#kunikuzushi comfort

[minminho0]

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◈Irresistible◈

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<Scaramouche x Reader>

- Smut

Summary: Scaramouche can't resist anymore and decided to make his dreams come true.

Warnings: Somnophilia, yandere, creampie, blood, rape, badly written smut.

A/n: first time writing smut lol

I cant believe i worte this after we went to church🤕

I hope you enjoy~!

✳Masterlist✳

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"You're not going to escape me" he said while looking over the unconscious body below.

He startes draging the body to his bathroom to clean up the stained blood that is currently scattered around your body. While washing your body, he cant help but admire how beautiful you are and how your clothes hug your body so perfectly. It makes him wonder if you specifically wore this dress just for him. All that admiring makes him quite hard. He took of your clothes off and threw it on a random corner. He wasted no time and started kissing, sucking and marking your skin. He carried you effortlessly and started heading to his bedroom, still biting your skin and grinding his clothed dick on you. 

He finally got to his room and opened the door. He gently threw you on to his bed and hurriedly took off his clothes.

He reached for his drawer and pulled out a bittle of lube, he put some on your vagina and his dick and threw the lube on the side.

He slowly insterted his tip and he quickly moaned out in delight.

"Ah~ this is much better that i thought" he looked up and saw your face, still asleep. He pushed his entire length inside of you and he noticed your face shaked a bit before going back to your relax face.

"Mhm~ ha.. You're so pretty~ ahh!" He started thrusting in and out of you, starting with a slow pace quickly being replaced with a quicker one as it progresses.

He was to last in pleasure, he didn't even realized he already came.

"Ha! Ha... Mhm~.." He slowly came down from his high and stared at your face.

"You're so beautiful~" he said before kissing your lips. He pulled out of you and quickly saw his cum oozing out of you.

"So pretty~ i love you so much" he mumbled. He cleaned you up and put some clothes onto you and him. He carried you to your room and tacked you in your bed.

"Good night, Darling~" he kissed your forhead and started walking to his room.

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I hope you enjoyed it~!

-April 9, 2023

[lustlovehart]

Hiii! I've never done this before but... What if Scara and reader had a fight... Like a fight fight... and reader was seriously injured due to him being blinded be emotions... What do you think would the aftermath of this...?

A/n: Yet again, another ask that i was originally gonna js give a short thought to, turned into something longer *sigh* (I need to stop doing this).

Summary: [Angst/Comfort]He could never say sorry, even in the moments it mattered.

Warnings: Harm to reader, Scars, Unrealistic Writing of getting hit with lightning,

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During his time in the fatui, no one exactly had the galls of stopping his rampages. The balladeer is quite famed for his regular intervals of anger, you’re no stranger to it yourself, you’ve seen him mad. it’s just…

Hes never been angry towards you.

You’d get the occasionally scoff every now and then if you uttered something he found foolish, but never has he lashed out at you to such a degree. Not to this level. He’s painfully reminded by his ignorance as soon as his hand crafted eyes lay sight upon your bare form, a body, a human body, covered in scars from lightning. Lightning he inherited, lightning he engaged, lightning he struck you with.

There’s no doubt, the silence is defeaning while you sit with him in the empty room, waiting for one of the medical professionals in the fatui to check on you.

He’s silent. It’s rare. He’s never been quiet for more than 5 minutes with you. He’s either complaining or attempting to make small talk a vast majority of the time, typically the former. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t even stare at you like he always does. You’re about to break the silence before the harbinger breaks it for you.

“You don’t look okay.” He doesn’t look at you, his vision trained on the white tile at his feet.

“Yeah. you struck me with lightning.”

…

“oh.”

It doesn’t hit you until he releases a quiet ‘oh’ from his mouth. Something you probably know better than anyone else that has been on teyvat within his 500 year lifespan.

This man can not say sorry.

“oh? Oh? Kunikuzushi put your pride away for one second.” you don’t try to hide the frustration in your voice. You truly did not mind the eccentricities the puppet in front of you holds, you never did, not even when you first met him.

He still doesn’t answer but you can see the way his face winces and widens in the same moment. Seems he got way too accustomed to ‘Kuni’ and ‘Scara’ to remember that you do in fact remember his given name.

“What else should I say to you? I’ll strike harder next time?” He isn’t getting mad, he was only infuriated earlier, but not now. You can see his demeanor start changing. Whether it be in the direction you want it to go, you’re not sure yet.

“Maybe a sorry? An apology? A “oh forgive me [Name] I love you so much?” He doesn’t answer you, he only scoffs and fall back onto the back of his chair. You don’t miss the way his fingers dig into the cloth of his clothing, probably using it as a replacement for human skin.

The man can’t breathe, but you can hear him inhale and exhale before his next words.

“i don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to- well not at you.” It comes out softer than the other words hes said to you the entire period of time in the room. His eyes are finally off the floor, trying their best to maintain contact with your own.

Once again, all thats left between the space of you two, is silence. You look away from him for a moment, fiddling with the blanket draped over your legs. You’d like to assume that’s the closest you’ll get to an ‘I’m sorry from him’, but you can’t accept that, so you don’t reply. Ever since waking up, you never were able to see the scars on your body, only the ones on your arms. You wonder if they look hideous.

Your hand reaches behind you to your back, your fingers grazing whatever part you assume suffers scarring.

“Are you worried about how it looks?”

“No, not at all, fighting is commonplace in the fatui.”

“Lying isn’t good, you told me that yourself didn’t you?” Damn him and his pristine memory. You can never remember where you leave your keys yet he can remember things you’ve said to him years ago?

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“No matter how scarred and beaten you are you’re still [Name] are you not?” With the way he’s looking at you, you’re sure this is another thing he’d want to keep out of the publics knowledge. “Even without your face i’d strike someone down for you in an instant.”

“Oh like you did to me?”

“…” Seems the sweet moment was ruined. You don’t mind though, it’s funny to you.

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The weeks that followed still held some tension. You’d refused to see him for awhile. When asked by some trembling lower subordinate, one in which the harbinger had personally sent, why you weren’t seeing him, your reply made the soldier fear for his own downfall.

“He’s insufferable right now. I’ll talk to him when he shows me he’s not a man child who can’t admit his faults.” You’ve always been able to put up with his outbursts, but right now, you realize maybe you should turn up your attitude with him.

After that unfortunate event, not unfortunate for you, for the fatuss, your days have seemingly been more dull. You’ve forgotten just how eccentric the balladeer is. Waking up never seemed so boring, the puppet would either be by your side in the early mornings, or knocking on the door ready to whisk you away.

Seems that routine is coming back.

“Oh? Have you finally swallowed your ego-“

“I’m sorry.”

Seems he couldn’t go any longer without you, how sweet.

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Tagging this, I was super confused if this could be characterized as angst w/ comfort or fluff. I just did both though.

[su-rodriguez]

This AU don't have sense. This exist cuz I like the aestethic of Kabukimono and Abyss Prince together, lol. This is something I wrote last year. Here the two "chapters" and two silly chibis

[bohbee]

Do you think you could do some genshin characters reacting to you flinching during a fight? 👉🏻👈🏻 Im not picky with which characters as long as Childe is included

Flinching During an Argument, Genshin.

Part 1?

Masterlist

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Wanderer.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, misunderstandings, past abusive relationships, insecurities, yelling, blood (unrelated), potential harming.

Notes: There are some kinds of spoilers for The Wanderers but yeah >:). Sorry for not writing for a long time, there's been a lot of stressful things happening in my life right now but I'm trying to write more :). There will be more parts to this I just don't know when.

Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)

The room which was usually filled with laughs and smiles now had a dark aura. Both occupants of the household argue with each other, in a fit of rage and hurt. "Ajax please just listen to me! I could've lost you!" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes, a shudder left your chest as your boyfriend's eyes darkened towards you. His boots took a step forward and he pointed his finger toward you.

"You always underestimate me!" A vein popped from his forehead, the air getting thick causing your heart to speed up. "Ajax I di-" He cut you off with a shout causing you to back up into the wall "No! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED THROUGH TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT"

He went to push the hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand swayed in front of your face causing you to cover your eyes, frightened of his next course of action. Your knees buckle slightly. Childe's movements came to a halt, and his annoyance quickly left, now filled with shock and pain.

"Dove... I-" he started to speak, his hands gently grabbing yours, delicately not to strike for negative emotions in you. As he moved your defense, he winced at your fear-struck face, tears he caused painting your skin. "I would never... ever harm you... I'm so- so sorry" He opened his arms slowly, trying not to frighten you, offering for you to hug him, and you pounced into his grasp. Small sobs emitted from your throat, "I'm sorry- I just don't want to -hic- lose you, and I-" your rambling was cut off by a small hush from the ginger.

"I would never leave you... I was being unreasonable, let's just drop it for now, come on I'll take you to the bedroom."

The rest of the day was filled with soft hums, and both of you enjoyed each other's presence. "My dove?" Tartaglia's voice was soft, you looked up to meet his eyes questioning him. "C'mon let's go to a restaurant.... let me treat you?" He said, well more of asked... still not knowing how much you were willing to do. "Of course.... let's go."

Diluc

Nothing was different from today than any other day, you went on commissions and came home to your loving husband. However, the crimson irises begged to differ. "You need to stop being so reckless! You've come home yet again with a new bloodied bandage!" His tone was deep, filled with irritation and worry. Though, that didn't do much but annoy you. "Luc, please listen to me, love. This is a part of working for the Guild!"

His eyes shot toward yours, pure frustration filling his pupils. "Every. Day." He started, his body slowly getting up from where he was sitting. "I. Have. To. See. You. Get. Hurt." His body was slightly in front of you, a two-foot gap in between your bodies. "EVERY. DAMN. DAY.!" His booming voice shook the air, causing you to flinch and stumble onto the ground.

A few seconds of silence went by until he kneeled to where you fell. "I am deeply sorry, I- it was never my intention to frighten you, my love." His eyes were filled with shame and insecurity, his gloved hand reached out to you slowly. You softly grabbed it allowing him to pull you up and into a hug, watching for your injuries. "I'm sor-" you started but your husband shushed you "No need dear, I must be the one to apologize. I was being rash, just promise me that you'll be more careful?"

You nodded softly and hugged his torso a bit tighter, the both of you stood in the common room for a while before he broke away from the embrace. "Why don't you let me re-bandage your injuries and then after we can go for a walk?"

As the day continued on, the well-known couple could be seen walking down the paths of the outskirts of Monstadt. Hand in hand, soft delicate smiles painting both of their features.

Kaeya

Sadly, petty arguments with Kaeya always happened, it was all fine though. None of it really went far, that is until now. The two of you were in his office at the KOF building, snapping at each other. Snarky comments and shouts were heard throughout the whole building, though no one dared to enter not even Lisa nor Jean.

"You are being unreasonable!" you shouted at the blue-haired male who only scoffed back, he stood from his seat and turned his back away from you. "For the last time, now listen real closely and get it through your more than thick skull." He slowly turned towards you, his deep frustrated tone quickly shutting you up. "She was NOT flirting with me, just because you're insecure does not mean you get to PROJECT your feelings on me nor the poor lady who was being nice."

His words made you wince, stepping back in shock as you look up into his eyes with hurt, no more than hurt..... betrayal "oh." Your head bobbed in a quick nod as you went to leave the room. "W-wait.... (y/n) shit... I didn't mean-" he chased after you. The people in the city watched in shock which only rubbed the salt more in your wound.

You finally made it to your home, your boyfriend rushing in behind you. No words were spoken, his strong arms yanked you into a hug as you sobbed into his chest. "I....... I am so so sorry snowflake......" your loud cries pulled at his heart strings. After gathering your emotions, you went to respond, feeling guilty for the situation. "You were ri-" his soft lips slammed onto yours, effectively stopping your words. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

The two of you made an executive decision to take some time off together in which Jean more than happily approved of. The two of you were now in the amazing city of Sumeru, sitting together in the Grand Bazaar. Your head laying on his soft shoulder as both of you watch the amazing dancers.

Wanderer (Kuni)

You and the umbrella hat male were walking down a trail in the outskirts of Gandharva Ville, when suddenly a random root appeared from nowhere, which caused your body to fling forward into the ground. The Wanderer turned around slightly shocked, he laughed slightly and swung his hand to help you up. But the sudden motion frightened you and caused you to cower backwards. "I'm sorry!" you yelped out while closing your eyes, preparing for the hit that would never come.

Kuni looked at you shocked, no words left his mouth, he was truly stunned at the scene in front of him. You soon opened your eyes and looked to the side embarrassed, "I- uh- sorry heh, that's embarrassing.... well lets uh continue." You stood up and brushed your pants off and walked past your "new" boyfriend, expecting him to follow you. Though his next words, stopped your movements.

"What......" he paused before slightly hanging his head in shame "I know I used to... treat you unfairly....... just know that I am trying to get better." he muttered before walking to you and gripping the back of your shirt. "I don't want to lose nor hurt the one I love...." he mumbled before he slowly and awkwardly hugged you from behind.

"I know you are trying.... don't think I've given up on you Ku.... I trust you."

Over time, the two of you slowly dropped your walls with each other, becoming closer than ever. He was a completely different person than the one you used to date. Same face..... same body.... same soul..... just different purpose.

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I hope this is good :), I love you guys... also dude why are genshin characters written so WELL gah damn!

[damianito]

The warm hug of your enemy

[sweet-almonds]

boyfriend!scaramouche when he had your first kiss, he was really nervous, his breathing uneasy when he confessed his love to you and was getting anxious when you didn't reply to his love letter that he took hours to write, mainly for the reasons of writing something and erasing it, worrying that you wouldn't like it; he closed his eyes, bitting his lip anxiously, praying to whichever archon can listen to him that this was all a dream, but what he didn't expect was when you carefully kissed his lips, not wanting to startle him, nonetheless he did get startled lmao.

boyfriend!scaramouche when he takes you to dinner dates; he always holds your hand, kissing it gently, barely grazing his lips on the back of your hand. he NEVER lets you walk by yourself to his car, he always walks to your door, knock's on your door in a specific order that you two made to make sure who was knocking and takes you out to one of the most EXPENSIVE restaurants in town, lucky you he rich rich he also brings a bouquet of flowers, but not a normal bouquet, but a bouquet of YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER🥺🥺

boyfriend!scaramouche who's love language is quality time. when his mother, and his two only friends had left him, he had no one to rely on, he had only himself; so in the beginning steps of your relationship, he would always annoy you, be sometimes mean to you, but don't take it seriously please, he really does love you, he really does, he just needs some time to process what was happening with his mind and his feelings, and in his mind, the best way to do so is pushing you away. but always keep an eye on him and stay close, because with time, he will realize that you really mean to stay, and he will warm up to you. he sometimes will let out a few remarks, but he doesn't mean it, that's just his way of saying that he wants you by his side forever.

boyfriend!scaramouche when you two started to live together in his luxury apartment, he would tell you that he had major nightmares, reliving the memory of his mother leaving him, but ever since he met you, he has been having nightmares of YOU, leaving him behind in the darkness; waking up with tears streaming down his eyes. but ANYWAY, he basically said "so um, if i ever do that, just go back to sleep, i'll be fine👍". you didn't reply, but you are definitely NOT going to leave him all alone at night, crying his eyeballs out🥺. so when he did wake up at night, you would wake up, and hug him, putting one of your hands behind his head, burying his face into your chest, while also singing a melody your mother would sing to you when you were a child; at the beginning, he would protest, but not long after, he gave up, and just ended up falling asleep on your chest, snuggling up closer to you. if you listen closer, you can hear him say 'i love you' in his sleep with a smile on his face.

boyfriend!scaramouche that is just madly in love with you, and doesn't intend on letting you go, he wants to stay by your side forever, he wants to be the person you can depend on, the one you can trust, the one you can love. and he will not stop untill you give your heart to him, so that he can keep it in his safe place, his very own heart.

maybe i should do another one?

[meiporang]

☆ ఌ︎ . . 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 .

☆ ఌ︎ . . kunikuzushi / scaramouche x reader

"can you promise me something?" kunikuzushi whispers. his body a bit awkward as he rests on your bed, barely any proximity between your own. your heart flutters at how his soft hand grasps your own so tenderly.

"yes?" you brush a lock of hair out of his face, admiring how ethereal he looks with the moonlight shining on his features. you find the way his soft cheeks glow a rosy hue from your movements quite cute.

"promise me you won't ever leave me."

kuni can be difficult sometimes. he can be rude and flippant, and most would be turned away by his offensive speech if they did not know him well.

but you see underneath that facade. you see the true emotions he harbors underneath the walls he put up after so, so many sorrow experiences.

and you're so accepting to him, he thinks he doesn't deserve you. you're always there to be his anchor even when he could potentially hurt you.

with you, he can be vulnerable.

he's found his home in you.

as much as he initially didn't want to, he has fallen in love with you.

in all honesty, he was scared. scared of loving you and losing you. if he became too attached, then nothing would cure his heartache when he is left alone once again.

before he realized it, he was already in too deep.

he wants to always be around you. to accompany wherever you go, to be bound to you for eternity.

he wants to be there for you when you're happy, and when you're sad. just like how you're always there to comfort him when he needs it.

when he sees you with other people speaking so joyously, a pang of jealousy hits him. he can't help but fear if you'll leave if you meet someone better. he knows he's not a good partner, so what if you find someone who can give you all the love you deserve, and won't drag you down because their problems?

just the thought of you being with someone else, eyes crinkled with mirth and ringing laughter, has him shaking with anxiety.

he wants you to himself only.

"of course, kuni. i promise." your tranquil smile never fails to make him feel weak in the knees.

"i love you," is the last thing you whisper as you drift off to slumber.

as you sleep, your hands are still intwined together. he takes his other hand and caresses your hair gently, his touch as if he's handling a porcelain doll.

he slowly leans in to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek, his expression benign.

"i love you too, [name]. sweet dreams."

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : he's lowkey a red flag here but he's MY red flag!!

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Here comes a thought about betrayal /// reverse comfort!Scaramouche x reader

a/n: I’m going to update this more later but after seeing his backstory I couldn’t not write something because fuck that was sad even though I knew it was coming. @lilia-sspouse and @fatuikisser

3.1 SPOILERS FOR SCARAMOUCHE’S BACKSTORY BELOW

Tears fell in streams down his pale cheeks as he forced himself to continue telling the trauma he endured when he first witnessed the world’s cruelty. First his own creator, the person who put so much time and effort into making him a divine being, the person who he thought was his mother casting him aside because he shed tears in his sleep. If only she knew Ei knew she’d already caused more harm then she meant or left a note then maybe all of the pain could have been avoided.

You couldn’t help but cover your mouth in shock and muffle your own sobs with him as you heard the cruelty he was subjected to. Tightening the grip on his hand that you held and intertwining your fingers, rubbing his soft violet hair and cradled him against your chest. “I’m sorry-” were the only words you could muster. Scaramouche’s arms wormed their way around your waist, clinging to you like you’d disappear any second and clearly trying to hold back his emotions.

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything you helped prove me wrong.” His red tears eyes met yours and smiled with so much thankfulness. “Humans can be trusted and I’m not worthless for showing emotions.” Laughter left your lips happy and broken, leaning your forehead against his and whispering praises. “You’re beautiful and amazing. Even after every betrayal, everytime the world beat you down and only showed you the worst part of existence… you still chose to trust again, to trust me.”

Silent filled the air for a moment or two before your lover let out a sob and became overwhelmed with relief. Emotions he hadn’t felt since his creation and forced himself to get rid of once he saw the world for what it is. More tears pricked his eyes and dripped down his flushed red cheeks, seeing nothing but love and adoration in your irises. “It’s okay to cry. I’ll never leave you. Not ever.”

The dam broke, hundreds of years of suppressed despair and hurt came flooding back and pouring out of his heart. Scaramouche couldn’t believe he’d found you and not only did you not leave him but you loved him for himself and all he was. For months it felt like something was tricking him, leading him to believe that it was alright for him to open up and waiting to lull him into a false sense of security only to betray him once again.

You heard bits and pieces of babbles that he spat out, “I thought I could trust Katsuragi”, “that child was exactly like me”, and “she was my mother but she didn’t think I was worth keeping”. All of it felt like knives to your heart but you could only comfort the former harbinger and kiss his tears away. Holding him close to your own heart and letting the steady beat of it ground him, reminding Scaramouche that you were real and not another trick meant to hurt him.

His cries softened and became sniffles, streams being reduced to a trickle and breath shaky from hyperventilating. Meeting you gaze and hugging you tightly, kissing you with so much love and passion than he thought possible. “I have you and that’s all I need. The person who showed me love can be a good thing.”

[tatorthots]

— a jealous encounter

Featured: wanderer x afab!reader x Childe (implied)

cw: suggestive themes, jealousy, cursing, (slight) hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, (slight) possessiveness

Synopsis: Jealousy is nothing more than a pathetic human emotion. It’s truly almost humorous how insecure and weak-minded mortals are, getting riled up simply because the object of their affection gets a little attention. Of course, the former sixth harbinger is far above such trivial emotions (he’s not)

a/n: scara being jealous, soft, and sulky because I said so and also I used sm names for scara because I didn’t know what name to use and I panicked btw have you guys been playing the windtrace event?? I literally can’t stop playing it help

art credit: @Liann1009 on twt

The swaying of forest leaves reflected off the clear spring waters of the still river you had come to rest by. The sun was still high above the fluffy clouds and its warmth gently kissed the skin of every living being and creature under it. It was truly a beautiful day in the outskirts of Sumeru City. And along with the chirping of birds, the sound of your laughter resonated through the forest breeze like a soft melody — absolutely enchanting, he thought, if it wasn’t caused by that damned insolent insect.

Archons, could the man not get a break? Is this finally the ‘divine punishment’ mortals so often preach about? Glaring sharp eyes quietly trailed the tall, orange-headed idiot as he fumbled around you like some love-sick child, far too comfortable with you for the latter's liking. Feelings of disdain soon turned to seething anger. Despite all my efforts, slender fingers dug into the grass underneath him, he still manages to ruin what little I have. Had he not gone through grueling enough changes? Did sacrificing absolutely everything to start anew mean so little? He gave up his past titles, erased his previous relationships, and severed every last thread that connected him to his past self — aside from you — and yet, here stood the bane of his existence during his time as a Fatui Harbinger. And to make things worse, you’re actually friends with him.

Childe, he sneered.

“Ajax, how could you get so excited over anemo slimes?” You giggled as your eyes fluttered into crescents and you bashfully hit the freckled man next to you. You couldn’t help but tease your longtime friend for getting so excited over a few anemo slimes floating around a tree. Though you’d admit, the straight edge determination reflecting from his ocean eyes as he stood straight and strung his bow back to aim made your stomach swirl slightly. You noticed the way his fingertips elegantly let go of the string and effortlessly sliced through the anemo slime mid-air, despite being positioned below and meters away from the distant cliff side tree the anemo slimes were hovering around. It’s amazing, you thought. But what earned him your admiration was the simple fact that he wasn’t trying. Childe didn’t need to. Even when he’s doing something in lighthearted fun, so long as it involves weapons, he’ll breeze through any obstacle or ‘challenge’ with ease. That’s what made Childe, Tartaglia.

However, there was someone who didn’t share that sentiment.

Honestly, Scaramouche doesn’t even know how he ended up in this archon-forsaken situation. The day had begun like any other day, with your limbs intertwined with Scaramouche as he gently stroked your hair and counted the seconds in between as your chest slowly rose and fell — an action he vehemently denies that he does because he longs for your touch; not to mention that it just so happens that the feel of your body against his calms the occasional insecurities and self-deprecating voices whispering in his head. Scaramouche lightly shook his head in flustered contempt when he caught himself softly smiling and gqze slightly softening at the memory of your skin against his, useless thoughts aren’t going to aid me in figuring out how or why I’m stuck here. internally groaning he thought of when you woke up today. you had found him already awake and tidying up the room you had both stayed in the previous night. As you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you watched Scaramouches quick and precise movements as he prepared your traveling satchel. Funny, you thought, he does all this and I never hear a thing. As much of a light sleeper as you might be, no matter how many chores he’s completed before you wake, you never hear a sound stir you from your slumber. Of course, when you finally got out of bed you found yourself presented with a small plate of assorted fresh fruit waiting for you on the kitchen table, a sight you see every morning. However, you’ve long learned better than to outright thank him for breakfast, or any small acts of service. Not because you don’t appreciate his quiet considerations, but because you learned that Scaramouche will act like a total brat if you confront him about his kindness. Insults range from calling you a moron to being labeled delusional, so you’ve figured it’s best to enjoy these little things and thank him in that way. Lastly, Scara thought about the events that happened after breakfast when it was time to set off yet again. Ah, that’s right…, he begrudgingly remembered. it was as soon as you left the inn that you happened to bump into a tall figure. An apology left your lips quickly before you hurriedly scrambled to catch up to Scaramouches' fading figure until a hand cautiously grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n?” The stranger spoke. At the sound of your name, you quickly whipped your head around to see a messy head of orange locks and a familiar lopsided smile being directed at you. “Ajax?” “So it is you—!!” Sculpted arms immediately wrapped around your frame and lifted you into their embrace. “It’s been too long!”, the voice beamed, and your momentary confusion soon turned into joy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly giggled. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission in Inazuma?” You questioned as he set you down with his hands still latched onto your hips, “Well I was mostly there for personal affairs, and I just arrived in sumeru a few weeks ago on assignment,” his voice softened as his head slightly tilted to the side, “I’ve been missing you.” Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you brushed your thumb across the freckles adorning the mighty 11ths features, “I’ve missed you too, Ajax.” Then as if a light bulb had just lit up in his head Childe clasped his hand over yours, “Are you free today? Why don’t you go sightseeing with me? My treat!” “Ah, well I’m actually traveli—“ but before you could finish your sentence you felt cold fingertips clasp around your forearm and roughly snatch it away from the gingers hold, “She’s traveling with me,” indigo irises narrowed menacingly on Childe, and the pure aura exuding from the raven-haired man was comparably hostel to the icy and dreadful snowstorms of Snezhnaya. Scaramouche forced himself between you and Childe, standing protectively in front of you as the latter glared down at him with a smile still plastered across his lips, “Comrade. Who’s this?” Childe inquired, “Oh! This is m—“ you tried answering but Scaramouche cut you off once more with an exaggerated scoff, “The question is who are you?” Crossing his arms and holding his head ever so arrogantly he continued, “Tch. Don't you have any common decency? Or are you just too impertinent to practice basic respect?” A short, dry laugh left Childes lips, “I see.” Crossing his arm and raising a hand up to lightly tap his fingertips on his jaw, Childe feigned ignorance, “Y/n never minded my touches,” with a taunting smile and desolate eyes, he chuckled, “in fact, I’m all too familiar with where she prefers to be touched.” And with that Scaramouches patience snapped, “You dare to—“ sensing the oncoming altercation you quickly grabbed a hold of Scaras hand and guided him behind you, “You’re both very important to me,” you began, “and if I matter to either of you then you’d respect those who matter to me,” glancing between the two men you sharpened your tone, “I’d like you both to get along.”

That was the last thing Scaramouche recalled before he found himself third wheeling the rest of the day. With each moment seemingly getting worse and worse. What an infantile reason to get excited about. They’re practically oversized balloons, his attention darted in Childes direction and his usual scowl was now replaced with a daggering glower, Evidently, this damn worthless scum is filled with much more hot air than any damn anemo slime in the sky.

Scaramouche wasn’t ignorant, it was clear to him since that nuisance came around that his former Harbinger ‘comrade’ had deeper feelings for you than he let on. After all, despite his distaste for the man Scara had spent adequate enough time with Childe to learn a few aspects about him; firstly, Childe can be described by humans as having an extroverted, ‘charming’ persona, and he has no trouble making friends wherever he goes, however, he never lets anyone touch him — it’s a subtle habit and not one easily picked up on; a far cry to the current situation in which Scaramouche has had to swat his hand away from you for the fourth time in a minute. Secondly, despite the hours upon hours the idiot could spend rambling about fishing or spar training, he never actually shares any personal information about himself, and yet, he’d gone as far as surrendering his real name to you. Not to mention he had no problem speaking to you about how much his siblings would ‘love’ you, of course, they’d love her, he scoffed, who doesn’t fall for her? Lastly, and most notably, Childe has no glimmer of life in his eyes. To be honest, if Scaramouche had to think, the only other time the 11th showed even a hint of a glint he would say it would be when Childes tearing his enemies limb from limb — an idea Scara is finding more and more appealing. So then, he thought, I guess I’ll just have to stomp on that little light of his. Tapping his foot impatiently on the ground an ominous shadow gloomed over his face as he lost himself in his thoughts, she’s mine. mine. mine. It had been long since Scaramouche had realized his feelings for you, and he had made it very clear to you that he had no intention of sharing you with others. No, Scaramouche no longer wanted just your friendship, he wanted you.

“Shall I go buy some snacks from a food stall nearby before dinner, comrade?” Standing from his spot next to you, Childe towered over you with his body leaning down to loom mere inches from your slightly warmed face, “I did say I’d treat you today..” half-lidded eyes traced your movements as he brought a gloved hand to cascade across your cheekbone, “didn’t I?” His voice was low and his smile smug; Childe knew full well what he was doing in front of Scaramouche, and he basked in it, though it’s not as if these actions were all too new either. “A-ah.. I- um,” stuttering over her words, huh?, Childe mused, how cute. However, the mere sight of this atrocious act almost made Scaramouche use his anemo vision to slice that wretched excuse of a warrior in half. With a soft smile, you leaned into Childes hand, making the man’s eyes widen in slight surprise as a light dust of pink spread over his face, “That’d be great Ajax, thank you.”

Internally groaning, Scaramouche rested his arms on his knees and hid his head behind his arms as his pretty lilac eyes stayed focused on you, there’s her smile again…, his brows faintly knitted together when he felt his chest start to ache, always caused by something else. He couldn’t help but wonder whether you were truly happy wandering through the lands of Teyvat with him.

“Then I’ll make it quick!” With a goofy smile and a wink, Childe went off into the city walls. Leaving you and Scaramouche resting alone with nothing more than the sound of the river flowing and the city chatter lightly busting in the background. Closing his eyes, Scaramouches brows quirked in annoyance, that self-serving imbecile didn’t even bother to pretend he even remembered me. The feeling in his chest was all too familiar to the electro Archons puppet. Clutching where his heart should be he couldn’t understand why this feeling wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t learned his lesson despite starting anew. Maybe I was meant to live this way… he thought. Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, Scara whipped his head up to see you sitting right next to him, your body lulled to the side and brushing against him as you tilted your head down to get a better look at his sulking face. For a second he was stunned by the suddenness of your closeness, but then he was held captive by your feathery lashes and beaming smile; a warm smile finally directed at him. How quickly his chest went from hurting to blooming with warmth was almost pathetic. Even if you were the reason why he was drowning in misery, even if his pain had been caused by your ignorance, you were still the reason why he felt joy. It’s always because of you…, without realizing his hand had already reached to gently tuck the loose strands of hair blowing across your face, and just as quickly as he realized he retracted his hand in a huff of frustration and embarrassment.

Humming in acknowledgment, you stared off into the grassy mountains of sumeru, “You’ve been awfully quiet today,” your voice was soft and tranquil, “how uncharacteristic of you, no?” Glancing to the side you smiled when you saw him lightly scoff under his breath as he turned his head away from your direction.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re rambling on about.” He grumbled.

“Shall I elaborate?”

“I’d rather you not.” Piercing irises threateningly glared in your direction.

“You’ve been ill-tempered,” you began, and Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “hmm which isn’t all too out of the ordinary, but you’ve definitely been lashing out at every little thing.” With a knowing glint, you glanced at your longtime companion, “Not to mention your aggression with Ajax.” And at that Scaramouche grimaced at the way you spoke his actual name, “You force yourself between Ajax and I whenever he gets close, you demean every single thing he says, you smack his hand away when he reaches out to me — even if it’s just to hand me something, and you taunt and mock him every chance you get,” pausing for a second you let out a heavy exhale before softening your gaze, unsure of whether what you say next is the right thing. “Kuni… all of that isn’t what worries me,” at that you felt his entire body stiffen, seemingly holding his breath as if every ticking second was more important than the last, “I noticed the nail marks you have on your palms from all the time you’ve spent clenching your fists, and I see the conflict that’s been raging behind your eyes since this journey with the three of us began,” balling your owns fists on the fabric of your clothes you let out your final observation, “As small as the changes are, or as hard as you try to hide it, kunikuzushi, I see you. I’ve memorized every expression, studied every curve and line that forms on your features and what they mean… I know you fear that I’ll abandon you,” you purse your lips at the thought, “So how dare you. How dare you ever think I would abandon my other half.”

The absolute, incredulous stare Scaramouche gave you almost made you choke out a muffled laugh. Catching the anemo holder off guard and speechless was a prize all too rare to witness. Yet, what caught your attention wasn’t that you’ve managed to leave him stunned and tight-lipped but instead the unfamiliar red that spread from his cheeks to his ears. There was a quiet gasp from your lips as you admired how beautifully his pale complexion was set off by the searing color. Instantly, your ears perk up as he speaks.

“I.. you don’t…” he began, but immediately he stopped himself. Then, a moment passed. And then a minute. The tension between you two seemed to pile up in pressure, and you now found yourself holding your breath and feeling your heart start to quicken as you stared at him. Awaiting what was to come next. With a defeated look and an airy sigh, he finally turned his full head toward you. “You really are foolish y/n,” his voice was strained, and his eyes peered into yours with such a soft intensity, “hah, really.. you couldn’t be more incompetent, could you?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, your glistening doe eyes simply gawked at him almost owl-like, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumbfounded face. Then that’s when he smiled. A true, genuine, adoring smile, “Haven’t you realized that I’m in lo-“

“I’m back—!”

Childe’s voice ripped through the tension and practically grated Scaramouches ears while you jumped, startled at the sudden noise. Snapping your head to Childe, you saw him holding a small bag with the label titled Puspa Café. “I hope you don’t mind what I got us!” Reaching his hand into the bag he pulled out a crispy, sweet-smelling Candied Ajilenakh Nut dessert, “When I was walking through the different vendors, I was quite surprised to have found a dish that looked so similar to one of the desserts my motherland of Snezhnaya has!” Childe puffed his chest and extended the sugary sweet to you, “Though I’m confident the one from home tastes much better than this, I’m happy to share something similar with you,” softening his azure gaze as you took the dessert from him he continued with a gentler tone, “but I hope to one day treat you to one back home.” Blinking once, then blinking twice, you quickly glanced over at Scaramouche now positioned with his knee up and resting his arm on his knee to hide his face once more, I wonder what would’ve happened…, you pondered, but you knew better than to prod the conversation given the current situation. I suppose it’d be best to ask again later, turning your attention back to Childe you offered a thankful smile, “I’m sure one day we can visit if Kuni agrees to go.” At that, both men froze for a second. We..?, now it was Scaramouches turn to stare owlishly at the dancing grass brushing against his fingers, and without noticing he felt his entire body relax as he let out a quiet, small sigh of relief. Whereas Childe clenched his jaw in annoyance while still forcing an easy-going facade, I need to get rid of him, “Sounds like a plan comrade!” Was all he could muster through slightly clasped teeth as he sat down next to you. Humming to himself in deep thought, Childe wondered what to do about that asshole little leech that stayed glued to you.

All of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes — well, two were lost in their own thoughts either processing or scheming, whereas you simply sat between the two men enjoying time together as you feast on your sweet treat. "Ah. Comrade, you seem to have a few crumbs," "Hm?" Moving your hand up to brush away the stray pieces, Childe gently stopped you, "Allow me." He softly spoke as he leaned in close and carefully swiped away the crumbs; his hand then cascaded across your plush skin and caressed the curve of your jaw. Gazing into his eyes and cheeky smile, you found yourself at a loss, feeling both embarrassed and shy from the gesture.

Scaramouche, however, was not at all pleased. This little game of Childes has gone on far too long and writhing in self-loathing had been nothing but a waste of time. You were his. You’ll always be his, and there wasn’t a human, harbinger, adeptus, or archon in this damned world that could ever change that. So, with swift movements, he laced an arm around your waist and pulled you on top of his lap and into his possessive embrace. The sudden movement had stunned both you and Childe and you had no time to react as your eyes glanced up at the smug smirk spreading across Scaramouches lips. His eyes were low and scowling intently at Childe, while the Harbingers smiling face quickly fell, replaced by a much colder and sinister glower. “All this time and not once did you offer me one of those burnt little treats,” Scaras voice was low and mocking, and you could feel the icy touch of his slender fingertip tracing down the side of your face to the base of your chin to guide your full attention towards him, “guess that just means I have to take one myself, won’t I?” And in a quick moment, his lips came crashing down on yours. His kiss was rough but cautious, and you could feel the longing and desperation emitting atop his soft lips. At first, your eyes blew wide open in shock, but then, no matter how hard you tried to focus on what was going going on or move your body to react, all you could fixate on was one little detail, his lips taste.. like a Zaytun peach.

Parting his lips from yours, his eyes quickly scanned your face for any hint of disgust, any reaction, anything. You could clearly see the worry pooling in his irises, but before regret could creep up on him your eyes turned into crescent moons, and a pretty pink blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled dotingly at him. He was taken aback. At first, he was shocked, then confused, he even felt a little angry, but mostly he felt love. Turning his attention from you to the glaring daggers and clenched fists Childe had, Scara smiled in triumph and narrowed his eyes in slight. “You’re right, Harbinger,” bringing his thumb up to glide across his lips he licked them, “this treat isn’t bad, hah, not bad at all.”

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Lonely Wanderer.

a/n: This took a little while, I kept going back and forth, I'm still trying to get a good hand at writing his personality. Anyways, enjoy your food.

Genre: Fluff, angst, Hurt/comfort(ish)

Warnings: Implied character death, not proof read

Summary: In which Wanderer muses how good it must be, this feeling called love.

Imagine Wanderer who's been longing for love for as long as he can remember.

Wanderer who different from what many people think, knows what is love and how to identify it.

He observed it as Kabukimono, in the way the father's of the blacksmith village carried their sons around their back, the way the mother's chastised their kids whenever they'd something dangerous, or in the way the uncle's would smuggle some sweets to their nieces behind the parents back, smiling sheepishly while petting their heads.

He envied it as Scaramouche. Envied the way groups of people would burst in laughter when they united after a tiring day of work, drinking away their hearts content. Envied the way people throw themselves in front of danger because of their companions, and in the way they would proudly boast about friendship, telling silly stories to each other about their mishaps as kids, laughing under their breaths while they teased each other.

And he craved it as Wanderer, in the way lovers would hold hands and walk together back home, in the way they'd whisper secrets into the night, promises with ardent devotion and smile knowingly at each other. Craved the way they'd kiss under the moonlight, hiding from everything else, and the world would be none the wiser.

He craved these connections in a way he would never admit, not even for himself. He wanted to experience it, if only for a moment. To have a taste of how it feels, even if this thought was a dangerous one for a being such as him.

And as he states his vain philosophy about how the sentiment is a hoax, as fake as the stars above, you are quick to raise an eyebrow, looking him dead in the eyes.

"And you really believe what you're saying? You don't really think that, do you?"

Wanderer does not know what caught him off guard first. Your voice or the fact that you seemingly could see right through him. It was the first time of many to come, where you stupefied him into utter silence. After a few minutes, Wanderer came back to reality to see you already staring at him, a knowing smirk on your face, as the face he was giving you made it clear that you caught him head handed on his petty little lies.

Damned be you.

Wanderer could feel himself physically recoil and turn around like a coward, spewing an insult he can't remember over his breath, then leave, running away from you.

Which brings him to the present moment, where he is once again running away from your stare as he is sitting his head on your lap. Only, this time he can't physically get out (that's what he tells you anyway, but you both know he could simply pull you away if Wanderer truly wished so).

"Hah, look into my eyes, you scaredy cat."

He couldn't, Wanderer had the impression he would go blind looking at you. So, so angel like you are, the rays of light shining upon you making you look completely ethereal on his eyes. Wanderer couldn't gaze upon you when you were this pretty. Not without losing some control of himself, anyways.

"The audacity to even utter those words. Do I have to remember you that you were the one who dragged me all the way over here?"

The small snort just bellow your breath, the way you covered your mouth to impede him to see the sure rapidly forming smile, everything you did was so lovely on his eyes.

"You and I know that if this was the case, I would've gone flying far away from you in some ditch quite a while ago."

"I just can't be bothered with you humans and your silly rituals. What is the point to come here and 'pass some time together' at all, if you won't even say anything?"

"You're not making any sense. Besides, it was you the one who said it was pathetic to make small talk just to fill up the silence."

The purple haired boy only clicked his tongue in faux distaste at that, his head moving to face you as soon as your hand cupped his cheek.

He didn't want to admit that he likes hearing you talk.

Wanderer knew exactly what the form of love was, having been chasing after it for so long, so desperately in all hundred of years he've been living on this cage masked as land. That's why he couldn't help but think, that as your soft lips touches his, you can only be love incarnate. That you're love itself.

He knows it, he feels it.

Felt in the way you called for his name, the name you gave to him. Felt in the way you'd kiss him so delicately, as if he would break, as if he was fragile. In the way you'd hold him under the warm beams of the sun, close to your chest, and let him hear your heartbeat. Or in the way you would brush off his hair out of his forehead, tracing imaginary letters and circles on his skin when you thought he was asleep. Felt the way you yearned for him, and he couldn't say it didn't felt like he was waiting for you his whole life.

But he was, even if he didn't know it before.

Because Wanderer craves love,

And you are love.

Therefore Wanderer craves you,

Wanderer loves you.

So he prays, for the first time. To any entity, to any god above. He prays and begs that you'd stay by his side just a little longer, just a little further. That your time with him wouldn't be over yet. He doesn't want this ephemeral moments with you to ever end. When he's with you, it feels like time is akin a butterfly with fluttering wings, something that can slip away from his grasp at any given time. It's wings so fragile, they can torn and break like glass cracking as soon as it hits the ground, quickly followed by it's own pieces scattering all over the place.

"Please." He pleads to no one in particular, holding your body close to his, grounding himself in the warmth that still emanates from your lying form, the fragile look on his clear amethyst eyes almost seems to be shivering, his voice betraying his emotions.

"Just a while longer. Just a bit more." He whispers reverently, feverishly trying to avoid the inevitable. If before he couldn't look at you up close because of how bright you were, now he can't rip his eyes away, trying to protect the trembling light between his fingertips.

"Don't go, never leave. Stay here, love."

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[kyuuppi]

⚠️tw: depression themes; vaguely su*c*dal

I feel like if your depression is particularly bad one day and you tell Wanderer you want to "disappear" he'll be the one to understand your feelings better than anyone else. He doesn't try to change your mind or convince you otherwise, he simply sits down with you, holding you so rightly in his arms you wonder if he's doing to ground you or himself, and whispers, "if you disappear, I'll disappear with you."

[minminho0]

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◈Childhood Rivals◈

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<𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫>

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥?

𝐀/𝐧 : 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 😭

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➣𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

➣𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

!~𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗~!

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[taocard]

New Beginnings

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚: After Scara was defeated by traveler and his kitsune (yn) helps comfort him through his new start 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scaramoiche/Wanderer/Kunikuzushi ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"hold my hand, we're going to try something" you smiled, holding your hands out to Kunikuzushi. Scaramouche had lost. lost against the traveler even when he had the electro gnosis. lost against the Dendro Archon. he was defeated, which left time after all that for him to finally work on himself. "do i really need to?" he asked, sitting crisis cross before you. "just do it" you replied, wiggling your fingers a little. "fine." his hands were now joined with yours, and his gaze fell to his lap, almost sadly. you were a blue-colored kistune, starkly contrasting with your teasing older sister, Yae Miko. you were paired up with Kuni since the very beginning. you had a thirst to see the world and Yae Miko thought why not have you travel with that old doll of Ei's that obviously wanted the same. at the start it was nice. an innocent doll and a young kitsune who knew almost nothing and would grow together as companions. however, things change. Kuni was betrayed, witnessed the death of a young boy, became a Fatui Harbinger with the condition you came with him, wouldn't listen to anyone but you, and grew colder and colder as time went on. and even then with you by his side, it continued to go downhill. he was manipulated by Dottore and shut you out. he had it in his head that he should be a god, be what he was made for and maybe he'll be allowed to live and fulfill his role. you had a massive fight with him when he started to make his mech because you were the only one seeing this was breaking his mindset. of course, he couldn't see what it was doing to him. he pushed you away and told you to leave, and you left without putting up much of a fight. in his mind, you were eventually going to leave him- who wouldn't at this point? he was worth leaving. why should he fight for you to stay at his side and apologize for pushing you away. why should he fight for something he already knew was going to happen? ...you didn't betray him at all. you only went to find the traveler for help to stop Dottore and save Scaramouche. you returned back to his side a few weeks later, catching him the second he fell out of his mech.

he felt lucky and terrible. lucky to have you, and terrible for pushing you away. you squeezed his hand gently, bringing him back to you and reality. "we're going to say something we like about ourselves," you told him. his indigo eyes looked up at you, most likely feeling uncertain about that. "dont worry. i'll go first" you softly reassured him. he nodded. "okay...i like...my eyes," you stated. he looked into your eyes due to instinct at your words. your eyes were nice, he agreed in his head. "okay now it's your turn." "uhm..." what did he like? at that moment, Scaramouche remembered long ago when you two were looking into a clear, blue river. he was smiling at the tiny fish you pointed out. "my smile, i suppose..." he told you. his eyes looked off to the side, and a light blush sat on his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed. "very good, now it's my turn again" you smiled he felt his heart warm a little at your smile. even after everything you still smiled at him, sat here with him, nor did you poke fun at him. it made him feel a certain type of way he couldn't quite put his finger on. in your head you were remembering the very beginning. when you and Kunikuzushi would look for lavender melons. all full of smiles and laughs. it made you smile fondly at the distant memory. you wore a blue kimono that had swirls and white flowers on it in that memory. "I like...my sense of style," you said, looking down at your clothes currently you were wearing a blue jumper with a pair of sandals. more relaxed and open than the kimonos you used to wear all those years ago. Scaramouche's eyes seemed to swipe over you, and he didn't disagree. however... "does that count?" he asked you hummed, "i think so," he slowly nodded, "alright i..." something occurred to him as to what else he likes. you said your eyes and sense of style, but...he's feeling something inside himself that he likes. you patiently waited, mindlessly rubbing a thumb over his knuckle. there it was again. that warm and comforting sensation rose up in him. it was...safe. how long has it been since you two sat like this? clearly too long since he finds himself not wanting to let go of you. "i like the...warm feeling i get...when i hold hands...with you. i guess..." he said awkwardly, looking down at his oh, kuni you thought. he was letting himself be so vulnerable in front of you. it was incredibly endearing. a light blush sat on his face, he wanted to crawl in a hole after he said that, because you hadn't verbally responded yet. god he probably said something stupid. "w-why aren't you saying anything?" he asked. you had such a lovely smile on your face. ...he missed this. he missed this and YOU. so much more than he thought. but cmon! say something or he'll die from embarrassment! "Kuni...that's literally the nicest thing you have ever said," you whispered, looking at your joined hands. "huh? what do you mean?!" he asked, blush darkening. you shook your head. "forget it. but does it make you feel safe?"

his gaze fell to your joined hands, too. "...yes," he muttered. Kunikuzushi's grip on your hand tightened a little. "then ask for it whenever you need it. it'll always be available for you" you told him his eyes widened at your heartwarming statement. his yn. will always be here for him. no no no no no no! stop it!! don't...!!! Scaramouche was gone in an instant. Kunikuzushi was here. sitting in front of you hands in yours. and crying. the sound of his cries had you shocked, his hand left yours, desperately trying to wipe the never-ending tears away. his cries never quieted. Kunikuzuishi was letting it all out. the abandonment of his mother, the death of the little boy, and the betrayal of his second friend. the hardships, loneliness confusion, and sadness. it him like a wave when you promised you'd be here for him. he loved you so much. the only person he really trusted more than anyone in the world. the only person who stayed and never left him. his one and only yn. Kunikuzushi continued to cry, even when you pulled him close. you pulled him close so that he could cry it all out in the one place he feels safe; you. you played with his hair gently, chin on top of his head, and whispered about how beautiful and strong he is. whispering about how you'll be here to the end. even if he pushes you away, you will always come back. Kunikuzushi was now lightly sniffling against your chest, and tightly gripping your thighs to keep him close. you were keeping him close, and allowing his breathing to slow. "i'm here" you quietly reassured him when his grip tightened a little. when was the last time he cried? he can't even remember. he had locked up his feelings- all of the ones that could hurt him. now, you were the key and let them all free. "being emotional is exhausting" he muttered. "i know. but its surprisingly healthy" you said, petting his hair his eyes were puffy, his nose red, and his eyes looked tired. he wasn't sugar coating anything when he said being emotional was exhausting. his breathing finally went back to normal, and he tapped your thigh twice with one finger. you reacted accordingly, letting him emerge from under your chin. his eyes looked into yours, and you continued to hold each other close. 'thank you' he thought. "you better keep your promise, because we have places we're going to," he said instead. you raised a brow at his words. "oh? and where are these 'places'?" he seemed to think for a moment. "we're just going to wander Teyvat" he decided you smiled, "no destination?" "is there a problem with that?" he asked "no, no!" you laughed. "i like that there's no destination. it's nice, and there will be no rushed pace while traveling." he nodded at your words. he agrees. when he was a harbinger everything was rushed. no time to slow down at all. so traveling freely was going to be much more comfortable. "good. i was thinking something similar." he leaned in close to your face, noses touching. he really did miss you. he now could understand when people say 'you don't know how good you have it until it's gone' he wasted no time in connecting your lips, relishing in the fact he didn't need to be a god or have a gnosis to be perfect. he also didn't need a giant mech, amazing powers, or a high status in the fatui to be content and happy. all he needs and wants is just you two. just you two sitting in front of a river and pointing out the fish with smiles on your faces.

[kichikichiko]

Trust, 6 months and Physical touch

A/N: Hi everyone! I decided to write another fic for fun so enjoy! This idea came out of the blue teehee

Wanderer x reader (no gender specified, only "you")

Fluff, comfort, Wanderer is recovering from his trauma of physical touch, soft wanderer,not proofread

You knew what happened to him. Why wouldnt you?

He trusted you with his life, and he knew you'd accept him, even though a part of him fears that you wouldnt. But you stayed either way.

Physical touch wasnt a usual occurence with wanderer, its almost as if it happens once in a blue moon. From subtle pinkie linking when walking around the lush green forest in sumeru to quick pecks on the cheek before leaving your shared home and starting the day. You were patient and understanding, you always have been.

Wanderer felt like he owed you something, anything no... EVERYTHING. You turned his life around and yet he still cant seem to hold your hand longer than 10 seconds, and cant even handle a hug for more than 3 seconds despite being together for 6 months already. Youve always been so kind, it scared him a little.

One evening, wanderer walked to your room and stood near the doorframe.

"Dear? Whats wrong? Why are you standing there?" Ripping your gaze away from the book you were reading and setting it down near the bed side table. Wanderer hesitated for a bit, wanting to say something and yet the words doesnt seem to come out of his mouth at all.

You understood, as you always have. Standing up from your bed you walked towards him "somethings bothering you, you dont have to tell me. We can sit together by my bed and I'll hold your hand" your gaze softened and you smiled a bit when he nodded to your suggestion.

The puppet walked behind you as you both sat down at the edge of your bed. It was a comfortable silence between you both. It was times like this that made wanderer appreciate you more and more. Without words, you always knew if something was wrong. When his pride wont allow words to spill, his body language will do the talking. And you knew.

After a little while, you felt a gentle yet hesitant hand slither towards your own hand and held it lightly, as if it wad afraid to scare you off. Of course you understood and held his hand in the same manner but only, with a slightly tigher grip. (This is his first time initating physical touch eith you) As if to reassure him that you are there with him at that very moment, and you arent leaving anytime sooner.

He tightened his grip on your hand more and finally made eye contact, one that was filled with fear, confusion and a hint of comfort. "Im... Im sorry I never hold you for more than a few seconds. I just.. Im..."

You pressed your forehesd on his "You dont owe me anything dear, Im doing this because I love you. I understand what you went through, and we can hesl together. Im never leaving you"

"You better not be fucking with me." He laughed slightly while shaking his head.

You smiled at his small laugh "Of course not love"

With those simple words, words he has heard a million times ever since he was with you, his heart finally believes in you just a bit, enough to let himself break loose and embraced you, and he made it seem like he wasntt going to let go for a while either.

6 months of trust for a hug in the night sky, with the breeze blowing softly was worth it. And you'd spend 6 months more if it means he'll trust you completely to be able to hold you without remembering the past.

[hymnalbedo]

You can hold my hand if no one's home

Scaramouche loves and adores you so much that he would do anything to make you happy but he was falling out of love. He wasn't sure why he fell out of love and he feels really guilty for it. He was trying to find a way to fix your relationship with him.

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me.

He can hear your muffle sobs everynight when you will kiss his forehead expecting him to be asleep when the truth is, he was not. He was listening to every words you say while holding his tears threatening to fall down from his eyes.

"I would do anything Scara, anything just stay with me.. Please.." you said before sleeping beside him. He would kiss your cheeks and mumble sorry for falling out of love. He was sure, he was sure he would find a way to fix it.

I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake.

His heart will break when he sees you crying on the lake. He knew it was his fault, he doesn't want you to cry all he wants to do was to hug you and tell you everything's gonna be okay but he was not ready to face your love so he simply walks past you while you cries.

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

He was stopping his tears when he finds you asleep on the couch waiting for him, he remembers that he promise to eat with you. And when he looked at the table, all his favorite foods were served. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?

He was careful dropping words with you, but it doesn't works. He will always say bad things about you like "You are nothing but a burden." which made you cry everynight. He admits, he said it intentionally but the guilt he was feeling was intense. He was hurt when he saw your eyes red from crying. He was so stupid for hurting someone like you.

I need you here to stay

He was now listening to your sobs. He couldn't help it but to open the door where you were crying. He quickly hugs you, kissing your forehead and telling you that it's okay. "It's okay darling, it's okay. We will start again shh.." after that day, he will take care of you, he will always kiss the back of your hand and tell you that he loves you very much.

[dorothy-rainbird]

Part 3

“You know, y/n is a very special person in my life. They found me, raised me, patiently taught me so many things…”

Kuni stared at the blue sky above him as he relaxed more under the giant tree of Windrise.

“They taught me about ‘good’ and ‘bad’, how to take care of myself and others…” he gently pat Bu napping away on his lap.

“Taught me how to handle emotions, how to deal with grief, manage anger, to open up…”

He continued,

“Everything, everything but one.”

…..

“They never taught me how to deal with this tingling feeling in my chest. It feels so strange…”

……….

“It’s as if I feel small around them. Am I scared of them? If I am then why do I want to be around them so much? Why so I want them to…”

“To..?”

“To h-hold me and….-“

“PFFT HAHAHAHA-“

“W-WHAT??” He managed to yell despite the embarrassment, his face was so red it looked like sunburn. Unfortunately because of that, Bu woke up. Realising they were being noisy, they quieted down a little.

“Sorry Bu, I didn’t mean to scream. Go back to sleep, Kay?” And so he did. Bu snuggled closer to Kuni, letting out a quiet “sqee” before dozing off again.

……….

“So Kuni…”

“Hm?”

“What I think you are experiencing is…”

“???”

“Love”

He was about to scream again but Venti shushed him in time, pointing at the blob on his lap. He nodded as Venti removed his hand and let him speak.

“You mean…love?”

“Yes”

“You sure it’s not some uh…something else? L-like something um..”

“Nope.”

“So…it’s like those novels?”

“wat”

“….”

“I um- *cough* uh…”

“Forget I asked”

“Gladly”

A very awkward silence danced among them as none of them felt brave enough to break it. Still, Kunikuzushi wanted to know more, so with one sharp inhale,

“If I’m in love with Y/n, then what should I do? Considering you’re the love expert of Mondstadt, any advice?”

“Of course of course! But for my advice so fine, won’t you invite me to dine?” Venti elbowed his arm with a smirk.

“Haha sure, Y/n will be delighted by your visit.” Kunikuzushi replied with a smile.

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“Thanks for visiting us Venti, but are you sure you don’t wanna stay over? It’s a little chilly tonight.” You stood by the door as Venti was about to leave. Yes Venti joined for supper but decided to leave earlier than usual.

“Ehe sweet Y/n, Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine! Take care everyone and thanks for the delicious meal!” Venti waved you, Kunikuzushi and your slime child goodbye as he began to turn around and leave. You couldn’t help but feel as if he winked at Kuni…did those two have something going on? Nah.

“Bye Venti, goodnight!”

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“Tip 1: Compliment them”

You stood by the sink, doing the dishes. Kunikuzushi saw this as a perfect opportunity. He shared a look look at Bu, who gave him a nod of confirmation. Then, with a deep breath made his way towards you. Leaning on the counter beside you, he went,

“Hey has anyone ever told you that y-your eyes are p-pretty?” bruh he stuttered. Without taking your eyes off the sink, you went,

“Aw thanks”

????

Expectation: *flushed y/n*

Reality: often disappointing

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“Tip 2: Leave them small gifts”

“Okay Bu, the first plan didn’t go as expected. Time to step things up a little.” Kunikuzushi said as he picked the most perfect Cecelia of his garden. Bu wasn’t paying attention though, he was busy playing with another plant in the backyard. Kunikuzushi approached him with the flower and crouched down to his level.

“Bu, my son, my child.”

“Squeak?”

“Can I trust you to deliver this flower?”

“Squeak!”

“I knew I could count on you :)” Kunikuzushi pat him with a bright smile. He then balanced the flower on his head, hoping it won’t fall off.

“Okay Bu, I want you to deliver this flower to Y/n. Please don’t drop it…”

“Squeak!”

And with that Bu entered the house.

Expectation: “Did Kuni give me this flower?” *flushed y/n*

Reality: Kunikuzushi entered the house after a while, expecting to see a lovestruck y/n. His dreams were brutally shattered as he saw you hugging Bu and giggling while kissing the top of his “head”.

“Aww Bu did you get this for me? You’re so sweet!”

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