he began, clasping your wrist. “yes?” you placed your book down. “i…i need you,” he admitted bashfully. you smiled at him, closing your book after marking where you left off.

turning around, you leaned in and kissed him, bringing him onto your lap. he pecked and nibbled at your lips, tasting your lipgloss. his hands went to pull your nightgown off.

now completely bare for him, you looked up at him with an embarrassed expression. “t— take your clothes off too, it’s not fair that i’m the only one naked,” you mumbled shyly. kazuha chuckled at your usual shyness when it came to activities like this.

“as you wish, my dear,” he cooed, undressing out of his white shirt and boxers. he lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing in. he stifled a moan as he thrusted into you at a steady pace.

“mm, kazu,” you moaned out, biting your lip. kazuha leaned down and roughly made out with you, licking and biting at your lip. he couldn’t get enough of you.

as he thrusted in and out, he couldn’t help but admire you—your sinful expression, the drool pooling at the sides of your mouth, and the way your walls wrapped around his cock so perfectly.

“a— ah love, i’m gonna— mmh!” he groaned, feeling the knot tighten in his stomach. “me too— kazu! mmph!” he kissed you roughly with a bit of possessiveness. his fingers dug into your skin as he rode out his high with you.

“i love you, darling,” he cooed softly. “only you.”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

it was finally time for you to exact your revenge on your boyfriend. for months, he’s been teasing and making you jealous. now, it was finally time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

a new member was appointed at the tenryou commission and you were tasked with showing him the ropes. you could tell he was into you, from his stammered speech and flushed cheeks.

you would purposefully linger your hands on his and whisper in his ear, sending chills down his spine. “you’re doing so well, you’re a natural at this,” you would coo.

it was when heizou entered your office with a bouquet of flowers that he found you giggling with the new member.

he immediately halted in his steps upon seeing you caress the man’s arm, seeing his face heat up at your touch.

“oh, heizou!” you exclaimed, finally acknowledging your boyfriend. “y/n, who’s this?” he asked, glaring daggers into the man. “this is hayakawa-san, he’s a new member of the tenryou commission. i’ve been tasked with showing him the ropes.”

“i see,” he said flatly. “i-i can leave,” hayakawa stammered. “no it’s fine—” “if you could, please. i need some time alone with y/n,” heizou interrupted. the man rose out of his seat and scampered out of the room.

heizou placed the flowers on the coffee table, approaching you. you stood up to greet him with an innocent kiss but he flipped you over and bent you over the table.

he pulled your shorts down and gave you a rough slap against your ass. “you little slut, thinking you can whore yourself out to the newest member of the tenryou commission,” he said, giving your ass another slap.

you whimpered, biting your lip. “just have to show you your mine, huh?” he chuckled, pulling his cock out. lining it up with your hole, he slowly slid in your tight hole.

both of you sighed in relief, heizou breathing out with each thrust into you. “mine, all fucking mine!” he said aloud, looking at the way your ass bounced with his thrusts.

“no matter who i flirt with, who you flirt with, you’ll always be mine, okay baby?” his voice changed as he whispered in your ear, caressing the dip in your back. “but will you be mine?” you retorted, huffing before letting out a moan.

heizou pursed his lips together. the only reason he flirted was to rile you up. he didn’t intend on making you question your relationship. “all yours, y/n. only yours.”

#꒰♡︎ luma’s works ☆꒱#꒰♡︎ genshin impact ☆꒱#genshin x reader #genshin impact #xiao smut #scaramouche smut #kaedehara kazuha smut #shikanoin heizou smut #xiao x gn reader #scaramouche x gn reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #heizou shikanoin x reader

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kunishiros · 19 days

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love with scaramouche, can be considered quite a strange one. it is complex, heavy, yet at the same time so heartfelt.

maintaining a relationship with him couldn't be called easy. things always felt heated in a way or another, as if the sudden thickness of the air formed a barrier between the two of you whenever you're together. behind every hungry and bittersweet kiss, was just a sense of desperation for an assurance, some sort of confirmation from you that only he has the privilege to have you in his arms.

it's true that his possessiveness can get quite frustrating sometimes, but can you blame him? the "heartless" puppet has had multiple losses of the few people he cherished. he has long forgotten, if not never knew how to love properly. even his gaze and touch was so fiery, and that flame came from no other than his heart, which at this point had become your possession.

it wasn't uncommon for him to question your faithfulness, still hesitating to place his full trust in you. but then he let his guard down just a little and suddenly it feels like you can see right through him, as if he was transparent. his hidden innocence, his love for you that was so true and pure. it was something so deep that not only caught you by surprise, but overwhelms himself as well. which was the main cause of why he tries to hide it from you; because to rely on someone else is a form of weakness. but as much as he hated it, he needed you. you were the only one that could provide a source of such sincerity and trust towards the harbinger, when no one else would.

the way he sinks into your embrace, taking in the warmth and love that radiates from your body. it was a gesture that at first would get him trembling and his breath labored ever so slightly. the puppet had never experienced such an immense amount of love that was so sincere. yet over time, your patience won him over, and so did the hesitation to show his true self around you falter.

note: fatui scara, not wanderer. first official writing post, how we feeling?

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buoyant-breeze · 1 year

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I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap.

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

#kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #wisteria fragrance #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #kazuha fluff #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #scaramouche x gn reader #kazuha x gn reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x gn reader #kunikuzushi smut #kunikuzushi fluff

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tellerluna-stories · 1 year

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veneration.

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

GENRE: canon-compliant. belligerent romantic tension, flirting but not quite flirting, the trope of helping the other get ready for an important event.

TW/CW: slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (although it was literally revealed in the livestream so idk if it counts as spoilers).

A/N: boo, I'm alive (sort of.) I can't believe I'm writing for emo pinocchio, much less simping for him (yes, @x-zho and @byeol-ssi you read that correctly),,,, but HEY IF THIS DRABBLE GETS ME OUTTA BURNOUT DEPRESSION Y NAT COCONUT

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.

"As she should be. Never forget the service she has done you, sir."

"And what of the service you owe me?" He retorts. "I don't recall summoning you here just so you could sit and recite pretty words to me while I do all the work."

An exasperated sigh and a slight rustle as you get up from your chair, followed by the echoing sound of your footsteps as you began climbing the stairs to the head of his soon-to-be divine vessel. "I had assumed that you wouldn't want my assistance until I was called for."

"I'm sure Haypasia would have willingly volunteered to assist me." Scaramouche remarks idly, tracing a finger along the polished metal. "When it comes to loyalty to me, I'm sure that that girl is second to none."

Silence, just as expected. Your face is pristinely neutral when you reach the top of the stairs and place the book on the floor, but he knows better; he knows how the blood surges in your veins in not-quite-jealousy, how the air catches in your throat at the thought of someone being better devoted to him.

Up until now, the Balladeer had had a hard time finding an edge over your nonchalant nature, with any sharp jabs left blithely ignored or rebutted, with no room for nonsense— for out of all the people who dared test their bravery by working with him, you were one of the few who had remained mostly unaffected by his short temper.

But with a certain researcher in the equation, it seems that he had a new — and most entertaining — way to push your buttons.

"You shouldn't have tangled up the tethers like this, sir." You kneel down to untangle the mess of cables at his already-tethered feet, your hair falling forward to conceal your face. "The Doctor would not be pleased if something were to malfunction tomorrow due to something as minor as this."

He stands stock-still as your hands trace along the length of his arm, searching for where to attach the cables to his wrists and shoulders, your fingertips brushing against his back as you check for any loosened tethers; to an outsider, it would seem that you were merely performing the duties of a faithful assistant. But every move and word was choreographed, designed to bring out your true intentions under the guise of professionalism.

"Tell me," The Balladeer asks, a taunting lilt to his voice. "What sort of book are you reading that distracts you from my glory?"

"Just something I picked up in the Grand Bazaar." You reply, and soft hands brush against the sides of his neck, reaching to safely tether him to his vessel. "A book of short essays and poetry, written by some obscure but well-read author."

"What sort of poetry?" Scaramouche keeps his gaze locked on yours, pretending to be unaffected by the way your arms enclosed the air around him, the close proximity between the two of you. The fun part of the game was to never reveal your hand of cards, after all.

"The usual; some about life, or loss. The seasons, and some about places the author had been to." Your eyes briefly flicker to meet his. "Love poems, too."

He cannot help but smirk, knowing full well at what you were playing at; the two of you had an unspoken agreement, a mutual push and pull as you aimed to tear each other's heartstrings out and have the other dancing in the palm of their hand. "Care to recite one, then? I'd like to see if you can actually spew pleasant words for once."

"If that is what the Lord Harbinger wishes," was your response, your gaze drifting away to focus on adjusting the tethers on his hands and wrists one last time. "There is one piece that I particularly enjoy; allow me to retrieve my book so that I may read that to you."

You were clever— he had to admit as much. This very well could have been your plan all along, to grab his attention with a book that you were certain would make an impression on him; he would not put it past you to have made such a bold plan.

But since the Balladeer was soon to achieve his lifelong goal, he was feeling generous tonight— he would indulge your little schemes for today, just this once.

"Ah, here it is." You straighten up, the pages rustling as you flip to the correct page. "This essay is rather long, but this particular excerpt is my favourite."

Scaramouche watches as you begin to pace back and forth aimlessly, your lips parting to take a deep breath in preparation... and he waits. He waits for the next move in the chess game, for his turn to come.

"Look up to the stars, and remember the light in my eyes." One finger traces idly along the page, your eyes following it intently as if to bore a hole through the paper. "Look to the east, the rosy dawn, and think of my lips, sweetened with the honey of memories with you."

"But furthermore, evermore, I beg of you, my darling..." Your feet shift to wander towards him, stepping closer and closer till you were only a few paces away from where he stood.

"...Look at me and only me forevermore." You recited, tilting his head upwards with the edge of your book, your warm breath fanning his cheeks as you leaned ever-closer. "Are these the sort of words you'd like to hear from me, Lord Harbinger?"

"Hah." A chuckle escapes his mouth before he can stop himself— really, truly, this was all too entertaining! "That all depends on what I am to you."

"What I am to you is the same as what you are to me." For the first time that evening you smiled, a mirror of the same smile he had now; the air of both challenge and taunt hidden behind the guise of a pleasant expression. "I wish you good luck on your promotion tomorrow, Lord Harbinger."

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Your lips, my lips

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characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this !!

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Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

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transmascaraa · 2 months

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👉👈 just any scara or wanderer crumbs i love him im so desperate most of his tag is smut i just want to give him a kiss

bf!wanderer headcannons!

you give him a kiss while having dinner in public...

bf!wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: a req for tonight so you guys have something to read other than lyrics lmfaoo have fun reading<3

"stop..."

-he was definitely not the best option if you're into pda or something.

-a kiss? in private ONLY.

-the literal most he would do, and he would do it if your practically begging him for it,

-is hand-holding.

-nothing more.

-so something like kissing him in public would be really bold of you.

-so, you decided to take this on opportunity when you went out to eat dinner with him.

-a really romantic dinner, expensive, but he would pay because he said so.

-sitting down on a table in the corner, next to a window, showing the beautiful nature of sumeru.

-"i really like it here." you said, still munching on your food a bit.

-"i told you nahida has the best recommendations. and don't talk with your mouth full." he bluntly said, glancing at you as he sipped his bitter mint tea.

-"mhm... mmkay." you rolled your eyes playfully.

-after finishing your food, you decided to buy a dessert for yourself too.

-not like he minded spending his money on you, it made him happy to do so. i mean- spending money on you means you being happy, yk?

-you even forced him to just try the ice cream you bought.

-"ugh- it's- cold and sweet. ew-" he complained. nothing new.

-but there was a little bit of ice cream left on his cheek.

-nonchalantly, you kissed it and then licked your lips, as if it was an everyday thing.

-he froze. he blushed. his heart started racing. he thinks everyone is looking at you two. he thinks that everyone-

-"kuni, you okay?" you ask him, putting a hand on his now warm cheek, making him look at you with wide eyes and red cheeks.

-"don't ever do that again." he blushed even harder as he whispered this to you.

-he means "do it again."

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this is so fucking cute

i love wanderer

he's my top 1 idc our little babygirl

@amaribelt | @mariaace <3

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heartsiez · 1 year

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MINE.

when they’re put in a situation that makes them feel jealous

⌗ kazuha and scaramouche x gn reader (seperate)

⌗ jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour, idk what else. their parts are like a one shot in their own HELP.

— kazuha

as the cherry blossom petals swirled around you and kazuha, you couldn't help but feel content. you had known kazuha for a while now, and had grown to appreciate his company more and more each time you were together. today, the two of you had decided to take a stroll through the park and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

you’d just gotten off work at a local café in inazuma. it was insanely busy today, causing you to get stressed out. many customers wanted the same thing, causing the item to go out of stock, which caused others to be mad because what they wanted wasn’t available. you’d go into more detail but just the thought of it stresses you out.

once you stepped out of the building you knew straight away you needed kazuha with you to ease off all of your negative emotions. you really did love kazuha, he was always able to clear your head with just a word. you may not be dating yet, but it’s clear as day to anyone that you both have feelings for each other.

anyways, that’s where it brings you to now. you were in the middle of telling kazuha about your day when you suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance causing you to pause your movements, kazuha copying with a confused look.

it was your ex.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as memories flooded your mind. you hadn't seen your ex in months, and you had thought that you had moved on from the heartbreak they had caused you. which, you have moved on, but you still can’t help the familiar feelings that come over you. it makes you feel guilty because kazuhas right next to you.

your ex noticed you, both locking eyes. you wanted to tear your eyes away from them, or even pull your eyes out of your sockets but you just couldn’t look away.

as your ex approached, you tensed up, unsure of how to react. to your surprise, your ex greeted you with a warm smile and a friendly hug. you hesitated, but you couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

kazuha, who had been watching the entire interaction (even from when you first noticed them), felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him.

he had grown to care deeply for you, wanting to keep you by his side forever, and the sight of you interacting with your ex made him very uneasy. he tried to brush off the feeling, reminding himself that you were the one with him now (even if not officially), and that your ex was just permanently a part of your past.

you pulled away from your ex, turning back to kazuha with a guilty, and apologetic look. “uhm, kazu, this is my…” you trailed off awkwardly, not really knowing what to call them. kazuha already knew who this person was to you, you just didn’t wanna seem rude officially introducing your ex, as your ex.

“i’m their old friend.” they continued for you, offering out their hand for him with a sweet smile, though the wind told kazuha different.

“it’s… a surprise to meet you.” kazuha took their hand with swift haste, an obvious fake smile plastered. you cleared your throat as they both pulled away, moving back to stand next to kazuha you looked to him, and he looked back.

“you don’t mind if they spend the rest of the day with us?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face as kazuha let out a sigh only you could really hear. “of course not, it would be my pleasure to meet an old friend of your past.” he made sure to clarify.

“great…” your ex looked at him with a challenging look and then turned around. “i saw there was a place just past those trees over there, let’s go take a look.”

they took your wrist pulling you with them, scaring you out of surprise. you looked back to kazuha who was quick to follow you two, though mainly focusing on the connection between your wrist and their hand. his eyes finally travelled up to meet yours and you offered him an apologetic smile, as in to say everything will go fine from now on.

however, as the day went on, kazuha couldn't shake the wretched feeling inside of him. he just wanted to steal you away forever, not liking the feeling of someone else being a threat to you two. and your ex was one. they seemed to be getting too close for comfort, and kazuha couldn't help but feel like he was slowly being pushed out of the picture.

the sun began to set, and your ex had already said their goodbyes, apologising that it must be weird for you and that they overstayed their visit. kazuha was glad they finally seemed to realise.

he pulled you aside, away from everyone else who was still in the cherry blossom park, thought not much. you looked at him with a curious look, both your arms crossed over each other. he took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and hesitant.

"i know i shouldn't feel this way, and it’s not my place to really say this, but seeing you with your ex today... it made me feel… horrible. i care about you a lot, and the thought of losing you to someone from your past scares me."

you were a little shocked. i mean, kazuha feeling insecure? usually he knows whether or whether not he should be feeling vulnerable in a situation, because the wind whispers the secrets to him. so he must be feeling really upset if he’s not trusting the winds of the archon.

you continued to stare at him, trying to find out how he was really feeling inside from his face. you could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes, and your heart ached for him. you felt guilty.

you took his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace, "kazuha, you have nothing to worry about. you're the one i want to be with, and nothing will ever change that. my ex is just a part of my past, but you... you're my present and my future." you smiled at him warmly.

kazuha's tense shoulders relaxed as he returned the embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. he had been so worried about losing you, but hearing your words made him feel more secure in your relationship. the negativ emotion on his face disappeared, getting it replaced with a way more positive one.

as the two of you pulled away, kazuha leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. he grabbed the wrist your ex held earlier, and pulled it up to his lips to kiss, his eyes not breaking eye contact the entire time.

the rest of the evening was spent in a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoying each other's company as the sun set over the horizon. the memory of your exes visit was fading fast along with the light in the sky.

you knew that there would be more challenges ahead for you both, but with kazuha by your side, you felt confident that the two of you could overcome anything together.

lol corny.

— scaramouche

scaramouche, the cunning and mischievous harbinger of the fatui, had always been a man of many talents. but there was one thing that he couldn't quite control - his jealousy. and as he watched you interact with aether from behind a wall, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a rising sense of possessiveness.

you lived with scaramouche in the fatui headquarters as his assistant, and loving partner. your best friend, aether, would usually visit you sometimes with scaramouches permission, but he never really knew what you two got up to since he was always out on missions when aether was there.

this was the first time he was present while aether visited and he’d never felt such regret in saying yes before. he wished he never gave permission to that blonde.

while scaramouche had tried to ignore the growing friendship between the two of you, he found it increasingly difficult to do so throughout the day. aether was a charismatic and friendly traveler, and it was visible to the eye that you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, much to scaramouches dismay.

as scaramouche continued to watch the two of you talk and laugh, he couldn't help but feel a nagging murderous feeling in his chest. he knew that he had no right to feel this way, mostly because you’d get extremely angry at him if you found out he wanted to kill your best friend... but he couldn't help the way he felt.

then, to add salt on his internal wound, aether leaned in closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. scaramouche's eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction, feeling a surge of anger. if aether didn’t mean that much to you he would’ve already ripped that plat off.

as he started to slowly get a better look of the two of you, he noticed something that surprised him - aether seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing. he was just being friendly, completely unaware of the intimate actions he was creating, and of the harbinger's leaking jealousy flowing throughout the entire building.

scaramouche took a deep, long breath, trying to calm himself down. he knew that he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, especially not near you and aether. one noise and you’d hear him, which would cause you to find him and boast him with questions.

it’s okay. he can last… at least that’s what he told himself.

as the day went on, scaramouche found it harder and harder to control his burning jealousy. it felt like a forest fire inside of him. he didn't want to lose you to some prick, and the sight and thought of aether getting too close to you made him feel sick to his stomach.

finally, it was night and you three sat around a small table chatting. well, it was mostly just you and aether speaking while scaramouche held back a nasty look to him.

as he sat there anticipating for the time aether would leave, he saw something that made the last thread inside of him snap. aether had tucked some short hair strands behind your ear, then his hand trailed down your neck and rested on your shoulder as you continued to speak. it was an innocent friendly gesture, but scaramouche had had enough. he stood up abruptly, glaring at aether sharply.

"i think it's time for you to leave," he said, his voice harsh and fast to leave his body.

aether looked up, surprised. "what? why?" he asked.

"because i don't want you around here anymore," scaramouche replied, his voice laced with venom.

you looked between the two of them, confused and slightly angered by scaramouche's sudden outburst. "scaramouche, what's going on?" you asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

but scaramouche pulled away from you. you looked at him, slightly hurt from what he did, but in a way that you knew you upset him in some way seriously which made you upset.

his eyes dark and his jaw clenched. "i said leave, aether," he repeated, his voice colder than before.

aether stood up slowly, looking between you and scaramouche with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don't understand what's going on, but if you want me to leave, i will," he said, his voice calm and measured. “i’ll see you!” he said with an awkward smile, you giving a sad one back.

as aether gathered his things and prepared to leave, you turned your attention back to scaramouche, your voice hurt and angry. "what was that about?" you demanded, your voice shaking with emotion.

scaramouche's expression softened slightly as he looked at you, but the jealousy was still evident in his eyes. "i'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "i just... i don't like seeing you with him. i don't want to lose you. the way he touched you just then and today i…”

you sighed, feeling torn between your feelings for scaramouche and your friendship with aether. "scaramouche, you know that you don't have to be jealous," you said, trying to reason with him. "i care about you, and i'm not going anywhere."

scaramouche nodded, his expression still pained. "i know that, but... i can't help the way i feel."

you reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "i understand that, but you can't just push people away when you feel threatened," you said gently. "it's not fair to them, or to me."

scaramouche nodded again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "i know, and i'm sorry. i'll try to do better," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

you smiled at him, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. "that's all i can ask," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "let's just focus on enjoying the peace we’ll have together, okay?"

scaramouche's lips twitched up into a small smile as he leaned in to return the kiss. "okay," he said, his voice softening. "together."

⌗ hai i’m back:3 took a little break bc of writers block……………. um……… not proof read bc i’m honestly still in writers block i just feel bad for not posting. would u believe me if i told u ai helped me out with the ideas of these prompts

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thepurestgirll · 2 months

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Soft spot ✧˖°

Scaramouche's attitudes may seem quite rude to those around him, but you don't fail to notice the small soft spot he has for you.

When he wants to, Scaramouche can act surprisingly kind to you, even if he does his best to hide it. If you are someone more extroverted, he can listen to you talk for hours and hours without any problems. Your voice doesn't tend to irritate him as much as others' voices do…

If we are talking about someone who is more introverted… he really doesn't mind the silence, if the two of you are together, he doesn't care what you two are talking about or what you are doing, your presence can entertain him enough. You won't need to move a single muscle to respond to the people around you, especially if you are someone who is shy. He can respond to those who dare interrupt your moment together, even though he never said he would do it kindly…

I see him as someone who values moments together more than expensive restaurants or material items. He won't think twice if you want to go to a nice restaurant, but his favorite type of "date" is just the two of you lying together while listening to music. I see him as someone who listens to crystal castles, cavetown or even TV girl.

Like Scaramouche, Xiao can be incredibly kind to you.

If you are someone who is more extroverted, he can listen to you talking about his interests for hours. Then he will try to research something about that particular subject to understand more the next time you want to talk about it.

If we are talking about someone who is more shy or introverted, Xiao may be able to handle social interactions for you. I don't see Xiao as necessarily shy, he just doesn't like people. So with that in mind, you can let him answer people for you when you just don't feel like talking.

I believe Xiao's favorite kind of date is dancing with you in the rain. He doesn't care if you two are wearing fancy clothes or are somewhere necessarily perfect, he just wants to enjoy that moment with you.

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Author's note: like always, open requests and everything you already know! (I'm just not sure if I can answer everything, I want to do things in my own time, sorry)

These are my interpretations of the characters, it's okay to disagree or just not like my point of view. As always, the reader has no gender! Just wanted to make this clear, as I've received questions in my ask box about this! Thank you for your attention, dear reader <3

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kiskisur · 7 months

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(have this before I take a break) (sick rn so-)

"just don't bother me again." wanderer spat, 'annoyed' by your hug before glancing at your now disappointed face.

"oh." he raised a brow, expecting you to protest or hug him tighter but frowned when your arms were about to let go of him.

"hey, I didn't say anything about stopping." the hat guy rolled his eyes, his hand on your waist tightening as if it didn't wanna let go.

"but didn't you-" you were cut off by his glare, causing your mouth to snap shut.

the purple haired guy sighed, shaking his head before hugging you tighter. "don't tell anyone about this or you're dead."

#♡ ;; kiskisur !#x male reader #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #x bottom male reader #x ftm reader #𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#genshin scaramouche x male reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x ftm reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #genshin scaramouche x gender neutral reader #genshin scaramouche x female reader #genshin scaramouche x mtf reader

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zushikiss · 1 year

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(drunkly) falling in love

summary ; the genshin boys are drunk and are mesmerized by you !

warnings ; a bit of mention of alcohol, reader in xiao's is hinted to be an adeptus/non-mortal, gn!reader, use of petnames [ honey, dear ]

pairings ; xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

notes ; i got bored during class and made these drabbles 😭😭

─ XIAO

lantern rite was one of the events xiao was willing to celebrate, though he'd celebrate any events with you if you asked him to, lantern rite was one he was looking forward to, though you expected it to go just as well as last year, you didn't expect your beloved adeptus to drink a few shots.

"hm.."

"xiao, are you okay? do you want to go back to our room?"

"..our room?"

"yes honey, our room."

"you'd willingly stay in a room with me??"

though also holding back a laugh yourself, hu tao and the traveller seemed to find it quite funny as they were laughing to their heart's content.

"yes.. like i have been, for the past 500 years."

"hu tao.. what kind of sick joke did you get your weirdly attractive friend to get in on?? i thought i told you before to pay respects to the adepti."

"but xiao it's not a joke, y/n has been your partner since forever."

and after that he just blankly stares at you, no words exchanged, completely silent except for the quiet and confused giggles from lumine and hu tao, you move closer to xiao as you hold his hands, a red hue takes over his face as he finally passes out.

"i'm never letting him forget this."

─ KAZUHA

"wow.."

"kazu, you okay?"

"beidou thank archons you let this gorgeous person aboard the crux.."

though most the crew was asleep, your husband and the captain was definitely wide awake.

"you mean you? you brought your spouse aboard kazuha, not me."

"SPOUSE???"

beidou's trying her best not to laugh at the ash haired male's out burst as he blinks in confusion, eyes darting between your figure and the hunched over captain's.

"yes dear, spouse.. we've been married for almost 3 years now."

"wow.."

and with that, kazuha is back to his staring, his eyes are burning holes onto your eyes at this point.

─ SCARAMOUCHE

"you're awfully attractive.."

"excuse me?"

"i said, you look attractive."

confusion settles in as you've never seen your boyfriend like this, and you've known him for a generous amount of time, quickly figuring out it was the sake, you took it from the table and hid it under, all while scaramouche was staring at your eyes.

"very pretty, but kinda slow- wait where's my alcohol?"

"hmm, i don't know maybe the big bad dendro archon took it."

"nahida... damn you."

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iheartkuni · 8 months

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bf!scara who might just be obsessed w u

summary: self-explanatory / scaramouche basically runs a fan account of you on his instagram and you think it's cute and silly

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out/biting, fluff, smau, scara calls reader 'doll'

pairings: scaramouche x gn!reader

notes: ive been so busy cause of school aaa ill try posting more but i really can't promise anything ;;;

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x gn reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #i love scaramouche

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staarri · 21 days

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𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨 — 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

c. scaramouche

character(s) are friends with reader, gn!reader, angsty-ish, scaramouche is still in the fatui, this is a work of fiction

fluff , love letter . word count : roughly 0.9k

t. @aventurne @tragedy-of-commons @yvnaology @nyoomiin

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s busy, constantly busy, awake even during the most ungodly hours of the night and constantly rubbing at his eyes from his exhaustion. It’s no surprise the Fatui are overworking him again. What’s funny is that he’s sitting at his desk, a pile of papers on the right side–all reports from his underlings–were unnoticed; all of it, even the chirping of the birds as the sun rose and showed the start of a new day, Scaramouche was stuck on a piece of paper in front of him with the words that reads, To my dearest.

There's no way he can capture your beauty on a cheap piece of parchment . He should’ve bought something expensive instead, like a new set of clothes he thinks you’ll like. But lately you’ve just seemed so distant. He needs to reach you somehow. You’ve been driven away by the lies his mouth spills and now, he’s suffering with the consequences, and not once will he ever say it to you, but he needs you to stick with him while he tries to better himself.

So here he is: a fountain pen in hand, wasting his time with something so.. childish. Who writes letters anyway, isn't it something you did as a child towards someone you liked?

Call him a child then. Call him old-fashioned, traditional, and in love. Call him whatever you like, because in the end he’s yours, and he’s always been.

He’s let his thoughts linger for too long and suddenly it's 7 am. His eyebags have never been worse and his mind is tired, not from his job, but from this stupid letter he’s made no progress on. To my dearest should be good enough, right? I mean, you were easy to please. He was sure that it would be more than enough for you.

How tiring. He says, mindlessly scribbling on the paper, jet-black ink scattered all throughout and splattering around the words. Was he angry? Not at all. Frustrated, yes, but for a good reason–to think he did this just because you two were friends was infuriating. Shouldn’t you two be something more?

You were pretty, far too pretty for him to describe. Scaramouche thought his vocabulary was wide enough, but this letter alone has him searching for the words he once knew. Your eyes, leaving him feeling small in a never ending forest and your smile–god, your smile was intoxicating. It would give light to the things he’s been hiding from you this entire time. Your laugh–your voice, sweet and soft, loud and oh-so clear. How you’d bring it down to a whisper when you feel embarrassed about admitting something, how your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when your smile lines just seem so fitting for someone like you.

What was so special about you?

You were like the sunset on the beaches, glowing. Absolutely stunning, ethereal, lighting everything in a bright orange, his eyes becoming a mix of brown and a dark blue. He’s different around you, he's a completely different person. From the color of his eyes to the racing of his heart, to the feeling that he wasn’t getting enough air whenever you hold his hand–but you’d do it in a friendly way. You don't squeeze his hand too tight, you let go when necessary and don’t leave any kind of touch lingering for far too long.

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s bad with words and he can’t tell you the things you want to hear;he can’t provide you with the touch you crave, he can’t make up his mind. One moment he’s thinking about just giving you a whole bag of mora for you to use for your next trip, the other he’s thinking about finishing this damn letter that has plagued his mind ever since you first whispered the fact you appreciate him.

There’s no way he can treat you right. There’s absolutely no way he will be perfect, that he’ll be the partner that’ll leave such a mark on you. But god, ask for the world and he will give it to you. Name one thing and when you wake up it's right at your nightstand. Choose the ring and its design, he’ll get a matching one that you yourself decided on as well. Just say the word because he is a child in love.

So here he is, an envelope in hand. Going to the nearest flower shop to buy something that will still wilt under the sun after a few days. He will not love, and can’t love the same way as you, but he will learn how to.

Call him stupid;call him an idiot for falling for someone he knows is way too out of his league. But that’s all he is, and it's far too late to change that. He might lose you at some point, and that's really what scares him the most.

Suddenly he’s standing at your doorstep, ringing the doorbell and you’d be confused who in the world decided to bring you a sunflower and a piece of envelope in the middle of the day–you don't recall ordering anything.

He didn’t even get to sign it. Maybe next time he can get it right… for his dearest.

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