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SOFT AND KIND ─ ˚｡⋆

summary ⋆ the blue devil seems to have forgotten that despite the invincible nature of his demonic lineage, it could still yield to the weakness of his human half-- namely, the common cold. like a blessing in his life, you're there to take delicate care of him.

tags ⋆ not beta read, fluff, very light angst, self-indulgent, sickfic, taking care of vergil while he's sick

wordcount ⋆ 1.4k

Vergil, for almost all of his life, has never felt defeated to a common cold. Sure, he’s gotten sick and endured worse but the speedy healing factor and impenetrable immune system thanks to his demonic lineage has always made sure he was never weakened for too long. In the rare and unlikely event that he needed medicine, a generic threat accompanied with a grand reveal of his Yamato’s intimidating blade directed to the poor apothecary always ensured that he got what he needed with little to no effort. The half-devil had long been accustomed to solitude, only relying on himself as he defeated demon after demon in his unrelenting quest for power. But that ambitious pursuit had long been left behind, his power-hungry days spent alone long over; he had found something no amount of power could ever compare to– you. In a surprising twist, you had managed to domesticate the blue demon and got him accustomed to a peaceful life in a home. Even Vergil was shocked, initially averse to the idea of growing soft for a defenseless mortal, but with time he managed to adapt just fine.

The susceptibility to human weaknesses like sickness and injury is what Vergil worried about, aware that this new sheltered lifestyle could weaken the indestructible condition of his physicality now that there’s no need for his formerly nomadic lifestyle and reliance on adrenaline. Worse, illness crept up on him over the past few days; he felt himself tire out easily, his senses a little less sharp than he would’ve liked it. His throat followed, becoming dry and uncomfortably itchy. Eventually, his nose started to become runny which led to his predicament now: bedridden with a head cold and fever. Miserable and ashamed, he silently berates himself for not listening to your advice; he should’ve gotten more rest, taken better care of his well-being, and changed out of wet clothes as soon as he got home from consecutive missions. He sinks beneath the bundle of blankets you’ve wrapped him in, sheltering his sensitive eyes and cursing his bothersome headache. If Dante had found out that he had gotten ill, Vergil would not be able to live it down– especially that his younger twin survives off of the least nutritious food items, pizza and strawberry sundaes.

On the occasion, he pokes his head out of the blankets to get some air that his clogged sinuses permits. As Vergil inhales as deep as he possibly could, his sharp-hearing ears pick up on your light footfalls that pad up the stairs; your steps are accompanied by your signature humming and the delicate clinking of porcelain. His mind travels to the thought of warm food for his empty stomach, which now grumbles as he thinks of more warm dishes to stuff his mouth with.

“Chicken congee sounds appetizing,” he thinks. “Or some sort of bone broth with noodles.”

No matter what you would serve him, his only hope is that he could stomach it and keep it down so he’d have some source of strength in order to secure a speedy recovery from this god-forsaken bug. He used to chide humans for yielding to illness, looking down on mortal purebloods with condescension the moment injury falters their bodies only to end up bedridden with an irritating case of joint pain. Well, his demonic side can only hold the flu off for so long.

The silence in the room is interrupted by polite knocks to the door, followed by the sound of you turning the knob as silently as possible. A faint savory and umami scent wafted in the air and his empty stomach grumbled, needing sustenance to effectively bounce back to full health.

“Vergil, it’s time for your meal.” You gently wake him, sitting by his side as you carefully pat the part of the blanket that conceals his shoulder.

He sits up slowly, accompanied with grumbling and groans. “Smells flavorsome,” he weakly comments.

It’s a wonder he can still smell things to an extent despite the clog of his sinuses.

“It’s miso soup with tofu and some veggies,” you explain. “I’ve also got some banana for you.”

There’s also a glass bottle in the tray you brought, along with a sugar cube placed on a spoon. Medicine, he assumed.

He was just about to poke his arms outside of the blanket bundle he made in order to reach for the bowl and feed himself but you beat the sick devil to it, scooping some soup into the spoon and extending it towards him.

“Say ‘ah’.”

“Despite my weakened state, I am still capable of feeding myself,” Vergil explains in a hoarse voice. “There is absolutely no need for what you are doing right now.”

“Just say ‘ah’ and eat up honey,” you softly tut. “You were already groaning in pain while sitting up, let me take care of you this time.”

He didn’t know that it was possible for his cheeks to grow even warmer, burning with shame, yet he still followed as you said and put the bowl of the spoon inside his mouth. A comforting warmth coupled with savory flavours swam around his mouth, earning a pleased hum from your love. Too tuckered out to keep up his stoic front, he let his eyes close every now and then as he allowed you to care for him. In no time, the bowl was empty– soup, tofu, and other vegetables you added. Vergil, now satisfied with his stomach full, laid back down to doze off once more.

“Thank you very much,” his voice puts the silence to a pause again. “For the food, the medicine, and for watching over me.”

“Your welcome, Vergil.  Just focus on getting better soon, okay?”

He nods, opening his eyes to lock his gaze with you as much as he could.

“You have my word that I will ensure that my body is in peak physical condition to avoid this inconvenience and reduce your worries in the future,” he promises. “You have done more than enough for me and our household– what I should have done has been completed by you and for that, I feel greatly indebted to you once more.”

Even with his throat feeling scratchy and his head pounding obnoxiously, he’s still wordy and overly formal in his speech, but it’s just another one of his quirks that you find charming.

“I’m counting on that,” you grin cheekily before closing the door.

Medicine always had to intervene with dreams, creating odd and nonsensical dramas that unfolded like poorly planned films as one slept shallowly. Despite the hogwash mess of his dreams that frequented him as he tried to rest, some of them appeared to be taken directly from his memories– ones that he assumed he had locked into a tightly sealed box and stashed away into the farthest alcoves of his mind.

He was just 17 in the dream, far too young to be threatening an innocent family of apothecaries for antidotes. Brandishing his mighty Yamato, he pointed its sharp edge to their necks as he demanded them for the most effective of their materia medica. In another, he was 21 and sneaking into the herbarium of a convent to steal neem and myrrh for his slash wounds. He switched his position, raised the sheets above his head, threw his arms around another pillow, and rubbed on his temples yet nothing could soothe him from the sins of his past. The white-haired half-devil was so distracted by his turbulent dreams that he didn’t notice a sinking feeling beside him. Aquamarine irises shot open when he felt your arms gently surround him, a grounding weight pressing against his body.

“It’s just you,” he whispers.

“Mhm,” you hum. “You were twitching as you slept. Is it one of those dreams again?”

He stayed silent yet you already knew your answer.

“You, too, will fall ill if you dare to continue nuzzling into my flu-afflicted self,” he advises.

“Don’t care,” you respond stubbornly. “Besides, that means you’re probably going to take care of me once I’m the one that’s sick.”

“I take exquisite care of you outside of the reasoning of maladies,” he retorts. “I do not see the need to step into harm’s way just to receive my attention. Regardless of what you get yourself into, you have already captured it effortlessly.”

You chuckle, pressing your cheek into his unusually warm back. Working twice as hard has definitely exhausted you a lot faster and you worry that you definitely will catch this bug but with Vergil by your side, you don’t feel that fear consume you– likewise with your half-devil lover.

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Art Disclaimer: Please do not take the photo and repost. Feel free to reblog though. Commissioned jfairuz for this one. It’s so, so pretty. 

The Ruthless Prince Masterlist (Completed)

 Genshin Royal AU - Scaramouche x fem!reader

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Chapter 1 - You’re Marrying Me, That’s Final!

Chapter 2 - Social Pretense

Chapter 3 - Can I Understand Him?

Chapter 4 - Pet Wife

Chapter 5 - Enter Prince Tartaglia

Chapter 6 - Just the Beginning

Chapter 7 - To My Heart

Chapter 8 - Where is This Anger Coming From?

Chapter 9 - Secrets

Chapter 10 - Resurface

Chapter 11 - Don’t Touch What’s Mine

Chapter 12 - Truce

Chapter 13 - New Rules

Chapter 14 - Happy Birthday?

Chapter 15 - Forever Hold Your Peace

Chapter 16.1 - Our Last Night

Chapter 16.2 - Our Last Night [NSFW version] at the moment can only be accessed through buymeacoffee         [sneak peek here]

Chapter 17 - Separated

Chapter 18 - War Lost

Chapter 19 - The Two Sides of Hope

Chapter 20 - Reunited

Chapter 21 - Eternity (Final/Epilogue)

Possible extra chapters and spin off titles:

The First Real Date, Dinner at the Parents, Open Jealousy, In Sickness and in Health, I’ll Do All The Work (NSFW), Protective Husband, Remembering Kuni, and still a few more rotting in my brain, if I have the time to write it. I’d love to hear your ideas as well, if you have anything you would like to still read in this series!

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Started playing Dragons Dogma Dark Arisen the other day and made a Pawn (npc party character that is your companion) after Scaramouche. He's a mage in a robe with blue hair that is always beside me. I think it'd be funny to see his actual reaction to seeing his /so making in game companions after him. ♥️

Notes: written on mobile, will clean up at a later time, modern au/setting, /so refers to Scara as Ren (lotus), gn /so (please let me know if there is an instance where this is not the case)

* Ren who is going about his daily routine and sees his name in text on the TV screen. Taking a closer look at the NPC the name is under, finds that they have blue hair and are casting magic.

* Ren who stops behind the couch you are sitting on to watch you play, seeing you go through the various menus and stats of the NPC, seeing that they have armor with high stats and also a weapon.

* Ren who leans over the couch right beside your face and speaks, "is that supposed to be me?" Totally takes you off gaurd and makes you jump, embarrassment blooming on your face. "Y-yeah.." you reply while rubbing the back of your neck.

* Ren who laughs at your reaction and gives you a cocky smirk, taking a seat beside you. "Why did you put me in your game? I'm sure there are plenty of other choices you had but you chose this hm?" He watches as you go back to playing, taking note of how his NPC plays, doing lots of damage and saying things reminiscent of what he would say.

"Pft you must be really that obsessed with me to even include me in your little games huh?"

"Look, the game said that this NPC is your main companion and I-....if I'm going in for the long haul, I don't want anyone else but you by my side o-okay?"

He looks at you after your confession, his chest beats and his cheeks flush, completely taken by your words. After getting over the initial shock he places a hand on your arm, causing you to pause the game and turn your attention to him.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Of course im serious, why would I something so cheesy like that up!?" Your cheeks flare up and you stare him directly in the face to prove your point.

After a moment, his eyes soften and he smirks, a soft heh coming from under his breath.

"Wow, you really are something..."

"Something, what?"

You await his response in suspense.

"...a fucking nerd, how lame." He laughs and gets up, going back to his regular routine. You chunk a couch pillow at him and yell in embarrassment.

"Y-your so mean! Fuck off!" You huff and go back to the game, taking your frustration out on some big monsters. As he heads down the hall, he smiles, knowing that even in other imaginary places, it's him that you want.

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What Happens When You Meet A Scholar

Wanderer x Scholar!Reader Headcanons

wherein the Wanderer finds out you were stranger than he originally thought.

contains: gn!reader, mostly fluff, mentions of reader committing questionable felonies like breaking into libraries, slight cursing bc pls let wanderer say f*ck, wanderer whacks you awake one time and you whack him when he's late

If the Wanderer were to compare you to anything, he'd compare you to one of those... Eremites who's always dancing and look like their head are in the clouds.

Or maybe an unusual hilichurl.

(Maybe the unusual hilichurl is more accurate.)

He doesn't really know why, after you dragged him into your cooking interest club, did he choose to even stay.

A majority of the meals the club makes on a daily basis are meals that he isn't exactly fond of (the other members complain that the only meals he ever liked were the ones that were even more bitter than their professor on a Monday morning).

But he always found himself back in that little kitchenette, holding a bowl and a whisk for some reason, watching idly as you taught him how to do various cooking techniques that he never really cared to learn; he's a puppet for goodness sake, he doesn't need to eat.

Thus, because he lacks the ability of leaving, and you lack the ability of having fight or flight instincts when it came to him, your relationship is quite... endearing in a strange way.

❅ He learns that technically, you belonged to the Darshan Spantamad, the Darshan specializing in elementalism, but the reason he's never seen you anywhere on campus before was because you were a driyosh and you just came back to Sumeru after taking a quick trip to Inazuma. (Though, you mentioned you wouldn't be leaving again for another few weeks.)

❅ The Wanderer is perplexed whenever he talks with you because you always, always, always deflect every abrasive and sarcastic comment he makes. It's not that his bratty attitude goes over your head, rather, it's like it bounces off of it; you hear him, you understand that he's trying to rile you up, but you always wave off his attempts and treat him like you treat everyone else.

❅ He's now a permanent "thorn" on your side, by the way, much to Nahida's slight chagrin because that also means he's skipping lectures again. At least he's socializing(?)

❅ He always remarks about how you look exhausted and dead tired, such is the life of an Akademiya student trying to write a thesis proposal that won't get rejected this time. He also caught you flat out snoring in one of the libraries once when you were strangely absent from the kitchenette and he went out to find you (albeit complaining halfheartedly). When you awoke, he's already pushing a plate of food and a cup of coffee towards you with a scowl, saying stuff along the lines of "what would you do without me" and "for a scholar, you're so stupid to skip lunch".

❅ You ask him how he managed to sneak food and drinks into the library and he decides to not mention anything about open windows and his Anemo vision. (He also decides not to mention how you were mumbling in your sleep, stuff along the lines of "you can't drop out because of a single rejected thesis" and "you can't give up yet")

❅ Speaking of breaking rules in the library, you ask him to help you break into the library one night too.

❅ He was just as perplexed as the first time he met you.

❅ You mention some books you need for the research study you were doing, and while he does make a great point by saying that you can just borrow them without needing to break in, you're also basically a broke Akademiya student.

"It's just 500 mora."

"Yes, but it's 500 mora." Stop spending so much on shady resources then.

❅ He always ends up helping you anyway because 1), he has nothing better to do and 2), it would be so funny if the both of you were to get caught just because you refuse to pay the borrowing fee. If he sees you emerge from the restricted section, you can trust him to keep his lips sealed because divulging secrets without fear is a sin in the Akademiya, isn't it? (He's just eager to see what kind of fucked up research you've been doing that required you to steal restricted books and pay criminal amounts of mora for research resources if only he knew)

❅ Whenever you have tests and quizzes that the professors randomly decide to give you, the Wanderer is always there not to help you exactly but to tease you about how little you actually know of the field of elementalism. You admit that you only took up the course for a friend you once knew. He was about to pry further, maybe finally find out what vulnerabilities aloof and flighty you may have, but you're dead asleep and drooling on your book before he could do so, and whacking you awake made him forget all of his inquiries.

❅ Sometimes, the two of you share classes per what Nahida has assigned him to, and those are the only classes he willingly takes. Though, be prepared, he's like that kid who comes late into class armed with only a pencil and a blank notebook he hasn't written in in ages. He'll come into the lecture hall 20 minutes late and when you chastise him for it, he'll tell you that "if the teacher isn't here yet, he's not late." One bonk for him. He'll also unceremoniously drape himself over your shoulder when you take out the Prerequisites in the World of Alchemy and Elementalism book you've been urging him to buy since day one. He prefers sharing yours, thank you very much. It's more fun to annoy you by stopping you from turning the page because he's "not done yet" but turning the page himself even when YOU'RE not done yet. The only time you ever openly whack him with his stupid hat.

❅ He doesn't listen to a word in the lecture but he manages to retain the information when you explain it to him, recalling the professor's words from off the top of your head. You almost think that he isn't listening because he hasn't said a word to interrupt you, but when you stop talking he goes, "Who said you can stop? I'm still lost on how the different elements react to each other and create residuals, you know?" He just likes listening to your voice but he'd rather face retribution from everyone he'd wronged than admit that.

❅ Now, when it comes to the cooking interest club itself, the Wanderer is a... participant observer at best.

❅ The other club members will most often just find him either: by your side, helping you with cutting up ingredients, taste testing the hot broth that would have otherwise been too hot for a human's tongue (instead of questioning his inhuman traits, you've taken advantage of them for the most mundane things what kind of academic scholar are you), or creepily brooding and sulking and staring at everyone else preparing some dishes. The latter is when you go out back to fetch some more ingredients; no one lets you go out back to fetch ingredients anymore because of this man.

❅ Aside from the day he first came to the small kitchenette, his birthday, he hasn't cooked a single dish of his own again and honestly, everyone was dying to have some of his Shimi Chazuke again, the bitter tang of the tea complimented the sweet taste of the rice perfectly. But he refused to cook for everyone again and because of his more than bratty behavior, instead of being intimidated like the rest of the Akademiya students, they're exasperated and endeared.

❅ One time, however, the club hosted a cookfest, where pairs are tasked with running a food stall with any dish of their choice. Obviously, when you heard the announcement, you immediately turned to the Wanderer and despite his protests, you end up becoming one of the pairs. It wasn't supposed to be a contest or anything, just a simple day where you all cook and sell your dishes to the people of Sumeru City. However, the other club members made a bet that whoever got the most sales will be exempted from dishwashing duties for one whole month.

❅ He swore he has never seen your eyes fire up like they did when that was announced.

"Wanderer."

"...what."

"We must win."

"Absolutely not. I'm not going to exert anymore effort than I need to in something as silly as this."

"Then would you like to be outdone by the guy who thought a turnip was beetroot and the guy who thought we had no more onion powder because he read the label of one of our containers as noino?"

"..."

"Exactly."

❅ Your stall had the most customers the entire day, with a bunch of different people arriving to buy food he made. Even Lesser Lord Kusanali and the illustrious Traveler with her floating friend came by, and while you were enamored with their presence, the Wanderer just clicked his tongue. (Like what he's been doing for the past few weeks, he will not mention how he noticed the fact that some of their customers oddly looked like the other members of the club, nor the fact that their posts were oddly empty at the same time.)

❅ Don't worry, when at the end of the day you complain about not having the chance to eat his cooking all afternoon, he'll hand feed you some chazuke just to "shut you up". Though, he won't complain about the obvious stars in your eyes when you chew on the bite; he'll even tease you for it but god forbid if any one of the club members tease the both of you for acting so intimate.

❅ Compliment him too much on his cooking skills, or even make an offhand comment about how his superb cooking skills can "survive the test of time and rival the Electro Archon's eternity", and the comments would go through his hat and straight to his head. Your praise literally DID something to his braincells that rewired his entire dopamine supply and transport system. He'll be cooking something for you one way or another, it doesn't matter what it is.

"Oh, Unagi Chazuke this time?" "It's a more common version in Inazuma than my Shimi Chazuke. Well? Is it up to your taste, scholar?"

"The meat on the Tandoori Roast Chicken is so tender, what technique did you use?" "Funny you should say that, I simply..."

"So? Aren't you going to accept this?" "...why do I feel like you've been feeding me more than usual?" "Nonsense, who said that? What a ridiculous conclusion to make. Do you know what my reputation is in the Akademiya? Do you think I'd ever willingly feed anyone anything that I make? Right. Now, should have I fried the Samosas for a few more seconds or no?"

❅ He would rather die than have anyone find out that the reason he's been borrowing more and more books on cuisine and recipes was because of you. He would rather die even more than have someone tell you and he is looking at you, Buer, yes you, don't you dare Nahida.

❅ Oh, well, Nahida would never rat this Wanderer's feelings out to anyone, especially you. She respects his privacy, having grown fond of the puppet like she would a brother. However, it's difficult not to make teasing remarks and throw him a knowing glance everytime they're in the Grand Bazaar together and she catches sight of you, him already staring at you with a distant look in his eyes.

"Are they the person you've been growing fond of, Wanderer?"

"What? Who? No. Shut up. That's impossible. Who would ever grow fond of someone like them? I'll make seafood tonight if you tell this to anyone."

❅ Oh my, she has her work cut out for her then.

❅ The Wanderer thinks you're stranger than he originally thought. You treat him like everyone else despite his rudeness, you dabble in forbidden topics for your research and break into facilities just to get your hands on sources, you love it when he cooks, you're competitive at the right moments. And most of all, you make him feel something in his chest he never thought he'd ever feel.

❅ Maybe this was the cruelest fate Celestia could bestow upon him, giving him something like you, oddly the purest thing in his life, that he knew he would never dare to taint with his bloody hands.

❅ If only he knew.

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INTIM4CY !

➵ cyno, wanderer, al haitham

☯ people say first impressions are the most important and they're not exactly wrong...

☯ genshin men + romantic ways you met

☯ i wanted to write for more chars but i have to study </3 no genders specified but fem reader in al haitham's part

★ cYno

♬

you should've expected this. going on dates and being stood up was not a very uncommon thing but you didn't think it would happen so early.

the guy was a charming one. he was flirty and caring. a true gentleman, you thought. but if he really was a gentleman he would be sitting in the empty seat infront of you.

it was embarrassing, the waitress had pity in her eyes and the couples looking at eachother with love in their eyes only added salt to the wound.

but a few tables away from you was a man who was also waiting for his date that was obviously not going to show up.

you had made eye contact with him a while ago and it was humorous how you both were in the same situation at the same time in the same place.

letting out a sigh, you grabbed your purse to leave until the sound of the chair being pulled surprised you. and infront of you was the same guy.

it was awkward to say the least and you both were expecting the other to say something. but he cleared his throat before looking at you with his fierce eyes.

"what kind of guys do you like?" he asked as you bit back a grin.

"i like guys with humour." it wouldn't be so bad to chat a bit with this random stranger since you had cancelled all your plans for this stupid date anyways.

"i like humour too, but i like hu-mour."

the silence was heavy and his straight face only made things worse. he panicked at first, examining your face for any signs that he said something wrong.

but you laughed. loudly. you were sure the entire restaurant was looking at you but at this moment you only wanted to let him know you appreciated him.

this stranger who was going through the same situation that just came up to you to say a joke. it was all hard to believe.

a blush crept up on his face when you looked up at him with a big smile.

he was a charming one.

"well, are you doing anything after this?"

★ wAnderer

♬

to say you loved cats was an underestimation. so when you saw a stray cat in the alleyway next to your apartment, you held back from kidnapping it.

but your landlord didn't allow pets inside so you could only feed the cat at night since that was when she came.

as far as you knew you were the only one feeding her so it was a huge surprise when she started eating less or sometimes not eating at all, only coming over to you to cuddle.

you first thought she was just eating something from the trash or her diet was changing. you swatted away those possibilities when you saw an empty can of tuna next to the garbage can and it wasn't the brand you would buy for her.

then it all made sense.

she was cat-human! and she was buying her own food now.

you felt like a genius.maybe you could catch her in her human form...so here you were, standing behind the wall as you watched her lick her paws, sitting in the box you got for her.

but it was more shocking to see someone coming from the other side and pulling out a can of tuna from their backpack.

the person took their hood off and it was a guy with messy dark hair and-

oh shit. he was looking at you the entire time. and he didn't look very pleased.

"i'm guessing you're the one who has been feeding her secretly." his droopy eyes held a bit of annoyance in them as he ran his fingers thru the cat's fur.

"actually, i have been feeding her first so you mist be the one who has been feeding her secretly." you crossed your arms, huffing.

he rolled his eyes, walking over to you after he opened the can. he stopped next to you, leaning in close to your ear."

she likes me more."

though it was a teasing remark, it sounded like a challenge to you. and his mischievous smile had only confirmed this.

this guy was your rival from the beginning. your cat rival.

★ al hAitham

♬

you were getting more and more angry with the constant stops or the people bumping into you on the bus.

there were no seats available so you had to stand up and held onto the bar ontop of you like your life depends on it.

as you were about to press the button to get off, someone tapped on your shoulder and you turned around to see a tall young man with greyish hair holding a book to his chest.

he pointed towards the seat he was previously sitting on and you couldn't describe how happy you felt. but you kept calm and muttered a thank you before switching places with him so he was standing up next to you.

but a few seconds later he looks at you with a confused face. his eyebrow was raised and his lips parted as if to say something but he shook his head and looked away before getting off soon.

—

it has been 2 hours since that happened and you were laying in your bed, mind still on that guy from the bus.

he was so sweet! and handsome too.

your phone buzzed from a twitter notification and you grabbed it to surf the net a bit before bed.a post with the word on the bus caught your attention. you stopped scrolling and pressed on the tweet. but your eyes widened and you felt angered again.

i saw this pregnant woman on the bus and i offered my seat to her. i looked at her for the last time and found out she in fact, was not pregnant but she was just bloated.

it couldn't have been an coincidence. the post was from 2 hours ago and you went onto the profile and surely enough, it was the same guy.

you groaned, throwing your phone onto the empty space next to you, shoving your face into a pillow and screaming. bloated?

the comments were this blonde guy laughing with LMAOOO and making fun of him. but you fet offended since this tweet was about you so technically he was making fun of you.

you went into the comments and you aggressively typed something.

you're so stupid. she probably wasn't even bloated or anything. think before you post stuff.

pressing enter you proudly put your phone on your bedside table, giggling into your blanket while a confused al haitham was wondering why this random person was so angry at his post. i mean, they couldn't be the same person from the bus, right?

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Scaramouche/Wanderer: having a crush on you

Fandom: Genshin Impact 

To anyone that doesn't know him too well, it would be impossible to realize that Wanderer is acting a tiny bit different around you compared to how he treats everyone else.

He's still angry and rude and never misses a chance to make Paimon bump into things with a little wind current, but every once in a while he tempers his attitude and pretends not to.

When he first joined you on your journey, it was less of an offer to join your party, and closer to him making up his mind and refusing to hear any arguments against it. Of course he's going to follow you. You'd get lost or beaten up without him, and he'd never miss the chance to prove how much better at everything he is.

Especially when it comes to killing all the monsters before they attack you. And flying up high to check whether the road ahead is safe. And cooking you a delightful, healthy meal just so you don't black out and make him drag your body to the nearest camp. That would've been so annoying.

The banter between him and Paimon is a constant thing. Not one opportunity to make a smug remark goes by unused. You've had to tear them apart on more than one occasion when things went too far and they decided to rip each other's hair out. 

Somehow, the most you got from him were a few comments, and almost never anything truly personal.

There were many evenings when you were tired after the long walk and many fights, when your eyes closed almost on their own. The Wanderer would laugh at you, all smug, and finish setting up the camp on his own. You were sent off to just sleep and stop being a headache. After all, what help could a weak, tired human be to him? 

He'd set up the fire and the tent on his own, and it was just a coincidence that he worked quietly enough not to wake you up. And that he looked around for food during the night, so that in the morning you'd have breakfast ready. 

He often looked over at you while you slept. 

Humans had such a stupid tendency to be plagued by nightmares. They were such pathetic little creatures, who instinctively seeked out the comfort of other people, even while unconscious. 

That was the only reason he sometimes brushed your hair gently or rubbed your back when he was sure no one could see him and Paimon was resting too. It wasn't your fault that it was the only thing keeping the nightmares away.

And it wasn't his fault that he enjoyed it.

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“where to next, my dear wanderer?”

or, small scenarios & hcs of kuni’s life as a wanderer with his darling spouse <3

enjoy this absolute brain dump! & yes i did take inspo from his trailer for a few of them hehe. this also doesn’t go in a certain order! it’s pretty much a mass post for me to dump my thoughts into hehe. 

a few suggestive moments but tbh barely. gn!reader, reader wears jewelry. unedited. 

kuni being able to bask in the little things, one of his favorites being when you greet lazy mornings together, limbs intertwined and nowhere to be. no duties to fulfill in the tsaritsa’s name, and no more chronic migraines that his subordinates would give him. here, it was just you huddling against his bare chest, right over where his heart should be. he’s delightfully warm under the blankets and you intend to smother him in your affection. he’s the most receptive to it when he’s just woken up, claiming your lips with his after you’ve tickled him awake with your kisses. and yes, he’d be grumpy if you got out of bed before giving him his morning kiss :( 

there are also less pleasant mornings where kuni wakes before the sun does, haunted by his past deeds and betrayals. he tries not to let it get the best of him, but when he feels particularly trapped, he puts on his shoes, grabs his hat, and goes for a brisk walk, occasionally bringing home ripe henna berries for a breakfast he plans on surprising you with, or kalpalata lotus’ for you to admire. you always feel his presence missing from your shared bed each time, your body acting on instinct letting you know your lover was away. the cold draft seeps in around you now that his embrace no longer kept it at bay, but knowing how much he needs these moments of solitude, you just settle for giving him a tight hug when he comes back <3 

he plans to take you to every corner of teyvat, of course. now that he’s deemed himself a wanderer, he can’t think of a better time than the present moment, nor can he think of a better person to accompany him. he has no destination in mind, and no kin either–his strings attached to the electro archon long severed. it doesn’t matter, not when he’s found his home in you. 

revisiting inazuma, his past, together once he’s ready. traipsing across the shores of seiraimaru were two lovers, sunset reflecting off the soft, golden waves, & one hand cradled tenderly in the other’s.  

that foreign feeling of gratitude vaguely registers itself in the wanderer’s mind when he observes other couples constantly at each other’s throats, with no real love left in the relationship. he’s struck gold, he thinks, he knows. the only thing you two actually bicker over are dinner plans–he strongly denies that his passion for cooking is an indirect way of expressing his love for you but to no avail… he’s so obvious. his meals taste heavenly, but when would it be your turn to finally spoil the man with a breakfast in bed or something?! like clockwork, he smirks at your deadpan upon entering the kitchen, noticing he’s already beaten you to the task, shimi chazuke already halfway done and undoubtedly delicious.

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Your Royal Tutors - FT. Anemo Boys

Notes: I had a lot of funning trying to put this one together. I hope you enjoy!

Prelude:

The land of Teyvat is vast and sprawling, filled with lush forests, mountains that climb to the heavens, and waters deeper than the sea of stars.  You are an heir to small country of Mondstat, beloved by her people.  You have had a number of tutors and teachers through the years, but today, we look to the four that arrived not long after your coming of age. Each took an oath to ensure that you are well versed and taught in all things needed to be a successful ruler.

Venti, Tutor of Music and Dance:

What better a teacher of music than a bard? Especially the best known bard in all of Mondstat. It was never made completely clear to you how Venti fell into this position. You’ve heard some gossip from butlers and maids that he was “hand plucked” by soldiers in the Royal Guard from the bar Angel’s Share to become your teacher. Others say that he attended one of the Duke’s events and upon hearing his wonderful performance, your parents chose him for the role.  These tales were never confirmed by the musician himself and you didn’t bother to ask. With a face and voice like that, the specifics were not important.

Today, you and Venti were reviewing your harp skills. Venti was very adamant on you learning two instruments, one on and one off to keep things interesting. You had a few lessons on the giant instrument so far, enough to learn basic finger placement and chords. You lean forward with a furrowed brow as you plucked the thin strings, bottom on the edge of square stool.

You had been at this for about an hour and half now, one of the chords just not setting right. The frustration begins to set in, you sigh and roll your shoulders.

“I’ll get this…”

“Of course you will, my student. You always do.”

Venti gives you a comforting smile and pulls up another chair right behind you, legs placing themselves directly on either side of your hips. He places his hands parallel with your own on the stringed instrument.

“Here, let me do it then you follow me.”

He leans forward, the warmth of him radiating onto your back and shoulders. His cheek right beside your ear, the softness of his breath brushing by.

Your breath catches in your throat and your upper body tenses immediately. There have been times where you have been close, like side by side on the piano bench, but this is a different kind of closeness. You can not read his expression or predict his next movement.He plucks the strings in order in slow movement, fingers long and elegant. He does this once more and then pulls his hands away, gently nudging your right arm towards the harp.

“Alright, now your turn. You can do this, take as much time as you need. Mastery isn’t something you learn in just a few lessons.”

You inhale a shaky breath and place your hands where his just were. After a pause, you begin to flick the strings in the same order he demonstrated. Towards the last two notes, you pause with a bit of uncertainty. You can feel Venti lean forward against you unconsciously in anticipation of your next move.

You pluck the last two strings and the pattern is completed perfectly. He chuckles behind you and places his hands gently on your shoulders, giving them a proud pat.

“See? I knew you could do it!”

Xiao, Tutor of Battle and Tactics:

There was no questioning why the legendary, yet mysterious adeptus was head of the personal royal protectors unit.  His presence commanded attention, his teachings deadly but would steel any strong enough to survive his routines. Somehow, you wondered often, included you.

Once he was satisfied with your recitation, he’d give you a small break, only to begin the next section of the lesson with stretches. He’d do them with you, standing slightly in front and to the side of you. This gave you the perfect view of marveling at his lean form as his muscles move under his tattooed skin. Keep it together, you would repeat to yourself.

Tactics were taught on a chalkboard at the opposite end of the training courtyard. He made you stand at attention and show what you had learned at the end of the lesson. Thankfully, despite your consistent nervousness around him, you’d be able to regurgitate back to him what you’d seen on the board.

Following the stretches, he’d toss you a wooden sword and square off with you.

“We’ll start off with forward lunges. Now, strike me.”

He waits for you to move forward in a defensive position, from his stance you could tell that he was going to attempt to parry your attack. You move a step forward, swinging your sword back to gain momentum. During the moment you lean your arm back, he moves forward, his foot hooking around your ankle, sweeping your foot out from under you, causing you to fall on the ground.

“No, you must not show your movements so early on. Get up, again.”

This goes on over and over again, each time you try to do a better job of either moving quickly enough or making your next movements not so obvious. Each time seems to get easier, but the frustration in your chest builds, your brow deepening after each fall.

“Again.”

His voice is rough, his eyes ever watchful of your movements. There is a glint in his yellow eyes each time you make a move. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing your body better than yourself.  The thought strikes heat across the back of your neck, compounding with the irritation from falling over and over again.

Something in your chests bursts, your movement quickens. You avoid his movement to trip you up, he strikes at you to make up for it but you parry it, striking the blade straight to the side so it falls from his grip. You end with your blade above your head in both hands, angling the steel downward towards his chest ready to plunge.

Heat seers your lungs, sweat drips down from your temple to the corner of your jaw. Xiao looks straight into your eyes, mouth slightly open in surprise. He closes it quickly and sets his brow forward.

“Good. Now do that again. We aren’t done yet.”

Kazuha, Tutor of Poetry and Literature:

The smell of ink and old paper. The warmth of the late afternoon sun pouring through the windows. The sound of turning pages and writing quills. This was the essence of the Tutor of Poetry and Literature.

A few years ago, your parents made a trip to the mysterious land of Inazuma, newly opened after several decades. They came back with several trinkets and antiques, but surprisingly, enlisted the help of two tutors from the islands as well. A wandering samurai with a penchant for poetry and a detective well versed in knowledge of the law from all of Tevyat.

The calmness of your lessons with Kazuha were a reprieve from the business of music or the physical intensity of training. You always looked forward to these times through the week.

The start of your lessons would always start with a selection of poetry he hand picked himself. Quietly, you would read over the selections and took some notes on the form and meaning. When you were done, you would set your writing utensil down and he would look up from his current book. It was different each time, he never came in with the same one.

“Are you ready to begin, your highness?” He gives you a soft smile and rises from his chair to the board that was setup. Together, the two of you would go over each line, discussing possibilities and the history of each piece. Your voices the only two in the study.

After the lesson would end, you would ask a servant to prepare a pot of black tea, but no snacks or tea sandwiches. When it would arrive, Kazuha would retrieve a cloth wrapped sack from his bag, setting it on the table. He’d untie it, uncovering small delicacies from his homeland.

The two of you would share small conversation over the tea and snacks. You’d tell a story of something silly the maids did and he’d recount a few tales from Inazuma after you asking. You’d be entranced by him recounting a few battles and the picture he painted with his words of the deep purple scenery.

When he finished his story, he looked at you for a moment. Then leans over, hand reaching towards your face and brushing some crumbs away from the corner of your mouth. He ensures there are no more and begins to pull away, catching your eyes.

Needless to say, your cheeks fire up and your eyes search his face before looking away, brushing at your mouth to make sure that nothing is left over.

“A-ah, my apologies your highness! That was too forward of me!”

Heizou, Tutor of Law and Order:

Your lessons for learning the laws of Teyvat and it’s nations was different to say the least. First off, it wasn’t inside any classroom or in a court yard, but instead took place in a different place all the time.

Walking around the palace halls, strolling around the stables and gardens, even taking a trip to the nearest town. All of them with the head of the secret royal task force, Shikanoin Heizou, at your side.  As the two of you would walk around, he’d quiz you over some random fact he’d brought up two lessons ago. And if he never actually said it, he’d use is as a way to segue into the topic.

As he would listen to you recite whatever you knew on the topic, he’d be looking around the area. Often times, he’d point out two or more people and begin with, “You think they are doing this right? Wrong, they are actually-”, to which he would describe some illegal act. Like clockwork the very next day, he’d leave an envelope under your door with the latest news- the very people you saw yesterday arrested for the act he described.

You knew that he was head of the secret task force and that he always had some kind of intel, but just walking around and being able to point these people out was wild each and every time.

On one of your lesson days, you and Heizou are making rounds in a deeper part of town. The market place is bustling and people go to and fro running their errands.

“Make sure you stay close, your highness.” He spoke into your ear softly, his arm moving around you as he pulls you back and out of the way of a fast moving horse with a wagon. You lean into his chest to get as far away from the main road as possible.

Your cheeks turn red- and of course, he notices.

“Aha, don’t be so flustered by getting so close to me. We know each other pretty well after all these years right?”

He chuckles and looks at you, then his face turns serious, analyzing something behind you up the way. Again, he tugs you into the nearest ally among some crates and barrels. There is shouting coming from around the corner, people moving and huffing as a large group of people passes through.

Heizou presses you into the wall gently, blocking your side so if anyone looked down alley way, it would just seem as though he was standing there alone.

You whisper into his neck, flustered heart racing, blood pumping through your ears.

“Who is it, Heizou?”

“Fatui.” He hisses the word like an insult.

“I knew they were going to show, but didn’t figure this early. Something must of changed.” His brows harden in frustration, you knew that he was always on the money, so something happening that he did not expect was as surprising as it was worrying.

“Alright your highness, let’s just lay low here for now till they pass…”

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“Wait a minute…is this a date?” FT. Anemo Boys

Notes: Hello! I’ve had a lot of genshin anemo boi brain rot the last few weeks and have finally taken some time to start writing it out. I hope you enjoy it! Reader/Traveler is GN

- Venti -

“Hey Traveler! It’s been awhile!”

A melodic and familiar voice comes from behind you as Mondstat’s gates come into view. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve made the trek back to the city of wind. And a few weeks since seeing your always chipper Anemo Archon. “To celebrate our reunion, how about some lunch from Good Hunter! My treat!” As soon as he mentions it, your stomach begins to growl and your mouth slightly waters. There is no way you can say no. The two of you walk side by side to the eatery, Venti gladly says that he’ll order for you, bidding you take a seat and get comfy.  You rolls your shoulders and stretch your arms towards the sky before sinking into a solid wooden chair. The walk from Liyue starts to set into your body, only making you hungrier. Venti comes back over shortly, two mugs of cider in hand. He sets one beside you before taking a seat across the table from you. The two of you make idle chatter, discussing the trip to Liyue and how things have been. It’s always easy to talk to the bard, some of your stresses melting away. Sara comes over with a whole tray full of food, including a whole sticky honey roast, a stack of pile ‘em ups and some salads. Everything looks absolutely delicious! You thank her for the food and she begins to walk away, “You two are always so cute together, glad to see you on an actual date for once instead of just walking around!” You were in the middle of raising a large cut of meat to your mouth as she speaks. You pause, raising your eyes towards Venti before lowering your fork abruptly. “Venti…um, is this a date?”

He smiles at you and stifles a chuckle, “Yeah, is it not obvious? I, um, have been meaning to take you out at some point, but the timing has never been right. That’s why I wanted to be the first person to see you back here. So I wouldn’t miss my chance.” He takes a long sip of his cider, looking towards the fountain as he waits for you to say something. There is a slight twinge of disappointment in his eyes, afraid you’ll say it’s not a date now. Your cheeks begin to grow red, embarrassed you didn’t realize this before. “Do you…not want to be on a date?” “N-no, I do.” His face brightens and he visibly relaxes.  “Ah, good! I’m glad.” You smile as you relax as well, the awkwardness of the moment passing. “Me too, it’d be nice to do this again some time.

- Xiao -

Early evening falls over Guili Plains as you head towards the Wangshu Inn. Fatigue and hunger set in earlier as you passed through Stone Gate atleast an hour ago.  

After stepping off the elevator to the balcony of the lobby, Verr Goldet waves to you from the front counter. “Ah, Traveler, welcome back.  A meal has been prepared for you on the top floor, we hope you enjoy it.” She turns back to her work with a grin on her face.  You thank her as you head upstairs, wondering how she knew that you’d be back this evening? Did you tell her you’d be coming back tonight?

As soon as you reach the top of the stairs, the smell of the food enters your nose, the delicious scent of Liyue delicacies. You follow the scent to the balcony. There, Xiao sits in front of a low table, Adeptus Temptation set in the middle to be shared, along with some Jade Parcels, Crystal Shrimp, and Chili-Mince Cornbread Buns. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks you over for some reason. “Xiao I-” “Come sit down, the food is getting cold.”

He crosses his arms and watches as you hurry over to sit across from him. You look up at him, his face is set in a scowl as usual. You begin to open your mouth , but he speaks before you do. “What are you waiting for? Eat.” “O-Okay!” you pick up some utensils and begin to eat. Everything is so amazing, the buns are soft and savory, the parcels delectable, and the temptation is too tempting not to take a bowl full. As you eat enough to satiate the hunger in your stomach, you realize Xiao has been watching you eat the whole time, not eating anything himself. “Are you not going to have any?”, you ask, motioning to the spread. “No. This is for you.” “For me?” “Yes. I collected all the ingredients and told the kitchen staff to make you a meal.” “Oh, thank you.” You smile warmly at him to which he looks away off the balcony. There are a few moments of silence as you continue to eat and he looks out over the scenery below. A thought crosses your mind and before you are able to think on it any further, it tumbles out of your mouth. “Xiao, is this a date?” His head snaps towards you, his nose scrunching up. “A date? Don’t be absurd. I don’t understand how you’d come to such a conclusion.” “But, we are spending an evening together and there is food that you got for me.” “Tch, I do not understand the things humans do, but if those are the only conditions that constitute a date, then…ugh.” He shakes his head and turns back to the night sky above, a light pink tinting his cheeks. “Call it whatever you wish. Just make sure you eat enough.”

- Kazuha -

“Ah, Traveler. Enjoying the festival?” You turn away from the vendor stall to see the wandering Samurai. He gives you a small wave, softly smiling at you. “Hey Kazuha! I didn’t think I’d see you here.” The sound of evening summer festivities bustle around you two. Tonight is one of the first festivals of the season. The air is warm and humid, sticking to your skin. “Since the vision hunt decree has ended, I can wander more freely around the islands now. Would you care to view the fireworks with me tonight? they will be starting soon.” “Sure!” The two of you make your way up to the large hill at the end of the island, Kazuha gets some dango for the both of you to enjoy while waiting for the fireworks.  There are other people around, but there is enough area for everyone to be well spread out, leaving the two of you next to a medium sized tree.  

As the sky turns a navy shade, the fireworks begin, firing off in beautiful patterns. Firey colors form flowers, while white and pinkish hues take on the form of fish from the ocean.  Each display more dazzling than the last. As the fireworks reach their climax, there is a couple in view that draws closer to each other, heads inclining towards one another. You look around and see that others are doing the same, growing self conscious as the heat spreads through your cheeks. “Hey uh, Kazuha?”, you turn to look at him, but he is already looking at you. You catch him off guard as your eyes meet. “Ah, y-yes Traveler?” He tries to play it off like he wasn’t just staring in your direction, but fails endearingly. “Is this a..a date?” His cheeks turn a bit red and he fiddles with some grass as he speaks. “Yes it is…that is, if you’d like it to be.” His face turns towards the fireworks display, the last one waiting to be fired off. His cheeks are slightly read, but overall looks content in the moment. “Ah…yeah.” You turn your head up as the last fire work goes off, the boom almost covering up your words. “I want it to be.”

- Heizou -

“Alright, partner. It’s late, let’s get some food.”Heizou stretches towards the sky as the both of you take the steps down to the plaza in Ritou, the leaves on the giant tree in the center rustling in the breeze.You look over the notes you’ve been taking the last few hours while you help Heizou through his current investigation.  Does he really need these though? He legitimately went over everything that you jotted down from memory earlier. Maybe he just told you write them down so you felt you were doing something.Suddenly, Heizou picks the small notebook from your hands and leafs through it, not really reading anything over.“Ahh, amazing job there, my lovely partner~ At this rate, I’m sure you’ll be an amazing detective like me one day~”He slides the note pad into his pocket and heads for the lower set of stairs across from a mask stand, a small ramen spot just around the corner.“But, I just copied what you said as we went. I don’t really think that’ll increase my insight or investigation skills.”You take a seat beside you as he orders two bowls of ramen and a katsu sandwich to split.“Never you mind, my young apprentice, we can’t gain any skills on an empty stomach now can we?”You sigh and nod, he is right. Your stomach has been grumbling for what seems like hours, something that Heizou’s perception could not miss.Finally, the food arrives, the two of you go to town on slurping up the hot noodles. As you eat, you take a look around, some children go back and forth, couples walk together down to the sea bank to watch the moon rise.It is a balmy summer night.  You both finish your food in silence.Heizou thanks the woman at the stall for the food and looks out at the sea not too far away. He nudges you and points his thumb towards the water.“C’mon, lets check out over there for a bit.”“But I thought you said we were done looking around for the night-ah!”“Ahhh, cmon, don’t be such a stick in the mud.”He takes your hand and guides you over to the waterside, a small bench just off the bank is where you come to stop. He sits down and pats the sit for you to sit beside him, propping his leg up on his knee and putting his hands behind his head.You take a seat beside him and look out over the ocean, the moon reflected in it’s surface, the hum and glow of fire flies starting. It’s a peaceful night.Heizou is strangely silent, just looking out over the scenery contently. You notice a few couples walk by every few moments. Other than that everything is quiet.Wait, couples…silence…“Heizou…”“Hm?” He hums at you, still facing the water.“Are we on a date?”He looks at you, a small smirk on his face.“That depends, do you think we are on a date?”“Wha- yes of course I think we are on a date. We just had dinner together and are now at a couples spot.”He laughs and then looks back to the water.“See? Your observation skills grew.”