seventipesos

[seventipesos]

how (not) to fall in love.

→ BONUS: through his eyes

( not proofread !! )

kunikuzushi was bored.

growing up in a fine household, he was forced to learn manners and etiquettes and was locked up in their home for homeschooling since his family is quite known— and also to avoid running into some paparazzi that might invade their privacy.

it was boring.

staying at home, without anyone to play with, doing nothing…

he often watches kids his age play on the playground and do whatever they want as long as they’re having fun. but kunikuzushi… he’s just engrossed in his book he’s not even interested in. he will watch the kids play tag while he stays on his seat on the bench. there were bodyguards around him, and kuni knows that’s one of the reasons why the kids are keeping their distance and never bother asking him to play with them. 

but it's okay. since his grandmother taught him that being childish is not a proper attitude, he stayed calm and mature and made a silent comment while watching the kids; those kids are so loud and annoying.

his assigned teacher at home would also sometimes try doing things to lift his spirits up but it’s not working. lessons are boring, he already learned and memorized the things that are needed to be remembered.

kunikuzushi needed something. he wanted something that would quench the emptiness that’s starting to fill his heart. he’s still young, so he shouldn't be feeling like this… right?

“…”

he just wanted something to escape this thing called boredom.

― ⌑

september 24, xxxx. lucine, fontaine.

kuni was accompanying his mother to buy clothes at a mall for her upcoming premiere night. it was in fontaine, and he doesn’t understand why they would need to travel so far to buy one pair of clothes.

he was getting pissed and bored while waiting, so he decided to leave the store and started wandering around. knowing her mother, it will probably take her 30 minutes choosing.

he is not a fan of going out, so nothing interests him at the stalls he’s passing by…. until he stops at a certain area. 

lucine ice rink.

it wasn’t crowded, but there were few people there. 

but the one that caught kuni’s attention was the girl standing in the middle. there’s also another woman standing beside her—probably a coach or something. she was holding her hand then after a few seconds of talking, she let go of her and skated to the side, giving the girl space to move.

kuni noticed the sign at the entrance.

rink reserved; training on-going.

then he looks back at the rink. but right when his gaze landed on the girl, he saw her fall. right after jumping and spinning, she slipped and fell. maybe she’s trying to do something but fails.

ouch, that must hurt so much.

the “coach” and her fellow ice skaters ran towards her. kuni can hear them asking if she was okay, or did she break her ankle or something.

idiots. she slipped and fell, of course she’s not okay.

—or maybe she is. because why is she standing on her own and starts skating like nothing happened? and is she heading towards him?!

when the girl stepped outside the rink, she briefly looked at kuni before leaving. he slowly looked at the skating shoes she’s wearing. isn’t that too uncomfortable to walk with..?

“y/n needs to perfect her axel. we only have three days before the program.” he heard the coach say, but he continued following the girl with his gaze until she completely disappeared.

axel? competition? she was preparing for a competition?

“...but it looks like she wasn’t feeling well.” he whispered, still looking at the direction the girl disappeared to.

ever since that day, kuni keeps coming back to the rink to watch y/n— he learned her name through her coach. according to her, she only has three days to complete the “axel” she’s talking about. it looks like y/n is an experienced ice skater, so it should be easy. but just like he guessed, she wasn’t feeling well.

without thinking, he went to the nearest drug store and bought some healthy drinks and medicines. he doesn’t have any idea why he’s doing this— y/n doesn’t even know him, so why bother giving some supplements to her?

on the third day of her training, after watching her practice and practice and practice, kuni realized that ice skating might actually be fun. he even saw some men doing it, too. he doesn’t know if it was because of y/n, but he decided that he’ll start learning ice skating once he comes back to inazuma.

and maybe, while he’s at it, watch her competitions too because for some reasons, he’s slowly developing an admiration— both for sports and y/n.

― ⌑

kuni shifted on his seat and lowered the volume of the television. he took out his phone and leaned on the couch. his eyes flickered on the screen.

“representing the nation of inazuma, y/n l/n!” 

“her plans for today are to reach a score past a hundred, and also to land five axels.”

“however, there are also rumors circulating that this is her last competition, but her performance today will judge whether that is true or not.”

fucking rumors.

clicking his tongue, he increased the volume on his phone and watched y/n entering the rink and skating. she’s smiling while waving to the audience before stopping in the center. the camera zooms in on her face and kuni smiles.

go beat them, y/n. i know you can do it.

the music started playing and kuni found himself being engrossed in the performance playing on the screen. as expected, y/n is so elegant, she is moving with such grace that could capture anyone’s eyes. everytime she lands an axel, or even lutz, the audience would clap and the commentators would be left amazed.

of course, every figure skater would receive that. but for y/n’s case— it’s different. kuni couldn’t pinpoint what it is, but there’s just something about the way she moves that makes her different from the other competitors. 

before he knew it, the short program had ended. y/n is the last one to perform. there is a fifteen minute break to calculate the scores to determine who placed first, second, and third.

kuni didn’t watch the two figure skaters before y/n, so he doesn’t know how their performance went. but he doesn’t give a damn about that since he knew that y/n did better than them.

and just as he expected, y/n placed first. after getting the medal and trophy, the three of them were given the chance to skate again to accept gifts from their supporters from the audience.

kuni started feeling something. he wanted to be there— to fully support her and give her gifts, too. but how would he do that when he is miles away from her?

“you can still support her and give her gifts even though you’re not there, you know.”

he almost dropped the phone when he heard his mother’s voice from behind. he turned around and glared at her, but he stopped when he saw that ei is leaning down to look at his phone screen.

“so… the one wearing purple?” she asked, and there’s a small smile on her face. “y/n l/n?”

“how the heck did you know?”

“son, i always see you watching her performance and interviews. it’s hard to not notice you being engulfed on your phone.”

well, damn. i hope she doesn’t think i’m a stalker or something.

“anyway, you should send her gifts if you want to keep supporting her. mail it or something.” ei straightens herself and starts walking towards the kitchen. “figure skaters always receive plushies, maybe send her one too. or letters, i don’t know.”

“i don’t know how to write letters.”

“just the plushies, then.”

kuni didn’t say anything. he opened another tab on his phone and started finding a good shop to buy a plushie.

that was the first time he bought a gift for y/n. and little did he know, he would start sending her more gifts and small encouragement letters— until he received news that the girl he admired stopped skating and never appeared on television and programs again.

― ⌑

kunikuzushi was dejected.

years after y/n’s disappearance, he found himself being bored about everything— again.

he spent his high school days being a normal person— hiding his true identity as raiden ei’s child. although some students and teachers asked him if he’s related to her since he’s sharing the same last name as her, he still brushed them off and firmly told them that they just shared the same name, that’s all.

it was exhausting. it’s starting to feel like the people around him are only talking to him because he looks like the famous actress raiden ei. he wanted to be known as scaramouche. not as raiden ei’s son. and because of it, kuni starts finding something that would help him make a name for himself. he tried joining the school’s basketball team and despite not having any experience with the sports, he easily got in.

see, he can do everything without even trying his best. that’s what makes it boring to him. figure skating is the only thing that forced him to do his best and it made him feel lively. sadly, he never tried it again because it just reminded him of y/n.

“scara? can you take these to the faculty?” scara— that’s the name he started using when he entered high school.

since he didn't have anything to do, he accepted the favor. he took the papers from the class president and left the classroom.

it looks like the teachers are also on break because the faculty room was empty when he entered. he’ll just put these papers on the desk then he’ll leave. that was the plan.

“...?” kuni stopped when he saw something on the table. it was a paper for career planning, and the name written on it was y/n l/n.

you’ve got to be shitting me.

he took the paper and started reading the contents.

name:  y/n l/n

age:  17

class:  3-5

university choice/s:  teyvat international university

preferred course:  bachelor of science in fine arts

“y/n! are you heading to the next class?! let’s go together!”

kuni whipped his head to look at the door. he gently put the paper down and without hesitation, he ran to the hallways.

all this time… she’s here? in inazuma? how come i never see her?

kuni kept running to catch up to the girl that he thought he would never see again. he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream her name to find her, but the bell started ringing and he stopped. he didn’t see y/n, but one thing is sure.

she’s here. we’re attending the same school.

finally, after three years of wondering where she went, he found her.

kuni found y/n.

― ⌑

september 24, xxxx. teyvat international university.

“my name is y/n l/n. i was born here in inazuma but i grew up in fontaine. and, um, i love arts! it’s nice to meet you everyone!” 

this is the second time that kuni saw y/n from up close. she still looks the same as she was three years ago. this is also the first time he heard her voice in person since he used to hear them from his phone.

kuni felt so happy. it was like y/n is the only cure to his never-ending boredom. he’s just sitting at the back, watching her with his elbow above the table and his chin resting on his palm while the other one is busy spinning his pen.

yes, after seeing that paper from last year, kuni decided to attend the same university and take the same course with y/n. what can he do, he’s starting to fall head over heels for her.

of course, he will never admit that to anyone. who knows someone might jinx it and y/n disappear from him again? no, kuni doesn’t want that to happen.

after everyone’s introduction, their adviser announced a sitting arrangement and guess what?

it looks like heaven's starting to hear his prayers because he and y/n are going to be seatmates from now on.

he tried acting normal. he tried being calm. y/n keeps avoiding his gaze and kuni finds it cute. everytime y/n caught his gaze, she would blush and look away and start doodling on her notebook.

at first, kuni thought that y/n was just shy. but as the days, months, and years passed by, he started noticing that being shy around him wasn’t the case.

they are already in their junior year, and y/n is definitely not shy. she is avoiding him. and that hurts kuni. he tried doing things to make her feel comfortable around him and being seatmates is a great help. they are often getting paired for projects but just like before, y/n kept her distance.

kuni started overthinking.

what did i do? did i do something to make her avoid me and keep her distance from me? did she find out that i was the one who kept giving her gifts when she was still ice skating? what should i do? what can i do to make her feel comfortable and safe with me? what can i do to make that invisible wall separating us disappear?

he doesn’t want to rely on others—especially on the internet— but he doesn’t have any choice. kuni doesn’t know anyone to ask for help.

how to make the girl you like notice you

how to approach the girl you like without looking like a creep

how to make the girl you like feel comfortable with you

clearest answer:  keep your cool and make it look like you’re not interested in them. don’t act too friendly or else they would get suspicious.

that’s it! that’s the problem!

him trying to make her feel comfortable around him is the cause!

and so, to make y/n not avoid him any more, kunikuzushi decided that he will start not being nice to her. it should work… right?

“scaramouche, you are selected to be the model again for the upcoming promotions photoshoot. since you didn’t look comfortable with your partner last year, we will give you the freedom to choose your partner to make it easier for you. we will give you two days, okay?”

oh, the heavens really are hearing his prayers because this time, he will use this chance to make sure that y/n would notice him.

right after he entered his bedroom, kuni didn’t waste any time as he opened his twitter and started sending a message to a certain someone.

‘ hello, y/n. the principal is asking me to find a partner for the upcoming pr photoshoot. would you like to do it with me? ‘

no, that sounds too friendly.

remember; keep your cool and make sure you’re not interested in them. don’t act too friendly or else they would get suspicious.

‘ do a pr photoshoot with me. ‘

too straightforward, kuni.

make it look like you’re not interested in them.

kuni smiled and lay down on his bed.

‘ l/n ‘

and sent. she would reply to me with this one, right?

one minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

four minutes.

five minutes……

ding.

kuni quickly grabbed his phone and opened the notification.

[ y/n ]

hi

that's it. just a simple "hi". but at least, she replied. to him.

ding.

[ y/n ]

what do you want

oh, archons.

kunikuzushi swears to himself that he will never, ever, let y/n slip away from him again.

― ⌑

“do another photoshoot with her. i want to see her, son.”

“we’re done, everyone’s packing up already.”

“i’m sure they will accept my request, no?”

“there you go again, using your name for your own benefit.”

“but i know you also like that idea.” damn right i do.

kuni sighed and ended the call. he steals a glance to y/n, who is now packing her things and getting ready to leave. when a staff member passed by, he called out to him and told him about his mother’s request. and of course, who are they to refuse the raiden ei’s words?

“that’s it, put your hand on her chin and look down at her, scara. and y/n, put up your right hand as if you’re about to hold him… yes, that’s right. look in the camera… and, shot.”

what the heck is even this pose?

after three more shots, the photoshoot finally ended. y/n was quick to leave his side and before he could call out to her, she left. does she really hate me that much?

kuni, and the staff members didn’t even have the chance to congratulate her for the success of the photoshoot. she just grabbed her things and left the room.

now, what to do…?

“wow, look at her leaving in a hurry. she must be trying to hide from your fangirls.” childe said as they approached kuni.

“i mean, they are literally everywhere. and i bet they are jealous of y/n because you chose her to be your partner for this, scara.” kazuha added with a grin

“you look cute together.” that was xiao. kuni didn’t even know why his friends were here. he clearly told them to not watch the photoshoot but they still did. 

and oh, that comment from xiao almost made him blush. xiao only speaks the truth, and if he said that he and y/n look cute together, then they really do look cute together.

“uh-oh… and now they’re attacking her on twitter…” kazuha said while scrolling through his phone. childe leans in to look at kazuha’s phone and frowned.

“that’s so fucking childish.”

“you dragged her into this. what are you going to do now, scara?” 

“i’m going to find her.” that’s all he said as he grabbed his bag and left the room. his fangirls started screaming and taking pictures of him but he continued walking, not sparing them a single glance.

kuni stopped by the uni’s bakery and bought three strawberry milk and two strawberry shortcake. he knew that these are y/n’s favorites. he should at least give her something when he’s apologizing, right?

he tried finding her around the campus but she’s nowhere to be found. did she go home?

he took his phone from his pocket and sent her a message.

[ kuni ]

hey 

ding.

[ y/n ]

yea? 

[ kuni ]

where the fuck are you?

after a couple of bantering, kuni got an idea where she was hiding. i mean, sometimes he would go there too if he’s tired of running from his fangirls. so adjusting his cap, he put his phone back to his pocket and started running towards the 3rd building.

he was right. y/n is sitting at the corner while staring into space, but she turns her head to look at him.

“fucking finally.”

he walks and sits beside her. y/n was quiet, she’s just staring at him until her gaze landed on the paperbag he’s holding. and without saying anything, kuni gives it to her. 

“what is that?”

a gift, obviously? “just accept it.”

he removes the cap and fixes his hair. after a few minutes of silence, he apologized to her. y/n said that she doesn’t mind and that she’s already expecting it, but kuni still feels bad.

another reason for him to like her even more.

kuni leans on the wall and just stares at the sky. it was quiet, but this time, it wasn't an awkward silence. 

until— 

“by the way, can i ask you some things?”

kuni looks at her. “things?” 

“yeah. like, your preferences.”

she’s finally letting her guard down around me?

“getting curious about me or something?” kuni can see her face flushing and he fought back the urge to smile. dammit. she’s so cute. 

“n-not really! anyway, is it okay or not?”

i’m okay with everything as long as it’s you. “ask away.”

y/n was silent for a few seconds before clearing her throat and taking a sip from her strawberry milk.

“what’s your favorite color?”

“blue.”

“um, favorite food?” so, we’re starting with the basics?

“...shimi chazuke.”

“favorite sports?”

kuni doesn’t have one, but he doesn’t want to give y/n a bland answer, so he decided to tell her a white lie.

“tennis. and i tried learning ice skating but i couldn’t do it so i gave up.” WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. WHY DID YOU TELL HER THAT?!

feeling embarrassed, he stole a glance at y/n. she’s just staring at him and then she started laughing. kuni was speechless. hearing her talking is already enough for him, but her laugh?

it’s too much. her laugh sounds like music to his ears.

keep your cool and make it look like you’re not interested in them.

oh. right. i almost forgot.

calm the fuck down, kuni. “i know what the hell you’re thinking.”

“sorry. it’s just— i thought you’re athletic but i didn’t know you can’t ice skate.” y/n said between her laughs. normally, he would feel insulted at that kind of remarks. but because it’s y/n l/n, it’s fine. she can insult him whenever she wants, and he will not complain.

woah… down bad much?

“that shit looks easy but it’s so damn difficult to maintain balance.” he remember the time he kept slipping and falling on his butt on the rink. kuni mentally sighed at the memory. “and unlike you, not everyone can walk on an ice rink.”

you’ve done it again. good fucking job, kunikuzushi. now she will start getting suspicious!

“how did you know i can ice skate?” SEE?

kuni decided to keep quiet to avoid saying anything that might raise y/n’s suspicions. he avoided her gaze and tried to change the topic.

“what’s your next question?” please forget it, please forget it, please fucking forget it, y/n.

“this is the last one,” thank god. “what do you like about girls?” 

come again?

he turns his head to look at her. they stare at each other for a minute and kuni thought his heart might leap out of his chest because what the hell? she is looking at him— after years of avoiding him and his gaze, y/n is finally staring at him. call him delusional or anything, but this might mean that she’s comfortable with him now, right? i mean, look at how they are sitting next to each other!

but kuni decided to play safe, he doesn’t want to break this moment so he chose the safest answer. “i don’t know. if i like her, then i like her.”

he observed y/n’s reaction— calm. he grins and added, “also, if i feel comfortable around her, then that’s an advantage.”

without thinking, he reaches out and wipes the cream from y/n’s lips and smiles.

“like this. i feel suffocated around other girls but it’s different when i’m with you, y/n.”

he tried— tried his best not to say those three words to her as he pulled his hand back and licked the cream from his fingers. guh, too sweet.

y/n didn’t move. she’s just staring at him, eyes wide. she was like that for a few minutes before snapping back to reality. she blinked at him.

“what just… huh?”

“you had cream on your lips.”

“i-i could wipe them off myself, you know! you didn’t have to do that!”

“too late. already did.”

she opened her mouth to say something, but she sighed in defeat and finished the remaining cake and strawberry milk. they spent the remaining vacant time in silence until y/n stood up.

kuni looked up at her. “leaving already?”

y/n nodded, “uh.. thanks for the shortcake and strawberry milk. and for the answers.”

without waiting for his reply, she turned on her heel and left. 

but she stopped when she reached the door.

“see you tomorrow, scara.” then the door closed.

kuni stared at the place y/n disappeared to, still processing what he just heard.

“see you tomorrow, scara.”

does this mean… we’re okay now? i can finally be with her?

he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on the wall, smiling to himself. he’s already thinking of things to do with her now that y/n is not avoiding him anymore.

“goddammit, y/n. took you long enough to notice me.”

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― or in which you try to avoid falling for your crush but fate has other plans. 」

― ⌑

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[seventipesos]

how (not) to fall in love.

→ BONUS: hints

( happened after chapter 39!! and again, not proofread :"D it was difficult writing this one 🥴 )

the car was still, but your heartbeat wasn’t. it thuds like a drum against your chest as you stared out the window, watching the mansion inch closer with every breath you took. your fingers tugged at the hem of your sleeve, twisting the fabric again and again to ease your nervousness.

you sat in the passenger seat beside scaramouche, who looked awfully calm. his hands rested easily on the steering wheel, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips as he glanced your way. you tried to smile back, but it faltered halfway.

tonight wasn’t just dinner.

tonight wasn’t just “meet my mom.”

tonight, you were about to meet the woman who lit up the cinema screens since before she was old enough to gain the title "the face of teyvat."

raiden ei wasn’t just a mother—she was a legend. a very well-known figure. the kind of woman that every corner, and every people in teyvat have heard of.

and now… you were expected to shake that legend’s hand and say, “hi, i’m dating your son.”

your thoughts were a mess and full of self-doubt. is this really okay? is my outfit okay? do i look okay? what if ms. ei doesn’t like me?!

you're just wearing a simple white sleeveless top, beige cardigan, skinny jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. that's all. but you're starting to get nervous because what if scaramouche's mother is expecting someone who wears dresses? like those girly girls wears?

scara reached over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “you’re going to be fine,” he said softly.

you nodded, though the pit in your stomach begged to differ. the word “fine” felt foreign somehow, and right now, you were stuck somewhere between awe and panic.

but scara kept driving, the gates opened, and the car kept moving.

no turning back now.

buckle up, y/n.

― ⌑

“wait here.” scara kissed your temple and left. you sat on the couch and looked around.

the interior doesn’t scream wealth— rather, it screams simplicity. the living room was wide—too wide—you were a hundred percent sure that it was bigger than your whole apartment. the designs and furnitures were simple. there’s a single chandelier hanging on the high ceiling, and the walls were painted a soft cream color, with gold trim along the edges.

your eyes landed on the paintings that lined the walls. without thinking, you slowly walked towards them and stared at the piece one by one.

judging by the strokes, these probably cost millions…

“they're beautiful, aren't they?" you almost jumped at the sudden voice and you turn around to see who it was.

but as soon as your e/c met with lilac ones, you froze. holy archons— it’s raiden ei in the flesh!

“y/n l/n, right?” she gave you a gentle smile and holds out her hand. you secretly wiped your hand on your pants and accepted it.

“y-yes, ma’am..” ohmygod she’s so stunning. i can see where scara got his good genes because what the fuck, they kicks!

she chuckled, “no need for formalities. just ei is fine.”

“but—”

“oh, actually, i think i'd prefer 'mom' more."

MOM?!

upon seeing your reaction, ei chuckles and returns her gaze to the paintings. “i remember that time when my son suddenly came home carrying these paintings."—wait, going straight to storytelling already?!— "i was so confused because he wasn’t interested in art. he never even batted an eye on it, so imagine my surprise when he told me that he will start studying and learning arts when he enters college.”

you didn’t say anything, you keep listening to her as you stare at the painting in front of you.

“not only that, he also started doing things he never did and tried learning them. i was worried, i thought he’s having a hard time choosing his career once he graduates that’s why he started trying different hobbies… turns out he’s not doing them for himself.”

“why?”

ms. ei looks at you and smiled, “even i don’t know, dear. but i’m happy that i finally got to meet you, not on screen, but in person.”

"not on screen"...?

“surely you’re not telling her some embarrassing stories, mom?”

another voice chimed in and you mentally took a deep breath to calm down. like mother, like son. they keep scaring you by suddenly appearing and talking without announcing themselves!

“i was about to, but you interrupted us.”

“yeah, very funny.”

scaramouche walked closer and wrapped his arm around your waist. you felt your face flushing and you tried your best to stay calm while being in the presence of his mother.

“we’re heading to my room. you don’t need to cook for us, i already ordered take outs.”

ms. ei blinked at the two of you then looks at her watch.

“right. actually, yae will be arriving here soon. i have an urgent meeting and as long as i want to spend time talking with you, y/n, i’m afraid we will have to do that next time." she shoots you a knowing look, "anyway, go and have fun with my son— but try to minimize it, okay?”

― ⌑

“i.. thought we would eat dinner together that's why you invited me here. it’s a shame that your mom has an urgent meeting.”

“don’t worry, this always happens. are you disappointed?”

“nope! sorry, keep going.”

you’re currently sitting on his mini couch in his room, meanwhile scaramouche, he’s busy choosing cds because you decided to have a movie night now that dinner with his mother was cancelled.

this still feels like a dream, to be honest.

from those days watching from the sidelines, simply admiring him from afar, even making sketches of him, to being his girlfriend.

it felt like you skipped a few chapters to reach here.

while watching your boyfriend— wow that still feels awkward, and so new—, you remember ei's words from earlier.

“turns out he’s not doing them for himself.”

“but i’m happy that i finally got to meet you, not on screen, but in person.”

don’t tell me…

you don’t want to jump to conclusions, so you called out to him to ask for confirmation.

“...scara?”

“yeah?”

“why did your mom ask you to do another photoshoot with me that day? it also sounded like she has already heard about me before.”

scaramouche stopped. he turns to face you. “..we will have to skip this movie night to answer that, is that okay?”

you smiled and nodded at him.

“you’re not actually going to tell me your life story, aren't you?” you joked. scaramouche sits beside you and leans on the couch. he gently takes your hand and plays with your fingers.

“if this will make you feel better… half of that life story includes you, y/n.”

“eh?”

scaramouche shifted on his seat but he didn't let go of your hand. silence envelopes the two of you and you can literally hear your own heart beating.

he was silent for a few minutes before speaking.

“i always watch your competitions.” he started in a low voice, “do you remember receiving flowers and plushies from the sender named ‘kn’?”

of course.

every time you’re finished with your skating competitions, you’ll receive gifts from someone you have never met. a complete stranger, to be exact. even if you didn’t win, or just placed as a runner-up, you would still receive them, along with short messages of encouragement.

that kn guy kept giving you gifts to the point that your friends named him "mr. secret and anonymous fan”. to others, it might look like they’re a creep or stalker but for you, they became your inspiration— to keep going even after you lost.

after all, you don't want to disappoint them, and let their efforts to support you go to waste. accepting their gifts is your only way to show gratitude because this secret fan of yours seemed shy and would rather stay hidden in the shadows.

and now you’re telling me, that that person… is the same person you’ve been liking for so long?

fate is so funny.

and this is too realistic to be a coincidence.

now the question is, who noticed who, and who liked who first?

“you’re kn?” you asked, still processing it. scaramouche smiled and nodded.

“this might sound funny and embarrassing to you, but i first saw you falling on the ice rink after failing to land an axel.”

wow. what a crazy first impression.

“..when did that happen?”

“when i went with my mom to buy something at the mall. she was taking too long so i decided to wander around while waiting.” he sat up, “before i knew it, i’m already outside the ice rink. you know, right beside the barracks or something.”

“ice rink inside the mall… that’s in fontaine.”

“yeah. and you were in training and preparing for an upcoming competition that time.”

he even knew that?

you don’t know what to say, so you kept quiet and scara took that as a sign to continue.

“and ever since that day, i kept coming back to the rink to watch you. ice skating looks fun, so i tried learning it.”

“...like that time on the rooftop when you told me you tried learning ice skating but gave up.”

“heh, you remember that?”

“of course. i was so confused at that time because i never told anyone i used to ice skate before.”

scaramouche laughed. “your face when i accidentally said that, though.”

“shut up.” you hit his arm and remove your hand from his.

you found yourself being deep in thoughts. again.

scaramouche already knew me, right even before we interact with each other. he already knew i existed before i even met him. and he’s seen me enter competitions, and even watch my training back when i was still in fontaine... he also tried learning it.

“i remember that time when my son suddenly came home carrying these paintings. i was so confused because he wasn’t interested in art. he never even batted an eye on it, so imagine my surprise when he told me that he will start studying and learning arts when he enters college.”

you stopped ice skating and started focusing on arts in high school.

“not only that, he also started doing things he never did and tried learning them. i was worried, i thought he’s having a hard time choosing his career once he graduates that’s why he started trying different hobbies… turns out he’s not doing them for himself.”

he did them for you.

scaramouche started learning the things you loved for you.

oh god...

“why…?” you finally managed to talk, you slowly looked at him, “how… since when? why?”

“do i really need a reason?” he smiled, “it just happened. at first, it was just a simple admiration because you can do something that not everyone can do even if they put their mind and heart to it, y/n.”

he took a deep breath. “and before i knew it, my heart started beating in crazy ways i knew that isn’t normal every time i look and think about you.”

“why learn them then…?”

he shrugs.

“‘if you want someone to love you the same way you love them, learn to love the things that they love first. it will work easier that way’. that was what mom told me.”

scaramouche rests his head on your shoulder.

“she was also the one who told me to send you gifts if i don’t want to give them to you in person. i never knew that she noticed me watching your competitions even though i tried my best to keep it from her. that's why when i told her the pr photoshoot is happening again, i may have mentioned that you were going to be my partner, so she asked me to do another one with you."

“i’m happy that i finally got to meet you, not on screen, but in person.”

you let out a short laugh, and you wiped the tears you didn’t notice that’s already falling from your eyes.

“this is ridiculous.” you said, still laughing

“wow rude.”

“no, i mean… this whole admiring from afar and not bothering to make an effort to approach thing.. i just found it ridiculous because i did that, too. what a crazy coincidence, scara.”

you finally calmed down and you lowered your head.

“i have a bunch of sketchbooks dedicated only to you.” you started, still avoiding his gaze.

"like, those sketchbooks you refused to let me have a look at when i visited your apartment?"

you nodded. “the first time i saw you was when you were playing basketball and tennis. i never believe in love at first sight but after seeing you... well, i fell in love. sounds cliche, isn't it?"

scara shook his head, and he laced his fingers with yours. "no, keep going."

you purse your lips and took a deep breath before continuing your little story.

"then... instead of bothering to talk to you, i just drew you. i was too shy to approach you, you know? you have crazy fangirls who wouldn't hesitate to shove someone to the side if they notice someone trying to talk to you.

“i made my sketchbooks my comfort because i already accepted the fact that you, a popular student, would never notice a normal student like me, so i drew. i drew and made bunch of sketches of the person i admire and love so much because even though i cannot have him, at least i still have—”

you didn’t finish what you were saying because scaramouche wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

“you have me now.” scaramouche whispers in your ear. “you’re right, we were two shy idiots who were scared to confess. but that’s in the past. you have me, i have you now. and i love you, y/n. i really do, and always will.”

you’re so unfair..

you pressed your face to his chest, and scara held you tighter. this is really happening. this is not like the dream i’ve been dreaming before..

"also... you have to call me kuni from now on, alright?"

you can hear his heartbeat, it was slow and steady, unlike yours. but who cares?

after years of hiding your feelings, you’re finally here―in each other’s arms. no more push-and-pulls. no more holding back.

the empty lock in your heart that you thought was going to be alone forever has finally met its key. and that’s all that matters.

“i love you too... kuni.”

fate really is funny, indeed. it gave you both a bunch of hints, but you chose to ignore it and stay in your comfort zone and just love in silence.

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a/n: this is really just a bonus chap hehe. meeting ei + a little spoiler from scara's pov + of course moments with him 🤭

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「 SYNOPSIS: your best friend is tired of being single. she wants to fall in love. she wants to become like the female leads she's watching from romance movies. so being the supportive and kind best friend you are, you decided to help her! except that the guy she has her eyes on happens to be your long-term crush from your middle-high school days. surely, you're not the one who will fall for him... right?

― or in which you try to avoid falling for your crush but fate has other plans. 」

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no patriarch yet 😭😭

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a fragile game you play (with the ghosts of yesterday)

pairing: Guide!Wanderer x Traveler!Reader

wc: 1.5k

synopsis: While trying to locate elusive Aranara, Wanderer is trying to make sense of his feelings after remembering someone long forgotten. You are there beside him, witnessing his struggle with himself.

warnings: wanderer's POV, minor character death, mention of illness, (almost) panic attack, wanderer is emotionally constipated, abandonment issues, maybe spoilers for some part of the Sumeru Archon quest.

notes: This is from a random thought I had where wanderer is like paimon to the traveler, so basically like their guide throughout teyvat. they are on their way to do the aranara quest here. this post was inspired by a tag on this post that was like "unedited we ball" and I thought, why tf not post this, it has been rotting in my drafts for long enough. the header is from an old-ass genshin event with aranara like 2 years ago or something, it was the only screenshot of him and aranara that I had in my camera roll. lowkey hope this finds the discerning audience of awesome authors I admire. title is from the song Mark the Graves by Linkin Park. Dividers are by @uzmacchiato enjoy, my beloveds.

There seems to be a pain in his heart when he breathes, and the sensation catches Wanderer like a net ensnares unsuspecting fish. He has no heart, just as he has no breath. Puppets have no need for either. He glances ahead at the women holding their children and walking away, back to their homes. The children had been giggling around him just a few moments ago and, spotting his anemo vision, bid him to draw up a wind to make the leaves and flower petals dance. He obliged. Their tiny hands and trusting smiles brought back something deep from the recesses of his mind and he sees a face he wishes he could forget. The swirls of his (controlled) wind made them laugh, and their laughter made him smile in turn. He can allow himself this much. Reminiscing can't hurt people, he thinks, closing his eyes. That's why the humans do it so often.

It can't hurt to remember a child's delicate face, peals of laughter and deep set kind eyes, but, they're not deep set, are they? They're sunken in, with bruise-like dark circles around wet eyelashes that were just too long for a boy. The cheekbones are sharp with a diseased pallor, the eyes open, empty.

In an instant, he is standing in the house of his nightmares and a waifish child corpse greets him, clutching a doll with a feeble grip. The pale faced corpse looks at him, or perhaps at nothing at all and the memory burns behind his eyelids like the sting of betrayals and broken promises.

His hand comes up to his chest as his grief makes him breathless. His clothes feel like sandpaper. What's the use of a stupid muscle in his body when there is no blood in his veins or lungs when there is no need for him to breathe. Why make him touch divinity to be powerless? Why give him life if he was just going to be thrown—

"You have a teeny tiny soft spot for kids it seems," a voice interrupts his pain.

He schools his face into indifference, blinks the tears away. He's on the outskirts of Sumeru (not Inazuma, not anymore) and the children are gone now, not even pinpricks in the distance. It's sunset, and the hues of orange paint everything in the delicate shade of memory. The Traveler stands beside him, a soft smile on their face.

"Unnecessary animosity towards feeble things is a waste of time," he stands up and dusts off his garments, "Have you bought everything you need or did you get sidetracked by something inane again?"

"No, I got everything we need. And I do not get sidetracked by—"

"Then I suggest we keep moving. I think I saw an Aranara there." He grabs the pack and slings it over his shoulders. He takes a few steps too quickly and the Traveler struggles to keep up.

"I can carry my things, you know." They come up right next to him and make to grab the pack from his shoulders.

"I'm giving you permission to make good use of my kindness. You have only this opportunity."

"Hey! Wait up! You're walking too fast! HEY!"

He keeps walking and they follow, mumbling about strength and unnecessary endurance training. The soft scrunches of grass trailing behind affirm they're following close behind. It's not an unwelcome sound, but his mind is still a tangle of emotions and everything feels like it's trying to suffocate him.

There are things he'd like to say. That he should say. The Traveler is perhaps the only one who wants to befriend him in this world, at least. Wandering about Teyvat and exploring hidden corners of the realm had its appeal a few hundred years ago, but not anymore. He wants to thank them, especially for putting up with his shitty mood after facing his—his Maker.

Sumeru is a welcome change of scenery. The verdant plains lifted his spirits, and perhaps sensing his better mood, the Traveler wants to ask him some things. He can't have that conversation now, not right now, but maybe sometime later, he'd tell them of how he came into being, how he truly feels, and maybe even… how he's grateful for them in his life.

"The pack is heavy, you know. I know you're like, some kind of immortal being, or something, but you really don't have to carry it the whole journey. I'll feel bad." They tug at the strap on his shoulder, and his hands move to grab at their hand.

"Don't bother. I don't feel anything."

Oh, what a lie. That is not what he was trying to say at all. He was trying to go for something eloquent like: The burden is of next to no consequence. They look a bit startled at his sharp tone, did he overdo it?

He has stopped walking and, he realizes belatedly, he still has their hand in his. He lets go like he touched lightning, but their warmth still lingers. The Traveler does not recoil at his sudden movement. He sees himself in their eyes, and his face looks like he's in some kind of pain.

They take his hand in theirs. "What is it?" The whisper is petal soft, but it cuts into him all the same.

He wants to say, 'My creator made me with sparring in mind, you know? To spar against the most exalted and brilliant form of lightning. You don't need to worry about your measly backpack, it'll take more than that to crack my spine. I know exactly what it would take.'

It's not just about the backpack, he knows this. It's all a tangle in his heart, but he wants to say...something, and wills his mouth to form some words, but his lips remain as they are. Set in a thin line, a wretched mirror of the face in Tenshukaku.

He does not possess the ease with which to speak in soft words, without the bite of sarcasm. Looking into their inquisitive eyes, however, he finds the words come to mind easily enough, 'I do not mind doing this for you,' and 'I have been used all my life by people I did not want for a purpose I couldn't fulfill', or more wretchedly, 'It is not a burden to me, you are not a burden to me, let me do this for you willingly, let me be of use to you.'

The words come up to his throat and die there. Perhaps this reticence is also a gift from his Maker.

He snatches his hand away and keeps walking. The Traveler catches up, and he feels a pair of eyes bore into his face. When he turns to look at them, their expression is a bit…pinched? Or is it they look a bit… concerned? That must be it. Far be it from his companion to be pained on his behalf. They're just concerned…about his abilities as a guide. Yes, that's it. Maybe his distraction this afternoon made them think he is not serious about their journey. That must be it. He hopes it's not anything else. They start to speak, and it feels he's like walking straight into a landslide of feelings he has been actively avoiding, and no, no, no, just no—not today. He walks a bit faster and silently wills the Traveler not to say a word.

"Are we continuing this scenic hike in meaningful silence till we find that Aranara?"

"You will find, Traveler, that speaking is often silver, but silence is always gold." His heart is beating too fast, and did he seem too pathetic earlier? Archons, did he look like he was crying?

He walks faster and the Traveler catches up. They look like they're going to say something. He feels breathless once again, and for entirely different reasons, now. This conversation is veering towards a dangerous route, and he does not have the stomach or vocabulary for it. Besides, it is now nighttime, and the aesthetic view for exchanges of emotional depth has long since passed.

To his relief, they shrug. "Fine by me. You can keep that mysterious brooding thing going. It's charming, really." They run a hand through their hair, and stare off into the path ahead. "Why are we headed to Mawtiyima?"

"You've got a chance to stock up for yourself. It's time for me to gather my provisions."

"Thought you said you don't need to eat."

"I don't. But some things are not pursued out of necessity."

He bends down and picks up a rukkhashava mushroom and puts it in his own satchel. He can hear the vague thump, thump, thump, of an approaching slime. Ah, there's also fungi floating around. Lovely.

"Well then, shall we go and see what else we can collect while farming for these mushrooms?"

"What do you mean, what else we can collect-oh no no no these are—"

The slime chucks a smaller pyro slime at them, and they both get to their fighting stances. The Traveller laughs in glee as his elements hit the slime, while his anemo swirls the element to hit their airborne enemies.

The hard conversations could wait until after they've dealt with this. Maybe, just maybe, they will move on from today like it never happened.

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Hope this guy comes home at 10 pulls 🫠

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Reconciled in the Spring

ft. sunday / wc : 2.1k

tags : childhood friends to lovers, fluff to angst to fluff, misunderstandings, naivety (on your part), gopher wood being a manipulator, penacony disaster, lonely sunday

series masterlist / general masterlist

for as long as sunday could remember, you had always been there next to him. he met you sometime in the spring of his childhood when you both were like any other children, sweet and kind, and free from the troubles of the world. you weren’t family, but he treated you as such. and just like his little sister, you had a habit of straying away from the warm nest that sheltered you from harm.

the first time you tried leaving the cage, you were seven.

like most kids who thrived on external validation, you made an effort to befriend the other kids in school. they were nice kids, but sunday knew they were too brash for your nature. after all, he was once like you, trying to conform just to feel a sense of belonging. but their dirt-stained clothes and loud-mouth commands had completely overwhelmed his gentle touches and sensitive heart. so he chose to shield himself away, forlorn figure distantly observing them bonding in the playground. those days were lonelier than he would like to admit, but they led him to you, and that was more than he could ever ask for.

his pessimistic hindsight proved to be true when you came to him crying one afternoon, telling him how they had pushed too much and shoved too hard during playtime, even when you told them to stop. he nodded silently, he understood.

“just play with me from now on, okay?” he said as he bought you your favorite ice cream from the dreamscape vendor. you had stopped crying by then, accepting his treat as a token of your friendship. you two found a swing to sit on, basking in comfortable silence as you absentmindedly licked at the dessert.

“sunny,” you called out. sunday thought you looked most beautiful like this, ice cream smudged on your snotty nose and puffy eyes twinkling with a childlike charm.

“please, don’t call me that. you know i don’t—”

“you’re my favorite person.”

time seemed to slow down. it hurt him to hear you say such words so simply, so purely. all was too much for a boy who never knew he was capable of receiving affection. he should’ve known it then, that your naive nature would be the death of him. what a pity it was, that he had trusted you with his whole being.

you were still preoccupied with eating your ice cream, unaware you had just tilted his world on its axis. your eyes were closed, lips quirked up in a smile from the heavenly taste on your tongue. faint dust hung midair, blanketing your face in a soft glow that could parallel an angel’s halo. sunday felt overwhelming affection as he carved the image into his memory, folded and tucked it into a small corner of his heart.

“oh no! it’s melting!” you exclaimed as sweet nectar dripped down the cone and onto your fingers. sunday smiled tenderly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief reserved just for you (you always needed it, one mishap or another).

“thanks,” you gave him a toothy grin as you took it from his lithe fingers.

at the age of seven, sunday didn’t know a lot of things. but he knew he loved you then, and he would love you for a long time.

you were fourteen when the cocoon that wrapped around you metamorphosed into a social butterfly. you now mingled with the kids you once avoided after years of discipline and manners caused them to mellow down. you liked them, and they liked you. so you partied and danced your way through your teenage years with your new friends. in contrast, sunday never learned to fit in. however, that didn’t matter because you would always come back to him.

“you’re still my favorite person, sunny,” you had told him.

but deep down he knew he was losing you. he knew the occasional meetups would become passing glances, and that all too soon he would be nothing more than a passing memory. the seasons passed and the distance grew. your hand that once grasped tightly onto his began to slip away and there was nothing he could do. your summer arrived, yet he failed to move on, still desperately hanging onto the spring of his childhood memories.

and then, gopher wood approached him. sunday failed to notice the words that dripped with honey were instead laced with poison, coaxing him into self-destruction. you had busted open your cage, flapping your wings to freedom while sunday locked himself in as he walked down a path of isolation.

sunday was sixteen when he knew you had let him go.

at twenty, sunday stayed true to his lineage, inheriting his place as head of the oak family. you grew up chasing your hopes and dreams, and with a flourishing adult life, you met someone new. the last traces of sunday began to slip from your mind as the sweet touches and lingering gazes closed the wounds your old friend left behind. love followed, like it did in most cases, and the memories of boy you once treasured vanished completely.

you happened to stumble across robin one day after her concert, and she was kind enough to spare a few minutes of her time for some small talk. you opened up about your accomplished life and all the fruits you’d harvested for yourself. the biggest surprise came before her departure, when you handed her two invitations. your last name was now replaced with another, brandished cleanly on the crisp paper. she smiled in shock, congratulating you before you parted ways.

robin excitedly shared the news with sunday as soon as they met up, unaware it only pushed him further into his grey sadness. the memories of you still remained, although they had long eroded over time. you were just a fleeting moment on the longwinded road he treaded upon. sunday had lost himself somewhere along the way, now trapped in hazy mist and shrouded darkness. but the dreammaster assured him that he was the savior this world needed, and there was no turning back.

unbeknownst to you, tragedy would befall your homeland before sacred vows could be uttered from your lips. after the collapse of the dreamscape, the family lost control of penacony and sunday was exiled. he knew he had lost robin now, and you forever. your journeys diverged from there, destined to never meet again.

rumors spread like wildfires following his downfall. upon finding out about gopher wood’s ulterior motives for approaching his adopted children, you began to question how you never saw the signs. you had always assumed sunday was a quiet kid who would step out of his shell eventually. your blissful ignorance had failed to show you his terribly tragic reality. guilt crept into your veins as you realized how sunday was always lonely, not alone. you should’ve held on tighter, pulled him closer before he walked away completely. but you were too busy experiencing the joys of your teenage dreams to notice the shadow creeping up behind him. you knew nothing.

your relationship wasn’t faring well either, as the thrill died down and you fell out of love. you separated with the one you thought you cared for the most and your mind unconsciously drifted to your childhood friend. you missed him and his blue hair as soft as his feathers. you were the only person given the privilege to touch his halovian features, the only one he let down his walls for. he had always been there weathering the storms and witnessing the sunny fields by your side. sunday used to say he reserved a place in his heart, just for you.

epiphany struck when you realized that he loved you, he always had. he had been stagnant all those years, waiting for you to return, but you never did. and now, it was too late. he had stepped onto the astral express, salvaging what little integrity he had left for redemption.

and despite changing with the flow of time, the one thing that still remained was your unwavering optimism. so, you persisted. you dug for information on his whereabouts for months, eventually resorting to tipping a bloodhound member a handsome amount for the answers to your questions. you were told that sunday had joined the nameless, and soon set out to find him yourself. for years you traversed the universe to chase down the one you had left behind.

it was by pure luck that you somehow ended up at the same destination the astral express was set to explore, and stumbled upon a well-spoken man who went by the name of welt yang.

“i’m looking for someone i lost,” you told him.

“and you need to join us to find him?”

you nodded.

despite your disheveled figure and heaving breaths, welt could see determination burn bright in your heart. you were taken by surprise when he immediately agreed to let you on the train, as if he already knew what your real goal was. you became a temporary member on the express that day, and welt had assigned you to room with sunday. “he hasn’t said it out loud, but it seems he has been waiting for you as well,” welt said, a knowing look on his face.

now, you stood in front of the door hesitant to knock. you were once separated from him by layers of storm and rain, by misunderstandings and unspoken wishes. after years of tirelessly searching the corners of the universe, you had come back to him, just as he hoped you would. now, the only thing keeping you apart was a wooden door, yet you still felt as nervous as the day you first met. would everything go back to the way that it was? or would he fall apart, pushing you away once more? you’d come this far, and there was only one way to find out.

you knocked, knuckles rattling on the surface. he remained silent on the other side. so you knocked again. sunday’s footsteps gradually approached the door. you heard his voice now, muffled by the wood but still as soft as you remembered. “is there something you need me for—” he opened the door and your eyes met. a silence hung in the air.

sunday blinked rapidly, as if he couldn’t believe you were here. you took in his form. he was tired, and weaker than you had expected him to be. but the light was returning to his face, and the strength to his body. the express was treating him well.

“(name)?” he asked, an almost painful expression on his face.

“i’ve been looking for you for years,” you began explaining, “and i heard you joined the nameless so i’ve been tracking down your next destination. after what happened at penacony you completely disappeared without a trace and i was worried—”

overwhelmed by the situation, the words spilled endlessly from your lips. “and i heard what gopher wood did and i had no idea what you were going through and i just left you.”

“(name)—”

“i’m sorry i—”

“(name), it’s not your fault, you knew nothing.”

you stopped your ranting. the look in his eyes told you he understood. he always understood.

“but you knew everything,” you sobbed out.

planets collided, stars aligned, and with a gentle nudge from fate, you threw yourself into his arms. the embrace was warm and gentle, reminiscent of the time you spent with each other. your rainbow bled into sunday’s reality, coloring his world once again.

at twenty seven, you and sunday laid on the floor of the astral express, gazes trained on the constellations passing by. with your hands intertwined and hearts reunited, sunday asked what he had longed to all this time.

“(name),” he murmured, “what are we?”

“well,” you turned to him, “you’re mine, and i’m yours.”

“you’ve always been a free bird. you were never anyone’s.” he knew the cage had never existed for you in the first place.

“but no matter how far i fly, i’ll come back to you, always.”

and then, you kissed him.

sunday’s gut told him he shouldn’t fall into your love trap as he did before. he knew no matter how honeyed your words were, you would undoubtedly stray from him time and time again on this perilous journey. but he couldn’t help it. he had been locked in his own prison for far too long, and it was time he shattered the iron bars to pieces.

so he let you in his heart again, and forevermore.

a/n : i feel like this could have been longer/more detailed but i didn't want to lose inspiration halfway so apologies for the weird pacing 😭 anyways this was a very fun write, hope u enjoy reading!!

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sharing this Alkaid art of mine, first time using digital 😅

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Feeling romantic, eh? Well it has been a little while since I welcomed myself to your inbox and have returned with love. But not just that! A request as well. Rather than my series of flowers, I think it's time for music.

"The Legend Of The Blue Eyes" - Anaxa x Astrologist! Reader

This is a series that I think has music that may... inspire you. It will be your only prompt to go off of besides the reader being an Astrologist as well as an Astronomer. Fluff, Angst- It matters not. These will be targeted towards Anaxa, and he alone. Enjoy, ma amour. (This is totally not an idea I had but haven't had the confidence to write. So, you'll enjoy this dynamic I'm sure.)

“If the Gods Fall, Let the Stars Remember Me”

Summary: In a world governed by celestial fate and divine tyranny, you—a battle-scarred astrologist—find yourself slowly unraveling under the weight of your past and the growing pull of an eccentric scholar who dares to challenge the gods. As Anaxagoras pursues truth with reckless brilliance, and you shield your beloved ward with fierce devotion, an unlikely intimacy forms between you—one forged through shared loss, quiet defiance, and the fragile hope that love, too, might be written in the stars.

Tags: Anaxa x Reader, Vanitas-inspired, Jeanne based Reader, Fluff & Angst, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Experimental Love, Tragic Romance, Still Life Symbolism, Emotionally Vulnerable Characters, Forbidden Knowledge, Protective Reader, Scholar x Warrior/Astrologist Dynamic.

Warnings: Past abuse and trauma (enslavement, coercion), Death and grief, Self-worth issues, Emotional breakdowns, Mentions of physical violence and manipulation, Existential themes (mortality, gods, divine rebellion), Bittersweet/ambiguous ending, Use of his full name (because I don't want him to leave me alone).

A/N: So, I guess... This is the start of a new series?

Tagslist: @sewoui

The first time you met Anaxagoras, it was beneath the shattered remains of the Starfall Observatory. The sky was blistered with constellations long since banned from worship, and you had blood on your hands—though not your own.

You had your blade pressed against a noble's throat. He had mocked your ward. Called the child a "pet." The noble didn’t get the chance to say another word before you silenced him with a wordless snarl.

That was when he spoke. Not the noble. Anaxagoras.

"I see your stars have teeth. Fascinating."

You turned, startled by the unexpected guest standing in the rubble. He looked... odd. Pale skin, spectral hair draped over his shoulder like seaweed through moonlight, and eye like broken galaxies—pale aqua seared with magenta. A golden-patterned eyepatch gleamed over his left eye, and his smile held the weight of both satire and tragedy.

The child behind you tugged at your cloak.

"They hurt me," the child whispered. You nodded, and without a word, left the noble's body to the collapsing stars.

The second time was different.

You had just mapped the soulburst trail of an extinct comet, and Anaxa was sitting cross-legged on the table of your study, flipping through your star maps like one might flip through a scandalous novel.

"The way you chart the cosmos is so... emotional. Like you're writing poetry to the gods."

"And you're desecrating divine cadavers to prove they're mortal."

He grinned, utterly delighted. "We make a fine pair."

You hated how fast your cheeks flushed.

The third time, he found you sobbing.

Not because you were weak, but because someone had tricked you. Lied about the child’s safety. You had surrendered to the enemy, let yourself be chained and humiliated—all because you'd believed your ward had died screaming.

When the truth was revealed, you wanted to tear the liar's throat out.

But instead, Anaxa held you.

He didn't speak. Just let you scream into his shoulder until your voice cracked like brittle moonlight.

"If truth is pain," he whispered finally, "then you're the most honest person I've ever met."

You clung to him, shaking. Not from grief. From relief.

It became a ritual. You, the once-ruthless protector, reading the stars. Him, the foolish scholar, trying to dethrone them.

When he showed you his soul-seeing eye, you didn’t flinch. You simply asked, "What do you see when you look at me?"

He hesitated.

"I see a constellation too beautiful to name."

That night, under a burning aurora shaped like a shattered crown, you kissed him.

But love, to you, was dangerous.

You had never been allowed it before. You feared it. It made you reckless, vulnerable. You wanted to own it, dominate it, like a caged starmare longing to outrun the night.

You whispered things you shouldn't. Held him too tightly when nightmares seized you. Touched him when you shouldn't have, and cried afterward, convinced you'd ruined something sacred.

But he never looked away.

He never stopped coming back.

One night, he laid out an arrangement of vanitas symbols—wilted flowers, broken instruments, gold tarnished with acid.

"This," he said, gesturing at the still life, "is how the world sees me. A failed scholar, a madman. Disposable."

You knelt beside him and placed your hand over the crimson tattoo on his right.

"Then they're blind. Because I see someone who made me believe I was more than a weapon."

He swallowed. You had never seen him look so... small.

"Don't go tomorrow," you said.

"I have to. The experiment must be finished."

"You don't have to prove anything. Not to them. Not to the gods."

He turned to you, tears forming like stardust in his remaining eye.

"I'm not doing it for them. I'm doing it for you. For a future where people like you aren’t born in chains."

You broke that night.

And he held you as if he was the fragile one.

They never recovered the body. But your ward found a final letter, hidden in a hollow telescope.

"If the gods fall, may the stars remember me. And if I fail, let my ashes guide you home."

You etched those words onto a monument of shattered astrolabes.

You still watch the stars.

And every time you see a flicker of pale aqua and magenta dancing across the night sky, you smile.

You whisper, "Truth never dies."

And somewhere, through the veil of dead gods and broken prophecies, you know Anaxagorus hears you.

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Yandere Memes Compilation (HSR)

Part 2

I decided to try something new! I was giggling the whole time😼 I hope y’all like it! Lemme know if you want more!

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FROM LIPS TO HIPS.

paring : phainon, mydei, sunday, moze, anaxa x f!reader (separate)

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal), filthy sēx, blow job, virgin reader, mirror sēx, gentle moze, rough mydei, pet-names, degradation, spanking, nipple play and hōrny men. (mdni)

synopsis : He didn’t expect you to be that good in a blow job for the first time…welp…I guess he gotta fuck you properly huh?

note : not proof read, sorryyy!!! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

You're on your knees between his thighs, eyes wide and lips slick with pink gloss. You’d been so shy at first, fidgeting with your fingers, but now? Now you're sucking him down like you were born for it.

Phainon’s fingers tighten slightly in your hair, not pulling—never pulling—but guiding, letting his touch stay gentle even as he stares down at you with parted lips and stunned eyes. “Sweetheart…” he breathes out, his voice catching. “You sure this is your first time?”

You hum around him, lashes fluttering, your doe eyes looking up through smudged mascara with the kind of innocent glow that shouldn’t match the filth of your mouth working his cock. Each movement of your tongue has him twitching in your throat, his free hand flexing helplessly at his side.

“Gods…” he whispers, tilting his head back for a second as his hips roll forward, just once. “You’re driving me insane.”

He doesn't last long. He pulls out gently, breathing hard, staring down at your messy, spit-slick mouth, his cock glistening in the low light. You swallow, still looking up at him, all glossy and wrecked and so proud of what you just did.

Phainon exhales a shaky laugh, brushing your hair away from your face. “That mouth is going to be trouble for me, isn’t it?”

You grin, a little shy again now, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “Did I do good?”

He cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your lip. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You were perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I have no choice now.”

You tilt your head. “No choice?”

He smiles—soft, playful, but dark behind the eyes. “I’ve got to fuck you properly, don’t I?”

Before you can speak, he's lifting you up into his arms like it’s nothing. He lays you on your back, climbing over you with a gaze that’s burning through every inch of your body. His hands are warm on your skin as he undresses you slowly, savoring the sight of you spread out beneath him.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your chest. “Still so shy, even after that? Sweet little thing…”

You moan softly as his mouth finds your nipple, tongue teasing before his teeth close around it in a soft bite. His other hand slides between your thighs, parting them with ease, fingers grazing over how wet you already are.

“Look at you,” he says with a grin. “So worked up and I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers play with your nipple again, giving it a quick, rough pinch that makes your breath hitch. “Sensitive too. That’s adorable.”

You squirm beneath him, your voice breathless. “Please… Phainon…”

“Patience, sweetheart.” His palm comes down gently across your thigh—smack—a teasing, playful spank that makes your legs twitch. “You’re gonna get everything. I just like hearing you beg for it.”

He presses the head of his cock against your entrance, eyes locked on yours, checking every little flicker of your expression.

“You ready?”

You nod fast, eyes wide. “Yes. I want it—I want you.”

Phainon leans in, kissing you softly even as he pushes into you, slow and deep. You gasp against his lips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “So tight,” he groans into your mouth. “You feel like heaven.”

He starts to move, hips rolling in smooth, steady thrusts, filling you over and over. It’s not brutal like Mydei—it’s deep, teasing, paced perfectly to keep you trembling and wanting more. He reaches down and pinches your nipple again, making you cry out just as he slams into you harder.

“Every time you make that sound,” he whispers, voice low, “I wanna keep you like this forever. Pretty and ruined and mine.”

You whimper his name, clinging to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. He picks up the pace, not rough—but firm, confident, making sure you feel all of him.

And then—another playful smack to your ass, his fingers squeezing the softness. “Keep those sounds coming, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”

You’re already close, breath catching, your walls clenching around him. “Phainon—I’m—“

“I know.” He kisses you again, deep and sweet as he fucks you through it. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And when you do, it hits you hard—your body trembling around him as he follows soon after, hips jerking as he spills inside, warmth flooding through you.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays close, stroking your sides, kissing your flushed cheeks, breathing hard with a smile.

“You really surprised me, you know that?” he murmurs.

You grin sleepily, lashes fluttering. “I wanted to impress you.”

He chuckles, brushing your hair back. “Oh, sweetheart. You wrecked me.”

Your knees were already sore from how long you'd been down there, but you didn’t care. Not when Mydei was gripping the back of your head like that, not when his cock was hitting the back of your throat over and over. Your pink glossy lips stretched wide around him, spit dribbling down your chin, slicking up his shaft every time he pulled back.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” His voice was low, cruel in its amusement. “No way this is your first time, princess.” He jerks your head back just enough to let his cock slap against your cheek, smearing your gloss. “Look at this face. Mascara smudged, eyes all teary and fucked-out already.”

You gasped, chest rising and falling as you tried to breathe, tongue still out, licking his length. “It is my first,” you whimper, voice all breathy and ruined. “I wanted to be good for you.”

That made something inside him snap.

He grabbed you hard and yanked you up, dragging you against his chest. “Good for me?” he groaned against your ear. “You think this sweet little mouth is enough?” His cock pressed against your stomach, thick and twitching, soaked in your spit. “No, no. If you’re gonna be mine, princess, I’m going to fuck you properly.”

You barely had time to breathe before he was bending you over the edge of the bed, yanking your panties down your thighs, spreading your legs wide.

“Gods, look at this messy cunt. Already drooling for me?” He runs two fingers along your slit, spreading you open just to watch you clench around nothing. “You act all shy, but you’re dripping like a bitch in heat.”

“Please…” You gasped, arching your back, trying to grind on him. “I want it—I want you.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’ll get me.”

And then he was pushing in—deep, thick, unrelenting. Your body seized up around him, your fingers gripping the sheets, a sob breaking out of you as your pussy stretched around his cock. “M-Mydei—!”

“You feel that?” he groaned, snapping his hips forward hard, making you yelp. “That’s what happens when you suck cock like a whore. Now your cunt’s gotta match it.” His hand came down—smack!—right on your ass, hard enough to make you jolt. “Say it, princess.”

“Say what?” you cried, trembling.

“Say this pussy’s mine.”

“It’s yours! It’s yours, Mydei, fuck—!”

He rewarded you with another smack, this one on the other cheek, before grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and fucking into you filthy. The sound was obscene—wet, skin-slapping, your slick coating everything. His cock pistoned in and out like he owned you, like he’d been waiting to ruin you from the moment he laid eyes on those pretty, pink lips.

“Oh gods, I—I'm gonna—!”

“You’re not cumming yet,” he growled. One hand moved to your chest, grabbing your tits roughly, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples till you sobbed. “Not until I say. You want to be my good girl, don’t you, princess? Then take it.”

You nodded frantically, biting your lip, tears running down your cheeks as he bullied your pussy into submission. “Y-Yes! I’ll be good, I swear—!”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you for fucking me!” you cried, voice cracking. “Thank you for using me, for—”

He grunted, thrusts getting sloppier, deeper, and suddenly you could feel it—that pulsing, that heat, that moment right before he fell apart. “You’re gonna take every fucking drop, princess. Gonna keep me nice and warm in that little cunt of yours.”

You moaned like you’d been starved for it.

And then he snapped—hips buried deep, cock twitching inside you as he came hard, spilling thick, hot ropes deep into your cunt. You whimpered as you felt it all, the way your pussy fluttered around him, the mess spilling out the moment he started to pull back.

But he didn’t leave.

He stayed inside, hips rocking slowly now, grinding into you to fuck it in deeper. “That’s it. Keep it in. All of it.” He leaned down over your back, voice heavy in your ear. “You look so pretty like this. Ruined. Bred. My filthy little princess.”

Your eyes fluttered, lips swollen, face flushed and messy with gloss and tears and pride.

“More,” you whispered, wiggling your hips. “Please, Mydei... more.”

He smirked, cock still hard inside you. “Oh, you’ll get more. You’re not done until I say so.”

Your body is still tingling, a mix of pleasure and soreness, as Mydei pulls back. The feeling of him leaving you empty for a second almost drives you mad with want.

"You like that, princess?" he mutters low, his voice rough as he slides his hands down your back, tracing the curves of your hips. His thumb swipes across your wetness, testing how much of him you’ve taken. “You’ve got me wired... Fuck, I didn’t think you’d look this good after.”

You shiver, trying to stay still as his thumb presses against your sensitive spot, teasing but not giving you enough. “Please… more, Mydei,” you beg, voice trembling. “I want all of you.”

He chuckles, his breath hot on your neck as he presses your face into the soft sheets, your body still bent over. “More, huh? You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, princess?”

You nod desperately. “Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

He’s quick to push you forward, his cock slipping back inside with a soft grunt. This time, he doesn’t waste time with teasing. He pulls your hips against his, setting a steady rhythm, deeper than before, filling you completely. His pace is slow at first, but you can feel it—the tension building in his every thrust.

His hand snakes around to your chest, fingers curling around your sensitive nipples, rolling them roughly as his cock slides in and out of you. A soft moan escapes you as your back arches, your hands gripping the sheets tighter. “You like that?” he growls. “Like when I play with these too?”

“Yes—yes, Mydei!” You moan in response, voice higher now as the pleasure begins to rise again. “It feels so good. I can’t—”

He tightens his grip on your waist, stilling your movements. “No more talking unless you want me to fuck you harder, princess.”

You bite your lip, nodding, trying to obey. But his cock feels so good, hitting just the right spots, and the way his rough hand plays with your chest—it’s too much. Your body betrays you, clenching around him as you reach the edge again. You can feel your walls tightening, needing more, desperate for him.

“Do you feel it?” His voice is dangerously low, almost teasing now, as he watches you struggle to hold back. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me.”

You can barely get the words out. “Yes… I—yes, Mydei…”

He chuckles darkly, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, nipping at the skin as he fucks into you deeper. The pressure in your core builds, and with a soft gasp, you finally lose control, your body tightening around him as your orgasm hits, waves of pleasure rushing through you.

Mydei doesn’t slow, though. His pace is relentless, pushing you even further, until you’re gasping for breath, your body trembling from the intensity. The mix of roughness and tenderness is overwhelming, but you can’t help but crave it.

Finally, when it feels like you can’t take anymore, he pulls back and flips you onto your back, his eyes wild with hunger. “One more, princess,” he growls, pressing his cock against your entrance again, this time more urgently.

“You’re not done until I’m satisfied,” he mutters, voice low and possessive, as he pushes in, taking control again.

You whimper beneath him, eager to be used again, wanting nothing more than to feel him claim you completely. This wasn’t just about the sex anymore—it was about him marking you, making sure you’d never forget how completely he owned you.

“Say you’re mine,” he commands, each word gritted between his teeth as he starts to fuck you harder again.

You moan, eyes meeting his, your voice a desperate plea. “I’m yours, Mydei. Always yours.”

“W-wait… it’s your first time?”

Sunday’s voice trembles as he looks down at you, flushed and wide-eyed. His cock twitches against your tongue, slick with spit, your lips glossy and swollen. You pull back just enough to smile sweetly up at him—mascara smudged, doe eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mhm,” you murmur, licking the tip slowly. “But I wanted to make you feel good…”

“Angel,” he groans, head dropping back, wings twitching behind his ears. They flutter fast—uncontrollably fast—as if his whole body can’t handle how good your mouth feels wrapped around him. “You—fuck—you’re too good at this. You’re dangerous.”

You giggle, then sink your lips around him again, taking more, letting your tongue swirl with practiced instinct, and the soft sound that escapes him is broken. His hands shake as they rest on your head, not guiding—he doesn’t dare. He’s too stunned. Too grateful.

When he cums, it’s with a breathless cry, his wings snapping out wide and trembling behind his ears, twitching wildly in rhythm with every spurt he spills onto your tongue. You swallow, slowly, looking up at him like the picture of sweet satisfaction.

He stares down at you, panting, chest rising and falling. “That was your first time?” he asks again, voice cracking in disbelief. “Angel… I have to—no, I need to—”

You barely have time to react before he’s pulling you onto the bed, hovering over you like he’s starved. His kisses are frantic and soft at once, whispering your name against your skin like a prayer. “Let me fuck you properly. Let me treat you the way you deserve.”

His hands fumble with your clothes, needy, reverent, worshipping every inch of exposed skin. He kisses down your neck, to your chest, suckling your nipples until you're gasping and trembling, his thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks as he sighs against you.

“So soft… so perfect…” he murmurs, almost drunk on the feel of you. “My angel…”

When he enters you, it’s with a whimper, his hips trembling as he sinks in to the hilt. His wings flutter again—excited, overwhelmed—shivering behind his ears.

“Warm… you’re so warm,” he moans, burying his face in your neck as he starts to move. His thrusts are shaky at first, too needy to pace himself, but he tries. For you. “I want to make it good for you… I want to ruin you sweetly…”

Your hands grip his back, nails raking gently along his skin, and the soft sounds you make only push him further. He’s panting, whimpering, unable to stop himself from pressing deeper, faster, whispering pet names like he’s losing his mind.

“Sweetheart… my pretty baby… you’re taking me so well…”

He cums again with a soft, high moan, cock twitching inside you as his wings flutter wildly, flapping in rhythm with every pulse of his orgasm. But he doesn’t stop.

He can’t.

He’s still hard. Still needy.

He pulls back just enough to look at your face—flushed, glowing, lips parted—and then he’s fucking into you again with a desperate whine. “Again,” he begs, voice shaking. “I wanna cum again—please, I need to fill you up more.”

You wrap your legs around him tighter, nodding. “Do it, Sunday. Cum in me again…”

His hands grip your hips, head dropping to your chest as he thrusts harder, faster now. The room is filled with wet, messy sounds as he fills you again, his cock buried deep, another wave of release wracking through him. His wings flap frantically, twitching like they’re going to lift him off the bed.

“Gonna fill my angel ‘til you’re dripping,” he babbles, slurring the words against your skin. “Gonna make you mine. Gonna keep you full of me…”

He stays inside, hips grinding slowly, moaning into your shoulder as he rocks through the aftershocks. You feel it—so much—creamy and warm, leaking already. He’s breathless and shaky, holding you like you’re all that’s anchoring him to the earth.

And his wings? Still fluttering, soft and slow now… like he’s never been happier.

“Mmh—wait—wait, you’ve never… done this before?”

Moze’s voice comes out low and stunned, thick with disbelief as he stares down at you between his legs. His hand trembles just slightly in your hair, not pulling, just resting there like he’s scared to move too much and ruin the moment. You glance up shyly, lips glossy and slick, mascara slightly smudged, and give a soft little hum, your doe eyes blinking slowly.

“N-no… but…” you pause, pulling back just enough to whisper, “I wanted to make you feel good…”

He breathes in sharp, like your words punched the air right out of his lungs. He’s so red in the face—ears flushed too, all the way to the tips—and he nods rapidly, fumbling out a soft, shaky, “You’re doing s-so good… sweetheart… oh fuck—”

You slide your tongue over the tip again, slow and warm, feeling him twitch against your lips. You’re hesitant at first, trying to copy what you’ve read, seen, imagined, but something about the way Moze melts under your touch makes you bolder. He keeps moaning softly, his voice hitching with every movement of your mouth, like he can’t believe it’s real.

“F-feels so good,” he stammers, biting down on his knuckle as if he’s scared he might moan too loud. “Didn’t think—I didn’t know it could feel like that…”

When he finally cums, his thighs tremble and his hips jerk forward in tiny, helpless thrusts. The way he gasps your name, breath shivering out of him, makes you feel warm all over. He spills across your tongue, salty and hot, and you swallow instinctively, licking your lips clean as you look up at him again.

Moze is wide-eyed, mouth parted in awe. “I… that was your first time?” he breathes, voice soft and shaken. “Sweetheart, I gotta—I have to—”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence. He just scoops you into his arms and lays you down so gently it makes you whimper. His big hands run along your sides, holding you like you might break, his thumbs stroking over your trembling thighs.

“I need to be inside you now,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Need to make you feel even better than that. Want you to feel how much I love you, how much I need you…”

You nod shyly, face flushed, and he kisses you so sweetly it makes your chest tighten. His hands are trembling as they slide under your shirt, lifting it up, and when your chest is finally exposed, Moze stares—silent, reverent.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, brushing his thumbs over your nipples with feather-light touches. “So warm… I wanna stay here forever…”

He leans down, mouth closing over one nipple as he groans softly. His tongue is warm, slow, lavishing your chest with long, slow licks before switching sides. He mouths at your breast like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, fingers teasing the other until your back arches under him.

“You make the sweetest sounds,” he mumbles, lips dragging over the curve of your chest. “So pretty, so good for me…”

You gasp when his fingers trail down, teasing between your legs before he eases himself inside you slowly, almost reverently. He’s shaking again, not from nerves, but from how much he’s holding himself back. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and he lets out the softest, most broken moan you’ve ever heard.

“You’re tight… oh stars, sweetheart, you feel like heaven…”

He moves slow, hips rolling in gentle thrusts, careful not to overwhelm you. He kisses every part of you he can reach—your neck, your shoulder, the side of your face—while his hands never leave your chest. He’s obsessed, practically worshipping your breasts with every roll of his hips, whispering how good you feel, how much he adores you.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he breathes, a little dazed. “Can’t believe I get to be inside you like this…”

Your name leaves his lips like a prayer when he cums—soft, deep, and warm, filling you in long, pulsing waves. He gasps your name again and again as his hips grind in, making sure every drop stays deep inside. You feel it leaking already, warm and messy between your legs, and Moze shudders.

“I—I didn’t mean to do that so fast,” he whispers, nuzzling against your cheek. “You just… you felt too good, and you looked so pretty underneath me…”

He doesn’t pull out. His cock is still hard, still twitching a little inside you. He kisses you, breath still uneven, and strokes your sides with trembling hands.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and dazed, “can I… stay inside? Just for a bit? Wanna keep you full… wanna feel you a little longer…”

You nod against his shoulder, and he exhales shakily, wrapping his arms around you as if he’s scared to let go.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be that good with your mouth,” Anaxa growls against your neck, voice hot and thick, one slender hand tangled in your hair while the other grips your hip. “All innocent-looking, blushing, lips shiny and pink—then you go and suck me off like a damn expert?”

He bites down—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting—and you yelp, squirming under him as heat flares through your chest.

“I-it was my first time,” you breathe out, cheeks burning.

Anaxa pulls back just enough to stare at you, eyes dark and glittering. “That was your first? You’re fucking with me, princess.”

You shake your head, and his grip tightens.

“Stars, you’re filthy. Pretty girl on her knees, making the messiest eye contact while drooling on my cock like you were born to do it,” he grunts, reaching down to palm your ass. “You know what that does to me.”

Then he slaps you—one sharp smack to your ass that leaves you gasping and arching into him. He smirks.

“You liked that,” he says. “Didn’t you?”

You don’t answer fast enough.

Another slap.

“Say it.”

“Yes—yes, I liked it,” you whimper, voice trembling as you feel his cock press harder against your soaked entrance.

“Good,” he says, lining up and sliding in all at once—slow but deep, filling you until your thighs shake. “Because I’ve been dying to ruin you since that first fucking suck.”

He starts thrusting immediately, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around you as you claw at the sheets. Each thrust is rough but controlled, angled to hit deep and drag every moan out of you.

“Princess,” he grits out, biting your shoulder again, “you were made for this. Made for me. This tight little cunt, this body—it’s mine. All mine.”

He spanks you again, harder this time, and your walls clench around him so tight he snarls.

“Fuck—don’t do that unless you wanna make me cum already.”

You whine under him, eyes glazed, mascara smudged, lips parted and glossy from earlier. He watches your chest bounce beneath him, one hand reaching to twist and tug at your nipples until you sob.

“These tits,” he mutters, breath ragged. “I could bite them, fuck them, drown in them. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You can barely speak now—too full, too hot, too lost in how deep he’s going. But you gasp his name, breathy and sweet, and that’s all it takes.

“Shit—gonna fill you,” he growls, hips stuttering as his rhythm gets sloppy. “Gonna stuff you full, pretty girl. Gonna make sure it leaks out for days—remind you who this body belongs to.”

He cums deep, thrusting rough and slow, making sure not a single drop goes to waste. You feel it pulse inside you, warm and heavy, and your entire body trembles beneath him.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he leans in close, voice rough but quieter now.

“You’re mine. Every moan, every drip down your thighs—mine.”

And then, soft again, as he brushes your hair back:

“Good girl.”

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all too well ☆ anaxagoras smau.

SYNOPSIS . . . anaxagoras claims that he wasn’t haunted by the memories of his past lover. but for someone like him, it should’ve been as easy as leaving them— but that seems to not be the case.

DISCLAIMERS . . . painful exes-to-lovers (they’re both stupid) reader loves to run away from their problems! oc x canon will be mentioned. college au. fast paced to slow paced ^_^

NOTES . . . glimpse of us ahh synopsis . sorry . all too well x glimpse of us combo will ALWAYSSSS kill me

TABLE OF CONTENT . . .

chapter one — four years? no wonder ure bitchless

chapter two — marvel rivals?

chapter three — us against the world? (like cloak & dagger?)

chapter four — just because he loved me

chapter five — everything has changed

chapter six — my apology video

chapter seven —

chapter eight —

MORE TO BE ADDED . . .

ONLY comments under this POST & through ASKS will be added into the taglist.

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plz dont do if this makes you uncomfy in any way!!! :((

could you write about anaxa with a reader who. simply forgets to eat. like they'll have breakfast but then get so immersed in work or creative projects to the point where they don't eat again/eat very late. again dont do if breaks boundaries

i hope your sleep was good :p

Don’t forget

— Anaxagoras x reader

tw / cw : forgetting to eat, starving not on purpose

You had started this new project a few days ago, it was from an idea that was never done before. It was unique, original, and you loved it. You started working on it and it never ended, you slept in your lab for the meantime since you didn’t want to go back to the room. The bed was too comfortable, if you sat on it for more than 10 minutes, you’d probably pass out on the bed for the next 12 hours.

You were so curious and interested with what you were doing that you didn’t hear the door opening. It was Anaxagoras holding a bag of food. “Are you hungry?” You turned around to see him, you were too tired to say anything so you nod, you haven’t actually eaten anything in a while, it never crossed your mind to eat so it was great that he’s right in front of you, handing you food. “I have to leave for work, lock the front door later. Eat well.” You nod again. “I love you.” “mhh. love youtoo..” and you were back, focused on your table of papers. You heard him close the door and you looked back at the food, taking a bite or two before fully indulging yourself to work.

The sun went down and Anaxagoras came home from work, you heard him knock on your door as he greeted you. “Im home, good evening my love. You didn’t lock the door when I left?” “ah.. sorry. I must have forgotten.” You say tiredly, rubbing your eyes.

His focus was no longer on you though but the food he brought you this morning. It was still on your table, it was opened but there was still so much food inside. “Did you not like it?” “Hm? Oh.. The food? It’s yummy.” “You didn’t eat much?” “I….. must have forgotten also.” he sighed. “I got us dinner, i’ll eat with you.” “Okay.” and just like he said, he sat and dine with you, in your lab.

“I’ll try make time to eat with you while you work on this project.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just incase you forget.”

“You haven’t been exactly replying to my texts either. Reminding you through the phone is useless.”

“Ah.. sorry.” you nervously looked away, you can’t help but giggle at him for being so caring. “Thank you.” He hums as he takes another bite of his food, the silence being comfortable to you both.

a/n : it’s okay anon! ^_^ i don’t mind writinf fics like this thank u sm for making sure im okay w it tho u r soo sweet heheh

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Hello! Could I request a continuation to student Anaxa and chronic napper. It’s up to you what you want to write and take your time but they’re literally the cutest dynamic I’ve ever seen. Thank you!!!

Those Who Simply Exist Together

When a boisterous suitor bursts into their silent rhythm, Anaxa begins to understand that even the quietest coexistence can speak louder than words.

Previous part

In the academy, where every day seethed with formulas, arguments, and the quiet hum of intrigue, it seemed nothing could shake the fragile balance established between Anaxa and her. Their silence was something personal, almost sacred. Their unspoken ritual seemed unbreakable.

Until he appeared.

The newcomer. With a certain defiant confidence, a smile capable of illuminating the amphitheater, and a voice that sounded like triumphant fanfares. Not stupid, no – one of those who takes by the force of charisma, not strength, and who dispenses compliments as casually as others do spells.

He noticed the girl when she was once again dozing off in the reading room, nestled comfortably against the armrest of the chair next to Anaxa.

"Hey," he said, stepping too close and leaning on the table where Anaxa was intently drawing complex diagrams. "Mind if I borrow her for a minute?"

Anaxa didn't answer. He simply looked. Or rather, he cast a glance that would send shivers down anyone's spine.

"She's sleeping," he said quietly, as if it were a self-evident fact.

"Come on, she can't sleep forever," the guy chuckled, trying to defuse the situation. "I just wanted to invite her for coffee. Or something more interesting. There's a new chimera menagerie that just opened up, can you imagine?"

As if on cue, she slowly raised her head, blinked, and looked at him.

"Noisy," she mumbled sleepily and dropped her head back onto her folded arms. Anaxa barely smiled with the corner of his lips. But he didn't move.

The guy turned out to be persistent. The following days, he literally stalked her. He would slip candies into her notebook. He would leave notes with silly jokes on her desk. Once, he even brought a pillow, deciding it would be a "sweet gesture," since she was constantly sleeping.

She didn't react in any way. No gratitude, no irritation. She just... ignored him.

Anaxa watched. And he didn't like it at all.

He didn't know what jealousy was. He had never experienced anything like it. Too rational, too absorbed in his own thoughts. But now, a strange, unpleasant feeling was rising in his chest.

He began to glance more often in the direction of the familiar voice – the newcomer's voice. He noticed his attempts to get closer. How he would sometimes try to subtly touch her elbow – she would imperceptibly move away each time. But the guy seemed not to notice or didn't want to notice.

One day she missed a lecture, and Anaxa sat staring at the empty space beside him. His fingers nervously drummed on the table. Waiting for the end of the class, he immediately went to look for her.

He found her on a bench in the garden, where she usually wasn't. Next to her, of course, he was sitting and telling her something enthusiastically.

"...and I'm saying, to hell with those snake chimeras, they'd be better off breeding a hybrid with a rabbit! A long-eared chimera, can you imagine?!"

"No," she answered sleepily, without opening her eyes.

Anaxa approached. He stood between them, without saying a word. He just... stood there.

"Hey, buddy, can you wait a bit? I'm actually..."

"She's sleeping," Anaxa repeated. The guy sighed, stood up, and slapped his knees.

"Alright. A girl with character, I respect that. But maybe you could at least let her speak for herself?"

"She did."

Anaxa looked down at the girl. She opened one eye and muttered almost inaudibly:

"He's disturbing my sleep."

That was enough. The guy raised his hands and stepped back.

"Okay, okay. No offense, I get it. Competition isn't for everyone."

When he left, Anaxa slowly sat down next to her. He said nothing. But something intangible, fragile, hung in the air.

"He didn't understand hints," she said quietly, without opening her eyes.

"Obviously," Anaxa replied just as quietly.

Silence fell. But now there was a little more warmth in it. A little more closeness. He carefully moved the pillow that the guy had brought – and that she had discarded – closer to her.

"Uncomfortable," she mumbled.

"Then..." he hesitated, paused for a second, "use me."

She opened her eyes slightly. He blushed. Imperceptibly, of course. But the tips of his ears turned slightly pink.

"As a pillow," he explained. "I don't make noise. I don't move. And I hope I don't smell intrusive."

She silently settled down so that her head was on his lap.

"Yes, you'll do," she approved, closing her eyes. Anaxa looked away.

Now, as she slept, and only the rustling of leaves broke the silence, he allowed himself to lean down slightly and gently stroke her hair.

Silently. Tenderly. As if afraid to wake her.

And that was enough.

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Hi, could I make a request for student Anaxa, I’m craving for more fanfics about him😭

Basically student Anaxa that only spends time with one other student. And the reason why he tolerates her is because she’s a serial napper who does the bare minimum. So the only reason why they hangout is because the other is quiet.

Meanwhile everyone else is confused about their relationship since they’re always together. And they do stuff like make each other lunch, carry things the other often uses, make sure the other doesn’t oversleep/make sure the other does sleep,….ext.

A Silent Alliance

Their relationship was rather strange, yet harmonious in its own way.

In the buzzing hive of the academy, where every student was absorbed in studies, rivalries, and youthful passions, Anaxa always kept to himself. He didn't seek friendships, avoided arguments, and didn't try to fit into any group. His only passion was knowledge. Everything else seemed to him like empty vanity.

However, to everyone's surprise, the same figure constantly lingered near him.

A girl whose name few remembered because she barely spoke. She lived more in a world of dreams than in reality, as if balancing between sleep and wakefulness. Unlike the others, she didn't try to make Anaxa talk, didn't pester him with questions, and didn't invade his personal space. She simply... was there.

And that's precisely why he tolerated her.

They didn't call themselves friends. They never greeted or said goodbye. They just appeared together and disappeared like a shadow following a person.

If Anaxa disappeared into the library, the girl invariably appeared somewhere nearby – resting her head on her folded arms and quietly snoozing while he read.

If he hurried to a lecture, she would also appear there – taking a seat next to him and falling asleep about five minutes into the lecture.

If he stayed late in the lab, she would find a secluded corner and calmly doze while he toiled over experiments.

It was convenient. She didn't distract him.

And if someone tried to disturb him during his studies, he would simply nod towards the sleeping girl, and people would immediately back off, afraid to wake her.

From the outside, their relationship looked... unusual.

"Are they dating?" someone wondered, seeing Anaxa hand her a lunch container.

"No, they're not," another replied, watching her hand him a thermos of coffee.

"Then what is it?!"

In reality, it was simple.

She often forgot to eat because she preferred to sleep. He knew that if he didn't remind her, she would go all day on an empty stomach.

And he, getting carried away with his research, could forget about sleep. So, when she noticed he looked too tired, she would literally drag him aside and force him to close his eyes for at least an hour.

They didn't do it out of affection. Not out of friendship. Just... it was the right thing to do.

She always kept a spare pen for him, knowing he often lost his.

He always carried her books, because he knew she was too lazy to carry them herself.

She made sure he didn't forget breakfast.

He made sure she didn't fall asleep somewhere inappropriate where she could be harmed. It was something no one could understand.

One day, someone couldn't take it anymore and asked:

"Have you two ever actually talked to each other?"

They looked at each other. Anaxa pondered. She pondered.

Did they actually exchange words? Of course, there were things like:

"Eat."

"Sleep."

"You forgot your book."

But a full conversation?...

She shrugged. He nodded.

And that was the best answer to all questions. It was just more convenient that way.

They continued to be together.

Without loud confessions, without empty talk, without obligations.

If she needed a place to sleep – it was always found next to him.

If he needed a reminder that people aren't robots, she was always there to poke him in the shoulder and silently point to a pillow.

Everyone else just watched them in bewilderment. But for them, it was all simply banal.

They just... existed together.

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Reunion: A Ripple [Part 1]

Summary: The sequel to Adopt a Wanderer is finally here!

Note: This sequel series will be more open-ended in terms of romantic/platonic interactions (nothing that cements either one will be included), so readers can read it how they like!

Read the first series here! (an AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world, found-family series)

There are many sayings to explain what one sees in their dreams; that they are fragments of memories strewn together, visualizations of yearning, or fears brought to life.

To Wanderer—who stands knee-deep in a dark blue and violet sea—it is a mixture of all three.

He sees a figure in the distance that wades through the scenery. Their visage grows hazier the more he tries to look closer, and they take a silent step away from him—followed by a drop of water that reverberates through the dreamscape, transporting him into a different place altogether.

Wanderer is in a house, its floorings and decoration something he cannot identify as Teyvatian. It is foreign in a way that doesn’t seem like it’d be able to hold him; as if a hunter dropped a woven net over the puppet, expecting it to be enough to snare the callous soul. 

He stands, as if frozen in time, like a creature taken aback by this new sensation, and allows himself to stay still as he turns his gaze to the sound of running water.

A person washing dishes. Wanderer barely recognises your face at first, but an odd sense of familiarity calls out to him from your movements—relaxed, humming to a song playing from your phone—and his eyes widen as something clicks in his mind.

The last thing he manages to do before he is snatched away, is reach out his hand towards you. Does it in such panic that his arm aches, as if his action could race against the way his consciousness closes in on itself, engulfing everything in a voidless dark. 

His lashes flutter open, and a sharp pain throbs at the back of his skull.

He groans, cursing the headache, and covers his eyes with a hand as if that would keep the dream from slipping away.

Irminsul. Wanderer clenches his jaw. What has it done?

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scaramouche doesn't really get jealous of other people, he trusts you, right? yet— he does get jealous of objects, yes, and he's proud of it as well.

you spend too much time reading? your eyes practically glued all over the pages of your book before you hear a faint, "wow, i guess this book is a lot more interesting than me, huh?" or how dare you pet a cat for too long instead of giving him that attention? "i didn't know you had such great affection for strays, *must* be nice," to be the cat

or suddenly gush about a character from the book you've been reading— as always, you cannot catch his annoyed expression soon enough as he narrows his eyes and mutters, "pff, i could beat him in a fight, how embarrassing,"

"…kuni, it's a romance novel,"

"even better."

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Bewitched ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Pairing: Scaramouche x Reader (fem)

Genre: social media au, modern au, kinda past friends to lovers

Summary: In the dazzling world of content creation, [name] and Scaramouche are two stars on parallel yet conflicting paths. She is Teyvat's beloved vlogger, known for her sincerity and warmth, while he reigns as the most influential streamer, a sharp-witted force impossible to ignore. Once childhood friends, now bitter rivals, their past remains a mystery—buried beneath a year of unspoken words and unresolved emotions!

"Bewitched" is a journey through love, betrayal, and self-destruction. It’s about falling for someone who was never supposed to matter again—and the painful, beautiful process of rediscovering what was lost.

Because even the strongest hearts can be bewitched.

Side ship: Slight mention of Navia x Chlorinde, Venti x Xiao, Lumine x Yoimiya (I think that's all but if it needs changes I'll update it)

Warnings: Angst (obviously) Mention of drinking alcohol, Swearing (Idk I'll update before every chapter)

Status: Ongoing

Author's note:

• Hi !! I didn't make an introduction but if y'all need one you can ask ! Just know for now that my name is Célénya!

• Also I'm French so I'm sorry if there's some grammatical errors and all...

• I already planned all of the chapter so it's normal if there's already all the name of them and 100 chapter..

• Also let me know if you want a playlist for each Song <3

• I don't really know what to say but there will be a sequel inspired by Epic the musical btw !

• And I hope it's to your liking, don't hesitate to give feedback!!

• Written chapter will be marked with a ✿⁠ (will add them there if the chapter added is written)

Profiles:

Delusional people ([name]'s friends)

Mentally unstable gang (scara's friends)

Dreamer*⁠.⁠✧

1- Let me be a dreamer 2- I can see the whole world from my own little cloud ✿⁠ 3- you can't pin me down 4- Boys just make me cry 5- I'm giving up 6- I'm moving up into a cloud 7- No boys gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart 8- Some might call me mad 9- I fell right down the rabbit hole 10- And no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me

Second best*⁠.⁠✧

11- I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt 12- I'll always regret how I couldn't tell 13- Left me behind 14- Kissed with somebody else in my mind 15- I loved you so much I settled for less 16- You were my everything 17- You swung me around in that midsummer dress 18- Held me in close as you thought of your past 19- But I'm still in love with this mess 20- I'm just your second best.

Haunted*⁠.⁠✧

21- One more kiss, wine stained lips 22- I don't want to go to sleep yet 23- Pale moonlight, misty eyes 24- I'll allow him to have him tonight 25- I hold on to every ounce of of sin 26- I know he don't love me quite like I love him 27- I swear at myself when he leaves at dawn 28- this will end, 'til he haunts me again 29- Rose perfume, low-lit room 30- And I hold on to every ounce of skin

Must be love*⁠.⁠✧

31- Time's moving so much later lately 32- It's like the world's playing a joke 33- Laughing at me for falling foolishly again 34- But something's different with you 35- Traffic on sunset doesn't phase me 36- that is until I touch you and I can't pretend 37- I lose myself again, I do 38- I'm all in, I'm fallin' 39- Can't get back up, can't think right, too tongue-tied 40- It must be love

While you were sleeping*⁠.⁠✧

41- I still can't believe that you noticed me an ocean away 42- The heavens would say it was meant to be 43- I'll never forget the first time I saw you then 44- Primrose at three, you had all of me 45- Without saying a word 46- I don't recognize myself 47- I'm dancing down street, smiling to strangers 48- Idiotic things 49- I trace it all back, three-thirty AM 50- That night something turned in me

Lovesick*⁠.⁠✧

51- Floorboards creaking in my home, deathly silence when alone 52- Oh, I wish that you were here now 53- So unlike me, somehow I fell in love in just 3 nights 54- Those November days still haunting me 55- When the gold ray fell on your skin and my hair got caught in the winds 56- The choir sang a melancholic hymn 57- In the morning you would be gone 58- I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on to the memory of your lips 59- God I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me ? 60- Let me in your atmosphere

California and me*⁠.⁠✧

61- Should've figured out that you'd go back to New York 62- Don't consider me when you run back to her 63- You don't have to hide it, I know why you went 64- Said you needed space, I know better than that 65- Could've fought for you but I just let you leave 66- Hurt too much to consider that you didn't love me 67- The mountains of LA will weep through the night 68- Driving through sunset is a terrible sight 69- Left me and the ocean for your old fame 70- Holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay

Promise*⁠.⁠✧

71- I made a promise to distance myself 72- took a flight, through aurora skies 73- Honestly I didn't think about how we didn't say goodbye 74- just see you very soon 75- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you 76- So I didn't call you for sixteen long days 77- And I should get a cigarette for so much restraint 78- No matter how long I resist temptation, I will always lose 79- I broke my promise, I called you last night 80- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Goddess*⁠.⁠✧

81- It always goes like this, could've predicted it 82- I'm so naive to think you loved me for me 83- Guess you're still growing up at thirty 84- I'm a goddess when I'm on stage 85- Human when we're alone 86- you took a star to bed, woke up to me 87- I am not your Aphrodite 88- You took me for a fool 89- You watched me rise then killed my light 90- I'm not your fucking goddess

Serendipity*⁠.⁠✧

91- I won't pretend I've been desolate 92- I won't pretend I've been blue 93- It happened so quickly, one second it hit me 94- I've fallen quite hard for you 95- Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes 96- Coincidences and cosmic signs 97- Have proved that I'm quite naive 98- I'm falling fast, failing gravity 99- I swear that, this time, it's serendipity 100- Hope that you're still mine

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