#genshim impact scaramouche

[currebunz]

Scaramouche sleeping headcanons

He denies having an routine but he does. No matter what he has to always wash his face and clean up a bit otherwise he feels gross and is restless.

He doesn’t mind going to sleep first but will only tolerate your absence for so long. Count on him standing behind you glaring holes until you get the message. Would try to make you sleepy with tea or something if you are being stubborn.

He likes to think he doesn’t need a fancy bed but he prefers nice pillows and linen. His excuse is that he has “taste” but he really just likes the feeling of it on his skin. If you hog the blankets he will be grumpy in the mornings because he slept in the cold.

No breakfast in bed, that is where we sleep.

Would rather stay in bed but will leave the bed if you do first. It’s not that he is hard to get up, rather he deeply enjoys being wrapped in the blankets with you. A warm body. He is an unconscious cuddler and refuses any evidence you present.

When it comes to how he sleeps, quietly with an occasional moan or hum. He can’t sleep without latching onto something. If he doesn’t have something then he just flails and rolls until the night ends. He won’t get much sleep as it is mostly him pawing for something to grab onto.

As far as it comes to sleepwear, he has a set of clothes he switches around depending on his mood. Leaning more fashionable than practical. He never sleeps with too much skin showing though. Unless you get him into the mood, the pjs stay on.

[blueberray]

💛🩷💜

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

05. Time is a bargaining tool

Time is a bargaining tool.

Scara knew that.

“You want me to feature on your album?” You repeated Scara’s words, beginning to doubt your ability to hear, “Do you realize how risky that is?”

Scara bobbed his head with pleased a expression etched on his face as if his words weren’t weighted with worry, “That’s why I asked you if you were ready to take a risk.”

You stood up, unable to sit still, now pacing across the room. Bambi must have sensed your unease, because he too, started following you while rubbing himself against your legs, “On a normal occasion, I wouldn’t mind. But you’re playing with two careers here. I might sound frustrating, refusing your offer, but don’t blame me for being realistic.”

“When have I ever cared about reputations?”

You fought the urge to smack him back into his senses.

“Never, but you’re in an industry where the public’s opinion can change the trajectory of the career you’ve established for years.”

And I don’t want you to go through that as well.

“We’re not puppets.”

“That’s debatable.”

Scara sighed, tousling his hair once again—his nervous habit, “We shouldn’t let them control us.”

It’s easier said than done.

But you understood where he was coming from.

You faced him, offering your utmost sincerity, “I don’t want to drag you in my mess. Nor do I want to cause more trouble than necessary.”

Silence engulfed the room. You glanced over at your friend. He’s deep in thought, gaze intense, expression unreadable. But you knew he was scheming, thinking of ways to persuade you—anything to assure you that all’s well, ends well.

Because what Scara wants, Scara gets.

“How long is your hiatus?”

You shrugged your shoulder and decided to sit back down. Bambi trailed you as he leaped up the bed and onto your lap. Clingy cats are the best, “I don’t know, but they’ll probably kick me out before it’s over. I have less than three months left, anyway.”

“What if we use this opportunity?”

“What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms, “Tell your story. Your silence leaves for more assumptions to grow.”

“I would if they let me use my voice. I was planning to wait until my contract is up to take legal actions.”

He tilted his head, “Why can’t you now?”

“Because they’re silencing me. Especially since my accuser is from the same company,” You deadpanned, stating the obvious, a detail he may have forgotten.

Scaramouche scoffed in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head in disapproval, “But they’re willing to throw you under the bus and take her side over you?”

“Which is why I don’t want to be responsible for ruining the career you’ve built for years. Even my friends are receiving unnecessary hate just because they’re connected to me.”

“So it’s a lost cause?”

You nodded.

“Can you…” Scara hesitated, wondering if he should continue, “Can you think it over some more? At least until your hiatus is up?”

You crossed your arms, failing to hide the faint smile creeping across your lips, “You sound desperate.”

“Enjoying my misery?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll win you over, just wait.”

Time is a bargaining tool.

You realized that.

Notes:

“We’re not puppets.” Haha so about that

another update cause i feel bad for ghosting 🫡

hope you all enjoy :))

i’m sorry if i couldn’t tag you (bolded = couldn’t tag)

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Aether loves when you bruise his hips. Especially when he rides you and you are just griping onto them as he screams out your name. And he loves when after he cums you trace your finger over them.

Xiao loves when you guys kiss before he cums. Like you can be doing the most hardcore rough fucking but yet he still wants to kiss you passionatly before he cums on your cock.

Venti would love to add alcohol into sex. Like pour some wine on your cock and he promises to make sure it's all cleaned up. Even pour on himself as you would leave love bites and hickeys as you helped clean up your clumsy bard.

Kazuha wants you to pull his hair during sex. Like you are pounding him from the back and you reach over and grab onto his hair to pull him back, with his back pressed to your chest only just to kiss him with you deep in him. The way his eyes roll back.

Heizou has a boss and employ kink. Like having you sit in his office as he is under the desk sucking you dry. Or him bouncing on your cock while you grip his ass. All in all trying not to be too loud as what will happen when people find out he gets him back blown out in his office while working on cases.

The Wanderer / Scaramouche loves when you edge him on. It can be late into the night and your still not letting him cum. As your fingers are deep in his hole coming in and out even making scissoring motions and still no cock. He may say he hates it and tries to make you hurry up but man does he love the climax he gets in the end.

[prettyboykatsuki]

malice of a pretty face | scaramouche (wanderer)

✮ tags ; adapted from genshin canon but not genshin canon, gn!reader, forced marriage but they ally together, role reversal, scaramouche is called bride mostly jokingly, physically smaller than reader, reader has a female concubine in their bed and kisses them / had sex w them, reader is a tyrant ruler type, age gap (scara is 20 ish and reader is like 28), opium usage, raiden shogun is scara's mother who sold him out, political affairs, handjobs + making out 18+

✮ wc ; 3.4k

✮ a/n ; what if i want to be the tyrant emperor for a change huh. what then. also scaramouche is called bride but gender and stuff is whatever in this universe.

some background, this is not genshin techincally. its like adapted to be a royalty au. reader is a recent ruler of their homeland. scaramouche is a raidens son. he didn't get a lot of choice in coming but he has no political power in his homeland

(this is a rewrite of a concept i posted a while ago but i cant find the ask where someone tells me to expand so hope this finds u anon

✮ synopsis ; your "bride" hails from inazuma and comes to you dressed in white, with eyes full of lightning.

A knock on your door snaps you out of your pointless thinking. Your close companion and Royal Advisor clears his throat before addressing you. 

“Your bride has been prepared for you,”

“Come in.” 

The brown door creaks as it opens, the gold embellishments on either side catching light. The hallway behind is empy but bright. Your advisor stands behind your esteemed guest with a look of mild exasperation. Subtle as it may be, it makes the corner of your lip quirk in amusement. At the door is your betrothed. 

Your bride comes to you wrapped in white. 

“I’ll leave you too it,” Says your advisor, code for please get along that has you nodding your head. You hum quietly, waving him away. He sighs as he shuts the door, leaving your guest standing at the door awkwardly. 

As the rumors have said so many times over, the Raiden Shoguns only heir is strikingly beautiful. Pale thing he is, white as a porcelain doll and nearly half your size. Even in the lowlights of your bedroom, the blurriness of candlelight, you can see the sharpness of his eyes. A signature purple, the color of royalty and trademark of the Inazuman dynasty and bloodline.

For a peace offering, he reeks of defiance. Just standing there with his arms crossed, fists clenched and jaw tight. He looks like he wants to burn the entire palace to the ground where he stands. You’re sure if you picked him apart enough he’d tell you just that. Intel tells you he’s easy to provoke, and for a Prince of his nation - he’s quite the fighter too. 

You aren’t sure how much he knows of this by now. Or if he knows that you’ve learned all sorts of things about him.

Most of all, he’s intriguing. Beautiful but prickly and poisonous. You’re captivated by how much he seethes. You tilt your head as your leg up, your back against the wall. You glance briefly at the concubine asleep in your bed, back exposed. Your robe is half-fallen over your shoulder, the bandaging on your chest and shoulder visible. 

You take a long inhale of the pipe resting on your bed, lungs filling with opium before you push it. Another cloud of smoke fills the room, relief in your back as you exhale. You tilt your head at him. 

“Will you stand there the whole time?” You ask placidly. It angers him even more for a reason you’re unable to discern. 

“Why would I get near a belligerent tyrant like you?”

You chuckle. Despite himself, there’s a tinge of anxiety to his protesting. He’s young and on guard. You’re sure your reputation with the Royal Harem has served you no favors, so he must think you’re going to pounce on him. 

You shake your head. 

“I like to sedate my prey before I eat it. I won’t lay a hand on you.” 

Surprised by your deduction, a flush draws on his features. You smile wispily, before another thought crosses your mind. His name dawns on you, Scaramouche you think it was. 

“Ah, or is it this that’s troubling you?” You say, gesture vaguely to the naked person in your bed laying comfortably “Should I send her away before we speak?” 

Your conversation stirs her. Scaramouche stares on. Instead you glance at the woman before you as she wakes, turning to her side. Barren skin save for jewelry, she runs her hands through her hair as she yawns. 

“Oh, Your Highness. Already another round? I hardly got any rest.” She pouts. Her behavior is amusing to you always.

“Not today. My spouse has come to visit, so I’m sending you back to your chambers.” You say smoothly. She pouts, sitting up. The sheets that covered her so thinly have fallen, revealing the rest of her. A set of gold anklets that match with gold necklaces and gold bracelet. She sits up on her knees and wraps her around your neck.

“How cruel,” She whines, rubbing herself against you “How could you abandon when you favor me so much, hm?” 

“You’re quite clever aren’t you? Trying to seduce me in front of my lover, and all?” 

She pulls back to giggle. 

“So you’ve seen through me. I don’t care for being sent away, you know?”

“What would you like as reconciliation?” You say.

“A kiss goodbye,” She replies easily. This time you look to Scaramouche. His face is burning red. 

“Is it alright with you?” 

He scoffs “As if it matters what I think.” 

“I’ve asked you haven’t I?” 

“Do as you please.” 

You laugh. He says as much but he can't help but stare. He looks embarrassed, albeit you can’t imagine which thing is troubling him so much. It’s entertaining.

You kiss her goodbye as she’s asked, though you know what type of kiss she’s asking for. A deep kiss, the kind where you have to hold her by the nape of her neck. Salacious in nature, where she squirms and holds the front of your robe. You pull away with a laugh, rubbing her lower lip. 

“Send my regards to everyone. It might be some time before I visit again.” 

“How heartbreaking. I’ll do as you wish, Your Highness.” She stands to her feet, pulling herself out of bed and putting on the clothes left on the floor with a sigh. Her feet pad against the marble floor as she walks away. 

She stops to look at Scaramouche before leaving, bowing her head in respect before standing back. She whispers something to him (that turns his face into a blushing mess once more) before patting him on the shoulder gently. 

“I’m off,” She says, waving a hand but not looking back. The door clicks back shut a second time, leaving the two of you alone in silence. You take another drag from your pipe. 

“Come. Sit.” 

He does as you ask this time, stomping with a characteristic frustration that you stop to laugh at internally. He sits on the corner of your mattress, legs crossed. You get to see him up close this time. What delicate features he has, he couldn’t be any older than 21. The white silks he’s dressed in are fine. A thin, lace collar goes up to his throat.  A skirt with high slits about the legs and lacy socks to cover the legs. He’s wearing something over it too, draped over his shoulders. You can see the cut-out of his chest. You only glance. Any longer than this and you’re sure he’ll protest. 

“What troubles you, my bride?” 

He grits his teeth. 

“I’m no bride.” 

“I know,” You say, without any hesitation “You’re the only filial son of the Great Raiden Shogun. I may be a tyrant, but I am no fool.” 

This information surprises him. He wears his emotions on his face, as expected. He’s not gotten so far without being clever. The bounty on his head is insurmountable. There’s a tension in the room, an unspoken heaviness in the air. Quite a fragile thing he is. 

“Then this, this marriage  - it’s fraudulent isn’t it?” He says, angry. You hum. 

“I knew before we wedded. Under the law of Tevyat and in the eyes of the Nation, you are my betrothed.” 

He’s catching up to all that you know. You know it all. The rumors of the cold and unyielding Raiden Shogun. The desolate lands of Inazuma, the loss of childhood and the change in the young man. Rumors of the angry Crown Prince and his bleeding heart. How he was sacrificed for power to your hands, for the eternal vision of Inazuma. 

Of course you know.

“Then why…if you know about me, then why?” 

“The Raiden Shogun offered you to me to get in my good graces. There’s political fairs involved but the simply reason is because I wanted to. You’re easy on the eyes.”

He ignores your flirtatious comment as you expect. 

“What are the political affairs?” 

“Inazuma wishes to strengthen it’s naval army and a small nation requires resources. Since I’ve only just gained power after killing the Emperor, my position for the throne is destabilized and marriage was the best option to stabilize it again,” You explain, already bored just hearing yourself. 

“We don’t gain anything from joining hands with Inazuma as it stands. And plenty of people have vouched desperately for my marriage. The simple answer is because an offer like the only child of the Raiden Shogun, who’s beauty is world-renowned is quite the tempting offer.” 

He looks down, away from you and you resist your own laughter. 

“I despise you,” 

“I know that too. That pretty face of yours doesn’t leave much for imagination. What will you do my dear? Will you run? Cry? Scheme into driving a knife in my heart? Lure me into security and disappear?” 

“...You’re personality is quite twisted.” 

“I’m curious about the faces you make, that’s all. What will you do, how will you react, how you think. But I do not intend to make you miserable. There’s much to discuss,” 

“....Why are you posing as if you’re kind?” 

“A caged animal will lash out for it’s freedom,” You say, titting your head to one side “But a looked after one will never bite the hand that feeds.” 

“Wouldn’t you be the one closer to an animal with your tendencies?” 

“A beast, I hear so often. My point is the same. If I intend to make you even a begrudging ally, I’m not interested in angering you. Nor forcing myself upon you for that matter,” You add the last part intentionally. 

“Disgusting,” He says, all while staring at the curve of your neck and your body “Really,” 

“I do not intend to force you, but if you’re so against the idea - I think it’d only be fair I’m allowed to see my concubines. It’s your choice.” 

He frowns at your explanation. You grin.

“Are you so troubled by it? Would you prefer I only long for you?”

“D-don’t word it like that.” He says, a shake in his voice. You hum, taking a long drag from your pipe. 

“Maybe you’re the sentimental type? A lover from the homeland? Or perhaps, you’re just too inexperienced to be confident?” 

You can see the exciting look on his face. That type of shame that very few nobles wear. Most of them degenerates, or liars. Prim and properly deceitful. You look at Scaramouche’s honest face and feel something between your legs. How much he wishes to admonish you, or even push you away but is all too curious to refuse. An expression like that is a jewel, a diamond waiting for polish. 

You have to chip around it, bit by bit. Too much force and you’ll scratch his beautiful surface, you only pull at him gently. Tease him so tenderly he can’t scurry off. 

“Shut up. You know nothing about me,” 

“If you’re unsure, you can always try. I can teach you much easier than most,” You say. You wonder if he’ll call your bluff. But he doesn’t. He sits and folds his hands in your lap. He reminds you a bit of those Glaze Lily’s all the way from Liyue. Cold and blue and eye-catching. 

Scaramouche does not call your bluff. He shifts to cover his legs and something is overwhelmed inside you. You hold your breath a little. So skittish. 

“There’s nowhere for me to return to,” He says first, surprising you, a bitterness in his tone that pleases you “It’s not like I want to stay here or be your ally. But returning to a place that has discarded me is even more disgusting.” 

“So we’re allies for now. Understood,” You say, glancing at him “Then, are you giving me permission to sleep with you?” 

His eyes widen, face reddening to an impossible degree. A belly laugh leaves you. What a simple person in the end. 

“You―W-we have to consummate the marriage, don’t we? A-and if I stay here, I’ll have power. Leaving it open means it’ll be nullified and―” 

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. If you feel too embarrassed about your desires, you may spread rumors about simply quelling my appetite,” You say with a mild expression, intending it with sincerity “It’d be a shame to do nothing when you’ve dressed up so nicely for your arrival. Come closer,” 

Your comment must bother him, but he resigns himself. He does as he’s asked, slowly getting on his knees and crawling towards you. His eyes are erratic, skin flush. He’s simply sitting across from you and he can’t look at you directly. You’re a little astonished by the extent of his innocence, especially with all the violent rumors around him. You blow out the flame of your pipe, and lean to one side away from you.

Then you stretch your legs out, placing your hands gently on his waist so he doesn’t startle. You manuever so he’s stradling you, his knees on either side of your thigh. Looking at him closely is exciting. There’s makeup on his face. Crushed pink pigment smeared on his lip and smoothed with oil and eyes lined with something dark. You reach your hand up to cup his face, and he manages not to flinch. 

Though you can hear his heart beat. It’s tremendously loud. Nervous.

“Relax, I won’t eat you, for now. I’ll take take responsibility. Have you kissed anyone?” 

“S-so what if I haven’t?” 

“We’ll start there. Close your eyes and follow me.” 

He listens obediently again, closing his eyes. His hands are clenched over his knee. You grab them and let them rest over your shoulders before sneaking your hand to the side of his face. You lean in to kiss him gently, his skin soft. He smells like lavender and oats, the hairs on his nape brushing against your fingers delicately. His lips are soft as you start slowly, opening your mouth just a little. He learns quickly, following your actions without trying to take lead. 

You pull away and do it again. Again and again and again until you’re used to the pace. You use your free hand to squeeze at his delicate waist, relishing in how easily he succumbs to the feelings. He lets out something like a moan that embarasses him near immediately as he pulls away. He’s clumsy but it’s cute, and makes you want to kiss him more. 

He turns his head, using his wrist to cover his mouth which you grab swiftly. You grab his chin too, rubbing your thumb on his lip. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” You say, a little more eager than last. He makes a face but listens. You mimic him before kissing him one more time. The feeling of your tongue must surprise him. Either way, his body responds so beautiful. He nearly melts in your arms as you wrap them around his waist, fingers dancing to any bare skin you can. He makes a pretty, pitchy sound for you but doesn’t pull away this time. 

When you stop kissing him, his face looks hazy. Frustrated, he almost goes to chase your mouth but stops himself. You smirk just barely, before busying your mouth on his chin. Open kisses trace his jaw as you lean into his pulse. 

It beats under your teeth, his heart does, so red and so loud. For a minute you really do want to eat him alive, devour him in one swallow. But you restrain yourself from such desires, instead putting little marks on his body for tommorrow. So everyone knows not to say anything about his status. He can resent you later but for now, it’s a safety precaution. 

He makes sounds like a melody, a string insturment in the warm sun. There’s something divinely beautiful about him. His body reacts to your simple touches, a shiver running up his spine as you kiss his neck and grope him lightly. It excites you, those innocent reactions. Makes something stir in your gut and grow hot between your legs. 

You feel something shift underneath you. When you look, there’s something hard poking from his clothes. It makes a tent in the delicate fabric where he stands. You pull away just to stare at it, amused by how hard he is.

“Stop looking at it or I’ll gouge your eyes out,” 

“It’s cute,” You say with conviction, wrapping your hands around the base with the fabric and squeezing the base “I should get to look,” 

“W-what are you?” 

“I’ll bet a stuck-up prince type like you didn’t get much education. There are more ways than one to feel pleasure than sticking it in. I’ll show you, so don’t run away,” 

He doesn’t have the words to protest. He doesn’t refuse you, just watches through his hands. You rub him so slightly through the thin material. Can see it clear with your eyes adjusted. It fits easily in your palm, tip harsh pink and curved. You place your thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum leaking onto the fabric. He’s so sticky, so hard and hot in your palms. 

“It’d be better if I touched you directly, but you’re cute like this. So lewd,” 

He has nothing to say. A whine or protest gets cut short with a groan of pleasure. You laugh a little. You search the bed for a bottle of oil with your free hand. When you find it, you pull away and drip it into your hands. 

“Hold this up for me.” You say softly. He hesitates but does, pulling the skirt up until his cock is visible. You rub the oil into your hands, warming it before wrapping around the shaft. The skin-to-skin proves to be a lot for him, his body already trembling though you’ve hardly touched him. He’s much heavier like this, His cock is smooth and he’s near hairless, You can see so much of him, the plane of his stomach and the musculature of his thighs. 

He’s got lithe muscle, nothing too hard or too defined but there all the time. He’s got a dip in one of his hips and a mole that you’ll kiss some other time, just above where you’re touching. You wonder if there’s more. Once you have your way with him you’ll count. 

You stroke him slowly and easily. Any more than this might be cruel since this much action seems to be too much. You watchi his expression as you build to a steady pace, paying special attention to the head. His expression is debauched. Inexperienced as you expected, but perhaps even more than that - sensitive. He’s throbbing against the curves of your roughened skin, gasping and holding hard onto your shoulder as he tries to keep himself tight in one place. You lean your head forward, kissing just under his pec. 

“This is as far as I’ll go today. Cum for your beloved, hm? Show me your face?” 

That seems to do it for him. The use of lover in such a context pushes him over the edge and it only takes two more strokes to spill into your fingers. Thick, hot ropes of cum makes a mess of your fingers as he ruts his cock into your palms chasing his high.

When he’s finished, he nearly collapses into your lap. It sedates all of his previous angers, something you note in the back of your mind. 

You bring your hand up your mouth, tasting it. He gasps, scandalized. 

“That’s dirty!” 

“I’ve done worse. Besides it wasn’t bad. Hand me that,” You gesture. He tosses you the rag to wipe your hand with and you toss it in the basket at the end of your bed. Before he can push you away, you pull him into your arms and laydown. 

“What are you doing?” He says, indignant. 

“Holding you,” You say without blinking, looking down at him. You wrap your arms around his waist and let him cuddle into you “The concubines get angry if I don’t after,” 

“...Don’t talk about them right now,” 

You laugh “Right, sorry.” 

“....What about me?” 

You laugh a little at him pretending he isn’t worried. 

“I know you said not to mention it but I’m all worn out for today. So get some sleep. I’ll have my Advisor prepare more in the morning but you should rest.” 

“Ugh. Fine. If you insist,” He says, melting into you anyway. You laugh to yourself as he closes his eyes. 

You’ve signed up for something fun.

[viva-uwu]

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[chi-icha]

This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

[whoistartaglia]

or forever hold your peace.

summary: they object your wedding.

includes: kaeya and scaramouche.

warnings: gender neutral reader but you do walk down the aisle in kaeya's part, acts of violence in scaramouche's part, angst, slight childe slander towards the end of scaramouche's part.

notes: i wanted to write about this idea, forgot about it, and suddenly remembered it tonight. cue the next two to three hours spent writing.

kaeya.

kaeya found you before you could even walk down the aisle, just as you thought he would. although he would never admit it, you suspected he was too shy to oppose your matrimony in front of all your guests in the favonius cathedral. that, and it would be too much of a scandal, the cavalry captain objecting your marriage to diluc, an ex-knight.

so when you turned the corner and saw kaeya leaning against the wall, eye closed as if in deep thought, you were only slightly unprepared.

you paused and took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before moving again, determined to ignore him. kaeya knew you were there, he must have, yet he let you march past him without a word. it was only when you were a few steps from the doors that led to the aisle that he spoke. 

“don’t do it,” he whispered, so reverently that he might have been reciting a prayer. you paused and turned towards him, already shaking your head. 

but kaeya had already pushed himself off the wall and was now striding towards you, pleading as he did so. “don’t marry him, [you].”

you backed up a few steps, still shaking your head, and kaeya stopped, only feet away from you. 

“kaeya, don’t,” you said with a small frown. “don’t do this. go home. leave.”

“you know i can’t,” he said. he stared at the double doors that led to the entrance. “i can’t sit at home knowing you’re marrying another man.”

you said nothing at that. 

you knew that you should just push past him and begin your procession down the aisle. your guests were sitting and waiting. diluc would begin to wonder if you had gotten cold feet. the knights of favonius would be sent to find you if you did not show up soon. 

but you couldn’t move. 

“i waited too long,” kaeya continued at your silence. his voice was laced with bitter regret. “i should have asked you out before he got the chance.”

“don’t,” you interrupted, suddenly angry. “don’t talk to me about that.”

kaeya ignored you. “but by then it was too late—“

“so why wait to tell me this now?” you cut him off. “why wait until the day of my wedding? did you finally realize that you could no longer have me?”

“yes.” the tiny one-word confession took you by surprise. you had expected kaeya to deny your accusation and give you a cheap excuse, not offer you the honest truth. 

“then you should have realized that years ago,” you responded, finally shoving past him. you paused and spared him one last glance over your shoulder. “i— i waited for you to confess your feelings to me. maybe i would have ended things with diluc.”

your truth was even uglier than his. “but it’s too late now. and i will not settle for you because you realized that i moved on.” 

a small part of you wondered if that last part was entirely true. and if it wasn’t, how was this at all fair to diluc? 

swallowing back the guilt and shame and questions, you faced forward again and forced yourself to continue onwards, to the entrance of the nave, down the aisle, up the to alter.

and this time, kaeya did not stop you. 

scaramouche.

it was a small ceremony in the zapolyarny palace. 

you stood at the alter across from childe with pulcinella as your officiant. the few harbingers that had not been sent out on a mission served as your witnesses. they sat in benches set up previously set up by lesser agents. 

as pulcinella continued his rather long speech about love and matrimony, you scanned your guests and found yourself disappointed that scaramouche was not there. but after being missing-in-action for the past couple of years, you really should have known better than to expect him. 

his betrayal of the fatui was evident, but you had still wanted him at your wedding. 

“and now we will begin the vows,” pulcinella announced. you turned your attention back to childe. you wondered if he had actually taken the time to memorize his vows, but that question was swiftly answered when he pulled out a neatly-folded piece of paper from his suit. 

childe cleared his throat and opened his mouth to begin, but before he could start the doors to the room slammed open with a loud bang. 

scaramouche stormed in shortly after and marched down the aisle, stopping short of the alter. the other harbingers got to their feet but one look from pulcinella warned them not to attack. you paid them no attention. you were unable to do anything but stare at scaramouche because he was actually here. 

“look at this,” he said, his voice full of venom. “this pathetic wedding. is this really what the harbingers have been up to without me?”

his laugh was without humor. it sounded more like a cackle and sent shivers down your spine. childe noticed and moved to stand in front of you, and scaramouche let out another mirthless laugh. “i mean… i had heard word of this little… ceremony. but really, who would have thought it’d be true?”

“what are you doing here, balladeer?” childe demanded. he had not yet summoned his vision, but it was clear he would at any given moment. “have you come to tell us why you’ve been gone for half a decade? why you have betrayed the tsaritsa?”

“no, of course not. that's none of your concerns,” scaramouche sneered. he pointed at you and childe and turned to face the room. “i’ve come to object this—“

scaramouche wasn’t able to finish because at a nod from pulcinella, arlecchino, the closest one to him, had tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him as she did. immediately the other harbingers moved to help her immobilize him, but arlecchino waved them off as she forced scaramouche to his knees in front of the alter. he struggled in her grasp, letting out a strangled, “what is the meaning of this?”

arlecchino angrily responded, “you admit you betrayed the tsaritsa and snezhnaya, though we already knew that. now that we've got you here, you will be answering our questions."

“we lured you here,” childe said, cutting off any protests from scaramouche. he stepped down to crouch in front of the balladeer. “spread rumors about me marrying [you]. you must have been out of practice in your absence for you to fall for such an elementary trap.”

he jerked his head to you. “it was their idea, actually. get you to object the wedding because you had been half in love with them before you disappeared. they even thought to exclude pierro and il captino to increase the odds of you showing your face.”

scaramouche turned to you then. betrayal and disgust shone on his face, but he didn’t look as surprised as you might have thought he would. maybe deep down inside, he had always known that you were capable of this. you were a member of the fatui, after all.

you gave him a wicked little grin. 

“oh but they’re coming,” you cooed. panic flashed in scaramouche’s eyes. you turned to arlecchino and then to il dottore, who was waiting to intervene if scaramouche somehow escaped. “take him away. we’ll let the jester deal with him however the tsaritsa desires.”

you ignored scaramouche's hurled insults and screams as the two of them dragged him out of the room to wherever the first harbinger was waiting. the few others left soon after. all that was left was you and childe and pulcinella, the latter still standing at the alter. 

“shall we continue?” childe asked. you merely laughed and walked out, only grateful that scaramouche had interrupted before the vows and rings were exchanged. 

[rinkaku34]

:vv

[weebneil]

Casually drops Scara X Heizou x Lyney x Kazuha HC

☆ Early birds: Kazuha and Heizou. They wake up early, do things early and have more free time in the evening.

☆ Lyney wakes up at around 10 or 10:30 am.

☆ Scara is like a cat. Sleeps till midday and then is awake the entire night. He hisses in his sleep but doesn't breathe in sleep.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Lyney is clingy and needy

☆ Heizou and Kazuha are a balance between clingy and distant

☆ Scara switches between clinginess and distance. During his period when he gets bad cramps he becomes extremely clingy and needy and if you try to leave you're asking to die. Usually he can handle clinginess for up to an hour before he needs a break.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Kazuha likes making breakfast but he usually has no variety.

☆ Heizou was once so busy trying to decide how long he needed to boil the eggs for, he overboiled them and caused them to explode and was banned from cooking.

☆ Lyney usually makes food too sweet because that's what his siblings used to like and his reflexes do that.

☆ Scara likes cooking, but he pretends to hate it and pretends to be annoyed by it.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Lyney hates spiders but isn't scared of them.

☆ Heizou and Kazuha are mildly scared of spiders and usually just set them free outside.

☆ Scara once electrocuted a spider so much it almost started a fire… it was a fake spider by Heizou who wanted to pull a silly prank. Heizou got to sleep on the couch that night.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Kazuha can't handle thunderstorms and usually hides under a table and covers his ears.

☆ Scara can't handle thunderstorms and shuts off internally. He stops responding to anything and just stands or sits still until the thunderstorm is over.

☆ Heizou and Lyney both try to keep Kazuha calm

Bonus:

Once Scara didn't turn back on after a thunderstorm and it nearly gave Lyney and Heizou a heart attack because they thought something went extremely wrong and they didn't know how to fix it.

Turns out Scara just fell asleep a minute before the thunderstorm ended and his battery had started the recharging process.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Kazuha, Heizou and Lyney all cuddle together when going to sleep.

☆ Scara lays next to them and usually stays out of the cuddle zone. He joins only when he needs the attention or the affection.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara's love language is gifts

☆ Lyney's love language is physically touch

☆ Heizou's and Kazuha's love language is mirrored. (a.k.a Scara's love language is gifts so their love language towards Scara is also gifts. Lyney's is physical touch so theirs towards him is also physically touch)

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Lyney, Heizou and Kazuha have a predictable period cycle, they know exactly when it's gonna happen, for how long and what symptoms they will experience they are also usually in sync and either suffer together with period cramps or no one has period cramps

☆ Scara has an unprecedented cycle. One month it's too early, another month it's too late, one month it's for 2 days, another month it's for almost 15. He always gets bad cramps, nausea and more. He thinks it's a punishment for letting Dottore experiment on him.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara takes a maximum 3 minute shower. In and out is his logic, he doesn't even sweat or get his hair dirty. He just wants to act more human.

☆ Occasionally Lyney or Heizou join Scara in the shower and they force him to wash his hair and his body even though Scara considers it a waste of water and shower products.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara likes reading books or writing an essay while sitting on a couch. Lyney or Kazuha occasionally sit on his lap and watch him work while playing with his hair. Scara doesn't mind it.

☆ When Heizou overworks himself Scara, Lyney and Kazuha all walk over to him and drag him to the bed and feed him proper food and water.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara gets sick rarely but when he does he tries to hide it from everyone for as long as possible. Heizou has gotten pretty good at guessing when Scara is sick just by the little changes in his behavior.

☆ Scara also gets panic attacks whenever someone else is sick because of his trauma and usually no matter what tries to sleep next to them or wrapped around them with his hand on their chest.

☆ Heizou gets sick rarely but when he does he usually tries to self isolate by working so Scara doesn't see him sick and so he doesn't infect others.

☆ Lyney gets sick occasionally but not too often, he usually just acts over dramatically during his sickness. His acting is so dramatic it, ironically, helps keep Scara calm.

☆ Kazuha gets sick here and there but he usually isn't sick for very long. Scara no longer has panic attacks when Kazuha is sick however he still dislikes it and follows Kazuha around like a lost kitten.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara usually calls his boyfriend by nicknames such as "Lyn, Hei, Kaz" but occasionally uses "Zuzu, Heihei, Lynlyn"

☆ Kazuha uses animals as pet names Scara is "Dark kitten", Lyney is "Light kitten" and Heizou is "Dear deer"

☆ Heizou uses "Darling, Sweetheart and Honey" as pet names

☆ Lyney is a mix between Heizou and Kazuha. Scara is "Darling kitten", Heizou is "Honey deer", and Kazuha is "Sweetheart fox"

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Scara is great at most board games, he only sucks at Uno because he gets extremely unlucky. He's banned from playing chess with Heizou because last time they played chess together they got into an argument over who was cheating, neither of them were, they both were overthinking.

☆ Kazuha is mediocre at most board games, but his luck is insane. He usually wins luck based games and is bad at strategy games.

☆ Heizou is good at mystery and strategy games. His luck is mediocre at best.

☆ Lyney is good at 1v1 games, he likes playing chess with Scara because to him and Scara it's like a competition on three different levels. The main game, the mind game, and the focus game. Scara usually beats him but Lyney doesn't mind.

☆ Scara never cheats in anything and never lies, he hates cheating and lying and dishonesty. He's only occasionally doesn't mention something or diverts attention in games

☆ Lyney occasionally cheats but gets caught immediately because of Heizous impressive deduction skills and Kazuha's 'wind voices'

☆ Heizou dislikes cheating but occasionally does it to win against Scara.

☆ Kazuha is the best liar in games but usually always reveals his lies at the end of the games.

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ when Scara runs out of mental energy to move he just flops onto the floor and doesn't move.

☆ Kazuha usually curls up and hugs a pillow when exhausted

☆ Lyney and Heizou try not to show their tiredness

»»————>☆☆☆<————««

☆ Kazuha gets drunk easier but never has hangovers or throws up from drinking too much.

☆ Lyney doesn't drink enough to get drunk.

☆ Heizou doesn't drink and just makes sure everyone else is okay.

☆ Scara gets drunk after a lot of bottles of alcohol. He has high resistance to alcohol. However once he's very drunk he becomes emotional and cries a lot while also tends to get nauseous.

☆ That's all, bye bye ☆

[currebunz]

Childe/You/Scaramouche poly relationship headcannons

-Childe is the chef, Scaramouche favors this. You can help out but usually, Childe is cooking. They will let you cook if you want to though.

-Scaramouche gets jealous when Childe is getting too much attention.

-Childe gets jealous when Scaramouche is getting too much attention.

-Good luck satisfying these two and keeping them from fighting.

-Childe will get cuddly, pampering you with lots of love and kisses to annoy Scaramouche.

-Scaramouche just tries to take you places Childe might not want to go. Or he will invite only you and not tell Childe.

-They are very catty with each other so you have to remind them to tone it down.

-However, when they notice you are having a bad day they reach a truce. Offering you whatever might brighten your mood.

-Childe will team up with you to do something for Scaramouche, like making dinner or surprising him.

-Scaramouche will often get you gifts, asking you to help him pick something out for Childe.

-Very rarely, usually, when you aren't watching, they will have soft moments together.

-You have blackmail of them sleeping together while they waited for your return.

-Scaramouche gets could easily, which leads to Childe putting you both in his large winter coat.

-Cuddle positions usually has Childe as the big spoon, then you, and lastly Scaramouche. Depending on where you are, Scaramouche or you will switch places.

-Childe is the spender, not that Scaramouche will argue.

-Neither of them put their work over you, they will only act in ways that benefit the relationship.

[theartarmature]

You cannot change the past, and the future is unknown. Enjoy the present, and always move forward.

Happy Birthday, Wanderer!

[lemonmaid]

Imagine if Genshin Impact was a reality show.

Warnings(?): kinda modernized and slight ships? And a reference to stoners and being depressed

Xiao: "my dad decided to date someone who is a few years older than me, I'm pretty sure they also tried to kill him several times before. Fucking slut".

Zhongli: "Xiao, we don't use that language in this house sweetheart".

Xiao: "I wish mom was here".

Childe: "hey there champ!".

Xiao: "kill yourself".

....

Venti: "now I know it is the holidays so that just means I have an excuse to drink more".

....

Keaya: "three things I love about the holidays, 1. I can drink with family and friends, 2. I get things, and 3. I get to start drama and it is excused".

...

Scaramouche: "I don't mean to sound like a bitch but this food taste like shit"

Ei: "Excuse me?"

Scaramouche: "oh suddenly we aren't taking constructive criticism? Oh let's make fun of Scaramouche for joining a cult but let's not help him! In fact let's abandon him!"

*slams door*

Yae *drunk*: "heh, I remember being 500 years old, teenagers. Am I right?"

...

Aether:" and then he tells me that they are just roommates but like who lives in a one-bedroom house with a roommate?"

Cyno: "someone who doesn't like their business in others people's mouths".

...

Kazuha: "mushrooms? Not that I'm one to judge for someone's intakes"

Tighnari: "oh please, this is more better than that dreadful Naku Weed. You didn't even bother bringing any drinks!"

Kazuha: "not my fault that you took a big hit"

Scaramouche: "what are you stoners doing?"

Kazuha: "trying not to be depressed".

[missdema]

🔞 Scaramona fic 🔞

Knee Socks ⊱ Link

⊱ Prompts: Worship and Leg

⊱ Words: 1,340

⊱ Mona is stressed out between assignments and university exams. Fortunately, her boyfriend tries to guarantee her peace of mind… Only in a more specific way.

Or, Scaramona University AU

[wingzemonx]

I received Scaramouche's birthday message, signed by Wanderer. The problem? I haven't done the Sumeru Archon quest yet... So I imagine my Lumine reading it and seriously questioning: "Who is this person, and why are they texting me?"

[triopsarecute]