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stellar-skyy · 2 months

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WITH YOU— Wanderer x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Wanderer wakes up by his lover's side. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: References to Wanderer's backstory. iii. NOTES: Fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.1k words. iv. A/N: Written for @ecrin-de-litterature's Kiss (don't tell) event! My matchup was @iceunhie!! Mhie!!! I hope you enjoy!! I'm sorry if this is ooc I am so unused to writing Wanderer ;-;

Every morning Wanderer wakes, he stares.

He can’t help it, truly. He’s always been an early riser, ever since he was a youth. Back then, when he rose from the pile of blankets on the floor he called a bed, it was always well before the other person occupying the house. The young boy—his brother, his family—was the opposite, and would rest until the sun slipped through the cracks under the door and right into his eyes. By then, Wanderer would have returned with a heaping of Lavender melons for breakfast, and they'd enjoy the morning together.

Even with the Fatui, who all woke before the crack of dawn to begin their duties, he was the first to get up. He was lucky enough to witness the horrors of the Knave before she’d drunk a cup of coffee, and the amusement of seeing sleep-deprived new recruits who hadn’t adjusted to the early schedule quite yet.

And now, when the place he lived was no longer empty, and he no longer needed to sleep lightly for fear of a knife to his throat, he still found himself waking with the sun.

The moment dawn began to break, he was already stirring. Within moments of blinking himself awake, he moves to seek out the warm presence by his side, pausing for a moment to watch them as they slept.

His eyes trace every inch of their face, until it was burned into his mind. Every detail; the slope of their nose, the delicate curl of their lashes, each mark on their skin. It would never fail to astound him, just how irrevocably human they were: from the veins tracing spiderwebs across their wrists to the slow thrum of their heartbeat.

He observes carefully, as each inhale of their breath brought their chest up and down. Their lips were just barely parted to let air through. He imagines them curling into that delightfully familiar smile, the one that sent shivers down his spine even after dozens upon dozens of times he’s witnessed it.

That smile could melt him, in a way no other human could. They were the exception to so many rules in his life, breaking past his resentment towards humanity and worming their way into where his heart would be, if he had one.

They were just so undeniably, disgustingly kind.

How else could he describe them, when they were the one to see him with all his sharp edges and still have enough patience to fall in love with him? What other words could he say, when they look upon him every day, knowing the horrors of his past and still having enough faith to believe he can become something good?

Kindness was a stranger to him. Cruel words, and ugly sneers were far more commonly thrown his way. They were a familiarity; a comfortable sort of pain, something easy to swallow.

That’s what no one tells you about being hated: eventually, it feels safe. Eventually there comes a point where you crave their fear, their disgust, like it’s the only thing keeping yourself whole. That’s when they say your name like it’s a curse, and you feel lucky to hear it at all.

‘Love’ is something else entirely. For the longest, love was a burden; love was what left you abandoned on the steps of the Shakkei Pavilion, or exiled from the only place you've ever called home.

But… he loved them. Gods, he loved them. And they loved him too, if the words they told him sleepily before they fell asleep were true. Love was terrifying; it was a feeling so human that he couldn’t possibly know how to handle it.

They began to shift in their sleep, face scrunching up minutely, before their eyes cracked open.

“You staring?” They say, their words slightly slurred with sleep.

Of course. “Of course not. I was just watching how you drool in your sleep. It looked so pathetic that I found myself in awe.”

“Mhm,” They yawn. “Tell me again how much you hate me.”

He hesitated, letting his mask crack for just a moment. “I don’t hate you.”

In terms of love confessions, it was pretty pathetic.

“Ever the romantic, aren’t you? I—” Another yawn cuts through whatever more they were going to say. They hum gently, shuffling closer to rest a head against his shoulder.

If he had a heart, it would be pounding. “Tch. Clingy, aren’t you?”

“I don’t see you pulling away.” They weren’t wrong. Absently, he moved to make himself more comfortable, sliding an arm around their waist and resting his chin on top of their head.

“I could hardly leave you alone, could I? Humans must truly be pitiful creatures, craving affection like they’d starve without it. What would you be without me?”

“Well, if I’m so pitiful, I might as well leave,” They huff, moving to detangle from the mess of sheets and limbs.

“No! Don’t go,” He blurts out, jolting forward to catch their wrist before they could move away. They blink at his sudden reaction, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “Not yet.”

“Okay,” they say easily, settling back into the bed. This time, Wanderer foregoes the aloofness and moves straight to lay his head on their chest with one ear pressed to where their heart beats.

“Okay. I won’t leave yet.”

That was what he was told, so many times. Every time in the past he heard it—from his mother, his friend, his brother—it was always a lie, but somehow, somehow he believed them when they said it.

“Don’t go…” He murmurs lowly, soft enough that they can barely catch it.

“I won’t,” they say into his hair, soft as a whisper. “I love you.”

I love you. The words were on the edge of his tongue, so close he could taste their sweetness. They were always there, lingering in the back of his throat like something he could never quite swallow down. They were the background of every moment he spent with them, day and night. They were the aftertaste of the dinner he cooked for them, they were the shape of the stitches he used when he mended their clothing; in every action he takes, three words he can’t bring himself to say.

“You don’t have to tell me you love me back,” They kiss the crown of his head. “I already know.”

But one day he’s going to say it back to them.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months

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Part 3 of various scaramouche versions!

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Separate, 2 versions of them being not isekaied to a universe of multiple versions of himself together, and short as him but at the same time, big as his hat. [From a video(s) I saw: imagine him trying to get through the door but his hat is to wide to even fit. Or when in the meeting, the only thing you can see is him tippie toeing and his hat as he glares into your soul. Or even if he sounds like mickey mouse, "I will make you sleep with the fishes!"]

Characters: Kunikuzushi[kuni], Kabukimono, scaramouche, wanderer.

Warning!: NSFW, slight angst? Dom! Reader. [Idk if I should put AFAB or AMAB for him, but I'll just do both]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kuni, he hadn't ever met you. He always heard people talk about you and imagined what you would be like. He slowly fell in love without even knowing it and kept daydreaming all day long about you.

One day, he had wet dreams about you. Touching him every inch of his body, holding him and saying praises. He woke up and had a really strange feeling down there but ignored it.

When he did get isekai: Kuni had finally met you! You are so much better in person then he ever imagined! He was cunfused about the feeling inside his chest but didn't mind since it felt nice. Oh how he loved your touch. He loved how you make sure to keep him safe and out of trouble even if he doesn't know what it means.

Rubbing his thighs together, trying to create friction as he watched you peacefully asleep. He didn't know what was happening but as always, he chose to ingore it. He didn't want you to think he wasn't perfect! He promises he's a perfect! He's not broken at all! He never asked you about it, but don't worry, he'll know about it soon or later... "hnngh-!....it feels weird..! *hic*" sobbing as he whined, riding your thigh. You pity him so you decided to give him a little mercy by palming his small bulge/rubbing circles on his clit and allow him to rut onto it. "AhhH~! [Name], th- this feels new- HnghH!" His head thrown back as he came. Making a mess that you'll have to clean later.

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kabukimono was lost, wandering in the woods until he met you! You were so kind, giving him a place called home. You'd teach him how to do chores and cook, protect him from all the bad people, and even give him a goodnight kiss! He didn't know why he reacted in a way where his cheeks goes red, his 'heart' beating, his mind all about you and fuzzy, and his body feels warm. But it's even warmer...down there..he didn't know why :( are you gonna be mad at him for not being good enough? Perfect enough?

Kabukimono falling onto the bed. Trying to figure out what's going on. He smells your scent on the pillow, trying to hug it, accidentally rubbing friction on his little bulge. Making him freeze. He tried doing the same action, rutting into your pillow. He cried as it felt to intense, and stopped. Edging himself without knowing it. You can see drool driping down his chin, tears going over dry ones. His mind feels hazy and fuzzy as his sight goes blurry as he dreamed about you.

When he did get isekai: he was so cunfused, why were there multiple clones of him with you?! Are you trying to replace him :( please don't leave him! He'll promise he will do better! He kept silent as he doesn't know what to say as he clings onto you with kuni doing it too.

He nearly forgot about the pleasure last time, until he rubbed his cock/clit near the edge of the cabinet, he stopped. He tried doing it again, continuing but this time he didn't stop, the climax hit hard. Making his eyes roll up into his skull, he fell onto the floor with hearts in his eyes and a dumb smile.

"[Name]! It feels like I'm about to ahH~, explode!" He whined, tears threatening to fall down. Soothing him by rubbing his back and giving praises that he's such a good boy and doing a good job. Soon, he came with a silent scream. He passed out on your lap as he snuggles on your shoulder.

// [I feel like he would say that since ahem....he doesn't know]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Scaramouche. He didn't know who you are, what you are but he didn't care. Until he felt like a familiar presence was there with him. He send it off as him being paranoid, but he always feels your presence. He was concerned at first but calmed down when he felt warmth and comfort from it. It actually....made him fall asleep. Seems like he's dreaming. 'Who's that?' He wonders as he sees the person near the cliff, sitting. He went closer until you turned around making him flinch. It...was..you? He finally remembers, there was a time where he didn't get a betrayal. He just....disappeared. he doesn't remember why or how. But....he misses you. He woke up as he touched his face. In many years, he was crying. Maybe later, when he becomes a God, he'll find you and make you his. He will never let you leave him, or let you go. Never again.

He had another dream of you. He wonders what's its gonna be like. He froze when you hold his hand and kissed him. You asked him for permission. He opened his mouth for access, letting you explore his mouth. His knees felt weak at that point until he woke up....with a boner/an aching feeling down there.

When he did get isekai: he was so fucking cunfused. Like where the fuck is he and why is there people that looks like him? When he finally understood the situation, he didn't care....well at least the burning fury when Wanderer puts up his middle finger without you looking as he hugged you. It's not like he's jealous! Impossible, your his anyways. Will and forever be. It's not like he wants your touch too....

He put out his frustration by thinking about you....wait what?! tch, no way he's in love with you. It's not like he's fingering himself and masterbating by the thought of you! [It can go both ways for both genders or any] "hnNghH~! Y- you pervert! I will— ahhH~" He's stumbling on his words, trying to not focus how good ur fucking him. Sending false threats as his mind get fuzzy. He's gripping the sheets underneath him, trying to not whine when you stopped kissing him... you've been edging him for hours! Begging you to let him cum as he tried getting closer to your touch. Hm....maybe you'll let him or maybe he can endure few more ♥︎

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: wanderer. He kept having dreams about you, didn't know why. He asked nahida about it, but seems like she only has information that your real and alive. That's all. He was cunfused. Aren't you dead already? [If you are he'll search everywhere to find your body and cradle it for eternity] even though he seems like he didn't care if you were alive or dead, deep inside, he was so...happy

He's dreaming about you again....he wonders what's different in this one. You pin him down softly, surprising him as he gasps and maybe even yelped. He felt your hands slithering under his shirt as he turned away, covering his mouth to not let unwanted noises come out. Ah...the dream ended. He was so glad today was the day he's left alone or he would've had some problems explaining why he has a boner/ why he's wet.

When he did get isekai: he would spend all of his time with you, also trying to protect you if any means of danger comes by. He would try to act as if he isn't clingy like kuni and Kabukimono. But he'll pout and glances at you every chance he gets. [He was very obvious]

He twitched, but ignoring the aching pain. He simply hugged you from the back and inhaled your scent. You thought it was wholesome and cute, although the humping wasn't un-noticed by you. "Wanna cum....please.." he squirmed as he felt your hands slithering around his waist, touching everywhere of his body. He was twitching/aching for the excitement of what you were gonna do. "Just...fuck me already!" Yeah...he should've not said that...

"NooOo more..~!", "too faaAst~!", "Please! I'm sensitive- hngh!" Oh well, he can handle being overstimulated and have wobbly legs the next day. Or even not walking.

At the end of the day, they're all sluts only for you. And will be only yours.

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ceneid · 1 month

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" in another life, i would be your girl ... "

⌜ pairing ⌟ : wanderer x gn! reader !

⌜ proofread ⌟ : ✓

⌜ cw ⌟ : modern ! au, slightly suggestive, two dorks in love trying to figure out some feelings ( mainly you ), some cursing, and fluff (‾◡◝)

⌜ author's notes ⌟ : just a quick peek of the upcoming ( apparently going to have wanderer as the winner, hehe ) wanderer x gn! reader songfic with the song 'the one that got away' by katy perry in a modern! au! ( - this said, it's not the actual thing - just a tiny part of it (￣︶￣) - ) anyways, do hope you enjoy !

' we'd make out in your mustang, to radiohead,'

A SONG you didn't recognize and didn't really bother to figure out at that moment played through the speakers in wanderer's car. the two of you were currently in the backseat, showing love to each other by giving and receiving heated kisses in between bated breaths through the two of you.

" you - you're so fucking pretty that it's stupid, "

wanderer lightly panted out, out of breath from the kiss that you broke away from just a few moments ago.

" and you're too ethereal for this world, "

you said as you shutted him up with another kiss.

after holding it for a second or two, the two of you pulled away, agreeing on a mutual non - spoken agreement that you would both try to catch some air before devouring each other's lips again.

as the car filled with only the sounds of yours' and wanderer's heavy, but getting lighter, breaths, the radio that was still playing, and the air conditioner cut on that was going slowly but efficiently, you had a question suddenly pop up in your mind.

" .. wanderer? "

you gently called out to him, poking his left cheek as his body was now laid on top of yours rather than holding himself up on top of you with his arms.

he let out a muffled response.

" .. what? "

you thought for a moment, pondering over whether or not to ask him the question that had appeared just a minute ago.

" ... what are we? "

you absent - mindedly traced intricate patterns into his left forearm as you thought out loud, wanderer listening to you chatter quietly as to not disturb your train of thought.

" .. i mean, we're not friends .. we're not dating, and we're also not lovers .. so what are we, exactly? "

as you stared up at the ceiling of the car, wanderer faced you with the most deadpan expression he could muster.

" think, [ y/n ]. what do you think we are? we can't be labelled as just friends - we're already in too deep for that title. "

your heart skipped a beat as he gently kissed your right cheek and then went back to laying on top of you, savoring the feeling of you natural body warmth on his slightly colder skin.

as he softly grasped your hand in his, you thought about the more obvious choices you had.

friends? no, because like wanderer had stated earlier, you two weren't just 'friends' - the two of you had already dug a hole too deep to climb out of for that title. just best friends? maybe, if you two hadn't already had romantic advances towards each other. lovers? it could be possible, but you hadn't asked wanderer out officially, and he hadn't asked you out either. so that one was ruled out, too. with that in your mind, you decided to say what wanderer deemed to be one of the stupidest moments of your life.

" ... are you perhaps playing with me and my feelings? "

he looked up at you, unamused.

" no, you dumbo. i wouldn't waste my time on that type of shit. "

he sighed, deciding to help you out a bit.

" [ y/n ], think. what do you genuinely want us to be? "

you thought for a moment at the re - asked queston.

" .. unofficial lovers. "

you couldn't really help yourself. the word came tumbling out naturally. after spending around a year or two with each other your hasty first meeting, the two of you had, without a doubt, grown romantic feelings towards each other that far outweighed the innocent platonic ones.

wanderer hummed in thought.

" how come unofficial? "

whilst you were questioning life for putting you in this position, wanderer trailed some light kisses around your jawline as you softly smacked his head.

" wanderer ! stoppp ! "

after he stopped and laid back down on top of you, you thought of how to word the next sentence.

" .. well ... we've never exactly confessed to each other directly, have we .. ? if we haven't, then it's techinically unofficial .. "

you trailed off.

" t - that is if you even reciprocate my feelings .. "

you quickly added to your past statement.

wanderer slowly nodded in agreement.

" .. well .. no, i haven't. you're right. "

he then took a breath in and looked at you in your eyes, indigo orbs clashing with your own [ e/c ] ones.

" .. wanna date? officially, though? "

you giggled at his choice of words, but nodded and shot him a genuine smile nevertheless.

" yes, and also yes. "

wanderer showed you how glad he internally was for you to be there with him by pulling you into another passionate kiss after he admired your natural beauty for a short while. in his eyes, you'll always be beautiful, and he'd be damned if he was with anyone else but you.

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reixtsu · 1 month

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𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛

“You studying simply is not helpful to me right now.”

Pairing: [TOUCH STARVED] Wanderer x Gn Reader

Genre: Nice comfy fluff, kinda angst, sweet ending

Warnings: slight swear words, temporary neglect, angst (?)

Synopsis: Life has been keeping both you and Wanderer busy, and the Akademiya sure isn’t helping you. With the lack of attention, the relationship seems to go down hill. What will he do if you keep ignoring him to focus on your (stupid) exams?

Word Count: 932

(CLOSED) TAGLIST: @sl-vega, @d-d3arest @strxwberryfetish, @kunikuzushis-darling, @xrmywaifxx

Wanderer was not the type of guy to show his true emotions to just anyone. Even despite you two being in a romantic relationship, he still had that spiky exterior acting as a shell. He did not want to show his weaknesses to you either.

As of late, however, you both began having your own agendas. You started staying at school longer in order to study in the Akademiya, and he was set out on missions from Nahida. Sometimes he was gone for weeks, months, without ever seeing you. For the times when he was at home with you, you were either attending school or studying at home. There was barely any time left for both of you to pay attention to each other.

That was definitely not good for the relationship.

Overtime, the two of you began to be more distant. It wasn't intentional, of course, but that wasn't a good enough reason. Despite Wanderer’s denial, he had to admit he missed you. Even if you were a big idiot who was ignoring him and wasting away to study. He was done being patient, he was going to get your attention again.

It was the end of the lecture you attended and you exited the building with a fatigued sigh. It looked as if a zombie walked out of a classroom. With heavy eye-lids you dragged yourself towards the nearest library to study whatever you learned at the lecture, much to your displeasure. You were tired; it felt like you had been walking in a daze within the hell of learning. Part of you wished to procrastinate more, but you had too much work to resolve first. Luckily for you, your boyfriend had other plans for you.

“Y/n,” You heard a familiar angry voice call out. Slowly turning around you saw Wanderer hover a few inches above you with his arms crossed with his signature frown.

“Ah. Wanderer. Long time no see,” you have him a small grin and a wave.

He huffed, landing gracefully before walking towards you. “Enough of this.”

‘Enough of this’ could mean many things, is what you thought to yourself. You couldn't understand why Wanderer was acting the way he was so all you did was tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Don't ‘huh’ me!” Wanderer scoffed, roughly placing his hand on your chin. He squinted his indigo eyes to inspect the very much dead eyes of yours. “You look like you’re dying.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” you joked, trying to lighten the tense aura that he was giving you with a nonchalant, tired smile.

He let out a noise akin to a growl, then swiftly picked you up bridal style. Startled, your eyes widen as your feet leave the ground unexpectedly, your arms flailing for balance. Your mouth formed a silent 'O' of surprise as you were lifted into the air, your heart racing with the suddenness of the gesture.

You looked into his eyes out of curiosity, only for his sharp eyes to glare daggers into yours. If you squinted, you noticed a slight blush appearing on the puppet’s cheek as he lifted you and flew the two of you towards your house, completely ignoring the surprised gasps from the scholars below.

“Are you-”

“I'm not doing this for you,” Wanderer interrupted curtly, not bothering to maintain eye contact. “You studying simply is not helpful to me right now.”

Averted gaze, tsundere behavior…That's when things clicked for you.

Wanderer was having his little touch starved moments, wasn't he?

A smirk crept its way into your mouth. You speculated that the distance between you two bothered him after being so close before. In an attempt to save yourself, you buried your face into his neck.

“What do you think you're doing, idiot?” Wanderer demanded, his face flushing crimson. His expression of shock lasted only a moment before he discerned that you were laughing, evident from the sudden jump of your shoulders and the muffled chuckles.

It took you a moment to respond as Wanderer landed at your shared home and peeled you off him. “I'm sorry- I just find you silly.” You laughed more when Wanderer crossed his arms in response.

“Whatever weirdo,” he opened the door and dragged you in the house.

Once he let go of you, you took off your shoes and thanked him for the ‘ride’. Walking to the living room, you sat on the couch and smiled, patting the seat next to you.

Wanderer gave you the stink eye, switching his gaze between you and the spot next to you. “No.”

“Aw, why not?” You feigned a pout. “I could be studying right now, but you dragged me here! For what? Nothing?”

“I have my reasons,” he said in irritation.

“Okay but surely you want something from me, no?”

That smirk on your tired face, why did it have to look so hot to Wanderer, not like he would ever admit it. He wanted your touch, much to his dismay, so he decided it was best to indulge in your little tricks. With an exasperated sigh, he made his way towards the couch and sat next to you with a frown.

“There we go,” your soothing voice whispered as you tenderly encircled your arms around his waist. Warmth enveloped Wanderer's chest and face, feeling the comfort and love you offered. It was embarrassing for him after months of distance, yet also rejuvenating, akin to a spring.

Slowly, Wanderer allowed himself to melt into your embrace with his arms crossed and his head resting upon yours. “I love you, idiot.”

*ೃ༄ Author’s note: This took me so long and I’m still not done with the other stories I plan on writing! Oh well I will finish them eventually. The ending is a bit rushed as I’m sure some of you can tell, but I hoped you enjoyed this work! Thanks for reading, 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔~

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bamdelune · 8 months

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In Hindsight 🎧 Ch. 26: "plague my mind like how you always did" ★ finale

The moment January came around, Kunikuzushi felt antsy. Anxiety scratched at him like an animal with claws, bearing him with scratches that would sting until they healed. Just as he was about to reach for his phone, it vibrated on the wooden top of his desk. Kunikuzushi hesitates, his hand stopping mid air.

Fuck it. He mutters. He presses the green button and puts his phone next to his ear.

It was Baizhu.

"Doctor?" His voice was meek, confidence and assurance draining to the floor the moment he spoke. Silence filled the line. It was suffocating, it was too thick. It felt like his heart stopped.

A shuffling is heard on the other side of the line, along with quiet sobs in the background.

"I have news and I thought you should know."

Dread slaps Kunikuzushi in the face. His heart started pounding inside his ribcage. He can feel his breath catch in his throat. This was a long time coming but somehow, he still couldn't prepare himself no matter how much time was given.

"I'm afraid—"

"No." Kunikuzushi interjects quietly.

"What?"

"No." He affirms, his fingers clutching the phone as tight as he can to the point his knuckles turned an ivory white. The warm lighting of his desk lamo illuminates his troubled features. Anxiety was replaced by numbness, which he knew would soon be replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

"Kunikuzushi, you can't just—"

The line ends with a beep from Kuni's end, his fingers trembled slightly. A year was over.

12 months had passed and you left in due time. You left as fast as you came into his life that one December day.

The next few hours felt gray, like a mute movie that you would play in the background. Kunikuzushi hasn't touched his phone once since that call and he's not ignorant to the countless missed calls that have vibrated his phone off the desk. He could only sit in silence.

Kunikuzushi didn't know how to grieve, that one was a given. He was so densensitized from the numerous passings he had witness at the hospital, with family members sobbing until their voices ran hoarse. But of course, this was about you. His feelings, which were too much for him, clashed in conflict. Was he supposed to be glad that you're not in pain anymore? Is he supposed to cry? His head would feel like a thousand bricks were dumped on him from the amount of thinking he was doing.

Kunikuzushi faced death everyday. Whether at the hospital or whether it was him. Everyone did. But why did this one hurt to no end? Why couldn't he cry? Why couldn't he scream? Why can't he feel his heart breaking into tiny pieces and would instead feel hollow, like a shell that was only built to move not feel?

A few hours passed him by, he wonders what they were doing to you now? Moreover, what he would do when he sees you in that casket you planned to lay in going to the afterlife.

Could he even bear to see such a sight?

Death was complicated for him, a taboo in the array of thoughts he had on a daily basis. The amount of exposure he gets only pushes him to never open that can of worms ever again.

He dreamt about you that night. A sick play by his mind, like it was rubbing salt on an open wound.

He dreamed about your album's release, a celebratory party at some random event hall. Your friends, selected fans, and artists were all smiles. The dream was a bit fuzzy, as if to mock him that all of this was too good to be true.

"You look nice."

The him in his dreams turns around to face the familiar source of the voice and he swears just the sight of that expression was almost enough to wake him up if he shook hard enough.

It was you, clad in the best clothes you tried on that day the both of you went shopping. It was the best one you tried on that day, but he knew you never really bought it in the first place.

But God, he missed your voice, his favorite melody. He'd listen to you talk for an eternity if it was up to him.

"Hey, you." He almost croaks out. Hey, at least he found out that he some form of consciousness in dreams. "Congratulations, love."

You give him a smile before taking a sip out of your cup. You sigh before giggling, "That drink is revolting." Kunikuzushi chuckles softly. For the first time today, he felt light. Like a weight off his chest just rolled off so easily when he saw you like this.

He notices you staring at him, worry in your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow in concern before reaching for his face. He sucks a breath in, as your skin comes in contact with his. It was feathery light, like your hand was made out of the softest silk ever made.

This dream is too fucking vivid.

"What's wrong?"

The dream version of Kunikuzushi doesn't notice that small drops of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Kuni was crying.

For the first time today, he finally cried. He finally started grieving for you.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's going on? Look at me."

He feels you align his face to yours, your hand still on his cheek. Your eyes trailed around every feature of his face.

"Fuck, I–I miss you already." He whispers weakly, his voice comes out quiet but choked. He hears you chuckle softly.

"What are you talking about? I'm right here dumbass."

That's right. You're still here. You're still with him, alive and well. The question is how long can he keep that up for?

He feels himself nod as you cradle his face in your hands. Kunikuzushi tries to calm himself down but he hiccups more quiet sobs.

"I love you so much." You embrace him, burying your face into his neck. "Don't cry anymore, you don't need to be sad anymore."

Kunikuzushi wakes up with a gasp, feeling the cold tears run down his face again with his heart clenching for the first time tonight, as if it only started beating ever since he saw you in that dream.

Even now, during the height of his loss, you're still his mind's favorite thought, his heart's favorite pattern of beats, his skin's favorite touch.

Sincerely yours, Kunikuzushi.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

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thepurestgirll · 2 months

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Gentle hands ✧˖°

Scaramouche hates physical touch. What do you mean you want to touch the great Scaramouche? who do you think you are?! But there's something different about you, something even he can't describe.

Your hands are gentle, your touch is not aggressive like the others, your hands don't try to cause him pain and suffering like those who have touched him before.

He even tried to pretend that he hates it, letting out irritated sighs as soon as you hug him or hold his hand, but the embarrassed blush on the puppet's cheek tells you the total opposite of that.

Maybe one morning you wake up to him hugging you from behind while the two of you are still lying in the bed, or maybe he lets his hand slip around your waist when you're out in public. All you need to know is that this man hates physical touch, his only exception is you <3

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Author's note: My requests are open, feel free to ask for any work involving Genshin or Demon Slayer!

I had written something and posted it yesterday, but I quickly deleted in fear that it wouldn't work out so well :c sorry if there are any mistakes in my writing, and I'm doing my best, but I have some things going on and I'm not so well mentally! I'm scared that I'll run out of ideas and I won't have any requests, but other than that, everything's going well, and I hope to be able to write more <3

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versadies · 1 year

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it's the pink apron phenomenon. everybody, i present; how do scara, diluc & xiao (seperate) take care of their beloved pink apron and how did they get it?

house husband au ofc ! apologies if ur reqs arent open (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

the origins of the pink apron ! (the way of the househusband au)

SALUTATIONS. THE ORIGINS OF THE PINK APRON (twothhau)

ADDRESSED. diluc ragnvindr, xiao, scaramouche/wanderer (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, modern!au, househusband!characters, cheesiness, ooc?, mentions of yakuza, wanderer is referred to as “scaramouche” here, not proofread properly (couldnt access to google docs and my grammar checker atm so i apologize for any grammar errors 😰😰)

STAMP. after some inconveniences, the houshusbands find themselves in a situation where they now have to wear pink aprons, and to your surprise, they like it ! (or, how they get their pink aprons and why they kept it)

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @ragnvdnr @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @astrequa @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @melodyyamino @dudufodd @somberrock @yevenly @lemontum @nghing

POST-SCRIPT. it’s been so long since ive written a househusband fic sooo here you go my lovelies <333 !! enjoy the wholesomeness and cheesiness as always (might make a part two w other househusbands if the people demand so)

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diluc.

It was supposed to be a joke for your husband.

You thought it would be great to buy an apron for him before you go home after finding out that it got destroyed, knowing how your husband would definitely need one for his baking classes and whenever he cooks. Out of all the aprons you could’ve chosen though, you just had to pick the one that made you laugh from imagining your lover wearing it.

When you first see a cute pink apron, you just know you have to buy it, giggling to yourself at the image of Diluc wearing it. Of course, you bought another one that’s actually for him and planned on giving it to him the day after he receives your pink apron gift.

Diluc didn’t mind how you were grinning mischievously when you gave him a paper bag that contained something he couldn’t tell until he brought it out. The image of your husband’s soft expression turning to utter confusion and horror will forever remain in your head.

“Is… This for me?” He asks hesitantly.

You nodded, trying to contain your laughter. “Yes.”

He didn’t ask further after that, nodding slowly before putting the apron back to the paper bag, and you thought that was the end of it.

It wasn’t.

The next day after getting ready for the day, you were about to give your husband his actual apron you bought for him until you noticed something different when you entered the kitchen.

No, it wasn’t the fact that your breakfast is a new and different meal like everyday, nor the music that’s playing on the radio, but rather your husband’s current style.

Lo and behold stands your loving husband, an ex-yakuza boss and one of the fiercest men in the land, wearing a cute pink apron that has a cartoon bear with a chef hat on it.

You try not to laugh. “..You’re actually wearing it?”

Diluc stops preparing your meal for a moment, turning his head to look at you. “Does it look… ridiculous?”

You covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, clearing your throat. “N-No I was just surprised you’d wear it.”

“Of course since it’s from you.” He responds, proceeding with his task once again.

You decided to hand over the paper bag that has his apron to him. “I was just kidding about that pink apron, this is the one I actually bought for you.” You explain.

He takes one look at the paper bag you’re holding before looking away. “I’ll try it out later. You should eat your breakfast before you’re late again.”

Your eyes widened a bit at his response, surprised that he didn’t instantly change it. It’s as if he wants to keep wearing it.

Not that you’re complaining though, it is quite a sight to see.

By the time you came back home from work after that shenanigan, you thought you’d see your husband wearing the black apron you bought for him, only for your jaws to drop when you saw him still wearing the same pink apron you bought for shits and giggles.

“Did the black apron not fit you?” You asked as Diluc grabs your bag and keeps it somewhere.

Your husband pauses for a moment. “...I forgot to try it on.”

You fight the urge to laugh again. “Really?”

No, actually. Diluc did try the black apron on as soon as he finished cleaning the house away but decided to continue wearing the pink apron. As much as he didn’t want to admit, the pink apron managed to rub on him after wearing it for only half a day.

What stopped him from removing it was the memory of you trying to hold your laughter whilst smiling so wide at the sight of him wearing it, causing him to decide to wear it from now on just so he could see you smile and laugh more.

Not that you’d know of course, he’d rather get teased for wearing this apron than get teased for being such a “big ol’ sweetheart” as you comment about him.

When it comes to this apron, he sees it as a reminder of what made life worth more than he thought: you. So it’s a responsibility to take care of it.

Other than that, the pink apron has also made him less intimidating to other people whenever he wears it outside (either because he forgot or just because he felt like it)! It’s a slight change when people start coming up to you two every now and then whenever you go out.

He made sure to thoroughly clean it whenever he makes a mess sometimes, making sure that no stain has been left ignored and missed. He also made sure he won’t make the same mistake that he did with his previous apron, so he’s very careful with not ripping it with his undeniable strength whenever he puts it on and removes it.

When he finds himself in a situation where he’s required to fight – which is a rare situation, really – he’ll make sure not one single person will lay a hand on him and on the apron. He’ll be disappointed in himself if he gets it destroyed!

Of course, he did not put your money on the black apron to waste. He’ll use it whenever he goes to baking class and whenever his pink apron is in the laundry. Either that, or you use it yourself whenever you cook with Diluc despite its size! It’s quite an endearing sight to see you and Diluc cooking together while wearing the aprons.

Eventually, it’ll be a normal sight to see your husband wearing such a cute apron, even if you sometimes chuckle or grin at it. To Diluc, it’s worth wearing it if it makes you happy, especially if he’s the reason for your cute smile <3

Plus, pink kinda suits his striking red hair as much as he doesn’t want to admit it hehe

xiao.

Xiao is a different story.

For someone like Xiao, no one had ever thought about him wearing something such as a pink apron – not when it seems to be something that someone with a cold and mysterious demeanor that neighbors tend to be intimidated by wouldn’t wear. If it weren’t for you, people might’ve thought he was a criminal who’s staying in a small town in order to hide from the police that’s looking for him.

So when the well-known aloof househusband comes out of your humble home wearing a pink apron with a cheesy text on it one day after a week of moving in, everyone is hella curious and hella shocked.

Is this the same man who everyone was scared of?!

It didn’t help that he looked as if he wasn’t bothered by wearing such a cute garment, as if he’s been wearing it for ages without the neighbors knowing it until now.

The real question is: why and how?

It’s simple really, all you had to do was nothing.

In reality, the apron he’s wearing is something he willingly wore by choice just because of the memories it brought.

As mentioned before in another post, Xiao rarely cooks back when he was still serving his boss and prefers instant foods since it’s faster and easier for him. But now that he’s a full time househusband who absolutely cannot afford to let you eat instant foods everyday, he knows he has to start cooking.

Cooking is no problem for Xiao, it’s just the mess he makes when cooking that he has a problem with.

He really can’t help himself making a mess, even when he makes sure to clean after himself, he always finds himself having stains and marks all over his clothing!

So when he tells you about his frustrations one night while lying down on your lap comfortably, you remember an old garment that you saw from your box while you were unpacking your things after moving in.

The apron was a gift from your friend as a joke, and you didn’t have the heart to throw it away since it would be a waste of money for your friend, hence how it got stuck in the old box for quite a while until your husband came along and needed one.

“I know it’s not something you like since it’s not really your color,” You said with a light laugh as you show him the apron that you managed to find among the boxes that were kept by the storage room, “but you can just use this until I buy a new one for you to use. With this apron, I’m sure you won’t put a mess on your clothes since it’ll fit you!”

“You don’t need to buy another one.” Xiao says as he grabs the pink apron from you without any signs of hesitation. “This is already good enough for me. I just needed something to make sure my clothes are clean when cooking meals, so thank you.”

Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, not expecting your husband to accept your offer so willingly without a complaint. “O-Oh? Alright then.”

And so began the days when you see your husband wearing the pink apron.

It felt like you’re still dreaming when you stumble to the kitchen after waking up and see your husband cooking a liyuean dish, wearing the apron that’s now cleaned and tended to by yours truly. You had to pinch yourself to be completely convinced that you’re in a reality where Xiao, one of the most well-known dangerous members in his organization, is wearing a pink frilly apron that has a big text that says “cook lover!” on it.

It turns out that he liked it a lot since it indeed prevented himself from making a mess on his clothing – besides the ones on his arms, but it’s completely better than having a mess all over him – thanking you once again for handing him the apron.

To be fair, Xiao didn’t really think he’d like it either since he only wanted something that can help him with his little problem, it was only when he decided to try cooking Adeptus' Temptation that he changed his mind.

When he first removed his apron, he was relieved that there wasn’t much of a mess! So he decided that yes, this is worth using everyday.

He takes care of it greatly, making sure that it gets cleaned and kept well. It’s as if it’s his most prized treasure, as you jokingly said. To your amusement, he didn’t have the heart to tell you you’re wrong, because you’re right, it is something that’s valuable to him. After all, he only wore it because it’s you who gave it to him.

Perhaps you didn’t know this, but your husband is always willing to wear anything you give him – like the cute green onesie you gave him that matches yours, the nice bracelet you bought that matches his beautiful amber eyes, the pink apron and so much more that he lost count of it. If you even gave him a chicken mascot, he’ll wear it without question.

Though, this particular apron is quite special for him, because it’s the first thing you’ve ever given him after he started his househusband lifestyle. He never thought he would enjoy being a househusband – let alone becoming one in this life after everything he went through. So this apron is somewhat a reminder of how far he’s gotten in this life and how he’s free to spend the rest of his life with the one he loves most.

It started to grow on him, he’ll admit. Sometimes he forgets to remove it after cooking, finding himself spending the whole day wearing it until he finally looks at himself in the mirror and realizes he hasn't removed it.

The time when he gives up on removing his apron after cooking was all thanks to when you forgot to bring your lunch with you, causing Xiao to run after you not knowing that he still has his apron on. It was only when you pointed out that he realized what he was wearing.

He lets out a sigh. Oh well, he might as well wear it the whole day instead of only when he’s cooking.

As long as Rex Lapis doesn’t see him in it, then he could care less.

Besides, wearing the apron outside made himself look approachable and friendly to most people in the neighborhood – particularly the kids, who all stare at him in awe because of how cool his hair is.

Sometimes, whenever he looks at the apron, he’s reminded of one cherished moment between the two of you whereas you prepare your meals together for the first time since he wore his apron, with you wearing your own apron that matches his as you share hushed laughs and smiles with one another.

He closes his eyes with a small fond smile at the memory.

Oh how he could never forget the taste of your love from the meals the two of you cooked.

scaramouche.

Honestly, getting that guy to wear an apron that has hello kitty designs on it is almost impossible, especially when it’s obvious that he’d rather bury himself than wear it.

Well, it would’ve been completely impossible if he wasn’t currently making tea in your kitchen wearing such a garment, looking unbothered despite hearing your giggles at the sight.

Your imagination came true thanks to timing.

You see, the way your lover works with cooking is that he always has to wear an apron even if he never makes that much of a mess. It’s just something he finds as a required thing to do since he doesn’t want his clothes to be dirty from making meals, so he’s always found wearing his black apron in the kitchen making dishes.

One thing led to another though, said black apron was ripped after an accident that he refuses to tell you, leading him to leave no choice but to buy a new one from the only store in town that sells aprons.

Bad timing for him really, because the store unfortunately ran out of aprons that are his size due to a client that ordered loads of it for baking classes. The man was horrified when he saw that the only aprons that were available and adjustable to his size were pink aprons with hello kitty designs on them.

What made it worse was that the store won’t be able to restock until next month or more, and so he was thinking: should he just wait for a month and not wear an apron until then? Or should he just go buy the pink apron so he can go on with his day peacefully?

He thought about it, and he wanted to wait for another month since pink isn’t really his color…

But he wonders what your reaction would be when you see him in such a garment…

“…I’ll buy that apron then.” He says, plastering his usual fake kind smile to keep up his kind charade, internally grinning to himself at the thought of your shocked face. “It’s not like anything will be different if I wear this one.”

And he’s right about that - if you exclude the fact that you’ve been staring at him as though he has two heads.

When you first came home unaware of the new change, you thought you were in another universe when your husband walks out from the kitchen to greet you with the apron.

Scaramouche knew he made a good decision when he noticed you staring at him for almost the entire night, trying to hold his cackling as he continued to act as if he wasn't wearing something he wouldn’t dare to wear.

“Since when did you have that apron?” You questioned with an amused smile as the two of you ate dinner together.

Your husband innocently looks at you. “What do you mean? This is something I’ve always been wearing?”

“Don’t try to gaslight me again..”

“Hehe, just wanted to check if it still does the trick.”

To tell you the truth, he actually just thought that he could just wear the apron until the apron he wanted was available in the shop. Just like what he said to the seller, nothing would really change from wearing the cute garment, and besides, seeing your reaction of him wearing it for the first time made it all worth it.

What he didn’t expect was how by the time the shop restocks the apron he wanted, he’s still wearing the pink apron.

It’s safe to say that he got used to wearing it. He takes care of it dedicatedly and dare say even more than how he took care of his old one. He makes sure to get it carefully cleaned after times when he gets a bit messier than normal. Sometimes he even unintentionally makes his outfits match with it, something you didn’t have the heart to tell him about since you thought it was cute of him.

Of course, unlike both Xiao and Diluc, Scaramouche refuses to come out of your beloved home wearing the garment. He doesn’t forget easily nor does he not mind others seeing him wearing it. The one time when he actually wore it was when you won a bet and made him wear it outside, causing him to reluctantly do it with his usual kind facade as he plans his revenge on you.

To be honest, the real reason why Scaramouche is still wearing the apron is because of its pockets.

With Scaramouch’s old apron, there was only one pocket that’s enough to fit only one item. The pink apron on the other hand has three big pockets that a few items can fit in – particularly his hand-sized recipe notebook, kitchen tools, and spices that he received from a dear friend of his who lives in Sumeru.

So yeah, it really is worth it getting the pink apron rather than waiting.

As you watch your husband making tea for the two of you on a chill weekend, you decided to bring up something about the apron.

“Hehe, remember when you were planning to keep the apron away back then as soon as the store restocked the black ones?” You said teasingly.

Scaramouche finally brings your drinks towards your table. “It would’ve been rotting in our attic by now but,” as he places the drinks in front of you, he places his hands on his hips with a proud smile, as though he’s showing off his outfit, “I realized it does fit my color after all.”

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transmascaraa · 3 months

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Nyx!! Listen listen listen. I just started thinking about wanderer out of the blue. Imagine him with the shy s/o!🤭🤭🤭 Like AHH. (Sorry i request a lot btw)

Feel free to ignore this<3

bf!wanderer headcannons!

he just doesn't know how to express exactly what he means...

bf!wanderer x shy!gn!reader

author's note: sorry i was sooo busy today but i'm finally here doing your req<3 and i think i'll so good on this one because wanderer is my absolute favorite and i think that he has the best story along with furina anddd yeah i hope you like this one! btw i don't mind your reqs i actually really like them🫶

"just... it's... okay...?"

-you were shy, and he was not.

-that's the simplest explanation there was.

-you were scared to talk to people,

-he was ready to curse their whole entire bloodline 6 times.

-and he would do that. it happened before.

-so, dating you, somebody shy, was a bit of a challenge for him.

-when you two had to introduce yourself to others, he would basically go like:

-well i'm the wanderer, and this is... uhm... [name]." giving you a side-eye.

-it was better than nothing.

-when people would ask YOU questions, he would get infront of you protectively and either answer for you, or fuck them off shamelessly.

-it was a weird dynamic that the two of you had, for sure...

-and when you were home, he would ask you questions himself.

-"do you realize how quiet you were for the whole time? i felt like i was walking with a ghost, to be honest." he rolled his eyes as he turned to fact you.

-"sorry... i told you i'm too shy..."

-"tch, whatever. just... don't... uh... worry, i guess?..." he looked at you, confused.

-he didn't know what he was talking about in the first place.

-because he wanted you to know that he cared for you, but then again, his ego was bigger than mount everest.

-"huh? you sound like an old grandpa who forgot how to talk." you looked at him confused as well, cracking a smile at the end.

-first, he looked at you, almost shocked.

-"fuck you."

-translation: "i love you but please shut the fuck up."

~~~~~

definitely love this one as much as i love wanderer

@mariaace here it is<3

i never thought it would be this fun to write him for the fourth time ever(please help i love him)

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i23kazu · 5 months

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"it's just a walk in the forest," scara scoffs. "what's the big deal?"

"...the birds. and the trees."

"and the worms. the dirt." he counters, staring back at you. telepathy, please work. please, please please, please, please please please, please-

"ugh, fine. fifteen minutes, i don't want to spend my time in a place that ginger could just pop out off." your lover gets up, huffing and looking around – almost expecting the other harbinger to spring up and yell "boo!" in his face.

you want to chuckle.

"we're in sumeru – the last i heard, he's off in fontaine doing archons-know-what," you chortle, getting up and following him to put your shoes on. "i don't think he'll be here anytime soon."

fast forward a few minutes, and the both of you find yourself staring at the wide clearing in front of you, surrounded by towering trees and the sound of running water.

scara grimaces.

“what’s wrong? can’t handle the forest?” you tease, skipping a rock over the stream.

“…”

“come on. you’re not taho. you’ll be fine! just watch,” you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, taking his hand in yours. you hear a faint tch, but he doesn’t retract his hand.

you feel a squeeze, even.

the forest is nice. it’s cool, it’s not humid, the ground doesn’t have dirt that cling to the sole of your shoes, and you can even hear the dusk birds singing their native songs. it’s lovely all the same, being here with scara. a sense of peace that the both of you share infrequently — you start to wonder if scara enjoys it too.

and he does. he does (not) enjoy it. it clears his mind, it makes him think about things like the (disgusting) feeling of the grass beneath the feet and the (annoying) charming tunes of the birds that cast their gaze upon you from the trees. it is lovely, as much as he reluctantly admits it.

“hey, would you love me if i was a worm?” you look up at him with a cheeky grin. he pulls back his hand with a huff.

nevermind, it’s not so lovely anymore.

“…we’re heading back inside.”

“wah- hey!”

#[📝 stewardess' notepad!]#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #astronetwrk #scara x reader #scara x y/n #scara x you #scara x gn reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x gn reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #scara fluff #wanderer fluff

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pavo-ocxllus · 1 year

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I ask for hcs with Xiao, Wanderer, and diluc with a sleeping beauty type reader? Gn!reader who’s always tired and taking naps, even falls asleep during battles sometimes!

Goodbye and thank you !!

❝ 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧… 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… these three guys are left clueless to sleepy!reader's antics—or, the lack thereof. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… xiao x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader, wanderer x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… reader who falls asleep everywhere! 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… nothing i can thing of tbh 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… STAAR AND VOLLEYBALL HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE SO MUCH LIFE OUT OF ME i'm so sorry i took so long... but here it is!!

DILUC, the darknight hero turned caretaker of the dark night.

you're plenty capable; that's saying something when he's so willing to admit that—what's that? you can take naps anywhere? surely that's just an exaggeration—archons, you're actually sleeping. even the fatui agent before the two of you seemed confused at the sight. taking advantage of this, diluc was quick to knock him out and rush to your side. upon further inspection, you weren't overstating at all. with the shield that was your slumber, he couldn't help but chuckle at your face being at peace despite the high-pressure situation. he hauled your body up, placing an arms under your knees and one supporting your back. he hopes you're comfy—it'll be a long walk back to dawn winery.

XIAO, who thinks that his karmic debt has finally gotten the better of him (not in the bad way, but not necessarily in the good way, either.)

he knows he's an adeptus and all, but even he knows that humans aren't this fragile—falling asleep mid fight and whatnot. for a second, he finally thinks he's going insane... you know, for someone who's hundreds of years old, he can say that he hasn't seen anything like this—wait, a hilichurl is now charging towards you at full speed—there we go. making quick work of the small band, he went to pick you up, loosely wrapping your arms around him as he heaved you up on his back. maybe his yaksha duties can wait for a bit—at least until he can find you something more comfortable than his back. though... if you were, he wouldn't mind staying this way for a few seconds longer.

the WANDERER, in which it's considered a miracle that he didn't do anything while you're unconscious in his arms.

no pranks, no murder—nothing. you'd think that someone without a heart could've done anything when one is in the defenseless state of slumber. it bothered him—your head placing a slight weight against his shoulder was an inconvenience, yet he couldn't bring himself to shove you away. the wanderer told himself, it's more of an inconvenience to do something about it, but even a puppet without a heart can't deny that he definitely felt something as you dreamt away against his shoulder. perhaps he'll let you get away with this bothersome behavior for a bit longer.

❝ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! <𝟑 ❞

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#xiao x reader #diluc x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #xiao x y/n #wanderer x you #xiao x gn reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #diluc x gn reader #wanderer x gn reader #wanderer x gender neutral reader

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Stained Sheets (Scaramouche/Wanderer x gn!reader)

The Wanderer brainrot is real. Scarameow in the Cat House is coming soon I promise but in the meantime take this lil oneshot I wrote as a reward for finishing finals :3

Summary: You forgot your period was on the way and wake up to a mess in your sheets. Your roommate helps you with the laundry. (I wrote this with my own traveler & sereniteapot in mind but the details are vague enough that it can be read as anyone & any house lol. Could even be modern au) Words: 1092 Warnings: casual mention of blood & periods, reader describes their period as relatively mild, reader has pets (2 dogs + 1 cat), Wanderer is referred to as "your roommate"/"your friend"

You sighed as you took the last step down the stairs, shifting the bundle of fabric in your arms to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your roommate was seated on the couch, flipping through a book that was clearly not keeping his attention. He glanced at you as you passed by.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Washing my sheets.”

“Didn’t you just do that yesterday?”

“I know, which is why I’m so upset!” you threw your head back dramatically before looking back at your friend with a tired smile. “Plus, blood is like the most annoying stain to remove and there's just so much of it.”

“What?” At the mention of blood, your roommate’s eyes widened and he jumped out of his seat, closing the distance between you in a few strides and grabbing you by the arms. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You stared at him, stunned at his sudden reaction. “I… didn’t think you would care?”

“Ugh, you—” he looked to the side, a blush forming on his face as his grip on you tightened. “Of course I care. I’m the one who has to take care of you if you do something stupid and get hurt.”

You blinked, a smile slowly making its way onto your face as the realization dawned on you. As much as you wanted to tease your friend about how he just offered to be your personal nurse, you took pity on him and decided to clear up the miscommunication.

“That’s sweet of you,” you said. “But I’m not hurt. I’m just on my period.”

His gaze snapped back toward you, confusion evident on his face. “Your… what?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a teasing grin and a playful tilt of your head. “What, you mean to tell me that in all your years—”

“I know perfectly well what that means!” He turned to the side, bringing a hand up to cover his flushed face while using the other to shove you away. You stumbled a bit at the force of his push but were too busy laughing to say anything back to him. The commotion drew the attention of your two dogs, who trotted over to you with expectant eyes. With an annoyed huff, your roommate turned on his heel and started toward the door.

“Where are you going?” you said between laughs.

“Away from you,” he replied, his face still bright red. As he approached the door, the dogs bolted toward him, running circles around his heels while he picked up his hat. You laughed as you watched the dogs shoot out the door with tails high in the air, a stark contrast to your friend’s sour disposition. He slammed the door behind him, leaving you to chuckle to yourself in the now quiet house.

You shook your head and turned toward the kitchen.

As you pushed open the door, the bundle of orange fur by the windowsill stretched out to reveal Fred, mouth wide open in a yawn. You bent down to scratch behind his ears. He closed his eyes and let out a contented purr, tucking his paws into his chest and curling the top of his body toward his tail.

It didn’t take much digging to find a wooden tub big enough to wash the sheets. Humming to yourself, you began to fill it with water. Fred followed behind you, poking his face wherever you went.

You had just started dipping the stained cloth into the water when you heard the door open and shut behind you. You called out a greeting without turning around, but glanced back in confusion when you heard your roommate’s footsteps getting closer.

You tilted your head in a silent question as he entered the kitchen, taking off his hat and crouching down beside you. Before you could say anything, he shed his outer layers, along with his gloves, and grabbed the sheets from your hands.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, pointedly avoiding your gaze. Despite this, you could still see a tint of pink coloring the tips of his ears.

You laughed. “You didn’t even see me do it yet.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just dipped the sheets into the water and began scrubbing at the fabric. You watched him methodically work the blood out of the fabric, marveling at the expertise evident in his every motion.

“Thanks.” You smiled, settling back onto the floor in a more comfortable position. He hummed noncommittally in response. Fred, sensing an opportunity, quickly made his way over to you and rubbed against your side. You reached over to pet him, resting your chin on your knees as you continued to watch your friend work. A comfortable silence fell over you, broken only by the quiet splashing of water. It was the first time you ever got to watch him so closely. The water dripping from his hands glistened in the morning sunlight each time he raised the fabric above the tub. Your eyes traced a path up his arm, studying the patterns embedded in his skin: A circular shape on the back of his palm, a line around his shoulder leading to a similar circular pattern on his chest, half covered by the sash around his waist…

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized what you were doing. You quickly turned your gaze to the floor.

“...Does it hurt?”

“Hmm?” You snapped back to attention, sitting a little straighter as you glanced at your roommate’s face. He didn’t repeat the question, perhaps content with letting the conversation fade once more.

“My period?” You asked.

Your only answer was a glance and a hum.

You looked up at the ceiling as you considered his question. “Not really. I’m one of the lucky ones, I guess. The worst I usually get is being really sore after standing for too long. Though, I know there are some people who have it so bad they can barely even move.”

Your roommate made no comment. Not finding anything else to say, you curled up again and turned your attention back to the tub. You absently stroked Fred’s fur, his purrs resonating in the quiet room.

The peace was quickly broken by a flurry of muffled barks and whines. Fred flinched, ears swiveling forward as he searched for the source of the noise. Your roommate shot an annoyed glance at the door. You laughed, pushing yourself off the floor and brushing yourself off.

“I’ll go let them in. They probably want breakfast.”

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