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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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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 !!

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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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kuni-is-daddy · 10 months

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT (new anon here btw :3)

summoner!y/n summons a demon, that demon being scara but he was a very… lustful demon and had needs for his own, using y/n as his own personal pet >_<

DOM!Demon Scara X Summoner Female Reader

//HI ANON. WELCOME TO THE SCARANATION I HOPE U ENJOY UR STAY♥️

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word count: 1.67k(150 follower special ♥️)

Featuring: A mention of chongyun,xiao and Kujou sara.

Warning: Scara horni. ((Teasing,Blowjb,M/press,Biting, aftercare.))

MINORS AND UNDERAGED BLOGS/USERS THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! PLEASE DONT INTERACT BEYOND THE CUT.

A cycle, That is what you would call your life once you moved from inazuma at a young age and became the strongest summoner in teyvat. Waking up in your house by guili plains to be greeted by your younger friend, Exorcist Chongyun at the door. He was a good kid and even saw you as his idol despite being in rival clans. Summoners had demon familiars. And would lead exorcists and even the lone yaksha of guili plains to exterminate the corruption deep within liyue. You wore a similar outfit to him with opposing colors. A white embroided hoodie with dark blue aligned the stitches, a black undershirt and skirt, separated by a silver belt holding your vision and trinkets to sedate demons; leading down to your stockings and boots. Wake up, summon spirits to kill, Run errands for the higher ups, train and sleep. So, you had a plan, Rebellion. All you needed was shouki no kami. The first descendant of the raiden gakoden who was sealed by his own creator. He was known for mediocre things; giving wishes or killing those that the summoner wanted dead. Only for a small price..

After moving all of the belongings out to the living room you stood in your empty room infront of the tri electro symbol made of chalk as lightning struck from the outside. The only thing remaining was your made bed and backpack. Along each side of the tri electro symbol laid 3 'artifacts' Each one representing the three betrayals he once suffered. The first was a figure of the almighty narukami ogoshu, something you had plenty of thanks to your distant friend kujou sara. The second was a blade crafted by a swordsmith from tartarsuna. The 3rd was a doll representing a young male child. As a summoner it was against your sworn oath to ever summon a demon for evil. But it didn't matter, with this new life shouki no kami would give you there'd be no need to turn back.

With a deep breath you began the chant and closed your eyes. "Oh everlasting arcane demon of wisdom I summon you forth with the 3 artifacts of your betrayals. Please bestow your divine gaze upon me." With the last word leaving your lips the world fell silent, not a single drop of rain poured down your cracked window and remained suspended with the rays of lightening as if all time stopped. It was ominous and different from you previous summons. Painfully silent with your rushing heartrate in your ear as the only comfort. You opened your eyes at the disturbance and looked at the ritual. 'The offerings are missing..So it worked.' you began to take a step to observe your surroundings when a timid yet soothing voice echo'd from behind you.

"Another human asking for my help. Hah, to think such a self righteous species would run to a demon." You turned to face the demon, falling into his enticing gaze as if it was the abyss itself as he sat on your bed, legs crossed and head resting against his fist on your headboard. The demon had a beautiful face, indigo hair that covered his ears and slashed against the blood red eyeliner. His horns we'rent too big and neither was his black tail with a heart shaped tip. "I'll make this easy for you, im not in a good mood. So dont waste my time." you blinked out of his capitvating gaze and remembered why you summoned him. "S-sorry. Im a summoner and my name is y/n. I..Want a new life." The demon raised an eyebrow "Y/n.. Now thats a surprise." He looked you up and down, examining your appearance. It really was you. Same face, same vision and the same beautiful body.. The demon smirked. "uhm..Do you know me?" you replied "Tsk, who doesnt? 'y/n, the savior of liyue and summoner of demons." He mocked. "Alot of people want you dead, you know that?" your heart sunk at his words. "D-dead.. why?" "Dunno. But if it we're me, come one. Come all id say." Shouki no kami left you in shock. You've already thought this 'destined' life of yours was a burden. But others didn't even want you to live it any longer. Your stomach began to turn a the thought, covering your mouth from nausea.

"But would you look at that, I finally got to see this pathetic world's strongest." He smiled, watching as you covered your mouth in disgust. "Pft- Don't tell me you'd really believe everything I said just like that? I'm a demon, I could be lying to you~" he teased, but you we're to caught up in his words, if they wanted you dead.. why did he refuse and kill them instead? Looking back at the demon, he seemed unbothered.. intrigued actually. It began creeping you out more then the thought of having a unknown target over your head for so long. The way he looked at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes during the subtle silence of your nervous breathing to the way his tail would sway when you told him your name... 'So.. a new life. That's what you want?' No kami unproped his legs, hitting his heel on your bag. Interested, He looked back at you again still stuck in a shocked daze and turned back to it. Picking it up as his black nails tugged at the zipper, revealing the many cursed tools, a sigil of permission and even the picture of him you used for the ritual. He took out the ripped paper. 'Shouki no kami, scaramouche: The prodigal.' "WAIT- dont touch that!" you snatched the bag from his hand, letting out a relieved sigh. "T-theres all kinds of things in there that could hurt you...and why are you even going through my stuff?!" you said defensively. "Hurt me? you think those little toys in there would have an effect on me." he revealed the sigil of permission in his hand, flinging it around like a human feeding a dog while sticking out his tongue. You angerly placed the bag down, climbing onto your bed and trying to take back the sigil.

Scara relished in your attempts to take it, your skirt brushed against his shorts while the fingertips of your smooth left hand grazed along his ripped black shirt. The closer you got to the demon, the more you smelled a metaled tint coming from him. The small droplets of blood oozing onto your hand. He would never let someone be ontop of him, nor have him in a view of submission but compared to the past summoners who he's killed. You've been the only interesting one and ontop of that..The strongest. The demon licked at his fangs, slowly bucking his hips up against your lower body. But with his guard down you snatched the sigil back and tucked it ontop of the dresser. Relaxed by Leaning back and sitting on the demons clothed length. This is the life you wanted, peaceful with no worrys of who killed who and what to summon, ironically for a split second this demon gave you that life. "How childish, the strongest summoner chasing after a sigil like a cat." "T-thats not the point.. Stop acting funny and give me my wish!" 'brat' You insisted as your body passively grinded against him. "A new life, Is that all you truly want?" He flicked his free hand as a spark of electro glowed Infront of your face. It was enticing, you already we're told people wanted you dead so what more did you have to lose. "Y-yes! I want it..please Shouki no kami." your fingers dug into the demons shirt. His cock twitched at the way you pleaded for his blessing, over something so stupid as a 'new life' he knew more then anyone the divine dont mind playing cruel tricks on its prisoners.

----Smut

"Then get on your knees." The words left his smooth lips as his tail trailed to your leg, feeling against the texture of your stockings. Making you jolt up a little from the sensation. "E-excuse me?!" "You fucking heard me. Get on your knees and show me how bad you want this life." It was threatening, with no hesitation you quickly rose off of the demon as he began propping himself up just as you first saw him only his legs we're spread and eyes filled with lust. You looked back at the sigil only for scara to grab you by your hair to have you face directly at his pained boner. "To think the strongest would be more focused on a useless thing like this instead of me." He jerked your head again, "Now tell me, y/n. How bad do you want this life?" "M-more then anything shouki no kami! Please." He chuckled, "Anything huh?" "Y-yes shouki no-" He sucked his teeth. "Scara, call me scara." "O-okay scara..Please take my blood and-" He cut you off, "blood? You think i need your blood for this?" you nodded, "No, brat. I have something better for me and you." His black painted nails disappeared into his pants, slowly revealing the tip of his length then the rest of his cock. You gulped, From your position his size looked bigger then your whole head. No..you we're sure it was bigger. "Be a good girl and make me feel good, Maybe then i'll give it too you." He brushed the tip near your face.

Reluctantly, you licked your lips the trailed your tongue around the tip while the demon did nothing but stare at you as he held your hair, Unamused. "More. Do you not know how to suck a cock?" Your heart raced as he tightened his grip along your hair. It was humiliating with your title to be down on a demon like this and you we're sure the pervert was getting off to it. His length entered your mouth. "hng..Shit your so warm." You began bobbing your head up and down slowly, Adjusting to his size. "Fuck..Thats it..Go faster." He bucked his hips up into your face, Hitting the back of your throat as you desperately avoided gagging. "Fuck...faster. Be a good pet and make master feel good" You shifted your free hand down and under your skirt. Tending the sudden wetness inbetween your legs. Scara ran his hand through his hair, watching your hand trail down to your skirt. "Oh yeah? Is my pet getting off to this? How- Hng..Fucking pathetic.." his tail trailed against your hoodie and back to your neck. nudging against you more to take him deeper. "Fuck yes..Masters close, swallow it all pet- Ah swallow it~" He tugged his hand on your hair again, Pressing you up and down on his cock balls deep as he reached his high. Your eyes began rolling back as you choked on his length, tears streaming down your cheeks and Gripping your hand onto his thigh from his aggression while your other toy'd with your clit. With a loud groan his hot fluid rushed down your throat making you see stars as he pulled your head off his length. "Ngh...shit..Such a good pet..Who would've thought the great y/n would-" "P-please sca-master can i have my wish now?" he tilted his head at your request. Oh right.. you did ask for a new life. "Sure pet~ Get on the bed." you whined from his words "M-master~ please i-" He picked you up, slamming you onto the bed face down. squishing your head onto the pillow while jerking your hips up and ass near his cock. Your skirt poofed up, revealing your now ripped stockings near your private parts. Scara's fangs we're aching to just sink his teeth into your thighs or any part of your body but you we're the strongest after all, he didnt take that forgranted. The second he let his guard down again you'd most likely try to take advantage.

He trailed his hand under your skirt, while the other brushed your hips closer to his cock. All you could do was hug the pillow through your muffled pleads. "M-master! Please- wait- d-dont touch their its-" "Wet? Hah..I know pet~ you want this cock so bad dont you?" He ripped your stockings and skirt off and began stroking at his length before entering. Even slapping at your ass just to laugh at you jolting from it. "This...is going to be your new life pet~" In a blink he shoved his entire length inside you. "S-scara! Wait ah~ i-its too big!" He leaned down, grabbing and choking you from the back of your neck. "AH~ Mahster~ I-i cant~ Please~" He grew irritated at your pleads. "Shh..You'll be fine pet. Now be good f' me and take it~ fuck.." the sound of skin slapping and your headboard creeking echo'd across the room as scara groaned and even let out higher pitched moans from how good you we're taking him. "Thats it..Just like that.. Im gonna fucking cum inside you for being such a good girl. The strongest- Hah~ fucking summoner crying for me. Fuck yes~" He let go of your throat, as you panted and drooled on the pillow from his now faster pace. "Master~ AH~ Y-your going to fast! I- m' close!" "Fuck yeah your gonna squirt f' me? Do it y/n~ Cum all over my cock and ill give it to you~ Hah.. Ill give you what you fucking want~" A chord struck in you, and for the next couple of seconds it felt as if your mind turned to mush while you sunk into the pillow, panting from the juices that escaped onto his length. Scara couldnt help himself anylonger, He flipped you over onto your back then pulled his pants completely off as you still held onto the pillow in shock. Folding your legs onto his shoulders and pounding into you in a mating press. "Hiding behind a- ah~ pillow now? Tsk- you really are pathethic-" He tossed the pillow onto the floor and sunk his head into your neck. "Mahster! AH MASTER T'TO MUCH~ SCARA-" He sunk his fangs into your neck. Making you moan out and grab onto his horns from the shock wave of pain and pleasure. He came instantly from your grip and passive stroking on his horns. Painting your walls white with his sticky load. He pulled away from your neck after noticing your sudden rested breathing. 'She passed out' he thought. Scoffing, he licked up clean the small amount of blood from your neck. Leaving his electro symbol in replace of the healing bitemark. Scara didnt know what came over him, But his tail shifted towards the palm of your hand as if it had a mind of its own. Your too precious.

'To think id be setting up a bath for another human.' in a few quick teleports you we're in your tub surrounded by bubbles and a sweet smell of your soap. Your eyelashes fluttered from the water and vivid sight of the demon. "Tsk. Do all summoners have such a messy living room?" "S-sorry..Does that mean i get my wish now?" the demon wiped a lather of soap on your chest while admiring the size of your breasts. "Your still obsessed over that? Hmm..." "I-it is your job as a demon isnt it? To grant wishes. Or at least for you-" he smirked at your reply. "Clever arent you? Well..The situations changed since you've never specified what you wanted in this 'new life.' Your going to be my personal fu- pet. In exchange, I'll...Tag along with you. I want to see how strong the 'savior of teyvat' really is.."

In that moment you wanted to burry your head under the soapy water but all you did was let out a heavy sigh and sink Into the touch of him resting behind you, coating your skin in soap. Scara was right, the divine have cruel ways of playing tricks on its prisoners. But maybe..just maybe.. you we're both a blessing in disguise for each other.

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whorerificstuff · 1 year

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Humans are so weak, so fragile; Scaramouche hated that, and you, you were one of them. A painful reminder that your life is as fragile as a strand of rain. Quick, short, inconsequential...yet he ignored them, he ignored your humanly flaws and embraced all you could offer to him, welcomed and cherished everything that you have. All but except....

He was scared when you told him you were pregnant with his child. He wasn't ready he never was, really. But that soft look on your face and the soft blush spread across your cheeks when you told him you were carrying his child. You twiddling with your fingers expecting for a reply and that shy smile you gave him hoping he too was as elated as you. It made him think that maybe it wouldn't be too bad...as long as you're happy.

Oh how he wished he was wrong. He would rather have you miserable but alive. To have you with him. To selfishly have you.

One moment he was smiling holding the infant, the next his face was of distress as he hears the midwife calling out for your name, but you remained impassive and still.

The feeling was too familiar. That dreadful feeling.

You couldn't have?

Scaramouche did not dare finish the thought. He placed the infant on the futon, the baby, his newborn son wrapped in the softest of cloth in inazuma, was just a few feet away from where you laid, afraid at what he will witness would drop the baby. His hands were shaking, he was terrified, he didn't want to know why the midwife keeps calling your name, he didn't want to know why you aren't calling for him, to give you your child that you've been anticipating so much. He gulped, took a step away from the baby as he went close to you, every step was getting heavier and nauseating it made him seem like he was far away or maybe you're the one drifting away, away from him.

He looked at you. Your face looked as if you were having a peaceful slumber, even though your hair disheveled, even though some streaks of hair were sticking on your pale skin, even though you held no emotions in your soft features, as your eyes closed shut, you have always been a beauty even when you sleep. Even if you wear the ugliest of clothing, nothing could be on par or be compared to you. You jest that he was even more beautiful to which he protests.

He brushed his hand against your soft cheek. He noticed that the pink blush that was always so present on both your cheeks are slowly loosing its color.

You were just tired. Yes, you're just really tired.

That's what he thought.

You were screaming and crushing his hand during the whole labor, of course you're tired. Right? He tries to muse himself.

He could only hear the thunderous clap of the skies and the loud drops of rain as they fall on the shingles of the roof. Quite fitting with the trepidatious atmosphere. His eyes were staring at your unmoving form as if you were a doll; a lifeless thing. Your chest didnt have any motion that signifies you're breathing. He had seen many humans behave the same, but they were all lifeless.

Dead.

The midwife excused herself to give the family a moment, not before muttering a mournful sorry for the loss. To which Scaramouche scoffed, telling her you were just resting. The midwife gave him a pitiful look as she bowed and exits the room.

She doesn't know what she's talking about. You are fine.

He reached out for your hand intertwining them with yours. You used to have a habit of holding his hand in your sleep, he thought it was cute. He was hoping you would do the same thing like you usually do in your. He frowned when your hand remained limp, your fingers did not curl to lock with his and every passing minute he stood beside and held your hand, your body begins to grow cold. The warmth that he loves, the same he wish he could also give was beginning to vanish till he couldn't feel the warmth no more.

He felt something drip on the back of his hand, where he held yours, another drip and another and another, it went on.

He never realised he was crying until now.

He was crying. How pathetic. That's what he used to think but you changed that.

"Wake up" he said expecting for you to do so. But no, you remained laid on the futon.

"Open your eyes" still nothing.

That's when he begins to sob. The dreadful suffocating feeling he kept inside, freed. He was on his knees holding your hand to his cheek asking and begging for you to open your eyes to see your baby, that your baby wants to see you too. But your eyes remained closed.

The grief was infinitely unbearable, he was drowning in pitiful sorrow. You shouldn't be dead not too soon at least, you promised him to stay with him, you promised him that you'll follow wherever he goes, you promised him that you'll raise the child together.

The child

Scaramouche scurried to where the baby was. It was awfully silent. Too silent for his liking. He heaved a sigh when he saw the baby was just sleeping.

You wanted a baby, you wanted the baby, not him. He never wanted one to begin with. He went along with you cause you were so happy having it. If only he got rid of it before it developed inside your body, but you'll only hate him if he did so. The thought of having his baby made you elated and yearn for the day to meet them. But was it really all the worth losing your life? To not be able to see you?

Scaramouche cradled the baby in his arms. Amazed by how it slept after his father's wailing.

He took a good look at the baby. None of his features resembled you, the baby was the spitting image of his father. Scaramouche was saddened that not a single ounce of your identity were present on the baby.

Now that you're gone what was he going to do now? It was supposed to be the two of you. You and him were supposed to raise the baby together. Not just him he has no bit of idea how to raise a baby, it was all you. He doesn't even know if the baby was human or he be considered as a divine being or if he's going to live without a mother and a father who want nothing to do with the baby nor raise one.

At that he made a choice. Something a parent would never do to their child.

Scaramouche went to were you still laid dead, with a baby in his arms. He moved the fabric down to let the baby see you, his mother. Not that it's going to remember you.

"That's your mother. She's beautiful isn't she? She's the love of my life"

The baby let out a soft hmm as if answering his grieving father.

Another batch of tears decide to flow out of his eyes. Hugging the little baby and repeatedly apologising to him because of what his father is about to do, apologised to you of what he's going to do to your baby.

Scaramouche kissed your forehead,his tears dripped and falls delicately on your face. Saying his last goodbyes and I love yous to you.

Scaramouche wiped his tears while still holding the baby it coos while wriggling in its little cocoon blanket, slowly opening its eyes. He has the same purple eyes as his father. He laughed. Your baby doesn't resemble you at all. He could just imagine you getting upset.

Scaramouche's heart clenched. He wishes for you to, he wishes for you to get upset, that it wasn't fair your baby got all of his father's features and not his mother's. He wishes to see you holding your baby. He wishes for you to see you and him made something so beautiful, he wishes you weren't weak, He wishes you were still alive.

You would hate him for doing this, you will hate him for doing this. All those efforts you made to keep the baby growing inside you safe and healthy was all for nothing. He could see you crying for him to stop what he's doing but he didn't want to raise the baby. He was too damaged too broken hearted to raise a baby. He's not fit to be a father.

So instead, he gave him up to a young couple.

They were coincidentally had been trying to conceive a baby but that never came, the wife wanted a child as for the husband, he went and look for a child that could fill the whole in his wife's heart. But to no avail. Until that knock on their doorstep, and there were they met an eccentric fellow, whose eyes devoid of emotions, with him was a baby wrapped in a white blanket, enough to warm the infant. The young man did not say much but for the couple to raise the baby as their own to which they happily took.

Scaramouche bit his tongue, he already cried far too much. He can't cry now. It's too late for regrets, he had already given his son to the couple. With that he turned and left; not saying a word not even to his baby. Not even bothering to look back. To take one last look at the life you bore and grew to love, the life that also took yours.

The couple just watched his figure disappear until they closed the door and looked at the baby that blessed them. Flabbergasted they were to see such a beautiful baby boy. The baby that look quite too similar to that of the young man who bestowed them the little blessing.

Scaramouche was now out of sight from prying eyes. He had a clear view of the home of the couple where he left his son. A gentle wind decided to softly blow pass him. It felt soothing as if consoling him. Was it you? Do you forgive him for what he has done? Did he made the right choice?. He'll never know. He let out a whimper.

"I'm sorry, Y/n..I couldn't..I just couldn't... you're not here"

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This is not revised and is subject to changes in the future.

I wrote this while sleepy so I have no idea what's going with the flow of the story, grammar and choice of words🙇.

And I really apologize in advance if it's cringe it's my first time writing. Well I did wrote something 3 days ago(?) but it was more of a suggested plot than a story.

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diyahatnight · 1 year

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💵 Rich love!

famous people in a nutshell | Scaramouch x gn reader!

Modern AU

Summary ||: You are a model, modeling for Jean’s model agency, when you do a collaboration with EI’s Model angency the mother of your favorite purple haired boy

Pairings ||: Model Scaramouche x Model gn! Reader +other small ships

Notes from author ||: Ive been seeing people do things like this so i’ve decided to give it a go! Scaracoochie has been a trending character for a while now so he’s gonna be the main lover. I’m going to try my best to be inclusive because i’m so used to writing MLF. But just for you guys I will start writing MLGN or FLGN. If you’d like to add more to the plot of this smau just let me know in ask.

Genre ||: Romance? Realizing your feelings.

ongoing

Warnings ||: Fluff, mentions of sex, and selling nudes. Really close relationships with friends.

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Act l - I must be going crazy?

01. Get that bag

02. Starting an only fans

03. C is for cute

04. Look at these 0’s

05. Going on blind dates

06. Dating a fan

07. You think i’m cute?

08. Becoming a streamer

09. Rich and Famous

10. Dating (not a official yet?)

11. Broke

Act ll - maybe meant to be?

12. coming not soon

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littleheartbigbrain · 11 months

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Genshin men as things that guys at my school have done

Itto, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Heizou, Scaramouche

Itto: once he realizes he loves you, will go around telling everyone you're a goddess and calling you Athena and once you reject him will call you a bitch

Kaeya: will look at you at the most random time. Could be in the middle of class and you'd turn around and see his gaze on you, his mouth curled up into a barely noticeable smirk. Once the teacher notices, he will make fun of him and say that he should become a dentist if he wants to look at people's mouth that much

Tartaglia: will get a crush on you and to get the slightest bit of connection with you, will constantly ask for advice with his crush. He constantly tries to make you guess it but always say no when you mention anyone other than you then he says "idk 😁"

Heizou: the goofy guy one year younger than you who is constantly brushing shoulders, touching hands and following you around like a puppy. You used to have a crush on him and got over it but little did you know that the roles have now inversed and he's stuck to you like glue now

Scaramouche: the guy who has talked to you like twice, and never seemed to pay attention to you, who is suddenly confessing in front of your confused self and storming off with crimson cheeks as soon as he finished. You will be altercated by his best friend about 10 mins later to ask if you feel the same way. If you don't he will try to play it cool and never talk to you again because of the shame

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kunicute · 9 months

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symptoms.

kuni x mermaid!fem!reader.

pic creds: @/Sakural0ver on pinterest

cw: fem reader (being called ‘fair lady’ like once), wanderer not scaramouche

notes: basically silly little kuni thinking his ‘symptoms’ of love was a sickness, maybe multiple parts??

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kunikuzushi was never one too indulge in fairytale-like rumors but this one caught he eye (or caught his ear). the rumor that a mystical mermaid kept watasumi island such a gorgeous place, he had heard of this from a few fatui recruits as he wandered around the streets of his homeland, inazuma, and now he wants to find out for himself if the rumor was true.

he didn’t know what made him desire to see the mermaid for himself. for the next couple of days the wanderer was having mind battles, on wether to see this magical creature. he finally decided on giving this a shot he had nothing better to do anyway.

after a few days of venturing towards the pink and blue coloured island he finally stepped foot on actual ground, as he’s a puppet he didnt feel tired at all.

and there he saw you, well not entirely, he saw a large purple fin swimming in the water, it was way too big to belong to any if the local fish, and he knew just what it was.

you felt his eyes on you, so you swam up to the surface and perched your arms on a nearby rock. your eyes landed on an almost doll-like person, his violet hair in a shaggy cut, and his mostly teal outfit, blended together just right to make the man you see stand out from the rest of the landscape. his glossy eyes scanned over the mermaid like creature in awe, his mouth hung open a tiny bit in shock.

“and who are you?” your honey-like voice rang in his ears, four words he’ll never forget.

“just a wanderer. and what about you fair lady?” he says in reply, a teasing tone underlying his harmless question.

“just a mermaid, i guess.” the glint of mischief in your eyes did not go unnoticed by the man.

the way your wet hair glistened in the sunlight that shone down on both of you, your dark chest covering, definitely did not match the rumors. you were rumored to be sweet, caring, a nuturing, not teasing, dismissive and mocking.

“you’re pretty hostile.” he says, sitting criss-cross on the floor.

“getting yourself comfy, i see?”

“mhm, whats it to you?”

“nothing dont worry about it.” you say as you splash back into the water.

“wait!”

the scream from above kept you, yet again from going on with your day. swimming back up to the surface, you rest in the same position as before.

“just what are you getting at?” you questioned.

“hey, hey. no need to be so agressive towards your guest, aren’t you supposed to be kind?”

“for your information, i am kind just not to you.” you say lifting your tail to splash him with water.

“what the fuck dude.”

you let out a small giggle at his response.

“what are you doing here anyway, there are much better places in watatsumi for wanderers.”

“i just wanted to meet the ‘protecter’ of watatsumi before i go back to sumeru. you know your pretty famous.” he says winking at you.

“i’d hope so after all i did for this island.”

after your first interaction, kuni would come back every few days just to chat with you, with every teasing remark and every touch from your soft fingertips left him wanting to know you more, on a more deep level. he felt things hes never felt before, sensations of weird feelings in his artificial stomach, his false heart beating rapidly at just the thought of you.the days where he didnt see you, you did not leave his mind, its like you cursed him, just what do you want from him?

hes heard of these symptoms before, something nahida calls ‘adoration’, and ‘love’, but that definitely wasnt it he definitely did not like you right?

no way he did.

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ocudeus · 2 years

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MOODBOARD: Scaramouche x Traveler

#scaramouche #kunikuzushi #traveler #aether #lumine #genshin memes #moodboard #scaraether #scaralumi #if im wrong about the ship names im sRY #scaramouche x reader #let's goooo 😎#scaramouche x you #scaramouche x yn #the wanderer and the traveler 💜💜💜#gi

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pokidot · 1 year

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MANDELA

A GENSHIN IMPACT SMAU

SYNOPSIS: You always had a talent for smelling the unknown. It was nestled in your veins like an itch you couldn’t scratch, you started a ghost hunting club to satiate it. Knowing that your tiny town could potentially go under lockdown due to an “otherworldly threat”, Kunikuzushi, your childhood best friend, (reluctantly) joins you out of morbid curiosity. But the thing that you were searching for all this time turned out to be…you and Kuni?

STATUS: started [20230304]

WARNINGS: mandela catalogue stuff, creepy looking people, creepy looking houses, creepy sounding people, most things in this is eery, swearing, mentions of death, potential murder?

GENRE/TAGS: scaramouche x gn! y/n, horror-ish, thriller-ish, mild comedy, slight romance but it’s not the focal point, scaramouche is not putting up w y/n’s shit, y/n is just scared tho, ryan and shane from buzzfeed dupe, i think y/n gets scared of a croissant at one point in this, y/n and scara got clowned

TAGLIST: @wisteriarain @akagism2 @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @d4y-dr3am3r @truck-kuns-gf @3lysiaa @ayoitsmarie33 @crucnhice @natsuscrustyscarf @dreamsofminnie @zuchilovescats @goj0h @cicibao @xirthia @kylexzz @dollpoetwriting @dreamingkace @strawbxrrytiger @k1an4a @itzblazekun @featuredtofu (haha, i still have no idea what this is, just ask anywhere if you want to be tagged)

NOTES: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO MAKE THOSE COOL LOOKING HEADERS SMAU WRITERS MAKE LMAOOOOO. i was rewatching the mandela catalogue and audibly gasped at how i can exploit this, i am now exploiting this

PROLOGUE || CHARACTERS (1) || CHARACTERS (2)

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ownedbythescribe · 11 months

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Wanderer/Scaramouche | Heard Wish

ıllı Synopsis: Short Crack Sequel to Small Wish

ıllı Genre: Fluff, Romance

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

ıllı A/N: I had been thinking of a short sequel to the ‘Small Wish’ I wrote for Tighnari. Thank you @koukiasterin for the idea! Please enjoy! Also something to post before the Tighnari one.

ıllı Part 1: Wanderer/Scaramouche - Small Wish

'Not to interrupt this ending, (Y/N), but you might want to tell Tighnari that you're a living person. I think you spook the living mushrooms out of him after Little Collei asked who he was talking to from your last visit.' Nahida urged. You blinked owlishly at her words before shouting at Wanderer to wait for you as you rushed back to your shared room to change.

Wanderer raised an eyebrow at your antics but waited for you to come back. It had not been long, but the moment you came out, he thought to himself how lucky he was to be your lover.

“You’re dressed fashionably? Off to somewhere?” He asked, mildly concerned about your getup. You combed the stray hair back and relayed the Dendro Archon’s message earlier. He scoffed and held your waist to his, nuzzling his head to the nape of your neck. You flushed red at the affection.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back soon enough. I’ll also visit the Aranaras on the way.” You whispered, the soft tone lacing your voice melting him. It took a few seconds before he let go.

“I’ll come with you to Vanarana. I hope the stupid blue vegetable won’t toss my hat again to Archon knows where.” He groaned, already imagining how Ararycan would appear from behind and grab his hat. The Aranara had a strange attachment to his hat and loved to play frisbee with it. You lightly chuckled before kissing his cheeks and pulling him out of the house.

After locking the door, Wanderer insisted that he would accompany you to the entrance of the city before going to the Sanctuary of Surasthana. You sulked and informed him there was no need, but could you blame the man? He did not want to part from you after your reconciliation. If he was given a choice, he would rather spend it on your lap, lazing like a cat. Oh, how he wished he was one.

“All right. I’ll go back here after my talk with Tighnari then we can go together to Vanarana. I’ll see you later, Kuni. Love you!” You grinned, sprinting away before he could even react. However, you knew that your words alone flustered him to Celestia. It was an amusing sight.

The path from Sumeru City to Gandharva Ville was short. It only took nearly an hour and a half to reach it on foot. The moment you entered the village, you were greeted by an elder and a mercenary. You immediately inquired about the availability of the Forest Watcher. This caught the attention of a forest ranger by the name of Amir.

“You’re looking for our Forest Watchleader? May I kindly ask what business you have with him?” He asked. You sheepishly smiled and replied that you were a friend he made outside of Sumeru and forgot to send him a letter that you would be visiting for a couple of days.

“If I really liked it here, I might even settle down in Sumeru City. So… Is he here?” You hoped, fidgeting with the creases of your clothes. Amir, who appeared relieved, led you to his hut.

Tighnari had just finished his report and was about to head out to check on the village’s supplies when he saw Amir escorting you to his place. He froze. Remembering Collei’s words, he squinted his eyes and examined your visage for any peculiar traits that caused the others not to see you. However, there was nothing. Not to mention, Amir was animatedly talking to you.

‘Just what the heck is happening?!’ He exhausted.

At the corner of your eyes, you noticed Tighnari’s strange gaze. It took a few seconds to understand what was happening, and when you recalled the Dendro Archon’s words, you chuckled lightly.

“Tighnari! It’s been so long. How are you doing these days?” You feigned innocence. Tighnari glared at you, but you remained unfazed, even challenging the fennec fox to figure things out. Amir saw the apprehension and was about to say something when Tighnari pulled you inside his hut and informed the forest ranger he would take it from there. Amir reluctantly left.

“Hmm? Nothing’s changed since the last time I visited. Oh, wait. Reports about Withering Zone. Interesting.” You mumbled. Tighnari coughed and your attention was on him again.

“You’re… not a ghost, are you? A vengeful spirit or something more? Please tell me why you’re hunting this village. Although I doubt you’re really a supernatural being, but I can’t assume.” He voiced. You sat down by his chair and grinned.

“So what if I am a ghost? What will you do, Forest Watcher?” You asked menacingly. The hairs on Tighnari’s neck stood up, chilled by your voice, but he noticed something in your eyes. There was mirth.

“Oh, come on. You’re better than that. Now, what are you really?” He pushed. You laughed and relayed what happened the past days excluding your lover’s past. It was better to keep that to yourself. After all, Wanderer did not want others to fuss or pity him for what happened.

Tighnari, finally understanding the situation, let out a loud sigh of relief. It was good you were not a ghost or something, else he might have to call an exorcist from Liyue. That would have been embarrassing on his part. He plopped down on his bed and asked if you had gotten used to your body. A wry smile marred your face. You confessed that it was strange to feel your limbs and not have the light feeling you had as a spirit. It would definitely take time to get used to it.

“I’m just happy that I have someone by my side to help me adjust. Although, he can get a bit snarky with people. He’s still cute though!” You claimed, giggling at the thought of a certain purple head.

Tighnari shook his head at your lovestruck visage before asking where you were heading after this. Pulled out of your stupor, you informed him of your planned itinerary. He hummed in acknowledgment before standing up to hand you a summary of the report he made on the Withering Zones.

“I hope this isn’t a problem. Do you mind if you give it to Lesser Lord Kusanali? It might help the Aranaras if you break this out to them in simpler terms.” He urged. You did not mind helping him out, so you placed it in your bag and prepared to leave. It was when you noticed two Aranaras beside him. You paused.

‘What the… I thought they fear you!? Is this a new development?’ You thought. They were charmed by his swishing tail. These Aranaras, really.

“So that’s how it is.” You let out loud.

“Is there a problem, (Y/N)?” Tighnari queried.

“No, no. Just an interesting finding on my part. Anyways, I have to go now, ‘Nari! Do tell Little Collei that I’m not a ghost. Hahaha! Don’t miss me too much!” You boldly stated. The fennec fox lightly hit your head with the scroll he was holding, flustered at your words. You sheepishly grinned before leaving, feeling happy that everything was cleared up.

‘How do I make Kuni wear cat ears and tail for my experiment? I don’t know what to bribe him. Maybe a kiss?’ You cheekily thought, already curious about the outcome of the experiment you wished to conduct with him and the Aranara. From afar, you could hear a light laugh coming from a certain Archon.

“The heck are you laughing at, Buer?”

“Nothing. Just a curious mind I heard. Ah! Please don’t put it there. I still have to make adjustments to that portion.”

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zoropookie · 1 month

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HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter sixteen — doxxing is okay sometimes 💋

The entire drive back to your house, Scaramouche wondered why he was always put into compromising situations. It wasn't the late hour, or the otherwise deserted roads other than the usual few vehicles being dime a dozen.

No...it was that he was chauffeuring the only person he didn't want to be within a ten foot pole radius from. Softly, your laughter was still emitting from your lips as your head lolled back and forth.

His eyebrows knitted together in frustration, grip tightening on the steering wheel. He was annoyed, but knowing this was the quietest that he'll ever see you was more comforting than not being perceived.

Texts from his phone illuminating a section under his arm as his eyes kept flicking back and forth, he knew it was Ei bothering him again. Her poking and prodding the gnawing that he always felt being around her.

Pulling into your driveway, he brought his car in enough to quickly get you out. Tohma quickly headed into eye view to hurry towards the other side of the door. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do if they weren't able to get home."

He sighed in response, turning off the engine. "Is that all?"

"Yeah...(Y/N)?" Tohma paused, his gaze lingered on you. "They're completely out."

"Keen observation." Scaramouche sarcastically quipped.

Tohma looked at the other before hesitantly rounding you up, careful not to jostle you as he helped your limp body out of the car. Your body soon enough became less languid, eyes slowly opening.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, your words slurred. "Scaramouche," You made out, blinking blearily before you felt a certain rage overcome your body again. "Where is he?!"

Your steps were unsteady as you leaned against Tohma for leverage, but you were also thrashing to turn and find the person you were screaming at through Twitter earlier.

"(Y/N)...take it easy-!" His words were drowned out by your fervent rage, your gaze was wild as you scanned the surroundings, only to see the very person you were talking about.

"YOU." Your voice rose to a shout, staggering towards him. "Had some nerve coming to my house!" You shouted, tears welling in your eyes as your vision went in and out, "My friends hate me because of you! I will fucking see to it that you are destroyed by my very hands!" You screamed, causing Tohma to panic.

"I'm really sorry! Thank you...again-! (Y/N), please stop." Tohma struggled out. He felt like he was on the verge of a brain aneurysm any second now.

He lunged towards you to hold you back from attacking Scaramouche, but as soon as you did that, you were about to speak again. And then you regurgitated, your body convulsed until you were retching violently, doubling over.

"Oh my god," Tohma mouthed silently, his body frozen.

It was a sight to behold - Scaramouche's dark clothes were colored in a murky brown shade of vomit. But instead of what Tohma thought he was going to do, it was the complete opposite. He didn't recoil in horror, he didn't scream or curse, he simply just stood there, expression unreadable.

He was probably so pissed off that he forgot that he was initially having a horrible day.

"Okay! Okay!!" Tohma said in between two deep breaths, holding you in between his arms even tighter despite your struggling. "Scaramouche. Please let me help you clean up before you leave."

“No.” He replied with a sudden urgency that seethed through his teeth, flicking some of the chunks of sick off of his fingers. “Absolutely not. I’m going home.”

“I’m saying this with all due respect despite everything you’ve done. You can’t go home looking like that, I won’t let you.”

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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ventismacchiato · 9 months

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40.5 behind the lens — fuck me like i’m famous !

BONUS CHAPTER 🔞 NSFW

content warnings — semi public sex, hickeys, biting, blowjobs, untouched cumming, degrading, leashes, grinding, oral sex, top scara

word count: ~2.4k

notes; my attempt at gender neutral smut, when he’s fucking you it can be…ykw either 🐱 or 🍑…wtv u want! 🤞

no plot just porn so feel free to skip this chapter

That Friday would have been a normal stream like any other week. Your camera was on, the game loaded and ready to go as you talked to your chat. It was going great as usual.

Well, apart from Scaramouche eating you out from underneath your desk.

“Thank you for the donation,” you smiled, albeit strained. Your sweats had been tugged off, bare thighs against the cushion of your gaming seat as Scara’s head was buried in your sex. His tongue working around it caused obscene sounds, which forced you to raise your voice to try and drown him out. Everytime his tongue slid across your soaking sex it caused your legs to tremble ever so slightly.

You let one hand wander under your desk, your nails digging into his scalp to reward him as he moves his lips off your sex and towards your inner thigh. At this point you were biting your lips as you tried to focus on your stream, a heat pooling in your stomach as Scara quickly lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders.

You had to hide your gasp as your knees almost hit the bottom of your desk, his warm tongue working its way back onto your sex. His cheeks, which were usually so pale, were now flushed red as he looked up at you. A bit of spit had spilled out from the corner of his lips as he sucked on your sex, wet sounds almost failing to be concealed by your nervous laughs.

Impatience grew between the both of you as you could feel yourself getting closer. The ring hanging on Scara’s lips felt cold against your sex as he tilted his head, gathering more access to you.

“I think I’ll have to end the stream early today,” you swallow, “I’m not feeling too good.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as a wave of responses came in, your fans wishing you well as you bid farewell. After a few minutes you shut the camera off and looked down at the sight before you.

“Can I have you now?” Scara asked, a lazy grin adorning his face as he removed your legs from his shoulders and came out from underneath the desk. He unceremoniously discarded his pants and belt as he did so, wiping your pre-cum from his lips.

Your expression was nothing short of captivated as Scaramouche slid into your lap, knees on either side of your thighs. It’s a tight fit on the leather chair, but it’s hard to care when his hands grab your waist to steady himself and god , they’re so slender and firm as he slides them underneath your shirt.

A moan easily slipped out of your lips, proving your sensitivity to his touch as Scara smirked at your reaction.

“Be quiet baby, don’t want anyone to hear this, yeah?” he murmured, tapping on your chest.

“Shut up,” you huffed, hands slipping around his waist to steady Scara.

“Watch,” he instructs, taking your hands off his waist as he makes his way to unbutton the top of his shirt.

You lean back obediently, moving to keep your hands on the arm rests but you couldn’t control your fingers from twitching as Scara slides the button-up off his shoulders, collarbone on display for you.

Your stomach churns as the sight of Scara teasing the hem of his top, his hand sneaking underneath all while maintaining eye contact with you before finally letting it fall off.

You breathe out audibly through your nose. Scara sitting atop your bare legs was almost enough for you to cum right then and there.

“Scara,” you whine, “This is unfair.”

“Watch.”

So you did.

Scaramouche was always snarky and playful when you both grew overly competitive while playing video games, but now he moved diligently, not letting you get a single touch.

He moves his head down and brings your hand to his lips. You both make brief eye contact before his lips meet your palm, trailing kisses alongside it before bringing your index and middle finger into his mouth.

Your gaze hardened as he swirled his tongue around them and pulled his lips back, a trail of saliva in his wake.

You’d had enough of just watching by then, moving your hand from his grasp to grab the back of Scara’s neck before you tug him close. Your eyes meet for a second before your lips do. His kisses weren’t gentle but they weren’t rough, it was possessive to an extent and it had you tugging on his dark locks rather harshly.

The position was awkward on the small chair with your bodies angled towards one another, but that didn’t matter since all you could focus on was the pair of lips moving against your own.

He pulls back, sucking on your bottom lip as he did so.

“How bad do you want this?” he mused, his voice a shadow of his usual condescending tone.

“Please,” you breathe, a heat pooling in your stomach as Scaramouche pulls off your shirt with expertise. It had you a bit envious to see him do it so quickly but that feeling dispersed when you felt Scara’s warm hand palm your chest as he took his cock out, now sitting ready against his stomach.

Without warning he shoves his fingers roughly into your mouth, the tips of his fingers just reaching the back of your throat.

“Spit,” he ordered, his dick still sitting straight up.

It was odd being given orders for once but you didn’t push it away as you did what you were told. Once again, a string of saliva left your lips as he pulled his fingers away. Instead of bringing it to your hole immediately, he brought it to his lips, his tongue licking around his own fingers and the remnants of your saliva while maintaining eye contact.

Within a blink, his fingers were inside you and your body surged with pain as two fingers went in and out of you. Your hands gripped the seat’s armrests as Scaramouche didn’t show you mercy and quickened his pace, his head coming down to suck the skin on your neck.

You bucked your hips up as Scara’s fingers went in and out, matching your rhythm. Your right hand found Scaramouche’s back as you steadied himself, dragging your nails across it as you did so.

Your neck was littered with his marks as he lifted his head once more, inserting a third finger with a gleam in his eyes.

Your sweats and underwear were pooled by your feet and you felt on display as your camera was only a few feet away, but you didn’t care at all as the pain seamlessly transformed to pleasure.

You reached down to use your free hand to pump his cock, body jerking this way and that as Scara had to keep himself steady which only made you go faster.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” Scaramouche teased, lifting his lips from your neck and removing your hands from his cock. He removed his fingers from your hole, much to your dismay, and dragged them along your cheek, your own juices staining your face.

“Stay still like the good whore you are,” Scara hummed, inserting his fingers once more, you could only buck your hips up in desperation for any friction. You could feel your hole tighten around Scaramouche’s fingers and a feeling rise from your lower region.

“I’m gonna cum, Scara,” you groaned, the material of the leather chair digging into your skin. Your eyes fell shut as you felt Scara slow down his pace.

“I can't have you do that so quickly,” your boyfriend murmured, removing his fingers slick with your insides and moving away.

Scara removed himself from your lap and got down on his knees once again to spread your legs open.

“Have to prepare your tight hole,” he murmured, voice muffled as his head was in between your legs. You felt his tongue slide up your thigh, leaving a trail of kisses until Scara reached your hole. His tongue swirled the edge, slowly and knowingly, as you let out a cry of pleasure. The feeling only increased when Scara traced a wet circle around the rim just before he dipped his tongue in.

Before you could release right then and there he removed his mouth from your hole and sat back up, crawling atop you and lining his cock with your hole.

“Fuck,” Scara groaned as he slid in, his cock inside you. The tip of his hard cock made contact with your entrance, unprotected.

Scara let himself simply sit inside you as you grew used to the feeling, not thrusting just to edge you even more.

“Are you gonna be good for me and be loud?” Scara asked, taking his belt from the floor of your room and snaking it around your neck. “Hm?”

“Yes,” you whimpered as Scara clasped the belt around your neck. He grabbed the loose end and used it as a leash to tug on it and bring your head closer to him.

“Good,” he praised, one hand on the belt and the other on your waist, “Nice and loud.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Scara was pulling out only to slam right back in again. He rocks back and forth as he does so, his nails digging into your bare waist. It was difficult to control yourself when Scara was buried so deeply inside of him.

You moaned in arpeggios as Scaramouche lifted himself out of you once again, his tip trailing the inside of your thigh only to thrust back into you again. It was rough and harsh, just like you both preferred it to be.

“I’m gonna fill you up at this rate,” Scara muttered, causing you to buck up your hips to meet Scara’s with every thrust, “You’re ruining me.”

Your head was tugged from the belt Scara held in his hands, your faces a mere inch away from each other when Scara locked your lips together. You felt the taste of metal as Scara’s tongue explored your mouth, the knowledge of the male above you having a new piercing only fueled your desire.

You could feel your orgasm nearing, your hole was tightening around Scara’s dick. You were just a hole at that moment and would let him do whatever he wanted to you at that point. The sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he kept slamming into you.

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your guys’ lips as Scara’s head tilted back.

“I’m gonna fill you up to the brim,” was the last thing you heard as Scaramouche rode out his orgasm. Your hole clenched as you felt warmth ooze inside of you, causing your eyes to fall shut and legs to tremble.

Scara slowly pulled his cock out of your entrance, cum spilling out as he wrapped his palm around his cock to get the excess cum off. Once Scara’s fingers were covered in white he reached up to shove his fingers into your swollen lips.

You were in a daze as you tasted Scara upon your tongue, swallowing every last bit as your lover tucked his cock back into his pants before looking down at your lower region.

“I can’t allow your filthy cum to get on your nice seat,” Scara slurred as he leaned towards you while inserting two of his fingers once again into your hole, “It cost far too much, how would I explain that to the cleaners?”

Scaramouche snickered as he pushed in the cum threatening to spill out of you with his fingers, “Would I tell them my little slut creamed all over it?”

You cried out at the overstimulation instead of responding, not like you would be able to since your mind was clouded. Scara’s words only sent trembles up your spine and down to your sex which was even wetter if possible.

“Excited…again? Already?” Scara asked, looming over you, “Didn’t know the Stardust was so easy?”

“Please,” you whined, wanting to finish yourself off, the stimulation was too much, even for you.

“You didn’t get to cum yet, think of this as your reward,” Scara said, removing his fingers and grinding against your sex.

Scara’s hips moved fast and it didn’t take much for you to release right into Scara’s lap. You were ashamed at how quickly it had taken you but your boyfriend just had that effect on you.

“A little pathetic at how quickly you came,” Scara scoffed, dragging his palms sullied with your cum across your bare chest, “Are you that much of a whore?”

You could only nod as the sticky substance dripped along his skin, your sex drained as Scara cleaned off his fingers, each one leaving a resounding pop. He dragged his fingers across your chest and swirled them around your nipples, moistening them before pulling back.

“I think you should sit in your mess until your next stream,” Scara teased, reaching down to grab his boxers and pants that were pooled on the ground and hoisting them back on.

You swallowed as Scara pulled your sweats up your legs and tied them for you. You could feel your wet sex against the fabric of your underwear. You were still full of Scaramouche’s cum and it felt warm as you squirmed around in your seat.

Unlike the sex they just had, Scaramouche was gentle with the way he undid the belt adorning your neck and rubbed at the red ring now encircling your neck from it. It had left red marks along with the love bites littering your skin. It felt sore but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Sorry,” Scara apologized as he did so, trailing his fingers against your neck then proceeding to grab your top from the ground, “Looks like it’ll take a while to heal.”

“Don’t be, I quite liked it,” you assured as you pulled the shirt over yourself as Scara pulled you off your chair. Your legs felt weak as he did so but Scara caught you and left a short kiss on your lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Scara drawled as he pulled you close, his lips now by your ear.

“Shower?” he murmured, and you could hear the smirk on his face.

“Fine,” you huffed, pushing him off of you,

“But now it's my turn to do what I want.”

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author’s notes — i didnt know how to end it 🤞 hope u enjoyed it sorry it’s kinda freaky and i beta read it myself so ignore any mistakes if any. also stop asking for updates! writing is my hobby! go touch some grass! also probably 1-2 chapters left depending on how i feel xx

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧

note -> pls accept this little Scaramouche/gn!reader blurb from last year as an apology for being bad at updating? it was part of the original version of Heartstrings, but the plot has since changed anyway, so... ya.

warnings -> none; takes place after the delusion factory chapter in Inazuma; reader is a Fatui executive under Scaramouche with a vision that can heal...

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“You…” Your hands having risen instinctively at his appearance, you swallow thickly awhile trying to come up with a not-so-suspicious greeting. “Lord Scaramouche, sir, I-I… What are you doing here, sir?”

Arms crossed, chin raised, and eyebrow cocked, “I’ll have you answer that very same question for me. What business did you have at the Grand Narukami Shrine after dealing with the Traveler?”

“Er… being in Inazuma has left me feeling more spiritually inclined than normal, sir, so… I-I’ve decided to take up on religion,” you mumble flatly, immediately inwardly cursing at yourself for spouting such a shitty lie.

“Funny. Try again.” You sigh at him.

“I’d heard once… that you had ties here in Inazuma,” you start, your tone quieter than usual. “Rather than bother you with my questions, I… initially came here to check on the Traveler’s condition, but then… I ended up… speaking with Guuji Yae, but…”

Scaramouche shuffles his hands to his hips, looking almost pleased by the idea of you being turned away. “Oh, the fox woman wouldn’t tell you?”

You shake your head. “Not exactly. When we started speaking of… other things, I decided I’d rather chance waiting for you to want to answer me, yourself, if I ever asked them. If you ever wanted to answer me.”

Scaramouche’s hard gaze seems to linger on you from beneath his hat, something that leaves you warm, cagey, and a little concerned that just maybe, he doesn’t believe your ignorance to be false, after all.

“I simply… was worried about you,” you add.

“Worried,” he parrots, sounding almost offended. “Why would I need you to worry about me?”

“If you’re suddenly seeing things as if I’m making you out as weak or as looking down on you, that’s not what’s happening here, sir.” Past him, you look to the cliffs you knew would eventually bring you to a lesser shrine but a moment after feeling the sharp crawl of electricity creep up your back. “Could we walk and talk, sir? The Electro energy the mountain channels is starting to fry the hair off my arms…”

“… fine.”

And so, you lead the way, trapped between the quiet of a promised conversation and your nerves, unable to speak and walk at the same time. It’s a surprise to you, just how patient the Balladeer is being. Perhaps in your constant busyness, with your typically need to leave your Harbinger stress-free from these menial duties, you’ve never truly noticed just how differently the man walking beside you treats you. How much more patience he has for you versus the rest of his underlings. It didn’t even have to do with you being his second-in-command, because if it were anybody else in your position, this conversation might not have gone so non-aggressively. At the very least, what’s mutual knowledge between the two of you is that your relationship has always been one of respect, and not one drowned for fear of him like the others have so easily admitted to.

Finally, having descended the rest of the mountain, now far away from the crackling and sizzling of its natural Electro pond, you lead the Balladeer to the front of the abandoned shrine, to sit at its steps and take a large breath. Scaramouche remains standing, arms at his sides, eyebrows now pinched.

“S-So… I just… recalled,” you clear your throat, eyes flitting up to meet his briefly before flying back down into your lap, “that you had a look on your face when the Tsaritsa gave the order to have us come out to Inazuma. I remember you once saying that you were from here, and I was only wanting to be prepared to help you in any way I could. And then, the next look on your face when you were given the Gnosis by Guuji Yae…”

“And so, your first choice of preparation was to go and gather intel on me from that fox envoy?” he queries.

“I-I suppose,” you murmur. “I didn’t want to overstep or… um…”

“Or what?”

“… or make you sad.” You finally look up at him, not in sudden confidence, but of the pure desire to simply look at him. As per usual, his impassiveness shines clear as day in the night air, illuminated by the lanterns glowing along the shrine’s engawa. “Lord Scaramouche, Lady Guuji Yae did not tell me of your history by my own request. Instead, she helped me reach a certain point of clarity of myself regarding you… That the reason I sought her out to speak about you was more b… because…”

“You’re burning the midnight oil, here, ______.”

You huff at him. “It’s because I’ve grown extremely fond of you,” you finally blurt. “Romantically, if that wasn’t clear. I-In other words, I believe I’ve fallen in love with you, Lord Scaramouche.”

… there is a moment of silence that leaves your heart aching. At the very least, you’d expected a retort, or a comment of disapproval for bothering him with something that might’ve seemed so trivial to a man like him, but in his wordlessness, he simply stands before you, eyes trained hard in your direction.

Throwing his foot up against one of the steps to your left, you find yourself suddenly trapped between him and the railing, the air in your chest swirling. And everything happens all too quickly – his hand finding the crown of your head to tilt it toward him; his gaze rising and falling between your widened eyes and your parted lips; his subtlety in wetting his own dried lips, tongue darting carefully past his teeth to soften them, before leaning into you and pressing them firmly against yours.

You can’t control the noise that escapes you, nor your instinct to brace yourself against your surroundings — the porch, the step beneath you, the railing, his chest — in your attempt at registering the Sixth Harbinger’s actions.

He is unmoving in them, indigo eyes half-lidded as he studies your face, your reaction to him. When he just barely moves his mouth upwards, his lower lip slotting between the two of yours, and carefully moves his hand to fall to your nape, he catches your flinch of surprise, feels your fingers tighten around the sleeves of his shirt. In pulling away, he hears your small noise of disappointment, and takes in the heat resting upon the apples of your cheeks.

“L-Lord Scaramouche,” you pant, and from the corner of your mouth, you lick away the bit of saliva that remained. Was it yours? His? He’s not sure he cares.

“What?” he says, tone accosting. “Wasn’t that the definition of the “love” that you desired from me? You and I have worked together for long enough to know that that is an undeniable impossibility, and yet you still decided that the best course of action to take would be a confession?”

“I-It’s not so simple like that!” you argue, and you push his leg off the step and stand up, now an extra foot or so taller than the man. “A confession – my confession to you – is not something so fleeting; it’s not some passing emotion I’ve suddenly started feeling because I spoke to Guuji Yae. This is something I know I’ve felt since the first days I began working for you, something I’ve tried to ignore for both our sakes, and for the longest time, it worked. I managed to be good at keeping our relationship professional.

“And you’re right— we have worked together long enough that I could feel safe in telling you my truth. All I could hope for was maybe some understanding, and in a long shot, maybe a bit of reciprocation. Either way, I’d at least have something off of my chest.” You glare down at the man, fingers twitching— “A-And just so you know, I’m going to be kissing you again after that, because speaking frankly, sir, you… are an awful kisser!” – before reaching for his shirt with them and tugging him up and toward you.

He jolts, thrown off by the height difference the staircase offered and by your sudden bravado, gripping at either railing of the shrine’s staircase. Your lips, as warm as the heat that seemed to radiate from you, as soft as he’d experienced them to be the first time he’d touched them, press against his. You can only dare in closing your eyes that he wouldn’t retaliate, but you still half-expect him to push you away and scold you, something said in his flavour of retaliation and ridicule. But his hands give rise to where your hands stretch out the material of his shirt, skinny fingers wrapping tightly around the bones of your wrists to spin you off the higher step and onto equal ground.

Pulling away from you, a smirk crawls onto his visage. “And who gave you permission to speak frankly in the first place?” he asks. You can’t tell if his tone is serious and taunting or humoured and teasing. You swallow when he leans further into you, your heart racing, his lips pausing just before your ear. “Insulting your superior officer,” he whispers to you, a dry chuckle escaping him a second later when he returns to face you. “That’ll get you places.”

Taunting and teasing, you decide shakily.

To your surprise, the Balladeer leans into you once more, his glistening, parted lips slotting between yours, hands slowly moving to take hold of your cheeks in his attempt at keeping you close. It’s sloppy, teeth clacking together at times, and a little wet, but your heart threatens to burst with joy and relief at his effort, his reciprocation being something you wouldn’t have expected him to put any into.

A hand of your own raises to take the smooth curve of his jawline into your palm. He mumbles against your murmurs, and grunts at the wet, wriggling sensation invading his mouth. Their tongue? he realizes, doing poorly to mask his shock at how pleasant he finds the feeling to be. Unpredictable as per his usual routine, he returns the gesture, his own joining with yours to swirl and dance in the space between you. The softest of moans escapes him, and he tears away from you, embarrassed and breathing sharply, his pale cheeks tinted with the softest of rouge and lips tainted by your mixture of saliva.

Your laughter is faint as you lick away the liquid gathered along your own.

“So…” Scaramouche glances at you from beneath his newly summoned hat, barely having time to recover when you’ve shot him a look unfamiliar to him—it’s startling, how warm it makes him feel; how unfocused his mind is when your gazes lock; how impossible he finds it to begin stringing words into a sentence after what he’d engaged in – dazed, your eyelids flutter on incident at him, and in that starstruck, awestruck daze, “Did any of that get me anywhere with you?”

— until these words exit your mouth, that is. Your flippant attitude was not something he’d accounted for in the aftermath, and even worse, you’d caught him in a moment of vulnerability and weakness and decided to deliver them before he could collect himself.

“Something like that,” he says, tone breathy with exasperation, his eyes having rapidly widened at you. You chuckle nervously in response, daring to reach forward and adjust his slightly tilted kasa. He turns on the spot when you’re finished, clearing his throat, and beginning the rest of your descent down from the base of Mount Yougou. “Come along, then. We’ve got work to do.”

#*sobs* he's so dork-coded.#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x yn #kunikuzushi x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer x yn #wanderer x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #✦ nc vb.#✦ genshin impact.

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Thinking about Scara making us rub his cock with our pussy until we both cum

DOM! BOSS SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE BODYGUARD READER.

100 followers special AHH OMFG TY.

PURE FILTH.

Juicy stuff: Grinding,Recording, at a desk :<, Yandere themes

Featuring: CHILDE, he's your bestie in the start :) had so much fun writing Childe in this KKLMK I LOVE HIM❤️❤️😩

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amazing art credits! Scara masterlist Part 1 of Boss scara.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Stillness, Silence. The complete opposite of thunder. And that was his mother, The raiden shogun. God of thunder. Rumors spread around the elaborate 'Gakaden' company that once again her excellency has cancelled another meeting with her son. Its been 200 years since he's last seen her, heard her voice. Scaramouche was only able to rejoice in the sweet sent she left from each letter that was sent in her fluid handwriting.

"Y/n Y/n!" Childe said while tapping your shoulder. "Ah! Childe!! you scared me. Dont sneak up on me like that!" you nudged his shoulder in return. "Hah hah. sorry comrade~ anyway. Did you hear about scara?" you closed the book, bookmarking where you left off. "Yeah our Excellency is quite the busy woman. At least now i can catch up on my book" you smiled. "Why'd you ask? Is everything okay?" You gave a concerned look and the ginger then laughed at you. "Well the thing is.....IM GOING BACK HOME!!!" he took out a picture of teucer and the rest of his siblings. They we're wearing christmas sweaters while holding a 'welcome home' sign. "oh shit really!? your going back to snezhnaya? Thats great childe! how long are you going to be gone?" "hmm probably a month or two. Scara said we needed a break." Childe said "We? what do you mean by we?" You looked at him suprised. "Soo...You dont know gurly?" You gave a straight face. "No- I dont know GUrLy" "Scara is giving us a month off from work. He said something about wanting time to himself and-- I dont know the rest. To be honest, all i know is that we come back next month on the 30th." You scanned the room to see your fellow co-workers organizing their desks and holding boxes in their hands. "Seriously!? Thats great! That means i can go back home and-" Suddenly. The intercom rang with a short beep.

"If Y/N L/N Is still present in the building, Please report to Lord Scaramouche's Office Immediately!"

You tilted your head at the request. "Oooo did you get in trouble y/n??" "No? Or at least.. I hope not." You got up and placed your book back on your desk. Sighing at the sudden realization you we're gonna be by yourself without your 'best friend' for another month. "hey hey.. Cheer up okay? Its only a month and besides. WE CAN ALWAYS TEXT!!" childe waved his phone in your face, your sad expression then turning into a happy one. "HEY THERE GURLY-" "YOU LOOK WELL" "CARE TO EXCHANGE.." "NOTES?" The both of you giggled and then hugged eachother one final time. "Im gonna miss you so much ajax~" "of course, The one time you say my name its when im leaving-."

The intercom rang again. "Y/N... L/N.... REPORT TO LORD SCARAMOUCHE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY." now with a more nervous tone then ever. "God. Wonder whats going on over there they need me so bad." "Well..Ill be seeing you Comrade. Take care for me okay?" He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ending it off with you two doing your signature handshake as he walked out of the company.

While climbing the many floors you eventually made it to the 13th floor. Your master's office. You slowed down your stroll in the long cold dark hallway at the sound of pleads and yells. "P-PLEASE LORD SCARAMOUCHE.. I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I ASKED THROUGH THE WHOLE BUILDING TWICE, HAVE MERCY-" It sounded like the woman on the intercom. "Twice? I said bring her to my fucking office. Not call her, Not ASK around for her. Bring her. But you cant even do your goddam job." you put your hand against the doorknob, conflicting weather you should intervene or not. "Your nothing. Do you know that? Nobody special. I dont care about your family, Your kids, Or your life. Under me, Your just someone i hired for my mothers sake. Just a worker. Replaceable like the rest of the humans in here." You turned the doorknob, hoping to intervene in what sounded like the potential murder of your co-worker. She was being held by her throat, hovering over the balcony while scara held his signature katana in his other hand. "KUNI- STOP!" he turned his head immediately at the use of that name. The woman fell, gasping for air while recklessly running for her life out of the building.

"Hm. So you are here, Close the door." he dropped his blade in its stand and walked towards you. You closed the door, making sure it was locked and immediately turned your head. "Kuni? What the hell was that? Why did you try to KILL that woman??" He rubbed his hand along your shoulder. "Does it realllyyy matter baby? I can just hire a new one you know." he scoffed. "Kuni. Humans arent replaceable. You cant just KILL someone like that." "Mhm..Your right. Cant replace you and that sexy body of yours~" He grew closer to you, Placing your hand against his tie. "W-well..You wont have to worry about me. Or Ajax leaving..Anyway..Why did you call me in here- Master." He pulled away at your change in tone. If theirs one thing that drove kuni crazy about you, is how persistent you we're with work. Still managing to stay perfessional. He sat back behind his desk, Clicking his pen with a laid back expression. "Not in a good mood today pet, Was hoping you could change that f' me~" The balcony door was still open a bit behind him, the warm summer air breezed through the room. Making you tug at your own suit with how hot it started to feel, How intimidating he looked from across the room as you stood at the door. "O-okay..Where do you want me to go master? Do you want to go out to eat? I just have to get my case and-" he sighed and began unzipping his pants.

"Come here and ill show you~" You we're nervous at how intimate he sounded but reluctantly walked towards him. He looked you up and down, noticing how similar your outfit was to his. How your hips curved around the belt. "Want you to sit..Right here..." He rubbed his hands against his thighs, Motioning for you to sit. "B-but we shouldnt do it here- theirs people still working kuni-" He sucked his teeth at your remark. "You think i fucking care Pet? dont want to make master more mad do you?" "N..no..I dont." You closed the blinds to the balcony, remembering how you almost witnessed another womans murder infront of your eyes.. over you. You faced scara and blushed. Turning your head away while stripping each piece of clothing off of you until you wore nothing but lacey black lingerie. "God..You look so hot in those.." he groaned as you hovered over his cock. positioning your pussy right against it, "Grind on daddys cock. Fuck yes~" He threw his head back as your hands held onto the chair for stability.

"A-am i doing good for you master...?" he pressed his hands against your ass, slapping them as they made contact "AH~" "Hell yeah.. Your doing so good' want you wet for me." He shifted his hands towards your underwear, slowly making them shift down so he could see your clit. "K-kuni! what are you doing.." "Ugh~ turn your head back up- Wanna feel your clit rubbing against me" He pulled your underwear down, Repositioning you so your clit rubbed against his big length, Teasing you as your hole ached for him to be inside of you. "Master~ Your so big..hah..." "Yeah you like that pet? Like how good it feels against you?" Wet stains started to emerge on his pants as you grinded faster against him, Chasing the burning feeling he gave you. "K-kuni~ Feels so' good~ Please..fuck me.." you shifted your grip away from the chair, now tightly holding onto him instead. "Mmm dont think thats good enough love, Beg for it." Begging. Kuni always made you beg and scream for him, He loved hearing how desperate you we're for him to fill you up. To claim you as his. Watching as you cried in frustration when he'd pull out just when your about to cum. "K-KUNI~ PLEASE M' SO CLOSE" "Shit~ keep moaning like that, cum for daddy, cum for me. and ill fuck you. Fuck~ hah...bounce those tits for me. You look so fucking good~" he slowly pulled his phone out, Recording how your tongue stuck out for him and your tits bounced. How you looked like a dog in heat. "Fuck..Thats it y/n Dont stop, dont fucking stop." "AH~ K-KUNI M' GONNA CUM~ KUNI!!!!!!!!"

Your juices squirted all over kuni's pants as he came at the same time as you. You looked up to notice him recording you and covered your face in embarassment. "Mmm... is my little slut embarassed? god look at the fucking mess you made." He let his phone fall down on the floor. Roughly grabbing you and placing you against the desk. "K-Kuni! Dont be so- MMM~" he tied his tie around your mouth. Throwing his clothes onto the floor and picking up his phone once again. "Shit...Cant get enough of you y/n~ love how this pussy is all mine~ are you mine pet?" you nodded your head with no hesitation.

"Fuck yes. Im gonna break you."

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Your lungs empty, the sight before you horrid enough to steal your breath away in an instant. You're not usually this swayed-- after all that you've seen over the past few months, it's rare for even the cruelest of scenes to get such an expressive reaction out of you, the numerous horrors personally faced quick to numb you in such a short time. Somehow, you manage to surprise yourself today.

Because you've never seen so much red in one place before.

You manage to stumble, the scent of iron overwhelming enough to dizzy you into tripping over a piece of the upturned landscape. What you stand on used to be a shrine for one of the gods, not one so prominent that their presence or the construction of said shrine would impact the people of Inazuma, but the disrespect in its destruction is obvious. Whatever former glory it might've held existed as a memory to those who crossed its path-- now, crumbled and decaying megaliths sit scattered about Kannazuka's highest hill, mingling with the carnage.

Something wet squelches beneath your waraji. You freeze, and allow your gaze to flit down to your feet, lips parting in abject horror as more red appears, soaking into the white cloth of your tabi. You knew the liquid hadn't been from the absurd amount of rain that often plagued the island; the clouds above you were not weather clouds, after all. Your head snaps back up, and as hard as you try, it's almost too difficult now to convince yourself it's anything other than blood. So, you begin to collect the facts rather than collect yourself.

What happened here, exactly? This temple of the gods, likely abandoned before its desecration, had always been quiet, according to the rumours. You'd forgotten who its patron was; which tutelary deity was it again, who had taken up the mantle of being Kannazuka's protector, a fealty pledged to the Electro Archon, herself, in exchange for a place to call one's own? For some reason, despite of your learned nature of Inazuma's recorded history, you can't seem to recall it. A lesser god of little importance, you'd supposed, though you wouldn't dare say this aloud.

If this god was tasked with protecting one of Inazuma's islands and its people, why in Teyvat were their corpses scattered at its highest peak? Why is it so difficult for you to find a foothold on this bloodstained terrain that doesn't already have a disfigured body, nor a severed limb, in its place? Where is this patron god?

You press forward. As much as you wish it weren't necessary, the only way for you to reach the fragmented shrine is to step on the fallen. You swallow, your throat suddenly tightening when your heel meets a smaller object. You don't have to look down to know what it is. Eventually, you reach a safe place to pause, though the earth still pools with red when you step down onto it. You look up at the shrine of this forgotten god, your frown only deepening when you realize that only the front porch and entryway are what remain. The rest of it, by some extreme means, had been blown away.

Care killed the cat, you think as you round the shrine's mantle, tiptoeing toward the edge of the hill. With one leg extended to safety, you peer over the edge to find the rest of the shrine far at the base of the hill, hundreds of meters away from its original home.

"Be careful," a voice suddenly calls. You nearly leap out of your chilled skin, fear lighting a fire beneath you to move you away from the edge as fast as possible and whirl you around to face who spoke. Perched on the top of one of the large stone monoliths sits a skinny, bloodied man, dark-skinned and red-haired, knees tucked up into his chest with his cheek resting against them. He blinks at you. "You might've fallen."

"A..." Your voice catches in your throat; you quickly clear it. "Are you the one that did all of this?"

While appearing impassive, his tone is hesitant. "Not directly." With an unnoticeable twitch of your finger, a dark metaled sphere rises from your hip and joins you to float at your side. The man's head lifts. "Wait. Stop. I am not a threat."

"We live in a time where knowing who is a friend and who is a foe matters not," you argue, approaching him slowly. "Having had to raise my hand to people I have called "family", I have no qualms over doing so against a stranger. Explain yourself, or let your crypticity be your final act."

The man's eyebrows turn down, not in anger, but in displeasure; exhaustion.

"... please," he murmurs, placing his chin back between his knees, seemingly hugging his legs even closer to him. "No more fighting."

No more fighting? your thoughts echo. This man is covered in blood that clearly does not belong to him, and yet he does not wish to fight?

"Who are you," you demand, and while your catalyst no longer spins in battle anticipation, it awaits your command from next to your elbow. "Speak, or there will be a fight whether you wish for one or not."

Eyes lidded, he glances at you from his lap.

"I am a god," he says. He huffs dryly. "Was a god. This was my temple. My shrine. My home."

"You are the deity who was supposed to protect this place?"

"Hm. I did good, didn't I." Your lips part at him, but no words leave you. "All of these people... trusted in me to protect them. I swore to them that I would. "Join me in the shrine," I told them. I made them gather here... so I could protect them all together."

"You corralled them into their deaths," you surmise.

"I suppose that I did." He turns to you once more. "You are of Inazuma, are you not?"

"... I am," you admit.

"Yet you do not know who I am, or rather, you have forgotten me, yes?"

"If I had to ask of you your identity, then I suppose that could be correct."

"Or maybe it is that you do not believe in the gods," he assumes. His dark eyes narrow toward the bright red Vision hanging off of your belt. "And yet, you wield the potential to become one, dearest allogene."

"... how is it you came to the conclusion that I am a non-believer?" you ask. "That's rather blasphemous to suggest considering what kind of land we now live in."

"Potentially, yes." He makes an expression of amusement, but it is stale. Half-hearted. "But we have given humanity little reason to keep believing, haven't we. We've failed your kind too many times."

"People still revere the Archons," you point out.

"Revery is only steps away from fear. Did the history of the Archon War teach you nothing?"

"Well, clearly you survived it, when it had been said gods were being slaughtered left and right. Is that fealty you pledged still serving you? Or are you only able to cower while on the shores of this island? Of Inazuma?"

"... I don't dare travel to Liyue nor Fontaine, if this is what you are asking of me." You refrain from laughing. Not the time, not the place. "And I cannot return to Natlan, either. Though, I think I may dare to make a request to return to Celestia before the day's end."

"Since you have bothered to mention this to me, dare I assume I can ask why?"

"For repentance. Or punishment. Nowadays, they are one in the same. I welcome either. After all, aside from you and from I, there is no one left on Kannazuka to defend. I don't dare trespass onto Yashiori or Watatsumi. That Orobashi and I... never got along."

An unnameable sensation passes through your chest, a trigger for you to send your catalyst back to your hip. The nameless god notices this and sighs.

"Have I been deemed non-threatening enough that I no longer warrant you having your weapon drawn?" he inquires.

"... that's not the word I would use," you mumble. "For a god, well, speaking candidly, you are quite pathetic."

"You are a brave one, dearest allogene. No wonder you received Murata's Vision. I suppose this is how you have survived this long."

"No. I only received this Vision a fortnight ago. It would have spared me from a great injury if it arrived a day prior to that, and a great headache two months before then."

He hadn't noticed it before, the bandages crawling up from the tips of your fingers and up and into your shirtsleeve. Under his fiery gaze, you begin to feel unsettled, and so, the subject is changed.

"How did this happen?" The nameless god returns his gaze to his own person. "And why are you covered in blood?"

He swallows thickly. "Have you been made aware, the cause of this sudden calamity?" You shake your head.

"No one in Inazuma knows much of anything anymore, other than how to pick up a weapon and fight."

"That certainly is going around Teyvat in plentiful supply, I am afraid to inform you. Inazuma is not the only nation under attack by these strange beings." Once more, the breath from your lungs is quickly filtered out.

"These strange creatures are all over the continent? It isn't just attacking us?" For the nameless god, it is difficult to tell whether you are relieved or in despair at this news. "Where did they come from?"

"The godless nation of Khaenri'ah," he answers before falling silent. You wait for him to continue, until it becomes clear that these had been his final words on the topic.

"Why are you covered in blood, nameless god?"

From his perch atop the shattered stone, he extends his thin legs in a stretch on his way to the ground. He doesn't land in a normal fashion, either, instead appearing to have floated onto the blood-soaked hill, his first step feather-light. Perhaps this explains his bird-like features, you allow yourself to muse.

"Unlike the Archons of Teyvat, lesser gods such as I or Orobashi often rely on reverence and the faith of you humans to draw on our power. I cannot speak for that slithering beast; however, I tend to require more than average. I do not normally possess the physical strength necessary to protect my people. That is not where my true powers lie."

He moves from the entrance of his former temple, feet wading through the puddles of red, the grass beneath him flicking specks of blood onto the hemming of his white hakama.

"I gathered them atop this hill to pray for me so I might save them from the calamity of Khaenri'ah. I knew that this plan could turn on its head; I only made it easier for those beasts to harm them, and... I... could do nothing."

"Did their prayers not reach you?" you ask, while already sure of that impossibility.

"... no, they were received. I simply became... complacent. What is that new age term you humans use? ... ah. I "let myself go". This vessel of mine could not control the power they blessed me with, and along with the devils from Khaenri'ah, I destroyed my own people." He crouches down to shut the eyes of a young woman lying at his feet. "Perhaps I... am a calamity all on my own."

You open your mouth to speak, but only a broken sigh escapes you. At the very least, you had hoped it had been the creatures who were solely at fault. What are you to do with this knowledge? It's not like a human can punish a god. Can the Electro Archon judge him? Or does Celestia take care of godly affairs? Who is to absolve and avenge these poor humans who put their faith in some... false deity?

"... I think you're right," you say lowly. "All of you gods are just... one great, big, calamitous force. Somehow, we allowed you to rule over us in exchange for a half-hearted promise of protection and a bit of your power. Case and point, a majority of you have yet to deliver or have failed to deliver on that promise. I also think that if not for this grave mistake that Khaenri'ah allowed to happen, they would be right in not relying on the gods to take care of them, or, at the very least, smart."

The nameless god releases a dry, humourless laugh.

"The salt you rub in these wounds of mine are coarse, dearest allogene."

"Of yours?" A laugh of your own escapes you, choked and disbelieving. "That's not the blood of a god I see soaked into your hakama, you nameless fool."

He rises, onto his feet, and above the grass line on his way to you. Your chest heaves, a heavy breath passing through your lungs, but you stand your ground.

"Forget bravery," he says. "Your misplaced bravado, or whichever delusion fuels your cruel ejaculate, might have been the death of you should those creatures have any sentience. But I, a god, have indulged your insults twice over now." He looms over you by an easy two feet, and by looking up at him and seeing him as up close as you do, you realize, perhaps, he isn't as herbivorous nor bird-like as you once thought. "I am not so benevolent as one might think. Would you care to try for a third insult?"

No, the sharp teeth lining the entirety of his melancholy grimace suggest something far more vicious.

"By all means," you hiss at him. "Allow Celestia and the Electro Archon, herself, to judge you once more. One more death shouldn't matter."

"Death?" he repeats, sounding almost amused now. "No, no, what I would elect to do to you is far more harsh. Death would be only too easy for such a smart aleck human. And I warned you... that this "nameless god" is tired of fighting, dearest allogene."

Before the sudden movement can register, the man has plucked you off the ground with his hand curled around your chin. A sharp gasp escapes you, the pain of his grip and the dead weight dangling beneath you causing a fiery ache to spread everywhere above your jaw. Your arms raise in your defence, fingers grabbing at his immortal flesh, nails fruitlessly digging away at his wrists-- he's a god! He's a god! He's a god! your thoughts, quick to race through your mind, scream at you. Nothing you do will harm him, after all.

Something behind him flickers, and you just barely catch it through watering eyes. Orange, almost like a flame, and it flaps like a wing, startling you in your state of hyperarousal. Much of your air gone from your lungs, filtering in bubbles of oxygen that only barely keep your consciousness afloat, you fear delirium.

The nameless god's eyes narrow at you, in the same moment an uncomfortable heat swirls around your body. It has you go limp, your fingers slipping from prying at his knuckles, the intensity of it too much to withstand on sheer willpower alone.

"You are the first human to have expressed such blatant disrespect to not only me, but to the Archons and Celestia, itself," he murmurs. "How arrogant. Being so battled-hardened has turned dissolved all common sense in these humans. A grand reset for Teyvat would not be such a bad venture-- maybe Khaenri'ah is correct, as you so deludedly suggested."

A grand... reset?

"Death really would be much too easy for you, little genshin, but, I will offer you one chance to escape my hand."

His grip on you falters enough that you're dropped several feet back down to the blood-soaked grass, the hilltop squelching beneath your weight. If the lack of air hadn't been awful enough, the smell of iron makes the space beneath your tongue tingle and the back of your throat burn. In your discomfort, you squint up at him, massaging your rapidly bruising jawline, to find that he scarcely looks as he had before.

The strange orange object you had seen only moments ago belongs to a great, big pair of wings, each pennon the length of a fully grown man, if not wider when they preen outward and away from him. Their colour shifts along a spectrum of flames, orange to red to yellow, and cast almost a sickening glow upon your fast-paling skin,

"If you can answer my next question, I will allow you to leave this place unharmed, and with the blessing of a god. Refuse to answer, against my better judgment, your life will end by my hand. But answer incorrectly, and you'll find that your life will have just begun."

"You're mad," you wheeze, your chest tight with fear. "You are insane!! Spare me your cryptic words, I already said! Just be done with me already!"

"And I said it would be too easy. You are at my mercy. You do not get to make demands." You let out a seething breath, his sudden willingness for a purposeless murder sending wave after wave of nausea rippling across your blood-soaked body. "Simply answer... one question." You swallow something sharp. "What is my name?"

Your lips part in the same moment your heart sinks into your stomach.

"Y-You already full well know that I do not know your name!" you cry. "How in the world is this a fair question to ask?!"

"It is not," the nameless god sneers, "but I never claimed it would be." A choked sob escapes you, and in your sorrow, you collapse your face into your bloodied hands, numb to the strong scent of iron. After everything you've endured, after this distance you travelled in an attempt to achieve solace through all of your losses, and through your achievements, and this is the way it's going to end for-- "You would be wise to answer quickly, dearest allogene. All this fighting... truly drains away one's benevolence."

"I-I..."

Your head pounds with each incessant tap of his foot into the wet grass, every squelch into the earth sending your stomach reeling. Red rain, not blood, you attempt to delude yourself; not blood. Of course, when you open your eyes to try and glare at the painfully ethereal man hovering over you, it is all you see.

You were blessed with having parents who thought it important to have a learned daughter, and in turn, you swore to them to learn all you possibly could from them. Arithmetic, the arts, the languages of Teyvat, Inazuma's grand history of war and of the gods-- your land was rich with knowledge and beauty; you never stopped learning, never desired to stop learning.

Most of the gods you studied died off long ago during the events of the Archon War, but the few that remained were quick to align themselves with those who took the throne of each nation. It would appear that this cruel god pledged himself loyal to the Electro Archon of Inazuma, though by his appearance, you could only suppose that he originated from Natlan prior to his ascension. Naturally, this is less than helpful for you. There have been so many gods that have come and gone from Natlan, not only by means of the war, but by its ruler's own fiery temper, a indication to her being the Pyro Archon.

It is not that you do not believe in the gods. Of course they exist. The Archon War hadn't been the only proof of this, naturally. But you do not believe in them. There is no faith to be held in their regard; no honour in praying to them nor worshipping them from the earth they scarcely walk on. Why bother, when they have never answered your cries? Why, when all they could do in spite of their great powers, was deliver you an ornament of flame with the message, "Go. Fight."

What even is there to revere if you are doing their job and protecting humanity?

It's how you arrived on Kannazuka, after all. Knowing it to be mainly desolate with the exception of a small Inazuman tribe and the one misplaced god who should have never settled there to begin with, and thinking it relatively small enough that not many of those creatures would bother to linger. The god would protect his small population, and you, when you arrived. You wouldn't have to fight for your life... not anymore.

"Y... You useless, nameless god," you seethe into your lap. He does not speak, he does not laugh; there is no noise between you besides the distant lapping of waves against the shores of the island and the shudder of leaves on barren, decaying trees.

"I have no possible or fathomable clue of what your name could be. So, before my death, or my life, I shall name you "Devil", for that is what you are. All of your glory as a god-- what could even you do for your people besides mercifully suiciding them to guard them from those horrors? Let me join them in their freedom-- finally. I refuse to remain on the same land as you a minute longer."

The winged god peruses you for the entirety of that minute.

""Devil" is a fitting alternative," he says. "Beel and Beelzebub would approve of such a moniker. I have not been well-liked nor received warmly by many in over a millennia, even by my adoptive progenitors. Yes, "Devil" is a good guess. But it is not a correct one."

Your muscles give out, and your spine suddenly lacks the strength to keep you sitting upright. There is that heat again, you dare to whine. I am... truly about to die.

When the nameless god crouches before you, his wings curl over your form, shielding you from the unnatural violet light swirling in the skies over Kannazuka. It's dark beneath them, the only light coming from the dim glow of his feathers, and it makes you tremble. Being so close to such a being frightens you more than any of those beasts from Khaenri'ah did.

"It is ironic, me coming to this land," he suddenly muses. Looking up at him, you realize this is the first expression other than melancholy that he has worn since meeting him. You wish he hadn't smiled just now. Somehow, the pain in your chest worsens. "Godless before, and it will be godless again. Upon my return to Celestia, perhaps I will inquire as to why they thought it fitting to have granted you a Vision, you weak little genshin."

His hand lowers slowly to hover in front your face. Your heavy breathing, loud and filled with whimpers, is the first to come in contact with it before each of the pads of his fingers press like a five-pointed star against you, and almost instantaneously, you fall silent, and your Pyro Vision fades to black.

The nameless god draws his hand away, collapsing back off of his haunches when your lifeless body collides against his, sighing deeply.

"Do not be so foolish in your next life, little genshin. It is as you say... we are useless gods."

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According to the lore surrounding Kannazuka Island, the prefix "Kan" can translate to "no gods". In this story, consider the island to have been named long ago, prior to this nameless god presiding over it. As this nameless god ends up forgotten when the only people to have ever worshipped him were killed, this is why he mentions the "irony" of his situation. Raiden Mikoto and Raiden Ei were called "Baal" and "Beelzebub", respectively, as a reference to the Ars Goetia, of whom a majority of the gods in Genshin Impact are inspired from. When y/n called the nameless god "Devil", this is in homage to his origin. Try and guess which one the nameless god might be!

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waraji -> japanese bamboo sandals tabi -> the socks worn with waraji; fends off blisters and chafing fortnight -> fourteen days ago. hakama -> a ceremonial garment, but is also worn by nobility. in modern times, those who practice kendo wear them as part of the official uniform. hyperarousal -> a term for the "fight-flight-or-freeze" response. allogene/genshin -> vision-bearers.

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