#kunizukushi

[wanderingconstellations]

horny. afab reader. RAHHHHHHH

Scara who takes advantage of your drunken state, and lures you into having sex with him. You called him and confessed your love to him right? He had to just help and drive you to his house, so you'll just have to pay him back, by your body of course!

He would pin you down, ripping your clothes soft of you and just fucking you silly til you can't comprehend anything or how long he's been doing you. You were looking absolutely adorable under him, squirming and moaning out his name in a such a pornographic way. He knew you would sober up the next morning, but he gives no fuck when your warm cunt his just squeezing him so tightly.

At this point he's just fucking his cum into you, his lips latched onto one of your breasts that were bouncing so lewdly. You were so overstimulated, but all you have to do is just to keep your pretty eyes open, and take him all over again. It's not like you're complaining, are you?

[opultea]

Where’s My Kiss? - 2

Genshin men see you kiss something, and can’t help but want one for themselves… ft. Gorou, Wanderer

GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Romantic - Drabbles - Fluff, Angst w/ fluff ending (Wanderer) - SFW (very slightly suggestive at the end of Gorou's)

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 - ft. Dottore, Zhongli

Guest Staring - Tawara! Camp dog of the Watastumi Resistance. (Featured in the 2023 birthday art for Gorou, check it out if you haven't seen it!)

Gorou

The finality of the hard won end to the Vision Hunt Decree was an event celebrated by all of Inazuma, most of all the resistance of Watatsumi. Although despite the relief and happiness that the peace brought, there was also the struggle of readjustment. It was not easy coming down from the high tensions of war, and the army still had soldiers in excess. Many now contributed to the last relief efforts for struggling communities, and as reconnaissance units. This was the very task you and a very special operations officer were undertaking at present.

Tawara scouted ahead as you secured the empty battlefield. Many war torn plains were left with lasting remains of equipment and resources, of which you and your trusty camp dog were tasked with retrieving. Her Excellency wished to put the war in the past, and to move forward, there couldn’t be such reminders of the horrors endured during the time.

“Tawara! Where are you boy?” You called, hoping the sweet shiba hadn’t gone too far. A yip in the distance helped your eyes find the pup stood atop a small hill where the enemy camp would have been.

This particular battlefront had little left of the war, only a few broken weapons and cracked armour plates that weren’t considered worth salvaging when the camp was first emptied. You took stock of how much still lay in the field so you could get an accurate gauge of how many soldiers it would take to clean it up for good.

Tawara zipped down the hill and over to you, pressing his paw to your shin to gain your attention. Looking down, you smiled at the pup and the dendrobium he held in his mouth.

“For me?” Tawara carefully dropped the bloom at your feet and barked cheerfully, sitting and awaiting your reaction expectantly. “Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest,”

You knelt down and cooed at the camp dog’s cuteness, squishing his fluffy cheeks in your hands, causing Tawara’s tail to wag wildly behind him.

Plucking the dendrobium off the ground, you inspected the deep red bloom before your gaze drifted across the still-dead grass of the field. New shoots of green could be seen dotting the dry dirt, but there was no mistaking the ground flattened by the feet of soldiers. Perhaps Her Excellency would approve planting some dendrobiums in the field to restore and improve the area.

“You’re a true genius Tawara,” you smiled, smoothing the fur on his head with a well-deserved pat. You went a step further with your affections, clasping Tawara's face in your hands again to press a gentle kiss on his left and then his right ear, before landing one on his snout. You laughed as the pup licked your cheek in return.

Little did you know that another loving pupper was watching the whole affair with unidentified jealousy and a fluttering heart.

Gorou had been notified of your mission long before you set out to complete it, being the general. Although he admittedly preferred when the actions assigned to you could be carried out alongside him, or at least within the campgrounds. Being apart was never easy, even when he knew you would return eventually.

Today Gorou had been lucky enough to finish his reports early and decided that his free time may as well have been used to help you with your mission. He had no doubt in your abilities, but Gorou tended to miss you quickly, so you often received a helping hand from the doggy general even when you didn't need one.

Rounding the hill close to the old front, Gorou felt a streak of unease being back in a place where he had fought so viscously, but it was all washed away as soon as he saw you. His tail began to sway as he approached, watching you smile and interact with Tawara. Then he saw it.

Gorou’s left and then right ear twitched in unison with your kisses, his mouth agape and face flushed. You had never kissed his ears before. The general's ears continued to twitch as he imagined your lips touching them, the images in his mind sending another round of fluttering to his heart.

As Gorou stood frozen and red hot at the edge of the field, Tawara eventually noticed him, barking in recognition and bounding over to greet his superior officer. You followed closely behind, equally happy to find that your boyfriend had come to see you.

"Gorou! Done with your work already?" He didn't hear your question until he shook himself from his stupor. "You okay honey? You're all red,"

"Y-yes!" The confusion on your face caused Gorou's pause, his body fidgeting and eyes trying to latch onto something that could ground his thoughts. "I just, umm... do you think I could... no, never mind."

"Gorou," you gently took his cheek in your hand, placing the other on his chest. "We've talked about this; you know I'll never judge you for anything,"

Ears coming to lay on his head Gorou nodded, still blushing wildly as he finally found the courage to make his request.

"Could you... kiss my ears?"

You cooed quietly, heart overflowing with love for your sweet partner but trying not to embarrass him further. Taking his hands in your own, you kiss Gorou's ears twice each, trying not to giggle at the way they twitched each time.

As you brought yourself away, Gorou whimpered faintly, likely not on purpose.

"Come on, let's head back to camp. I have a report to give for this reconnaissance mission, and you have more kisses to gain, perhaps somewhere more private?"

You smiled demurely as Gorou blushed, swiftly nodding his head and following you and Tawara back to the camp with anticipation.

Wanderer

Now renowned scholar ‘Hat Guy’ was currently in class, despite his vehement protests towards attending formal lectures, leaving you alone in the home to tidy up the shared space.

Lesser Lord Kusanali had seen your relationship bloom since the beginning, before even either of you had seen it. She was immensely pleased that the previously misanthropic puppet had grown to love another, and once informed of the official announcement of your relationship, she generously allowed the Wanderer to move from the Sanctuary Surasthana to a home of her choosing close by. It was a quaint and quiet home, but both of you cherished the space. It was a place you could just be together, and need nothing more. Because of this, you took great pride in making sure the home remained a place of respite, and so liked to keep it tidy.

Deciding to start with the laundry, you gathered a basket and went to the bedroom to gather anything in need of washing. Humming a little to yourself, you plucked the pillows off the bed, thinking of washing the cases, when a little thud on the ground came as you lifted your partners pillow.

Curious, you knelt to inspect the thing that had fallen. What was he hiding in his pillow? Kuni certainly wasn’t the type to believe in improving his sleep by hiding trinkets under his head. However, what you discovered made you gasp. On the floor lay the tiny cotton doll resembling Kunikuzushi, its beaded eyes reflecting its obvious displeasure with having taken such a fall.

Tenderly, you took the doll in your hand and stroked its head as you would with Kunikuzushi. Why was it here? You had only ever seen the doll once or twice when Kunikuzushi had readjusted his sleeves or changed shirts, but you knew that he always carried the cotton companion with him. Running your hand gently across the doll, you felt a snag on its back. Turning it over revealed a tear in the seam, a puff of cotton poking out its spine.

“Oh, poor thing,” you muttered, rising slowly while you cradled the doll like a babe. “Let’s get you patched up.”

Collecting a sewing kit from the drawer and sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, you let the doll rest on your lap as you prepared. Gently, as if it could feel your stitching, you mended the fabric. You smiled as you steadily sewed. It made you happy to think you could help Kuni this way, even if he had tried to hide the issue under his pillow.

Kuni has always been private, even with your long-standing relationship it wasn’t easy for him to show such vulnerability. But this doll was his vulnerability, a piece of him he showed almost no one. It was fulfilling to aid it.

Pulling the thread tight, you tied it off and admired your handy work, turning the doll over to greet it again,

“There, all better.” You landed a tender kiss on the top of its head, sealing all your love and care into its plush fabric.

A small choke brought your head up, allowing you to see your partner standing in the doorway, a rare kind of apprehension etched upon him. Your eyes caught each others, astir in stagnant bodies. Kunikuzushi's hand trembled on the doorframe, mouth open as if trying to form words he didn't know.

Through the silence, you lifted a slow hand, extended and opened with a hopeful invitation. The puppet approached, taking your hand and the seat beside you. No words were spoken as you gently lowered his head into your lap, letting his body lie across the bed and his arms wrap around the mended doll. As tears began to shake from Kunikuzushi’s face, you leaned down to press kisses to his head, caressing his hair and allowing him to finally feel the pain and vulnerability that had always ached in the space where his heart should have been.

"Thank you, for daring to love all of me," The shaking whisper stirred the greatest sense of care in your heart.

"You have never deserved anything less,"

The response brought him to sit up, clasping his body around yours as he continued to wring tears into your shoulder.

Perhaps it was not often that Kunikuzushi showed his vulnerability, but you could never stand to mind. Not when these tender moments were so treasured. Besides, you knew well that you would take anything he gave you. You were ready to love it all.

[invaderzia1]

SAGAU

imagine kuni becomes self aware, he isn’t sure how but he can sense you the player. at first he thinks you are a nuisance, how some big god hiding behind Lumine. but when he brings it up in passing to nahida she has no idea what he’s talking about. nobody does, they all think he’s a little crazy when he mentions some god like presence that follows the traveler around.

that pisses him off, that he can see and sense you are a different entity from Lumine that nobody else wants to mention. so he avoids you, except you keep finding him, seeking his company out. out of all the people in teyvat, you want him. he hears how happy you get when Lumine talks to him and sees how you spoil him. he tries to avoid it, but then you start making him more powerful and giving him little gifts. slowly, he starts to like it.

he starts to look forward to seeing you in the teapot and you taking him on missions, anything to be next to you. he then starts being able to see game menus and stuff, nobody else seems aware of any of this, but he is. it scares him the first time because everything freezes around him, he can barely move an inch the first few times you open your character menu. then he sees you working on raising his friendship level and nobody else’s.

while you are offline, he starts messing with things. bringing new items to your teapot and getting you more wishes, he always loves to hear you get happy by seeing how many wishes you randomly got. then he gets tired of this, he starts trying to get your attention, particularly after seeing you using Kazuha more. so he starts taking certain people off your teams when you are gone, making them leave his teapot when you put them there, and messing with menus.

then one day, while he’s messing with stuff to keep you in the game longer, he ends up opening discord. honestly, it startles him but he learns your name. he feels bad invading your personal conversations but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t learn more about you. so he reads some of them and learns a lot about you.

next time you log on, he starts speaking directly to you, saying voice lines you’ve never heard before. it’s sweet, telling you how much he loves to spend time with you and how he hopes you’ll stay with him. it’s weird at first because there wasn’t a new update anytime soon and nobody else had said anything about this, but hey at least it’s him saying it! and then it happens out of the teapot. like hell comment on random glitches or things in the story that aren’t apart of his quest lines.

one day you reply to one of his comments and he replies back. sitting there confused, you start to think maybe you’ve played too much and need to log off, except when you go to open the menu you see him scowling at you off to the side. so you do the logical thing and ask if he can hear you. which prompts him to say “I’m glad you finally caught on”.

extra: but if he sees you playing another video game, he will get jealous. you’ll check on him in the teapot and he’ll be so rude, telling you to go play whatever game you were just playing. that is until he learns how to add himself into your game <3

[cloudseeker14]

Pink in The Night (Scaramouche x Fem!Reader)

Summary : After Teyvat had been wiped clear of the memories of the sixth harbinger, the Wanderer heads towards a place of thoughts of reminiscence; hoping to find the only one who'd ever understood him.

Genre : Angst, Romance

Scaramouche walked ahead, trodding a path of moss and grass. Squirrels scurried away with every step he took with his wide hat fluttering in the wind.

He had escaped from the Fatui, left behind his dire thirst for vengeance and was now a shell of the harbinger he had been with only memories of his exploits. Memories that only he would remember for the world has spun ahead without him.

He was a lone Wanderer, the nature was his humble abode. He had no name, no home and didn’t have anyone’s arms to go running into as the night grew cold.

Well, no one except her.

He could see a harbor appearing before him, huts rising beneath the clear night sky. Pin pricks of light shone as families slumbered inside, lost to the land of dreams.

Scaramouche hurried beneath the archway, his pathetic excuse of a heart growing warm at the thought of seeing her.

At the thought of hearing her laughter.

At the thought of feeling her touch as soft as the silk flowers that filled the air with their scent.

He turned around familiar alleyways, a path that his feet had lead to countless times; a haunting melody of his past.

Would she remember him? Remember the nights that they spent together and the rough kisses shared beneath the moonlight?

Scaramouche was afraid to find out the answer.

At last, he arrived at a house with rose vines that crawled along the rooftops, their alluring fragrance drawing him in.

Scaramouche took in deep breaths and cleared his throat, ignoring the way his chest seemed to tighten at the thought of seeing her face.

He knocked on the door thrice, loud and clear in sharp contrast to the flurry of questions flying across his head.

Does she still remember the love she had for me?

Scaramouche needed her to, for the notion of not being the object of her affections left him in a cold sweat. If she looked at him like a stranger even after holding him close to her chest at a past which seemed like it was an eternity ago, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

The door swung open with an ear piercing creak and there she stood, the woman that had once melted through the cold defenses of the sixth harbinger, locks of hair falling across her face.

Scaramouche gazed into her eyes, waiting, yearning and even pleading within himself for a sign of recognition.

Yet nothing came, only a look of confusion.

Y/N stared at the man before him, the way his blue eyes seemed to twinkle like the stars in the sky and the billowing clothes that adorned his frame.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" She asked, wariness evident on her features

It felt like a hole had been ripped open in the place where Scaramouche's heart should have been. Screams threatened to rip from his throat as memories of small hugs, shared chuckles and the way her hand had felt in his flashed past his eyes.

They were being set aflame, falling apart to ashes.

"Sir?" Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed "Do you need anything?"

Scaramouche swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up his throat before replying. "I'm just a traveller and I'm very tired after my long journey. Do you know where I can find a place to rest?"

Please, laugh in my face right now and tell me you're joking. Tell me that you obviously remember me.

I can't lose you too, the only thing that made this tapestry of lies worth living.

"Just keep walking ahead and you'll find the Crescent Inn, it's a very comfortable place, I'm sure you'll like it."

He looked down, tears welling up at the rim of his eyes. His lips trembled as he forced himself to stare at the ground at his feet.

"Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?"

There it was, that familiar concern that had drawn Scaramouche to her in the first place.

He met her questioning face. "No, it's just been a tough day. Thank you and I'm sorry if I bothered you."

Y/N smiled weakly before slamming the door on his face. Scaramouche turned around and left through her house's gate. The ground beneath him seemed to be tumbling down with every step he took.

He'd made it past her house before collapsing onto the ground, bellowing curses to the wind as tears ran down his porcelain face.

He damned the gods, their lies and torments and how with each of their intervention, they'd ripped apart any chance for him to hope in this world and had forced him to leave a trail of regrets.

Scaramouche had scoured marshes, crossed deserts and climbed the most ruggedy of mountains to find Y/N, only to lose her yet again.

"Scara, look at me."

"Why do you even care for me?" He asked haughtily "A mere mortal like you, do you really think you could satisfy me?"

"You and I both know you aren't fooling anyone with that rude act of yours."

Scaramouche stepped closer to her, brushing the hair from her face with his slender fingers. "Fine, then can you love a puppet, a broken creation like me? I don't even have a heart to give you."

"I love you just as you are, you're more than enough for me." Y/N held his hands, slowly caressing his palm

"Even if it meant tearing Teyvat apart, you're the only one for me. No one else could ever compare to you in my eyes." She continued, a light hue of pink sprinkled over her face.

"I'm not a good person, Y/N. I've killed so many people and I will have to keep doing so. I could harm you, maybe even ruin you and I don't want to do that to you."

"Scaramouche." She muttered, holding onto his hands even more tightly.

“Even my own creator, my mother didn’t want me. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of loving you to extent you deserve without a heart.”

“Enough.” She pulled Scaramouche into a tight embrace, engulfing him in her affection. “I don’t care about your mother or what the world would think of me if I stood by your side, all that matters is that I get to spend a lifetime with you.”

Scaramouche stiffened, muscles tensing as Y/N wrapped her arms around him. “A lifetime would never be enough for me. I would consider your death as the utmost betrayal.” He said, straining his voice to keep its composure.

The darkness of the night couldn’t hide the hurt that flickered on Y/N’s face.

“But at least let me have this.” He whispered, voice soft and vulnerable as the facade of the powerful harbinger shattered into pieces like shards of glass. Scaramouche buried his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her soft skin.

"We can stay like this for as long as you want." Y/N hesitantly placed her hand atop Scaramouche's head, running her fingers through his hair. "As long as an ounce of life exists in my body, my heart will always beat for you."

The sixth harbinger pushed away, the thoughts behind those blue eyes unreadable as he allowed his gaze to wander. "Do you promise that?"

Scaramouche knew promises were worthless in the face of the monster known as time, but he still wanted to hear it.

"Of course I do." She smiled and with such a simple gesture, she managed to completely untether the course of Scaramouche's world.

He didn't know if it was the way the moonlight shone of her face or if it was the alcohol making his mind fuzzy that allowed him to even consider the daring thought that entered his head.

Perhaps he had lost his mind because he placed his lips upon hers, as tender as a fleeting butterfly.

She tasted like honey and Scaramouche allowed himself to drown in the feeling of her body against his and the way his hands fit perfectly against her waist. He’d never been a believer of the gods but at that moment, he couldn’t help but pray that this would last forever.

Scaramouche wanted to laugh at the wind, at the irony of it all. He certainly hadn’t grown wiser about trusting mortals after three betrayals.

Three betrayals and he still wanted to go crying into the arms of a human.

Three betrayals and he'd still allowed himself to let her escape from his grasp.

Every leaf and bird of the forest seemed to sing the words that Scaramouche had been terrified of saying when he was somebody that she used to know.

The breeze seemed to whisper in his ears, taunting him with the three words which if he'd said, might have changed everything.

I love you.

But it was too late and those words would forever remain sealed within Scaramouche, shut within the fortress of his unspoken desires.

[ogh-rambles]

Rewriting Fate - Chapter 1

prologue > chapter 1 (you're here!) > chapter 2 (in progress...)

word-count! 1.1k

warnings! none unless u count heart-wrenching angst as one

tag-list! @shizunxie , @sam-screams , @swivy123 , @thenyxsky

“... Who’s there?”

His raspy voice echoes around the room and you wince, head against the wall barely hidden underneath the window.

(You wonder how long he had been weeping before you found him.)

Only just a few seconds ago did you duck down after you made direct eye contact with the one… character? Person? Person, you dedicated hours to.

Leveling him up, ascending him, pulling for his damned weapon (even after losing it to Itto’s claymore), maxing out said weapon… You practically gave him the luxury Genshin treatment. Your face falls knowing how much real-world money you had to spend for this man.

Heartbeats thud deafeningly in your ears as you hear a shuffling of fabric and then an abrupt thud. Shoulders jerking, your poor heart leaps to your throat at the sound.

Hearing nothing but stillness and the sound of your unsteady breaths for the next few moments, you begin to grow worried. What if he fell over? Hurt himself? You remembered that since he's only just been 'let free to roam' by his creator — that was but a small while past his initial creation.

At this thought, you find yourself making your way into the darkened hallway.

Sure enough, he still lay there, albeit in a more crumpled manner than you last saw him in. Dark hair splayed out around his head, his veil discarded beside him. Alarmed, you rush towards him, kneeling at his side as you hover over his form.

A hand grasps blindly at your clothes, almost going limp as the prototype lifts his head. You freeze.

"...Why are you here?" He finally speaks, voice almost a whisper. You lean in a bit closer to hear what he's saying.

You let the silence linger for yet a second before responding, just as faint as he did. "Well, I heard someone crying and I..."

Your voice trails off. What did you even think to achieve, in following his cries, walking into this domain?

"I wanted to help...?" It comes out more like a question rather than an answer because, to be frank, even you didn't know why.

You hope that he doesn't ask you to elaborate because you don't believe you could give him a proper answer.

His eyes meet yours again, miserable and muddled. A look, much too innocent for who he will become... and what he would begin to execute thereafter.

Unsettled by your thoughts, you fidget under his gaze.

"Why do you wish to help... me? I don't even know who you are."

Your heart sinks at his question. What were you meant to say? 

‘Oh, it's nothing! It’s only because I know your entire backstory, and character and have read through your wiki an unhealthy amount of times.’

You'd rather eat your foot.

Reluctant to scare the traumatised doll once more, you attempt to smile at him and gently took the hand that is so tightly gripped at your sleeve.

"You don't have to know someone to want to help them." You hum, making yourself comfortable in front of him. "Plus... Who says we can't get to know each other now?"

Looking down at him with kind eyes (you hope it comes off that way), you tilt your head. "What's your name?"

(Kunikuzushi? Scaramouche? Wanderer?) He pauses, his eyes wavering and breaking away from yours. 

"I do not have one." His voice breaks, along with your heart.

You have to restrain yourself from spilling what his mother had wanted for him, that she never left him with the intent of abandoning him, never wished upon him the life he was destined to experience.

(Fate can be cruel but Gods can be even crueler, you felt.)

"That's okay. I don't need to know names to get to know you." You hum, gently squeezing his hand. "Is it alright if I ask you what happened?"

The forlorn expression quickly morphs into a face of heartache. The hand that barely clutched back in your hand tightened ever so desperately around your own, and you narrowly hold back a wince at the suddenness.

"My creator... My mother left me without saying a word." He croaked. "She didn't stop to look back at me once."

You sadly watch as he fruitlessly attempts to hold down his tears. Tears that had led a god to deem him too vulnerable, too fragile to uphold such a title as 'The Raiden Shogun's Puppet.'

You reach over, putting your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. Feeling it shudder and quiver with every concealed cry, you see his watering eyes flick over to you.

"It's okay to cry once in a while." You say. "It's only human."

He furrows his brows.

"But," He spoke in hushed tones. "I am not human and... I do not own a heart like you."

(Oh, you knew. But at this moment-- you think he feels more human than anybody else.)

"Well I think... you seem to be very human. Maybe even more human than me." 

(The dam floods and shatters, taking him along with it but he holds onto you for dear life and... and you let him. Your warmth is a sharp contrast against his cool hands and face-- though it is ever so comforting as you wrap your arms so tenderly around him.)

(He feels safe.)

You decide to give him a name. In your head, of course, you didn't wish to give him a name that he did not choose.

You call him Kuni. For now.

Speaking of which, he had stopped sniffling quite some time ago and was now sitting up-- studying you with blatant curiosity. You sweatdrop under his fixed gaze but you're glad he looks much calmer than when you first found him.

"You never told me your name." He suddenly speaks, making you jolt a bit.

"Ah... Did I not?"

You tell him your name, with slight hesitation. 

You know you probably shouldn't interfere with his past, despite how badly you long to push him on a path to a better... happier, content life. You also know that it most definitely would change, a lot. Of things in the future.

You didn't want to risk that.

He echoed your name, looking more content as time passed. 

"Now, we know each other!" You beam, pleased now that Kuni was feeling better.

He timidly smiles back at you. (It's one so small and gentle, so out of character for his present self as ‘Scaramouche’, 'The Balladeer, the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers' and 'The Wanderer' -- you could die happy knowing that you made him smile.) 

"Yes, we do."

[water-to-drink]

The Daily Life Of a Country Destroyer

(Pairing): Kunikuzushi x Reader

(Summary): You find Kuni right after he was discarded by Ei and before any of his betrayals

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When you met Kunikuzushi, he had long hair that reached his ankles

After taking him in you noticed he didn’t like having it long, you would tie it up for him (and sometimes try new bun and braiding styles). It culminated to him asking you to cut his hair for him

He trust your judgement and you trust your sense of style so cutting his hair should be easy enough. What could go wrong?

A lot

A lot can go wrong

You don’t know why you gave him a bowl cut with a jellyfish combo, but it all looks so wrong

This poor boy, puppet? Whatever. He trusted you and you fucked up his life

You wouldn’t be mad if he hated you for all eternity and stormed out when you gave him the mirror (you would do the same thing)

Dreading his reaction you watched with baited breath and when he looked up at you, you expected the worst

“Thank you, I love it!”

Huh?

“You like it…?”

Kuni nodded his head with the biggest smile ever and hugged you

That could’ve ended wildly differently, but you aren’t complaining

Hopefully he can grow back his hair. Hopefully

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It was your average lazy Sunday, just doing nothing and mentally preparing for the oncoming week

You and Kuni sat in your living room reading your own separate books. Kuni’s book was a lot more simple than yours, but you always encourage him to learn things for himself

After reading a couple of pages you noticed your hands felt a bit tense, so you put your book down next to you and…

*CRACK*

Kuni whipped his head towards you, if he wasn’t a puppet you would’ve thought he had given himself whiplash. What you immediately noticed was the look of horror on his face

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?! Please be okay!” He asked as tears and snot ran down his face

“K-Kuni, it’s okay! My hands are fine!” You said as you flexed your hands to show there okay

“I thought you broke your hand. The sound…!”

“I didn’t I just cracked them, big difference!” You explained

Kuni wiped his face with his sleeve but you wiped it with a proper tissue. After you were done he clung onto you like a baby koala clutching onto their mother

Note for future reference: don’t crack your knuckles around Kuni

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[mondaymelon]

just this once. (scaramouche x gn!reader)

warnings/notes! sick insomniac reader, scara is a bit of a meanie in the beginning, fluff, implied suggestive content

(a/n) gift for kyoi!! ive been bribed to write this - also this is scaramouche, not wanderer! takes place before sumeru archon quest - requests are open at the time of writing this btw!!

epilogue in the tags!!

enjoy!!⋆｡°✩

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"Idiot."

"Hey!"

"What? I'm not the one who's sick right now. Only idiots catch colds." Scaramouche sneered at you, dark violet eyes gleaming cruelly.

"I've got a fucking weak immune system!!" Protesting, you crossed your arms and pouted from where you lay buried underneath the blankets on your bed.

"As a puppet, all I can say is that human bodies warrant more trouble than they're worth. As far as I'm concerned, you're the one who has the lacking side of the bargain here." Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your antics, only laughing quietly to himself when you abruptly sneezed.

Sniffling, you glared up at him. "Ugh, seriously? I'm sick right now, can we just..." You gestured your hands wildly, not exactly sure what point you were trying to prove. "...not?"

"As if."

"Be roommates with Scara, they said... it'll be fun, they said..." Cursing under your breath you sighed dramatically. "Who am I kidding right now??"

The Fatui Harbinger just stared at you, a smile playing at his lips. "Go on, it's fun seeing you so worked up over nothing. Ah~ truly. Why go circuses from Fontaine when you already have such a dramatic show in front of you?" Scaramouche let out a bout of laughter, only pausing when you sneezed yet again.

Groaning loudly, you flopped back onto your pillow with a soft thump. Scaramouche watched your movements as if he had nothing better to do.

"So... are you just... going to stand there? Ominously?" You sent a pointed look at the violet-haired man, arms crossed, eyes half-open and staring down at you.

"Maybe I will."

"Whatever then. Goodnight." You turned over, gripping your plush blankets with one hand with the other propped under your head while you tried not to think about Scara's burning gaze on you. And although you were tired, tired was an understatement, you couldn't find it in you to fall asleep. Either it was the Fatui Harbinger standing by your bedside and seemingly waiting for you to fall asleep, or maybe it was just your insomnia being a bitch. Your heart hammered in your ears. Why now, out of all times, had you had to get sick?

"Hey. You okay?"

What was that?

"Turn around for a second. I can't see your face." There was a note in the man's voice that you had somehow never heard before. The sneering tone was gone, for once and it had been replaced with someone a lot more mild.

"...Okay." Turning around, you felt your face flush at the sight. Some time had passed, and now the bright moonlight streamed into the room through the windows on the adjacent wall. Scaramouche stood there, chin slightly lifted, gaze unwavering, his hair ruffled lightly and an almost worried expression on his face.

...worried...?

Scaramouche leaned forward, brows furrowing at your red face. Gently cupping your cheek, easily taking you by surprise, he frowned slightly. "You're burning up."

"W-What-??"

"Stay here. Don't get up or even try to move or you will overexert yourself. I know your limits far more than you do." Scaramouche pressed a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. However, his eyes were still uncharacteristically soft, expression weary, almost. He was acting so... soft. And it was almost scaring you. "I'm going to get you an ice pack and something to drink."

Not really sure how to respond, you just nodded.

Scaramouche smiled at your reply. And it was strange. Really, really strange. Bursts of something you couldn't exactly decipher spread throughout your body, lighting up something in your heart. It was hard to describe, as much as it was hard to feel it. As soon as you had broken out of your daze, the harbinger was already gone.

So, you sat there, and waited.

And before long, he was back. This time, carrying a little wooden tray with two cups on it. One for you, and on for him. You didn't even know Scaramouche was capable of acting like this. You gratefully accepted the cup, sipping the drink happily. It was on nights like these that you truly were able to appreciate how lucky you were.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks... for well, everything you've done for me tonight." You beamed at him. Your fever had gone down, and now the night air felt cold on your skin. You were in a Fatui encampment in Shneznaya, but the only thing it made you do was make you long for the warm afternoons of Liyue.

Scaramouche had pulled up a chair - when, you had no idea. He silently nodded before trailing his gaze back up to you.

"Still can't sleep?"

"Ah... well..." You let out a sheepish giggle, placing your now-empty cup on the nightstand beside your bed. "You know how it is. I have trouble falling asleep."

Scaramouche stayed silent at that, and didn't say anything. You had begun to think you had somehow offended him, and he was thinking up of ways to dispose of your body before he finally spoke again. "Are you cold?"'

You nodded truthfully before saying, "It's only to be expected, though. Even with the Fatui's high technology heating systems, Shneznaya's permanent winter just can't be beaten." Shivering, you huddled up the blankets on your bed tighter.

"Then...

...Can I sleep with you? Just this once?"

Caught you off-guard was an understatement. A severe understatement. You stared at Scaramouche, who was busy examining the floor, face flushed. "...Can you repeat that?"

"Ugh- You-!" Scaramouche cut himself off, face red. "I'll sleep with you. Just for tonight."

...scara's blushing. "Why so flustered?" you jokingly retorted, somewhat enjoying the current situation.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Hmmm~ well, you'll have to give me some time to decid-"

Scaramouche didn't let you finish. He rushed forward, holding your shoulders in his tight grip as he fell onto you. Strands of hair framed his face in a picturesque manner as you stared up at him from where he had you pinned on the bed. Not even letting you stop to breathe, he pressed your wrists above your head and into the mattress, your eyes widening as you felt a warm pair of lips meet yours. He stole your breath away as he pulled back, glistening eyes dilated as he smirked down at you. His usual expression was beginning to dawn back on his face as he leaned into you and whispered into your ear:

"I don't think you'll ever have trouble sleeping again."

masterlist ✩

[rayheartsl]

Doodles for my beloved

I might not get scara

But if I lose I'll wait for al haitham :"D

[captaincryolicious]

Stay with me

just a little angsty drabble based on a dream i had last night. maybe it's a little toxic but in the end, scara is just really troubled (also, cw. use of scara's real name)

You had no idea why you ended up in what seemed like the darkest corner of Inazuma City, cornered by a very aggravated man. The darkness that came forth with midnight was daunting, but the violet gaze that rested upon you was even stronger as it held you in its grip effortlessly. His eyes were burning with unkempt emotions, often so carefully concealed until they spilled over – like now. 

Conceal. Don’t feel. Don’t let them know. That’s what he lived by. As a shallow puppet void of emotions, he went through his days. Even you, his close companion, his lover, barely ever witnessed a change in his demeanor. Merely two exceptions existed; there were days where he willingly showed you his softer side, and days where all his pent-up emotions flowed over, taking the shape of anger and frustration. Today was one of such days, and Kunikuzushi had dragged you all the way through the darkness to have you alone with him.

Because you were the only person he trusted, which was a blessing and a curse.

     “It’s you,” he said lowly, staring straight into your soul. “Ever since I met you, I've been feeling things. You shattered my perfect charade of being emotionless, you stir things within me that should remain untouched.” 

     “Kuni–” you began, but he rendered you silent with a sharp movement of his head, his dark purple bangs dancing slightly. He was frustrated with you, blaming you for the things he felt – things he didn’t even want to feel to begin with. Yet, when his hands landed on your shoulders, his touch was surprisingly gentle. 

     “You frustrate me,” the male breathed out, but his voice held no malice like his eyes did. “I despise human emotions, so what you do to me is torture.” 

He often placed the blame on you, and you knew all too well that it was you who awakened what he had concealed so well. You brought cracks into the apathetic mask he had so carefully fabricated as he long ago swore to never feel again. You were a threat to the scarred part of him, and the damaged being inside of him wanted nothing but to have you leave so he could be safe again. 

But then there was the part of him that had grown significantly ever since you met him. The part of him that longed for a companion, that wanted to trust you and let you close. The part of him that was learning to accept what he was feeling. Emotions were so foreign and scary for him, especially when he thought back to all the pain and misery he had been through. It was a miracle he even let you in. 

But it happened. Only around you, he dared to be vulnerable. Only you were allowed near him during his emotional breakdowns, allowed to see him like that – weak, out of control. It wasn’t at all pretty, for his anger was unbound and reckless and unfairly taken out on you. Yet, all the same, you were also his lifeline in those moments. He played a complicated game of push and pull. He wanted you gone and he wanted you near. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he didn’t know what to do with you. 

     “Do you want me to leave?” you carefully asked, like you always did when Kunikuzushi had another outburst of emotions. 

     “No, don’t go,” he commanded, and you saw the panic that flashed in his violet eyes. 

The grip he had on your shoulders grew in tension before he let go and opted for cupping your cheeks instead. He coaxed up your face and made you look at him – as if you didn’t have your eyes on him already – and your heart wrenched upon seeing the sheer anxiety that raged behind his harsh eyes. Despite being together for some time now, you still had no idea what happened to him in the past. Whatever it was, it left him damaged and you had to deal with the ruins of a man. 

     “Then I’ll stay,” you said, like you always said. 

You smiled at him, hoping that it would somehow reach his troubled mind. His emotional outbursts were quite tough on you, and staying strong and pretending you weren’t hurt by the way he acted didn’t come easy. But you always tried your hardest for him. You knew from the beginning how easily he could be triggered, yet you still decided to indulge in the growing relationship. It was a battle you fought together against his unkempt emotions. 

Calming down gradually, Kunikuzushi pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting go of you. The look in his eyes said I’m sorry, even though he never spoke those words aloud. The whirlwind of emotions that had his being rigid with stress had subdued a little. Another wave of helpless anger had passed. He reached out and held your hand tightly, as if he was afraid that you would change your mind and walk away from him. You wouldn’t, as you promised so often. 

You loved him, so you would get through it.

[boreborg]

what if scaramouche / wanderer has holes from the tubes he was connected to during the boss fight or something , like permanent damage and beyond repair since hes a puppet and during that one cutscene where he was reaching out for the gnosis he was overheating (took this from someone on tiktolk) and because of that, the holes and damage around it has melted parts surrounding it since he probably overheated so much it couldve caused some melting (assuming hes made of some type of porcelain or something close to that in the genshin universe) which caused damage to his artificial body.

as seen here, the tubes are quite literally inside his body in some type of way.

im just guessing here but the tubes seem like they already caused damaged his back from getting inserted, but since the tubes were ripped apart while he was lunging forward for the gnosis, the metal part would've shattered which could've damaged his back even more, possibly even cracking his false body.

and so if scaramouche / wanderer was in the nude (sorry, ohshc blooper ref) there would just be empty holes in his back with cracks and little melted parts around the holes accompanying them.

edit: ... okay yes hes made out of wood guys!!!!! helepeoe im so sorry help i wrote this when i was half asleep

[crazybirbhooman]

Realistic Scara Reverse Isekai Headcanons

In my Scara brainrot era

Reverse isekai AU, except realistic

Author's Note: I was really thinking about this one for a few days and then stumbled upon quite a few reverse isekai Scara fics, and yes, they were all really good, but personally I think realistically, things would go a lot differently. A bit self-indulgent so I’m using my workplace (hostess at a nice restaurant) for the main setting/ place of employment in these headcanons. Also, because while I was brainstorming, I couldn’t really think of a better natural way for Scaramouche to make an appearance that doesn’t involve him falling out of the sky or just appearing out of nowhere.

Version 3.3 archon quest spoilers

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Imagine walking into work through the front door, maybe you’re a few minutes late, but definitely arriving right in the middle of this whole ordeal of a strangely dressed man with a large hat arguing with your coworkers.

As the genshin fan you are, you could obviously tell the man was dressed as Scaramouche (in his wanderer era)

Finding it a little out of place for someone to be visiting a nice restaurant dressed in such a way you assumed that maybe he was coming back from a con nearby you didn’t know about.

But oh, his cosplay looks really good, almost like the character really stepped out of the game (little do you know) so of course you must compliment him! “Oh! Sir! I really like your Scaramouche cosplay!”

What a mistake that was, you’re lucky he’s the wanderer now.

He’d probably jolt over to facing you with his signature glare painting his face, how did you know who he was? How did you know his old name? didn’t he erase his existence from Irminsul? Were you working for Dottore and the fatui? And what did you mean buy cosplay?

Luckily, he refrains himself from using violence to question you on the spot, “How does a pathetic mortal like you know my name?” would be his first question

Of course, you’d be met with an irritated sign when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, followed by your puzzled expression at his behavior.

“Forget it, I just need to buy some food what food can I get in this shabby little place for under 500 mora” for some reason ever since he woke up here, he’s been hungry?

Well of course he’s hungry, living puppets don’t exactly exist here meaning Scaramouche has become a human now!

At this point you’d probably start looking for hidden cameras or wondering if this guy is just really committed to being in character. “Sorry sir, but mora isn’t a real form of money, I can let you look at the menu if you’d like to see our prices.”

Scaramouche was not amused and neither were you, the both of you probably went back and forth at each other for a solid 5 minutes before you asked him to step outside as he was disturbing customers, so now you stand outside with Scaramouche still trying to get it through to him that he should really stop trying to act so in character and that although his acting skills were very convincing, you knew better and knew there was no way a fictional character could be real(or so you thought)

You probably thought this man might be crazy, maybe he has some sort of unresolved mental problems? Where did he even come from; he didn’t even seem to have any mode of transportation with him? You were super close to getting your coworkers to call the police since nothing you were saying was getting through to the strange man infront of you.

You might also act with caution, if this man really thought he was Scaramouche, knowing the former harbinger’s personality he could be quite dangerous.

Scaramouche however is probably the one thinking you’re quite stupid, he got you to play along and answer some of his questions and through your explanations he found out he's in a different world from his own and that here, he’s actually a character from a game (how ridiculous)

He also found out he has now become a mere human here(yay he has a heart now)and that his vision is pretty much useless here (that could really become a problem) followed by the realization this world seems to have a lot of pointless laws, what do you mean he needs a birth certificate? Social security number? He can’t just wander around and can’t even survive here without money?!

Scaramouche really doesn’t want to deal with the authorities here, he’s realized quite fast that this world is nowhere close to being like Teyvat and since he can’t even just survive by wandering around and exploring, he didn't feel like getting into trouble just yet, especially before he has his situation properly figured out.

Now instead of you trying to explain the situation to Scaramouche, he’s the one having to explain himself to you, the real question is how does he convince you that he’s none other than the former 6th harbinger and not some crazy person dressed like him?

After a lengthy conversation he finally manages to somewhat convince you he’s actually Scaramouche. You’d have to bring him back inside and buy the poor guy food, he hasn’t eaten since he ended up in your world and has no money, you’d have to think of something to tell your manager and coworkers about the situation and coming up with an excuse for him. Poor you realizing you still haven’t even been clocked in this whole time 

You’d also have to take him home with you like a lost homeless kitten, if you live at home good luck explaining everything to your family without them thinking that YOU are now the crazy one.

Good luck living with this man too, he’s a menace

Not to mention if you’re a student you’d probably be taking him to school with you, he’d have a lot of trouble surviving here without at the very least a high school diploma.

Was super happy to find out he has fans here (although questions the sanity of a few of them at times)

If you thought he was bad at home, he's an even bigger menace at school. Despite his snarky and rude remarks you somehow managed to become close friends with him! You’re also the only friend he’s got “Why would I bother to put in the effort to entertain these pathetic people” is what he’d tell you

He’d mumble out a “thank you” so quietly you almost missed it but despite his usual behavior he was grateful to you for letting him stay with you and not abandoning him like the rest even though you should’ve been the one thanking him for giving you the opportunity to house someone as great as him.

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Thank you for reading! I’m not used to writing apart from school essays, but I’ve really wanted to start properly writing for a while. I wanted to start out a bit easier with some headcanons and hopefully my next piece of writing will be an actual fic?

[heedmywarnings]

Shogun(s) P1(?)

co-ruling shogun & kuni archons au<<

--

"Logic over emotions, Kunizukushi."

The cold voice of the Raiden Shogun would make anyone shiver, along with cold, stoic gaze. However it was only her and her brother.

"I know, sister... this isn't my first duel," Kuni sighed rather loudly as he continued to sign a few papers, some even scattered carelessly on the floor.

Raiden raised a brow, "But you are not dueling? Ah, is this your way to propose a dueling against me?" She asked, preparing her spear.

"Ah! That's not what I me-!"

"Draw your weapon."

--

"I thought you both agreed on a duel? How did you both manage to tear of eachother's limb? Such ludicrousy..."

The voice sighed. Honestly, she sounds like a mother dealing with her two misbehaving children right now.

"Kunizukushi proposed the idea."

"No I didn't! You were already drawing your weapon!"

Raiden glared at her brother, but he returned it with an irritated scowl.

"You said duel-"

"And!? It was an idiom!!"

"What's an idiom?"

The voice sighed again, seemingly more frustrated than before.

"Enough with the both you. Kunizukushi, finish the paperwork. Raiden, like... do something with the people, I guess."

She scolded. Kuni and Raiden swore they could hear her muttering about them 'interrupting her connection to the heavenly principles.'

"Nuh uh! No way am I letting you with the people!"

Kuni raised his voice.

"But Raiden Ei said I can do whatever-"

Once, again, she was cut off.

"You do the paperwork, I'll watch over the people or something."

"Okay."

--

'That was actually... surprisingly easy? Normally she wouldn't accept anything that involves changing responsibilities.'

"Almighty Shogun! Almi- *huff...* Almighty Shogun!"

"General Kujou, who is that lunatic screaming my name?" Kuni asks, his kasa covering his face as he didn't bother to look up.

"It's... it's a resistance soldier!" General Kujou replied, her voice expression surprise.

"!?"

[invaderzia1]

Scaramouche is that dumb bitch that act like top g but cums in his pants if you get on top of him. What a loser 🥰

nsfw MDNI

he didn’t think he’d get this far, not with the girl of his dreams sitting in his room sprawled over his bed. if you told him yesterday that his idea to ask you to come over would end up like this, he would be freaking out internally. not outwardly, ya know, probably try and play it off like of course it worked.

he sees how cute and docile you look underneath him and he swears he must’ve died already. your staring up at him with those sweet wide eyes ready for him to make good on the promises he told you not long ago, to rock your world better than any of those dumb assholes you hung around in the bar.

exceeeept, he’s almost completely frozen above you, staring at the way your tits look unconfined, his hands shakily squeezing them. who would’ve thought the big bad harbinger would freeze like a baby deer when presented with boobs.

so you decide to give him so help, hooking your leg around his and slowly flipping him onto his back, you now sitting on his lap. if he was capable of breathing, he knew he would be having some difficulties due to how hot that was. you cage him underneath you and begin to rock your hips against his. and be releases the softest, cutest little whine. he really struggles to hold himself back when he feels all the pleasure he’s been neglected his entire existence. bringing a hand to his mouth, he attempts to stop himself from embarrassing himself more than he feels he has.

except you reach for both of his hands and trap them above his head, refusing him to hide anymore. not when he makes the cutest little whines and pants every time his cock catches against your cunt. you start to slow down, afraid that if you keep going at this pace he might not make it the rest of the night. his eyes flutter open and he is no longer greeted with your cute and soft smile, instead replaced with sadistic wicked smile. his eyes widen as he feels you slowly drag your cunt against him again, letting out a loud moan as he releases into his pants.

when he finally comes off his orgasmic bliss, he’s met with you stripped completely, slowly wiggling his pants off. from there you can see his now limp cock slowly twitching back to life as your hand makes contact with it. your eyes widen in excitement at this, happy that he’s more than ready to keep going. and then you speak, slowly pumping his half hard cock in your hands.

“oh I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

[sukizuhafics]

[🔞] ☔️ Deep Love

-

For Scaramouche — It’s not often that he’s nice. Not that he does it on purpose, no, more like he isn’t sure how to. Plus, being nice is way too boring for him. I mean, come on. He used to be the SIXTH of the FATUI HARBINGERS. How cool is that?!

Nevertheless, the current timeline would probably not be shook by that title. Most of them do not even know what the fuck you’re talking about if you mention such title.

As Scaramouche (or Kunizukushi)’s partner, you’re not much in control. He’d demand and order you and you’d only obey like a selfless puppet. How ironic is that?

Making him happy is one thing, but making him angry is on a whole different level. It’s rare to make him happy anyway. The most distinguishing way to make him content — yes, feeding his ego.

Isn’t he already egotistical enough?

Testing his patience was something he always hated. That stupid playful side of yours had never fail to embarrass or annoy him in any way. Though, being a former harbinger, of course he would punish you in any way, really right?

That wasn’t the case for him. He wasn’t a harbinger anymore, he was your boyfriend. Your lover, your darling. Even if he never publicly displayed or mentioned it, it’s not like he doesn’t love you at least a little bit. You’re both dating for a reason, after all.

Sure, his insults are sometimes overboard.. but it’s not him without being a little mean. You love that most about him..

“What the fuck are you daydreaming about?”

The short, plum haired glared at you with his palm on his chin, rested his elbow on the table. He was already in a bad mood when you both accidentally missed the train because of you.

“I said I was sorry..” You protested, maybe you shouldn’t have thought too much on your outfit to impress him. His comments would just be the usual: ‘You look nice. Let’s go.’

Though, that comment was nowhere to be seen today due to your delay. The couple only sat down at a nice seclude cafe. There was pretty much no one there (your boyfriend ordered everyone to leave).

With a huff, he looked away from you. His pouting face was too pissed off to be seen adorable. “I’m leaving.”

— Just like that, he stood up and ready to leave you alone in the cafe.

“Wait— The next train is here soon!”

“Do you think I care?”

“Well— uhm.. uh..” You stammered, not wanting your boyfriend to leave you there and embarrass you. Your ego is also high after all.

“An.. alternative! Yeah! We can do something else!”

Despite rolling his eyes in a pissed off manner, he stood there and listened to you. How caring.

“Just follow me.”

Normally, he would reply with such responses like ‘You dare order me?’, ‘The audacity for you to utter such blasphemy out of your mouth towards me’.. He remained silent; with a salty face on. The truth is — you weren’t sure what to do either. It was only a spur of the moment because you didn’t want your beloved to leave. Now you’re wishing he actually ignored you and left.

In the corner of your eye(ear), a little promoter was shouting there and there.

“The perfect place for dates! The perfect place for couples! Come order now!”

Save, let’s go!

Surely he won’t get angry at you anymore, right?

-

…

Well, you weren’t expecting this.

You ordered a cab and told the driver to head to wherever the address located on the promoter’s flyer earlier. You didn’t expect it to be..

A LOVE HOTEL?!

You stood in disbelief, cheeks growing redder by the time as you try to avoid eye contact with Scaramouche.

He kept his silence, crossing his arms as he looks at the big building in front of him with a stoic expression.

“..I wasn’t.. expecting this..” You tried explaining, when the boyfriend stepped forward. Entering the lobby while leaving you behind.. you could only catch up to him.

With room reservations handled by him, you only followed him around like a lost and confused puppy. When the two of you entered the room, it was quite large and beautiful. Your eyes widened in awe at the expensive and beautiful decorations that could cost you a head if broken.

“Hm, not bad.” He said, looking around the decorations of the room. It was his first time in a love hotel after all.

There were rose petals along the path to the bedroom. The bed was tucked in beautifully, but not too tight. It looked comfortable.. and you only dream to lay on it and take an everlasting slumber. There were also candles lit to maintain the romantic vibe.

After some time of exploring, you made sudden eye contact with the other. Making you jolt in surprise.

“You brought me here. What now?”

“Uh.. well..”

“😐”

He looked at you in disbelief. Did they really brought him here and expected nothing?

He sat on the bed, the romantic atmosphere gave him an ick.

“Come here.” That was an order. You could only obey. “Why did you bring me here?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Surely you can’t say that you were desperately trying to find another alternative date plan and recklessly picked whatever there was??

“Because.. you.. liked hotels..?”

“What.”

“I lied. I’m sorry.”

Irked, Scaramouche only looked at you in annoyance. He began to feel more and more irritated by your stupidity. Why did he choose to date such a dumb human?

“First you make us lose the train, now you bring me here with no purpose. Are you trying to piss me off or what?!”

He flicked your forehead, cuffing your cheeks forcefully.

“We’re already here, make it worthwhile!”

Those words made your cheeks suddenly grow redder. Was he seriously suggesting the same thing you were thinking? You stood still for a bit, when familiar hands suddenly grabbed your hips, making you sit on his lap. He looked up at you with unamused pissed off expression.

He forcefully connects your lips together, leaving you with no choice but to return the same passion.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouth for a while, making out with subtle whimpers and heavy yet short breaths within each time. He flipped you over, now pinning you down on the bed as your lips stays connected. Your hands over your head.

Once he pulled away, his lips made its way to your neck, kissing softly. His other hand gently sliding under your shirt.

There was no way to turn back now. Your idea for the date was something cute and happy, yet it turned out this way.. Nonetheless, you can’t help but admit that you were slightly enjoying this too.

He grasps on your chest, touching and rubbing your nipples whilst biting your neck. Your mouth letting out a whine in response.

“Shut up.” He uttered, adding a long kiss on your lips as he continued touching you. His kisses were rough.

;

Scaramouche searched through the drawers as you only sat up in bed, your hair a mess and already half naked.

The hotel really was a love hotel — clearly living up to its title. He found some toys and lube inside the drawers, it was surprisingly completed. Who runs this place??

He took the playthings, leaving the lube behind as he approached his way back to the bed. Back to your warmth.

His face was amused; why would he need a lube for? He can make himself wet just by using you.

“Y/N, do you trust me?”

Absolutely not.

Though that answer was not an option, LOL rip

He chuckled before inserting three fingers inside your already-wet entrance. He moved his fingers in and out your cunt. Making you produce embarrassing pleasurable sounds.

He only wanted to hear that.

He grinned, “Fucking slut.”,

“You’re this desperate already?”

“So warm.. what a pervert.”

His teasing made your face light up in red once more, especially with how he was still using his fingers on you.

After a minute, he replaced his finger with the vibrating toy he had found not too long ago. Making you shiver and jolt from the sudden cold entrance.

He lifted your chin, kissing your cheek.

“Listen, Y/N.”

“You’re not allowed to finish until I say so.”

“Got it?”

He glared into your eyes, his violet gaze meeting yours. It was almost hot — No, it WAS hot. God, his gaze alone could make you cum already.

The vibrations turned up, and you could only response with moans and nodding.

“Use your words.”

You struggled, saliva already forming in your mouth from keeping it open so long. You panted, trying your best to response. “Mhf— I- hah.. under..stand.”

“Good.”

He smirked, undressing your top and his own clothes. He watches you squirm, his expression amused. His pissed off and salty face was nowhere to be seen, and he’s only just started.

Upon seeing your helpless self.. the man leaned you down on your knees, your face meeting his cock. It wasn’t hard, you know he wasn’t satisfied yet.

“What? What are you waiting for? You’re being such a whore, yet you’re clueless?”

“Suck it.” He demanded, the same grin never leaving his face.

With the vibrator still inside you, you moved your mouth on his large shaft. Kissing and finally sucking on it like your lover had been waiting for. The whole ordeal is enough to make you feel like finishing..

Filthy noises came out of your mouth as you tried to continue using your mouth on him. He pushed your head lower, his tip reaching the back of your throat.

“Hah.. hn..”

“That’s it.”

He shivered, the feeling turning him on as you were sort of his plaything now. “I want to fuck your throat so badly.. but that’s no fun.” He added after some time, pulling your hair so that your mouth wasn’t filled with him anymore.

He turned up your vibration, suddenly moving it deeper inside you. Oh fuck, you wanted to cum so much.

“You like it.. huh? Letting me fuck you with this toy.”

“Such a slut.. for me..”

“Your noises.. make them louder.”

He moved it in and out, making you gasp for air. He kissed your filthy mouth as he continued on this little game of torture.

His free hand going to rub your nipples once again.

“Pleas— h-hah.. let me..”

“Cum? You want me to let you cum?”

“You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.”

Oh, how cruel of him. You want to let it go so badly. To cause a wet mess you’ve been so patient on holding in. You were going crazy at this rate. Begging was almost useless, only moans of pleasure came out of your mouth. When he finally took out the toy that had been so deep inside— fuck.. I’ll break, please—

Ah..

Y/N groaned in pleasure when they couldn’t hold it anymore, earning a temporary pissed off expression from their boyfriend. His angered look then turned into a chuckle as he teased your hole with three fingers, your hole that was still releasing sticky and filthy substance.

“I told you to hold it in.”

“Pfft.. hah.”

“I’m gonna fucking break you.”

Before you could react, he removed his fingers and slammed his hard, large cock inside you. He thrusted it quickly, moving in and out of you so deeply it had already reached your most sensitive spots. Each thrust growing faster than the one before.

“Hah— ah, ah.. you.. ah..”

“Fucking whore.. hngh..”

He kissed you multiple times, making you unable to breathe and only letting him use you to his needs. You broke a rule, after all. Rules aren’t meant to be broken.. are they?

You jolted and shake within each thrust. No comprehensible words could be heard from you other than moans and the syllables “Sca..ra..”

“F-Fuck.. ah.. you’re..”

“..taking me so well..”

He kept thrusting himself inside you, biting and sucking on your nipples. At some point, he couldn’t help but join in the helpless and non-stopping moans.

—— I mean, he wasn’t going to lie. He wants to finish too.

Inside you, that is.

At least.. a couple of times?

“Ahn.. hah.. mnh..”

“Hahn— ah.. hngh..”

“Fuck-fuck— uhn, ah..!”

“Mn.. ah— hah.. shit.”

“Fast..er.. ah.. more.. I n-need more of you..”

“I can’t get enough.”

-

He was being so fast, you could’ve sworn you came at least twice in that span. For some reason, he completely stopped.. pushing himself deeper inside of you. Grinding.. at this rate, you’ll finish for the fourth time.

..When he hasn’t finished at all!

“Y/N..” He spoke, a bit breathless.

He began thrusting really slowly, each thrust hitting a certain pleasure spot.

For a bit, he stopped. Retracting his body, but still kept the both of you connected.

He lifted your legs above and on his shoulders, going for a position to penetrate you deeper.

“Y/N.. Y/N…”

He repeats with the same breathless tone, like that was the only thing he can think of right now. His mind completely empty with nothing but you. Only you.

After some time, he moves once again. Thrusting inside you deeper, rougher, faster.

“Nn.. hah.. ah.. All the way inside..”

“You like this.. right? When I.. uhn.. ah.. go so deep.. I can feel myself.. on your stomach.”

He pressed your stomach, finding himself.. how deep he was.

His pace grown faster and faster until he was reaching his point of climax too. He kissed you multiple times, trying to reach his point of release.

Eventually, he thrusted himself into you a bit more as he released. Wanting his seeds to reach the deepest parts of you.

He finally stopped completely, the two of you groaned loudly as you released.

It was your sixth release.. and it was his first.

“Hah.. haah..” he panted, “Not yet, I’m not done yet.” He kissed your drooling mouth, not giving you any chance to respond.

“Need.. more of you.”

He slowly moved inside again.

-

Scaramouche never publicly displayed his affection for you, other than his seldom need for a cuddle or a kiss. Sometimes, even his money spent for you is what you can call a symbol of affection.

Yet tonight, it was something you’d never expect. You could hear a subtle “I love you” coming from between his pants and thrusts. He repeated; “I love you” and again, “I love you so much”

Ah, what a hassle.

You can’t help but love him too, despite his cruelty.

You’re totally gonna tease him for this afterwards.

The End

A/N

YOO can’t believe my first smut after so long is a SCARA X READER????

(funfact i dont like scara but i commissioned my friend kinda and she heeded a scara smut for compensation 💔💔💔💔)

It was fun writing this on my 7 hour flight :3

I feel like I just wrote Azeru’s script lmao

Thanks for reading!

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Rewriting Fate - Chapter 3

chapter 2 > chapter 3 (you're here!) > chapter 4(in progress...)

word count! 2.5k+

warnings! none a/n: guys i might need to forget tagging anyone on this one, it's saying i have too many words AGHAG, and ALSO renamed the series!! more short and simple

You had closed your eyes a while ago.

The puppet looked over your sound, peaceful face with curious doe eyes. He didn't understand what you were doing, however, you had not seemed like you were in any danger or pain so he had let you be.

Reaching a slim hand out, he hesitated before gently brushing a hand against your cheek. Your mouth twitched, and he reeled back, clutching his hand against his chest with wide eyes watching your every move.

Shuffling around, your head turned slightly more towards him-- allowing him to see you more closely. He relaxed his shoulders.

How bizarre, he thought. Why had he gotten the urge to do such a thing?

Pressing his palm to his chest, he could sense the power that ran through his body pulse rapidly in his chest. It fluttered wildly under his synthetic skin. 

Shuffling closer to you, he placed his thin veil over your form. Laying back as you were, he faced you.

Rummaging around he pulled out the trinket that his m-- his creator had left with him before she had placed him in that unfamiliar-familiar place. It was cold under his similarly frigid fingertips, the gold glinting under the faint moonlight as if it was mocking him.

Unwillingly, the corners of his lips twitched into a frown as he looked into the stars that reflected off of the feather.

You mumbled something incoherent.

He jolted at the sound, looking away from the golden ornament to you. His gaze drifted to your hand, which had moved closer to him, limp in the grass.

Swallowing, he clutched the feather tight as his free hand inched closer toward yours. Your fingertips brushed against his own and he froze. Your hands were much warmer than his. His tense gaze darted from hands to your face, hands, and to your face again.

To his dismay, it was twisted into a slight grimace, your brows knitted together tight. It was an expression that made his chest twist and churn. He didn't like the feeling, he decided.

Unsure of what to do, he slid his palm over your hand-- trying to replicate what you had done in his 'prison'. 

His fingers clumsily wrapped around yours as he hoped that his visible joints wouldn't bring you any discomfort. Looking up from your intertwined hands, he watched as your face relaxed.

It brought a strange fuzzy feeling within him that he couldn't quite understand. His shoulders sagged as a small smile blossomed against his lips. 

It was alright. He would ask you what it was once you were awake.

A soft tickling of what you think is a breeze against your face was the first thing you felt as your eyes fluttered open.

Clear blue sky greeted you as you adjusted to the brightness of everything around you. Groaning at the new-found stiffness that you could feel in your back, you close your eyes, going to rub at them only to realise one of your limbs had already been occupied. Your grogginess dissipated in an instant.

Turning to your side, you're immediately faced with a flash of bright indigo and a curious porcelain face. Your bewildered eyes flicker to your hand that Kuni was grasping onto before looking back up at him.

"Are you alright?" Kuni quietly asks you, examining you intently. "You are looking at me strangely."

"I... sorry, did I accidentally grab your hand while I was sleeping?"

You go to move your hand, however, the distressed expression that he was giving you and the subtle way he gripped down made you think otherwise. You relaxed in his grip and his face eased into one of content. Kuni looked back up at you.

"No, I did." Your brows raised at his bluntness. "Your face was all scrunched up. So, I put my hand around yours, like you did before, to make you all better again and it worked."

"Oh, did I?" You couldn't recall having a nightmare whilst you were asleep, but then again -- dreams came and went too quickly sometimes to remember. "Thank you."

"It's alright." His face lit up at those two words before he paused and looked at you quizzically. "Is sleeping another human thing?"

Your eyes widen. Right, you remembered, Kuni did not need sleep to function. You clear your throat.

"Ah, yeah. We need sleep to work properly." You amusedly watch him listen, hanging on to your every word. "It's another necessity for us. Helps our bodies regain energy."

The puppet did not know why you kept on referring to humans as... 'we' and 'us' and not just 'Humans'.

It was all a bit confusing to him, but he found that he liked it. Liked it when you spoke to him as if he was a human just like you... He wished to be a human just like you. But... maybe in your eyes, he was already one.

'More human than me.' You had said. Something flutters inside his chest at the thought.

A hand waving in front of his face jolted him out of his stupor.

"Helloo... You still with me?" You chuckled at his wide-eyed expression. "You've been staring at me quite a lot recently."

He nervously bit at his lower lip, remembering that he had watched you 'sleep' all night. He diverts his attention away from you to the sandy beach, watching the waves wash in and out.

"Oh... then, should I stop?" He asked. "Is it a bad thing to do?"

"No. Well, not to me at least." 

His head perked up at your peppy response, eyes darting back to a sheepish expression on your face.

"Other people may think it's a bit rude though." You explained, running your fingers through the veil that you had noticed. "Just make sure the person you're staring at is comfortable with you doing so."

He bobbed his head with enthusiasm, at the sight of your smile. "Alright."

Eventually, tired of simply waiting for something to happen, you stood up. The puppet watched as you lifted your arms above your head and reached for the clouds, flinching as your body made that nauseating cracking sound once again. 

He'll never get used to the strange noises your body made, he thought.

You sighed heavily as you looked around the area.

"Well. None of this seems familiar." You finally spoke after a few seconds of blankly observing your surroundings. "Guess we better start walking until we reach someplace... or meet someone, I suppose."

"Meet someone?" He asked you, with wide eyes. "Who?"

You laughed nervously before shaking your head. "Anyone who could help us."

"Why would we need help? We are fine are we not?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, yes -- but what if it rains...? Or... we get attacked? Sleeping outside is quite dangerous, you know." You pointed out, handing him back his veil. "Plus, it's a bit chilly."

He blinked. "I'll protect you. I don't need sleep."

You spluttered, a sound akin to a horrific mix of both a laugh and a cough coming out of you as Kuni fretted over your hunched form.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked, and you panicked at the corners of his thin lips that threatened to twitch downwards.

 "No... no. I'm just being a bit silly." You shook your head adamantly, having regained reasonable composure. You continued to explain. "And... you could -- but I don't want to see you get hurt if something goes wrong."

Bright indigo eyes fluttered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Oh. I understand."

Your lips spread into a grin. "Mhm. Now let's try and find some civilization. There should be a town or something near here."

Taking his hand in yours you headed along the shoreline. Kuni staggered a little behind you before swiftly catching up, walking beside you -- curious about where you would lead him now.

Despite your valiant efforts, you could not for the life of you find where the town was. It shouldn't be too difficult to find if you were looking at the in-game layout of Tartarasuna Island, but for some strange reason, everything seemed to be blown multiple times out of proportion.

Perhaps the in-game environments were sized down for the player's comfort. You couldn't imagine how vast Sumeru might be since this island was "big" to you now.

It was getting darker and colder as the sun slowly dipped under the horizon once more, the whole day going by quicker than you had anticipated it to be. 

You shivered as you rubbed at your arm with your free hand. The thin clothes you had on were not doing you any justice against the chilly breeze that drafted across the shore. You envied Kuni right about then, the male looking absolutely unaffected by the drop in temperature.

Kuni looked your way, brows pinching in confusion. "Why are you shaking?" 

"It's a reaction humans have when it gets c--cold. It's supposed to help the body warm up a bit, but as y--you can see? It's n--not very... sufficient when I've got n--nothing else to heat m--me up." You attempted to speak through your chattering teeth.

The puppet frowned at this, before realizing he could help in some way. He lit up, tugging his veil off of him and gingerly pulling it over your shoulders. It wasn't something like a thick blanket, but it helped block out some of the icy wind that the Inazuman sea brought in.

"Is this okay?" He searched your eyes for approval. "I don't feel cold, so you can have it."

Nodding, you gratefully clutched the veil closer around you. "Much better. Thank you."

Immediately, he fawned at your thanks with a closed-eyed smile. "It's okay."

When you glanced over to the horizon, the last sliver of light from the sun was beginning to slip behind the long stretch of sea. You turned to Kuni with a weak smile.

"We should probably start l--looking for somewhere safe to rest tonight. I know you d--don't feel the cold, but I sure do -- so preferably somewhere that'll sh--shield us from the wind." 

Kuni nodded obediently and began to search around. It was not long before he found a secluded little opening in one of the stone cliffsides that were scattered around the island. It's a bit smaller than the cave you had found the domain you found Kuni in, but it fitted both of you.

It's not a tight fit, more of a snug one as you sit with your back pressed up against one of the stone walls and the veil pulled up to your chin. Kuni leans up against the other, gazing over you almost like he was awed. You lift your brow at him.

"Are you alright?"

He blinks at you like he had just snapped out of a daze, before averting his gaze to the ground, seeming a bit sheepish. "Yes. I am... just shocked that I was able to leave that place. I thought that I would have to stay there forever."

"The domain is pretty and all but I think I'd go insane if I had to stay there forever." You retort, grimacing at the reminder of the state you had found the male in.

Deep violet eyes flickered back, catching your eyes again. He looked confounded. "But then, why did you want to go back so badly...?"

You scrunched up your face in thought before coming to a vague confession.

"I was... expecting someone to be there. Someone who could help."

Kuni's shoulders slumped at your response. "I still don't understand why we are in need of help. Who were you expecting?"

You sucked in a sharp breath, thinking of what to say without exposing too much of what you knew.

"That's--"

A strange yet warm glowing light flickered over the opening. It blinds you for only a second before a deep voice calls out, making both you and Kuni freeze.

"Is someone there?"

The voice was familiar.

The veil slides off you as you swiftly shuffled out from the nook you were huddled in, making your way out of the opening. A trembling cold hand suddenly wrapped firmly around your wrist.

Your head whirled around to find Kuni on the other end, desperately staring up at you. Shaking his head quietly, he lightly tugged at your arm. Come back inside, his wide eyes seemed to say. Don't go.

Kuni was scared.

(Scared that you'd get hurt. Scared that you'd leave him.)

Your eyes softened and you tapped the hand that was holding so fervently onto you. 

"Come with me then?" You asked in a hushed tone, watching his reaction carefully. "You can protect me if things go bad."

You were sure things wouldn't go bad, you were sure who the person was. But Kuni didn't. You had to coax him somehow, since leaving him alone for a bit was not an option that he would be willing to take.

Kuni bit his lip nervously, as if in thought before hesitantly pulling himself up and taking the veil with him. He loosened his grip on your wrist, opting to hold your hand instead. 

"... Yes." He whispered back. "I will protect you."

You smiled wryly at how his voice trembled as he spoke. "Of course."

Turning back, you followed the warm glow in the near distance, Kuni trailing your every footstep like a lost puppy. His hand remained tightly gripped around your palm as you both neared the light.

The closer you get to the light, the more visible the man gets and the more sure you are about who he is.

It's a tall, well-built man in a dark navy haori, the faded white fabric around his shoulders and under holding his sleeves up and tight. His dark hair is gathered up into a high bun, a widow's peak prominent on his forehead. The man's face seems kind... worried as you grow closer, Kuni still following behind you. It's Katsuragi. He looks exactly like he does in-game. Thank... the archons, you guess. The strange familiar blue glow of the pavilion is also near. 

You must have gotten to him after he had reached the domain. You hoped that Katsuragi finding Kuni outside of the domain did not hinder the story too much.

"Are you alright...?" The samurai you know is Katsuragi asked, lifting the lantern closer to you. "Oh, you have someone else also!"

As the light from the lantern fell over Kuni, he shuffled a bit more behind you, eyes wary yet curious as he peeked over your shoulder.

"Ah..." You faltered, realising you had not figured out what to say after you had met Katsuragi. You hadn't expected to meet him so soon, and so suddenly nonetheless.

"You're both wearing interesting clothes... and you, the one standing behind them... that fabric seems so expensive... Just who are you two?" Katsuragi mumbled to himself, eyes darting from you to Kuni.

Another gust of wind blew over and the small flame in the lantern wavered. You shivered. Both Katsuragi and Kuni had noticed, their faces growing concerned.

"No matter." The samurai turned to face you, resolute. "Your clothes are most definitely unfit for how cold Tartarasuna's nights can get. Let me escort you both to our village. It's not so far from here."

"T--thank you." 

You just about fell over from relief. 

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so cute