#scaramouche genshin x reader

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

[cherieiu]

⌗ ETERNAL BLISS !

sypn. life after life, you've been slipping away from scaramouche's grasp. he won't allow it anymore. tags. soft yan!scaramouche x gn!reader, scara's a bit obsessive but okay!!, obsessive behaviours, slight mention of inflicting injury (he digs his nails into your cheek, ow!). reblogs rlly help, thank u!

cold porcelain hands intertwined with your own warm ones, his rosy lips pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. pure, unadulterated love. in his eyes, in every lifetime, you were statuesque - an ethereal beauty worth sacrificing the world for. scaramouche was enamoured - how dare a mortal have a beauty so celestial - his breath hitches, lapis eyes staring into you with adulation.

he missed you, century after century. scaramouche despised his aeonian life, viewing as nothing but an unmoving obstacle that seperated you from him. in just one blink, you're in his arms, laughing into his neck before lifelessly hanging from his arms. a human lifespan is a few moments in his eyes - you appeared and disappeared too many times to count. he's never letting you go again. it may seem obsequious of him, but it's for the best.

pearlescent nails dug into your cheek, leaving behind crescent marks - not that it mattered to scaramouche.

"please don't leave me, i won't let you." he whispered under his breath. this elysian feeling you gifted him - scaramouche knows he's truly addicted. you merely glance up at his ethereal face before offering him a shy smile.

"i won't."

[luvkuvi]

05 – better than him !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau

series synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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[rierice8]

Last words of an old flame

Thank you for 100 followers guyss!! I was supposed to post a scara fic a long while back but I’ve been pretty busy, but then the next time I opened tumblr I had 100 followers?! So I decided to dedicate this scara fic to that milestone. Thanks a ton guys! And sorry for the long wait, this fic is super angsty too- OOPS! Turns out liquid smooth is not the kind of music I should write smut too…

Word count: 1921

Ftm Scaramouche/wanderer x male reader

TW: heavy mentions of memory loss, angst, degradation, semi public sex (forest), creampie, blowjob

You don't quite know when you’d first felt like this.

Perhaps it was as you saw him for the first time, sitting way up high, far from the busy bustling streets of Sumeru with that dejected look on his face. Or maybe it was as you caught another glimpse of the strange man as you were studying the forest, drenched from the summer heat. It could have been when you first spoke with him, calling him out for seemingly following you. Maybe it was as you spoke the second time, or the third. It could have been as he and you got closer, maybe as you played in the shallow waters of a nearby stream as a way to cool off. Perhaps it was his perfect physique, the way the water made his shirt stick against his torso, his muscles accented by the sleeveless black fabric. His hair dripping against his face and his sly smirk as he forces water your way.

But you don’t think it matters when you started feeling this way. Because it feels good. Too good.

Sitting alone in your room, fingers wrapped around your cock as you grunt and throw your head back to the thought of him. Skilfully going up and down to the rhythm you imagine pounding the man with. Staring at the pictures of him you took with your kamera, precum leaking down your cock. It was like your skin was on fire, though if it was really his touch it would feel all the better. You were completely unravelled all while thinking of him.

Him.

…

Who is he again?

It's been days, or maybe weeks since you’ve seen him. But who was he? You rack your brain yet you can't seem to remember his name, looking through your memory there seem to be blank places, places where his face should be. He meant so much to you, you know that much. He was your world, your light.

What was his name again?

Months go past and you’re sitting, face in your knees, photographs with what seems like blurs of what was a man all across the floor. It was like someone forced him from your memory. You were starting to forget the memories you shared. All that was left was the feeling. It was like sparks lighting against your skin, or that's what you remember it as, at least. A burning desire, a passion, a love for this…figure. This blur. If you didn’t know any better, it felt like someone had forcefully cut out his face from your memory. You miss him so.

Miss him?

Who again?

You walked down the streets of Sumeru city in the summer heat, buying some herbs for your morning tea.

“Thanks again for the windwheel asters, they’re so hard to get here!” You exclaimed. The salesman smiled and said it was nothing as you waved goodbye and set off again. Your next stop was the flower store, which brought you an immediate sense of dread, as it always does. The flowers made you think of something, but you don't know what. It's the same empty patch that kills you every time. You shake your head in an attempt to fix your thoughts.

There.

Your head darted upwards. A man you’d never seen before sat on the roof of some building. You’d never seen before? Yea… never before. His eyes were focused on you. You made direct eye contact with the stranger who sat above you. Who was he?

“Who are you?” You yelled up to the wanderer.

He looked at you cynically before letting out a ‘tsk’ and standing up, preparing to leave.

“No please! Tell me, I swear I must have met you before, something feels wrong about you,” you begged him. He slid down the side of the building before grabbing your arm and dragging your shocked self away from the busy roads. You didn’t question his antics, only following him deeper and deeper into the forests to the sides of the big city. His indigo hair flowing in the wind, his left hand holding his hat down to his head, pale shimmering skin holding your hand tight. He didn’t break a sweat from all the running, so you tried not to either, as not to embarrass yourself. Besides, you were quite well versed in combat, both with and without your vision. Yet running this far and long seems impossible with human stamina.

“Stop please,” you panted. He immediately stopped running and let go of your arm. You stumbled backwards and ended up falling over. He stood above you and cried,

“HOW CAN YOU TELL, HOW DO YOU KNOW!”

You shuffled yourself backwards and away from the angry man. What did you know?

“I don't know…I’m sorry. Who are you even, I feel like I’ve known you but whenever I try to think of you nothing comes up and it makes my blood boil!” You said shakely, eyes wide open. The mystery man took a step back, stumbling slightly as he covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes went glassy. As if realisation has struck him through the heart and it hurt.

“I love you,” he trembled out.

“You don't even know me?”

He knelt down to place himself on top of you, caressing your cheek with his burning palms. Pulling you into a kiss. Like habit you kissed back. He moved his lips against yours and like habit you closed your eyes and sighed into his mouth. He slid his tongue into your mouth and, like habit, you let him. His touch felt oh so familiar, like you’d felt it a million times before. As though the was he touched you was the same as the past. Like he was the missing piece in your memory.

You broke the kiss panting and staring wide eyed.

“Just who are you,” you whispered as you lent your head against his shoulder.

“Everything you do feels so right, but I can’t remember you.” He smiled, a sad smile, a small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“I want you, my love,” he said with half lidded eyes.

And like habit,

You said yes.

Against a tree, deep in the forest, you ravaged this man who you’ve loved so much, yet who has been burnt from your memory. He stared up at you as his mouth worked your tip and his hands worked the base of your cock. Eyes tear filled yet perfect, seeming as though they were begging you to use his mouth as you pleased. Every time you moved slightly he’d moan around your cock, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. It was intoxicating, the way his pink lips worked so skilfully and as though they’ve been there before. As if they knew everything that made you come undone. You grabbed his head by his hair and forced him to take you all the way. He gagged before grabbing your thigh and letting you move his head as you pleased. His occasional moans were enough to get you burning on the inside, aching for him. Pulling him off your dick, he whined before you pulled him off the floor and pulled his shorts and panties right down. You lifted one of his legs above your shoulder to support him better before shoving a finger into his wet pussy, not needing any lube from how wet he already was. You pumped that one finger in and out of him slowly, painfully. You watched his face as he squirmed in pain.

“Hahh~ more, faster…please?” He moaned out.

You smiled at him as you pushed in one more finger and started moving them faster.

“Someone’s already all stretched out, like a good slut. I’m sure you were thinking of me a lot, hmm? Not being able to tell me who you are or show yourself really got to you, bad little whore.” You whispered into his ear.

“Mmfh! It- ah! It was so hard! I missed you too much~ ngh!” He groaned. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean while staring him in the eye. You closed in and kissed him, letting him taste himself from your mouth. You moved down along his chest, giving him little hickeys and kisses along his whole neck and collar.

“Please…put it inside.” He begged. You smiled as you followed his begs. Aligning your dick with his sopping pussy before pushing in. It was almost like he was made for you, fitting you perfectly inside him. He moaned out loud and pulled your head down to his chest. You started moving, fast straight away, having no patience left to tease the wanderer anymore.

“Fuck, I feel as though I’ve done this before. Have I? Why don't you be a good little cock slut and tell me everything?” You say as you pull his hair so that he faces you.

“I- ah!! I can’t tell you~ mhfg, fuck me oh archons!” He whined. You furrowed your brows and sped up. Even now he couldn’t open his mouth.

Even now you were left in the dark.

You kissed him violently, smashing your lips together as you pounded his small frame and trailed your free hand up to twist and pinch his nipples. He moaned into your lips and you did nothing but speed up again. Chasing your own high.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He moaned out.

“Then cum, slut.” And he did. He let out a long moan as he tried to close his legs, but you kept them open and continued so that you could feel release too.

“I can't any more n- no! Too sensitive~ ah!” He moaned, but you ignored his pleas.

“I don't even know your name yet I feel like I’ve fucked you senseless a million times. Yet you seem to know me so well, plastering yourself on me like some cheap whore,” you said, accentuating each word with a sharp thrust. The wanderer was a mess beneath your arms now. Crying and moaning at how good it feels.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you groan.

“Cum inside me- ngh!! Ah yes, please!!” He whined and begged. You smiled and nodded slightly, after all, you couldn’t refuse such a good boy. With a few more thrusts you came inside him, filling his pussy up with your cum. You stayed like that for a moment as you caught your breath.

“I wish I knew who you were, you know,” you sighed. The wanderer looked away from you, in a solemn way.

“And I wish I could tell you, but even if I did, you still wouldn’t remember me.” He whispered almost inaudibly. You sighed again and pulled out. The man gasped at the sudden emptiness. You pulled your own clothes back on before helping him out and dressing him again. You then picked him up and carried him back to yours.

As you came home, you lay him down in bed alongside you, already knowing that he would be gone before you next opened your eyes. But you silently prayed that he’d still be there. Yet before you fell asleep, you stared at him, letting all the details you’d long forgotten sink back in.

“I forgot how beautiful you were,” you smiled.

He said nothing in return, just blankly stared at you.

“I’m sorry.”

In the morning he was gone. Just as you’d predicted, any trace of him vanished, all that was left were his words echoing in your mind.

The last words of an old flame.

[yanyanfeii]

giving him a lesson

synopsis: you make scara submit to you

cw: sub scaramouche x dom gn reader, praise kink, begging, crying, overstimulation, lip bleed, rough sex, NSFW CONTENT BELOW!!!

scaramouche tries so hard to resist you, acting all high and mighty. he stifles his moans to the best of his abilities, biting his lip til the metal taste of blood is on his tongue.

for his disobedience you will make him suffer. make him beg.

his body is hot, his flace flushed a deep red and his body sensitive to the touch.

you press your lips against his as he desperately kisses you back, moaning into your mouth. your hand tightens around his dick as you continue to jerk him off. he’s came more times that he can count and his body feels like it’s on fire.

he whines against your lips, sweat dripping down his jaw as his hips shutter as you mercilessly pick up speed. “i can’t!” he cries out, tears pricking at the corners of his violet eyes. you smirk at him, feeling him thrust against your hand like a dog in heat. “i’m gonna!” he’s cut off by a loud cry, his orgasm washing over him in waves. “such a good boy for me scara.” you praise, as he whimpers. embarrassed by the praise and being seen so weak in your eyes.

your hand soiled with his cum doesn’t falter with the pase you’ve built up. fat tears stream down his rosy cheeks. he squirms pathetically, feeling your tongue slip past his lips as you roughly ravage his mouth.

his dick is bright red, the tip leaking with more precum as you quicken your pace. his breathes grow heavy and ragged as he cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “stop, it too much! ah!” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you feel his dick twitch between your fingers once more.

[whorerificstuff]

Humans are so weak, so fragile; Scaramouche hated that, and you, you were one of them. A painful reminder that your life is as fragile as a strand of rain. Quick, short, inconsequential...yet he ignored them, he ignored your humanly flaws and embraced all you could offer to him, welcomed and cherished everything that you have. All but except....

He was scared when you told him you were pregnant with his child. He wasn't ready he never was, really. But that soft look on your face and the soft blush spread across your cheeks when you told him you were carrying his child. You twiddling with your fingers expecting for a reply and that shy smile you gave him hoping he too was as elated as you. It made him think that maybe it wouldn't be too bad...as long as you're happy.

Oh how he wished he was wrong. He would rather have you miserable but alive. To have you with him. To selfishly have you.

One moment he was smiling holding the infant, the next his face was of distress as he hears the midwife calling out for your name, but you remained impassive and still.

The feeling was too familiar. That dreadful feeling.

You couldn't have?

Scaramouche did not dare finish the thought. He placed the infant on the futon, the baby, his newborn son wrapped in the softest of cloth in inazuma, was just a few feet away from where you laid, afraid at what he will witness would drop the baby. His hands were shaking, he was terrified, he didn't want to know why the midwife keeps calling your name, he didn't want to know why you aren't calling for him, to give you your child that you've been anticipating so much. He gulped, took a step away from the baby as he went close to you, every step was getting heavier and nauseating it made him seem like he was far away or maybe you're the one drifting away, away from him.

He looked at you. Your face looked as if you were having a peaceful slumber, even though your hair disheveled, even though some streaks of hair were sticking on your pale skin, even though you held no emotions in your soft features, as your eyes closed shut, you have always been a beauty even when you sleep. Even if you wear the ugliest of clothing, nothing could be on par or be compared to you. You jest that he was even more beautiful to which he protests.

He brushed his hand against your soft cheek. He noticed that the pink blush that was always so present on both your cheeks are slowly loosing its color.

You were just tired. Yes, you're just really tired.

That's what he thought.

You were screaming and crushing his hand during the whole labor, of course you're tired. Right? He tries to muse himself.

He could only hear the thunderous clap of the skies and the loud drops of rain as they fall on the shingles of the roof. Quite fitting with the trepidatious atmosphere. His eyes were staring at your unmoving form as if you were a doll; a lifeless thing. Your chest didnt have any motion that signifies you're breathing. He had seen many humans behave the same, but they were all lifeless.

Dead.

The midwife excused herself to give the family a moment, not before muttering a mournful sorry for the loss. To which Scaramouche scoffed, telling her you were just resting. The midwife gave him a pitiful look as she bowed and exits the room.

She doesn't know what she's talking about. You are fine.

He reached out for your hand intertwining them with yours. You used to have a habit of holding his hand in your sleep, he thought it was cute. He was hoping you would do the same thing like you usually do in your. He frowned when your hand remained limp, your fingers did not curl to lock with his and every passing minute he stood beside and held your hand, your body begins to grow cold. The warmth that he loves, the same he wish he could also give was beginning to vanish till he couldn't feel the warmth no more.

He felt something drip on the back of his hand, where he held yours, another drip and another and another, it went on.

He never realised he was crying until now.

He was crying. How pathetic. That's what he used to think but you changed that.

"Wake up" he said expecting for you to do so. But no, you remained laid on the futon.

"Open your eyes" still nothing.

That's when he begins to sob. The dreadful suffocating feeling he kept inside, freed. He was on his knees holding your hand to his cheek asking and begging for you to open your eyes to see your baby, that your baby wants to see you too. But your eyes remained closed.

The grief was infinitely unbearable, he was drowning in pitiful sorrow. You shouldn't be dead not too soon at least, you promised him to stay with him, you promised him that you'll follow wherever he goes, you promised him that you'll raise the child together.

The child

Scaramouche scurried to where the baby was. It was awfully silent. Too silent for his liking. He heaved a sigh when he saw the baby was just sleeping.

You wanted a baby, you wanted the baby, not him. He never wanted one to begin with. He went along with you cause you were so happy having it. If only he got rid of it before it developed inside your body, but you'll only hate him if he did so. The thought of having his baby made you elated and yearn for the day to meet them. But was it really all the worth losing your life? To not be able to see you?

Scaramouche cradled the baby in his arms. Amazed by how it slept after his father's wailing.

He took a good look at the baby. None of his features resembled you, the baby was the spitting image of his father. Scaramouche was saddened that not a single ounce of your identity were present on the baby.

Now that you're gone what was he going to do now? It was supposed to be the two of you. You and him were supposed to raise the baby together. Not just him he has no bit of idea how to raise a baby, it was all you. He doesn't even know if the baby was human or he be considered as a divine being or if he's going to live without a mother and a father who want nothing to do with the baby nor raise one.

At that he made a choice. Something a parent would never do to their child.

Scaramouche went to were you still laid dead, with a baby in his arms. He moved the fabric down to let the baby see you, his mother. Not that it's going to remember you.

"That's your mother. She's beautiful isn't she? She's the love of my life"

The baby let out a soft hmm as if answering his grieving father.

Another batch of tears decide to flow out of his eyes. Hugging the little baby and repeatedly apologising to him because of what his father is about to do, apologised to you of what he's going to do to your baby.

Scaramouche kissed your forehead,his tears dripped and falls delicately on your face. Saying his last goodbyes and I love yous to you.

Scaramouche wiped his tears while still holding the baby it coos while wriggling in its little cocoon blanket, slowly opening its eyes. He has the same purple eyes as his father. He laughed. Your baby doesn't resemble you at all. He could just imagine you getting upset.

Scaramouche's heart clenched. He wishes for you to, he wishes for you to get upset, that it wasn't fair your baby got all of his father's features and not his mother's. He wishes to see you holding your baby. He wishes for you to see you and him made something so beautiful, he wishes you weren't weak, He wishes you were still alive.

You would hate him for doing this, you will hate him for doing this. All those efforts you made to keep the baby growing inside you safe and healthy was all for nothing. He could see you crying for him to stop what he's doing but he didn't want to raise the baby. He was too damaged too broken hearted to raise a baby. He's not fit to be a father.

So instead, he gave him up to a young couple.

They were coincidentally had been trying to conceive a baby but that never came, the wife wanted a child as for the husband, he went and look for a child that could fill the whole in his wife's heart. But to no avail. Until that knock on their doorstep, and there were they met an eccentric fellow, whose eyes devoid of emotions, with him was a baby wrapped in a white blanket, enough to warm the infant. The young man did not say much but for the couple to raise the baby as their own to which they happily took.

Scaramouche bit his tongue, he already cried far too much. He can't cry now. It's too late for regrets, he had already given his son to the couple. With that he turned and left; not saying a word not even to his baby. Not even bothering to look back. To take one last look at the life you bore and grew to love, the life that also took yours.

The couple just watched his figure disappear until they closed the door and looked at the baby that blessed them. Flabbergasted they were to see such a beautiful baby boy. The baby that look quite too similar to that of the young man who bestowed them the little blessing.

Scaramouche was now out of sight from prying eyes. He had a clear view of the home of the couple where he left his son. A gentle wind decided to softly blow pass him. It felt soothing as if consoling him. Was it you? Do you forgive him for what he has done? Did he made the right choice?. He'll never know. He let out a whimper.

"I'm sorry, Y/n..I couldn't..I just couldn't... you're not here"

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This is not revised and is subject to changes in the future.

I wrote this while sleepy so I have no idea what's going with the flow of the story, grammar and choice of words🙇.

And I really apologize in advance if it's cringe it's my first time writing. Well I did wrote something 3 days ago(?) but it was more of a suggested plot than a story.

[pqndas]

“I hope that she looks at me and thinks, ‘shit, he is so pretty.’…”

Scara enthusiasts we should make out…*kazuha and Childe enthusiast*

warnings! : this is scara so 💀, cussing and a little degrading never hurt anybody, wounded!reader. Scara in denial about his feelings, angsty but sort of fluffy nonetheless! :] Also gn!reader ENJOYY! <33

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honsetly, sometimes scaramouche doesn’t know why he puts up with you.

Is what he claims, he truly doesn’t know why. however, a part of him really “tolerates” your behavior and existence, or in other words : he is used to having you around.

he would constantly complain about the ridiculous jokes you make and roll his eyes when you playfully wink at him, and when you ask “wait! Your face is so red!” He can feel his face heating up even more as he goes on to say “Can’t you see it’s really hot today? It’s from the weather!” Very defensively, that seems like a good logical reason to him! or it’s what he wants to believe, if there’s any emotion making him feel like this, it’s anger and frustration obviously!

And don’t get him started with how your eyes lit up at the fact he saved a spot next to him in a room full of people for you to sit, he claims that “you’d make a fool out of yourself without me.” But deep down he knew that he feels calmer when you are around, making sure you are safe with him.

Speaking of which, god forbid he ever finds out you’ve managed to injure yourself while out for a commission/mission, buckle up because he’s about to absolutely degrade and insult you for the next two hours as he tends your wounds, and as much as he sounds aggressive yet the way he cleans up the injury is so gentle and every time you make a noise of pain, he goes on to say “I’m almost done, hold still.” In a very demanding tone.

you don’t understand why he acts that way sometimes, it still leaves you shocked and to be quite honest, he doesn’t know either and his own behavior shocks him.

he doesn’t know why you come up in mind when he’s trying to go to sleep, and he certainly doesn’t understand why he cannot stop himself from imagining you being next to him, maybe even holding him and the way you would be so warm-

thud!

he throws his head on the pillow aggressively trying to get those dammed thoughts out of his head! He has work tomorrow early morning!

the short male sighs placing a hand on his chest where his heart would be, despite not having a heart..

he fell in love with you.

he’s just so in denial about it, he refuses to admit it and would never do, he refuses to admit how much your hands fit his so perfectly, and the fact he can see himself spending the rest of his life with you, if anything he cannot imagine what his life without you would be like.

he went on a two week long mission once and needless to say, he was miserable.

and as soon as his eyes spot yours after being gone for a while, he cannot help but feel this immense amount of warmth as you start to rant his ear off- god he missed it! His face remains annoyed yet his eyes hold a story of their own, nobody can really tell how his gaze softened as he watched you talk and gesture with your hands.

god you make him feel so many emotions all at once! It’s overwhelming! He lifts his hand up quickly squishing your cheeks aggressively together shutting you up, “you sure do talk a lot..”

back to the present, scaramouche lays on his back making a promise to himself.

he won’t be selfish, and he’ll make sure to keep you safe..and not lose you.

[yelshin]

♡ EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG !⠀

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An: guess whos back (i speed run my projects real) | Wc: 1k+

Tags: Scaramouche(Wanderer) taking care of kitten [Name], mentions of: Cyno, Kaveh, Al haitham, Tighnari Jealous Scaramouche maybe?, cursing

"You what?" Scaramouche glared too harsh on Albedo, "i said im gonna have to borrow [Name] for some test... Don't worry they won't leave you" an irk mark appeared on the wanderer's forehead while you sat beside Kaveh who's busy teasing you on how the wanderer is overprotective towards you

"Oh shut it Kaveh we're just 'friends' nothing much" Cyno suspiciously eyed you; lowkey wanna plant another joke. And Al haitham doesn't really care about what's happening i mean he has his own world over there, "So [Name] will you-"

"Absolutely not." Scaramouche hissed towards Albedo's offering, You heard Kaveh saying 'oohh~' which you quickly hit him with your book, 'theres no way they would go to dragonspine just to do the stupid experime-' "sure, ill go" "WAIT WHAT"

"Listen this will only happen once in the lifetime so ill grab this opportunity to go to Dragonspine" Scaramouche looked pissed-no annoyed, i mean he doesn't wanna control your decisions but what IF something happened to you? But its not like he would give a single care- okay maybe he does BUT a little because you're his friend aren't you?

"Fine. Better come back early, also wear this" he hands you a fluffy coat— that is probably the one he used back in his fatui days at Snezhnaya, the coat was rather big to your figure but you knew it could keep you warm when traveling Sumeru to Dragonspine

After days of travel you finally arrived at the cold place of Dragonspine, but wearing the coat that Scara gave you made you feel warm, stepping a foot on Albedo's laboratory you wander your eyes everywhere in the room; admiring.

"So [Name] for this ahem—test, you just needed to drink this potion, worry not it won't hurt you" sweating a little you nervously took the potion from Albedo's hands; gulping it down. It actually doesn't taste bad, but suddenly you felt like shrinking, but before you could ask Albedo what the hell is happening you heard

A meow instead.

Feeling your ears twitch you suddenly realized that—

Albedo had turned you into a cat.

trying to find an exit to the big coat, Albedo picked you up along with the coat, taking a closer examination to you he sighs while you worry that you might stay like this forever, "don't worry [Name] a few weeks or days you'll be normal again"

'FEW WEEKS?!' you let out a loud meow but Albedo can read it on your face, he let out a light chuckle and place you on the table "don't worry, im sure the others will be..glad if they see you in this state"

'yeah except the fact someone will kill you once you go back to Sumeru.' "Haha well let's just hope i won't die yet"

"YOU FUCKING WHAT?!" Scaramouche gripped on Albedo's collars tightly while shaking him; on the other hand Kaveh are busy petting your hand while Cyno being Cyno,, making jokes as usual...

"Is there any paw-sible way [Name] could go back to their normal state?" Tighnari look so done at Cyno, "please for the love of God's please stop..."

"Well few weeks they will turn back to normal again...i guess" "WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN I GUESS??" After very VERY long commotion between Scaramouche and Albedo, here you are. Sitting on his lap, i mean who could ignore your cuteness? You remind him of his cat-self once

"Can we borrow them now—" "No." Scaramouche's face turned sour when Kaveh's trying his very best to borrow you from him, which will always be unsuccessful.

And the rest of your kitten days all you ever see is Scaramouche having you on his lap everytime

He feeds you normal food with the help of Nahida

When he's going somewhere Nahida will take care of you while your friends took this chance to take you somewhere

We dont talk about what happened to Albedo. No.

And if he's on mood he would put you on his shoulder/or on top of his hat while he's chilling,

Secretly likes cuddling with you while sleeping- you knew that he like you, he just dont wanna admit it but not like you will force him tho

An: planning to change the discords server theme to Kokomi,, and STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BCS OF SCHOOL SHI. And scarameow series will be hiatus for now, thats all thank you!

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hey! idk if you're taking requests rn but is it possible for you to make an hc of scara on how he'll react to thick thighs and reader working out/training 🤭

- ⚜️ anon

hello, ⚜️ anon! and sure thing! pardon my writing, though. this is my first time writing after a while so i think i'm a bit rusty.

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scaramouche eyes linger on your ass whenever you try squatting. your figure-hugging pants doesn't help him be restrained, his hands itching to rip that leggings to shred just so he can touch your skin.

scaramouche can't help but be hard whenever you spot for him, his eyes focused on your crotch as you help him with bench presses.

scaramouche uses his position as your spotter to be close to you as you do some barbell squat reps. he also "accidentally" presses his aching hard-on on your ass without you knowing.

scaramouche purposefully lacks soap and shampoo to use after gym sessions so he asks you for some just so he can smell just like you.

scaramouche, after lusting over you, finally gets to slip his aching cock in your hole during your shower time, whispering into your ear that he's been waiting and wanting this for so long.

scaramouche now shamelessly asks you to sit on his face when you guys are alone inside a rented room, making you moan loudly while he relished on your plush thighs squeezing on his cheeks as he licks and fingers your still sore entrance.

scaramouche now gently squeezes your thigh as he puts you in a mating press on the bench, plowing into your cream-filled hole with a sigh while you spasm from aftershocks due to your recent orgasm.

scaramouche teases you, saying he's training your endurance as he edges you again, his fingers slipping out of your twitching walls and making you cry.

[cherieiu]

HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU !

pairing. wanderer x gn!reader

sypn. he's smitten, so much that everything in his world will be for you.

eternal serenity, the rest of his life spent basking in the warmth of winter's apricity, in dewy grass flourishing, in the crumpled orange leaves which crunch under his sandals and in the heat of the sun enveloping him. the original routine he set for himself, the wanderer, until you wormed yourself into his heart. he'd prefer to think of it as a disruption but really, in the depths of his heart, he believes you're a blessing in the cursed life of immortality.

now, his routine is revolved around you. you want to visit that new cafe in fontaine? he'll already be walking his way towards the city with you clinging on his back. you also want to go to liyue for the famous storyteller? it's not much of a walk anyway, might as well visit that.

kunikuzushi doesn't know it, but every decision of his is influenced by you. he'll gladly give up his plans (although his expression remains a scorn) for you to enjoy every moment by his side. one day, he wants to look back on all the cherished memories you made together while watching the sunset, your hand in his.

© cherieiu 2024 - do not steal or translate

reblogs are very appreciated!!

[m1d-45]

I just used all my saved primogems on wanderer's banner and he still didnt come home 😭

Can I request a small sagau fic about him for comfort

rest

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: dialogue heavy reader, no spoilers though

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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your door was creaky. another thing to fix.

“why are you awake?”

but at least your wanderer was back.

you sit up from where you’re laying on the couch, taking a breath to clear your expression before turning to watch him come in. he shuts the door quietly despite the permanently sour look on his face, taking off his hat.

“welcome back. how was school?”

he made a face and you laughed, waving him over to join you. though he did walk closer, he merely crossed his arms and stood at the end of the couch. still, his voice wasn’t nearly as harsh as it could have been, “why do you insist on saying it like that?”

“the akademiya is a school, right?”

he stares, and you smile. it’s clear he doesn’t have an argument.

“i’m a professor.”

“you’re still going to school.”

“why are you upset?”

your smile slips. were you that transparent? “nothing for you to worry about. uh, you said you would be collecting draft essays today, right? how’d that go?”

his face shifts, softening just slightly around the edges. his hands fall, one propping on his side instead. “don’t change the subject.”

you could make a joke, but you’re too tired to try. the brief banter had given you some energy, but now…

you sigh, looking down to the discarded papers on the coffee table. letters, mostly, but a few diagrams you were supposed to look over. plans for a festival, a new shrine (how many did teyvat need?), the nth invitation to a lunch or event or whatever was going on that hour. you were honestly getting a headache before he showed up, and that wasn’t even addressing the other issues not on paper. “even gods can’t escape paperwork.”

he pulls all the papers—there’s a few not even taken from their envelopes yet, how did that happen—into a pile near the edge of the table, then sits beside you. he picks up a paper and skims it, then puts it to the side. “why are you handling this? shouldn’t someone else?”

you lean on his shoulder, watching as he begins to sort all the papers into two piles. you can’t pick out whatever pattern he’s using: some he lingers on for a few seconds, some he tosses in an instant. “they were addressed to me.”

“so? you don’t have to personally respond to every piece of fanmail.” he tosses one envelope into the second, larger pile with more force than the others. “it’s ridiculous. you should know better than to try and do all of this yourself.”

he’s probably right. as prickly as he can be, nine out of ten he at least had a good idea on how to approach an issue. he’d even clocked that you were stressed despite the fact that there was no was he could have seen your expression from the door.. though that may have something to do with your inability to hide your exhaustion when you turned.

“there.” he sets a final paper in the first, much smaller pile, then taps it into a neater stack. “this are the things that actually require your attention. don’t waste your time with things that don’t matter.”

“what about the other pile?”

“they don’t matter.”

“that’s rude.”

“it’s true. i can tell you’re tired already-“ damn, you didn’t want to worry him “-and i can guarantee most problems people have faced you with are better handled by others.”

“dear…”

“i’m serious.” he picks up the larger second pile, arranging them into a neater stack. “what do you have to do? name them.”

“theres a merchant in liyue-“

“that can be handled by the ministry of civil affairs.” he sets the pile down, leaning back. “what else?”

“an outbreak in mondstat-“

“knights of favonius’ problem.”

“a few rogues in sumeru have been defacing my statues.”

he paused, and you adjusted your position, leaning your back against him instead. he lifted his arm and put it across your chest, and when he spoke it was much softer. “still better handled by the mahamatra. if you aren’t directly involved, there’s no need to worry about them.”

“but they’re asking for help…”

“they’re asking the wrong person. trust me, you’re above them and their petty squabbles. in fact.. you should take a nap.”

“what?”

he moved toward the end of the couch, laying your head in his lap. “take a nap. or just lie down, i don’t care. relax for a bit. these people have given you too much stress already, it’s better if you didn’t waste any more energy on them.”

he was looking away, still obviously trying to keep up the image of indifference, but you could still spot the cracks. his hand still stayed on your shoulder, tracing random shapes across your shirt, and he didn’t say anything snarky when you put your own hand over his.

he cared for you, just as you cared for him. he cared enough that he’d remind you not to worry about unnecessary things, that he’d physically put himself between you and whatever problem the world demanded you face, even though on the surface it wouldn’t seem like he viewed you with anything less than distaste.

well, to others it was a conundrum. to you it was pretty clear, as who else would he sit with like this? he regularly ranted on about those who attended his lectures, still dismissed the words of mahamatra, still ignored most other authorities save for possibly nahida. but for you, he’d sort through your paperwork and have you sleep where he could ensure you did… he was sweet like that.

you smiled. “you’re adorable.”

“i am not.”

[ventismacchiato]

32 just playing the part — curbside confessions !

scaramouche x g!n reader

“Hey,” you greet, situating yourself next to Scara on the curb right outside the bustling bar Childe rented. The music leaked out so the low thrumming of the bass surrounded you as he gave you a nod.

“The show went well, right?” he hums.

“Yeah, your mom even witnessed it,” you say.

“You know who my mom is?” he questions.

“See…that’s what I wanted to tell you,” you hastily start, “I sort of sent her an email asking her to come.”

Scaramouche doesn’t immediately reply, nodding his head and tilting the beer can down his lips. His gaze was distant as you both sit in silence.

“Didn’t know it would take a friend to get her to come see me,” he states, placing the now empty beer can on the sidewalk.

“Are you upset?” you tentatively ask.

“No,” he sighs, “I’m just surprised you’d go to that length for me. She said she’s going to let me pursue acting because of you.”

“So, I did good?”

He chuckles, “Yeah, you did good.”

You let out a sign of relief, “Good, I was scared you were going to blow up on me.”

“I wouldn’t do that…well to you at least.”

You hide the heat of your cheeks, shaking the Kuromi bouquet right next to his face, “Look what I got today!”

He raises his brow and looks over to you, “You like it?”

“Yeah, but I wish I knew who got it for me. It’s adorable.”

He stares at you, lips in a thin line for a mere minute before he looks at you with the most quizzical stare.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

You laugh, shrugging, “It’s a mystery I guess.”

He lets out a frustrated growl before snatching the bouquet from you, causing you to put your palms up against him in defense stance.

“If you wanted it that bad you just had to ask…” you murmur as Scaramouche digs through the bouquet, pulling out something tucked behind the Kuromi plush.

“Here’s the card,” he grumbles, handing the bouquet and card back to you, making a move to grab his discarded beer can and get up. Before he can make a getaway though you grab the hem of his sweatshirt, a sly smirk on your face as you wave the card in front of him.

“It’s from you?”

“Obviously, idiot. But I don’t want to be here when you read it,” he mumbles, trying to pull his hand away from you as you fumble your way into opening the card with your one free hand.

He begrudgingly sits back down as your tear the card open.

“You know how aggravating it was waiting all day for you to bring it up only to find out you were too dense to even find the card?”

“Did you want me to thank you that badly?” you laugh, eyes glazing over the card before realizing the actual message.

“Oh.”

Oh.

Scaramouche doesn’t reply, staring down into the gravel of the parking lot as you let a smile grow on your face beside him.

“You…like me? Like…romantically?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not repeating it.”

You nudge him with your shoulder, “This card is real emotional for someone as grim as you.”

“Shut up.”

“I think I have feelings for you, Y/N!” you repeat, reading off his words as you tease him.

“I will tear that card to shreds.”

“I’m keeping this forever.”

“So, you feel the same thing?” he asks, averting eye contact with you.

“Let me think about it?” you tease, hiding half your face with your card, “I guess I do. And you do too? For real?”

“Would I do this to someone I don’t like?”

Scaramouche takes the card away so he can access your face, his hand coming up to stroke your jaw. Your watching his face and can’t imagine looking at anything other than Scaramouche right then. His expression goes soft before he leans in, his lips on yours.

You feel yourself instinctively drop the bouquet beside you as you feel your palm’s way to the backside of his neck, tugging him in closer. You feel him smile into the kiss, hand slipping underneath your sweatshirt to caress your skin. His palm is cold from holding a frigid can of beer all night but it brings you a feeling of content. You felt yourself going dizzy from glee.

He tastes even better when neither of you were acting.

just playing the part !

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ppl kept asking what everyone’s reaction to them kissing on stage was…it’s the same reaction that you all probably had: flustered and slightly turned on

yes that’s jungkook in the pic 🐺 i have a crush on him

synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

author’s notes: EVERYONE CHEER THEY FINALLY DID IT! DONT ASK ME FOR UPDATES I WILL CRY 😐 feeling pretty meh rn

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Kalm Dottore

Hoyo really likes that perspective for him

?????? Why is he there, i thought he's inside the machine

The way he looks down on us THOO SUSFIQBWJA okay ill stop

God damn my half assed Zhongli build can't protect me from that 💀 plus ill let it step me Anyways

[koiir]

Seasons

— The grieving of missing him has been hard, although it only get worse when you hear the reason he hasn’t been contacting you. — inspired by wave to earth’s seasons and inspired by 20th century girl

Pairing; Scaramouche x gn!reader

Genre; angst without comfort, Bittersweet ending??

Cw; 2.8k words, crying, not proofread, death of character

Oh my life is falling apart

“You’ll come back, right?” Your voice low as a whisper, the pain ruining you all over again. He held you tight, his own eyes red from all the crying.

“I promise, I’ll come back.” Scaramouche looked at you, a weak smile on his face trying to be strong for you. You two stood, awaiting for the moment in where he would leave. Others waiting for the train to come.

“Hey, take care of yourself alright? I love you.” His words stung your heart, your lips trembling trying so hard to not let the tears fall once more.

You couldn’t help but just stay silent, your emotions being enough to let him know how you felt. The train could be heard, the thing you deemed a nightmare now becoming reality.

“I love you scara, stay in contact… please” he couldn’t imagine leaving you without contact, he made an oath to himself that he would contact you everyday. He couldn’t bear the thought that soon he would no longer be able to see your face again, so the least he could do is contact you even if he couldn’t see your face—to ease the longing ache in his heart.

The doors to the train opened, his fingers slipping away from yours. A part of you would be taken with him.

“I love you [name],” he said as he disconnected your fingers. His voice loud enough for you to hear, a smile that was only a facade hoping he could comfort you somehow.

You started to choke on your sobs, mumbling an “I love you,” to him in hopes he would hear.

“Huh? I can’t hear you!” You couldn’t help but look up at him with a face of mixed emotions, his teasing never once faltering.

“I said… I love you!” The train now stood behind him, the doors opening for him to enter. You tried to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss the view you would no longer be able to see anymore.

Scaramouche turned around, finally entering the train he waved to you. The doors not yet closing, so you tried to compose yourself. For him. But you couldn’t, raising you hand to wave back as he smiled while you cried.

The doors closed, and finally being able to let out what he’s had bottled up, Scaramouche lets himself cry and he’s able to voice out the pain he feels.

As the train starts to leave, he looks out the window. Only for him to become surprised with you running after the train, looking at him outside of the window. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you deal with the pain of him leaving.

He chokes on his sobs, wanting to look away so he can ease the pain. But he can’t, not when this is the last time he’ll see you in a while.

Yet Scaramouche promised you, he promised he would come back. You just had to wait.

That’s what you told yourself as the train was no longer in view, the tears never stopping as you clenched your fist. Your life feels as it fell apart seeing him go.

Maybe no one will notice if I disappear

Things should have gone smoothly, he hoped for that at least. Only feeling happiness in his heart, Scaramouche fulfilled him promise. The one in which he promised he would come back.

The plane ride back to the place he once hated now become a place he hoped to stay in. All because of you. He remembered when he first went to Inuzuma, even though he was born there he left later. Only for him to return just two years ago when he met you.

He hated Inuzuma, it reminded him of the past he wished he could forget. But then you came into his life, crawling into his heart after tearing down the walls he built around himself.

You were the first who he could trust himself with, the one who wouldn’t betray him. But he would betray you.

Just a couple hours before, he sent you an email wishing you a happy new year. Due to different time zones you still weren’t in the new year, so he wanted to surprise you by celebrating the new year with you.

Maybe he would be a little bit late, but still able to be with you. Hoping to celebrate together.

But things seem to never go his way, because he no longer would be given the chance to celebrate with you. The chance being taken away from him in a flash—yet the ending was long as the only thing he could think of was you.

Would he make it? Would he survive?

All the thoughts spiraled until the incident took his life away, without you knowing.

But I’ll pray for you, all the time

The awaited countdown happened, starting from ten. Your hurried over to your desktop, the smile on your face proof of your excitement. Logging into the site, you found the email that awaited you. The last one that you would ever have from him.

You opened it, the smile wide as you read what he had written you. You made sure not to open it when he sent it, since he would want for you to wait until it was New years for you.

Finally reading it all, you saw the last words written. “Call me once it’s new years, okay?”

Quickly getting up, you left your home as your family was celebrating the new year. You found the nearest telephone, placing the coins with anticipation.

You waited, the seconds passing by like hours. You tapped your feet, hoping soon he would pick up and call you back. He always kept his promises.

Only for the call to never enter. You sighed, yet maybe he was busy. You placed more coins into the slot, hoping that maybe he would call back. But the call never came, no matter how long you waited you couldn’t get a call back from him.

You started to feel defeated, but you had one chance left. You prayed that he would pick up, placing the last coin you had into the slot. All your hope in that coin.

One, two, three. The audio telling you the number you were calling is not available and you should try another time, you tried. No matter what you didn’t give up, but that was the final coin.

You couldn’t shake the feeling off, wondering if something had happen. Does he have plans and couldn’t pick up? That probably was the answer, just like every one else he would be spending time celebrating the new year. But he told you he would answer, and Scaramouche always kept his word. Always.

No matter what, he would always answer your calls the first time. It was rare for him to answer on the second try, but you tried to push away your thoughts. Feeing a wave a sadness over come you.

And so you tried the next day, but with no luck the call never came in. Neither did the emails. You sent them, hoping maybe he was waiting for you—but even then you would get nothing. It’s like he had disappeared.

You tried to keep hope, but that would be stupid. This wasn’t like him to not answer, even after a day. You tried, so hard to continue checking up on the emails. Yet time will change, and so will you.

It caused your heart sorrow to look at the email from months ago, the one he wished you a happy new year. You wanted to wait for him, but the pain it caused you made you want to die.

Eventually, you stopped checking on your desktop altogether. The time for college we approaching, a new start. You couldn’t deny the ache in your heart though, whenever you saw students working with the camera. Taking photos of the beautiful scenery, an art of a kind. Yet it reminded you so much of him.

Everyone around you was changing, and you hoped you could. But the grieving never went away, it’s like he never fully left your mind. He never left your heart. The uncertainty of the situation made you want to crumble and cry, wishing you could have some sort of explanation.

Did he not want this anymore? Did he not want you anymore?

Time passed, until your first year of college ended and soon you would enter the second year. You worked so you could forgot, cause it seems like everything reminded you of him. But you somehow convinced yourself you were over it, over him.

That led to you being taken out on a blind date, one your friends had planned with someone in a class you had. So not exactly a blind date, since you knew of them somehow but you never knew anything else about said person.

You looked in the mirror, reflecting back on your feelings about the date. You couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited, getting ready being a part of that. But then you wondered, what if he’s doing this with someone else? Going on dates with someone else? Someone that isn’t you.

You felt nostalgic as you recalled the time Scaramouche first asked you out, a simple fruit picking. The fruit tree he planted when coming back to Inuzuma, it not fully grown with the fruits waiting to be picked.

You remember you two laughing as the apple hit your head, then remembering what happened before e that. He had leaned in for a kiss.

The memories seemed to bring back the sadness from the past, the one you hoped you could forget.

Tears started to well in your eyes, but you fluttered your eye lids to get rid of them. You had a date in a couple minutes, you can’t be crying over someone who ghosted you.

That’s what you wanted to believe. That answer being the only way for you to move on.

If I could be by your side / I’ll give you all my life, my seasons

The date started and you couldn’t lie, it was pretty awkward. Not necessarily the other party’s fault, but you two had just met. You two introduced yourselves and talked for a bit.

It wasn’t until they mentioned something that would cause you to break down.

“Yeah actually… my brother went to liyue to study. He says he likes it there, pretty cites, pretty everything.”

It was so stupid, that fact that a nation being mentioned could bring you down to your knees. When hearing it, you could only think of Scaramouche and how he had left to liyue.

You stared, mouth agape trying to control your mind. But your emotions always got the best of you. You only thought of him, him, him,him. Curse Scaramouche for being the only thing you can think of.

Your lip started to tremble, and then came the tears. And then the sobbing. It was a blur, all you knew was the looks from onlookers and your date trying to conceal you.

You left a bit after that, pacing to no destination in mind. Until you saw the telephone line. You opened the door to it, and looked for any, if any coins. You placed the ones you had, dialing the same number that you had memorized.

You sobbed, crying in agony knowing that it was hopeless. Yet the memories flooded and caused you to break down, maybe this could bring some comfort.

Sorry this number is no longer available. Those words stung, it made you realize that Scaramouche no longer had that as his number. Why? Did he just forget about everything and try to create something new?

It seemed like you gave it your all, and in a way you did. You wished you could go back, fix things if possible. You would do anything for him. Anything for him to be back to you. You would give him everything.

Slamming the phone back into the slot, you let out a scream of pain. Leaving the telephone as it fell from the impact of the door being slammed.

That would be the last time you tried for him.

While the leaves withered away and grew again

Life seems to change for you, as it will when you grow older. Your final and last year, and then you would enter a new life. Start a career for yourself, start a new life.

It began to be a normal thing now, having to open your laptop incase of any new emails. Just like seasons, they pass but leave an impact. Just like he did.

An email caught your eye, an invitation to a new exhibit that was opening. The name also caught your eye, that name belonged to a friend of his. Kaedehara Kazuha.

You have gone far away

The exhibit was large, a huge accomplishment for someone of your age. The scenic route held flowers, all of the same. Lavender, in a way it reminded you of him. Seems after all this time you still compare everything to him.

You couldn’t help but feel like the whole exhibit was dedicated to something, someone. The art in show was not painted but rather scenic videos caught on clip. The clips telling a story, the beauty captivating one to continue watching until the end.

The large screen covered the whole wall, the last scene being the final until it would play over again. The view of a grassland, a single tree in view. And a date, with a name.

You moved closer to the screen, reading the words next to the tree. For once you wished you could be dreaming. The words revealed the reality you never would know, not until today.

The date of his birth, and the date of his death.

For the first time in the past years, you thought you could live life with the heartache you faced of Scaramouche leaving you, but this made you realize that no matter what you will always think of him. How things could have been different. A new fact now know to you, he never ghosted you.

Because the date of his death was on the year of the new year, the one in which you thought you could celebrate with him—even if miles away.

“The happiest moments in Scara’s life was when he was with you.”

Those words kept you in thought, the words his best friend Kazuha had told you as you left the exhibit. You gripped the film tight, as he told you it was something Scaramouche had made. In hopes that he would be able to show you when he saw again, when he was suppose to see you for the new year.

Kazuha had informed you of what had happened, the truth of what had happened to him. Why he never contacted you, all because he was longer living.

You felt foolish for believing that he was ghost you, leave you with nothing. But you wish that could be reality, and that everything else could be a dream.

By your side, I’ll be your seasons

The door opened to your childhood home, the comfort was what you needed as you went into the living room.

You saw the cd player that was connected to the tv, fixing it to make sure it worked so the film could start to play.

It was not what you excepted, a gasp of shock coming out of your mouth. The clips being of your last year in high school, the clips Scaramouche himself had filmed of you.

Each clip brought a new memory back, the ones in which brought back sadness, happiness, and overall nostalgia. Your eyes stayed glued to the screen, your eyes started to tear up watching the film.

The fact that he had filmed all of these clips of you, in hopes he could show you one day. It made you wish you could hold him, just like the day he left.

As all the clips played, the last clip was not of you but of him. The background resembled the grassland in the exhibit. Only difference was the fact that he was still alive when he filmed it.

You watched the clip of Scaramouche fixing the camera, and then specking into it.

“I… I want to see you in the new year [name]. And for that to happen, I’ll come back to you. Just like I promised.”

Your face now puffy from all the crying, holding your mouth to contain the sobs wishing to be let out.

But for once, instead of feeling no sense of happiness, you smiled at the screen. He was doing it, so you did too.

You loved him, so much. It hurts so much that he died on his way to see you, but in the end he still tried to fulfill his promise. He always tried when it came to you.

“I love you Scaramouche.”

My love.

[yanyanfeii]

tending to his wounds

cw: spoilers for dendro archon quest, scaramouche real name, sub scaramouche, dom gn reader, scara receiving, NSFW BELOW!!!

synopsis: you recuse him after the fall, healing his wounds and tending to his other desires ;)

you watch as the “false god” falls quickly from his broken creation. stripped of his gnosis, his heart, he closed his eyes in defeat as he accepted the idea of death. the stone beneath him clouds in smoke as he hits the ground, to his surpise he remains concious, alive. he curses the fact not even death would welcome him. 

you quickly ran over to the ruble, tearing past the travler who stood shoked as Nahida outstreched her arm to stop them from chasing after you. You pant heavily, hands grabbing at the broken stones, throwing them aside as you desperately search for him. you feel a sense of urgency, you had met him before he turned, before he came a shell of himself. your hands ached as the sharp cold tile scraped and tore at your flesh. 

soft breathes moves the gravel from his chest, you lifted up a larger piece of the debre, reviling the one known as kunikuzushi. his eyes were halflidded, staring up, icy and cold. your hand out streched and tugged on his arm. like a puppet he motionless gave into your strenth, sitting up ,head hanging low. “Kunikuzushi.” you utter in fear. you had never seen him like this, a complete devoid of life. “what.” he rasped lowly, it was soft like a whisper on the wind but as heartless as the stone surronding him. you bit your lip, watching his unmoving body. “are you okay?” a stupid question really, but nothing else came to mind that sounded right. 

he laughed airily, though it didnt spring from happiness. the type of laugh that dances the line of insanity from pain. “am i alright?” he repeats almost mockingly, even in such a state he still had the energy to be sarcastic. “im wonderful, stripped of my heart, denied my one true purpose. why would i not be alright.” his shoulders draw up and he shakes his head ever so slightly. your growing frown deepens, your hand reaching out to place itself on top of his hand. he stiffens, eyes darting up to find yours. “what the hell do you think youre doing?” you muster up a smile. “laughing at my defeat? came to rub it in, throw me in a cell? do your worst.” his vocie is laced with venom as his violet eyes darken.

you shake your head. “i was trying to be a friend.” his eyes widen. “a friend? how huomorous.” your brows furrow in mild frustration, he wasnt making this easy. you move closer, sitting down beside him and like a snake he practically recoils away. “i want to help you, you know.” he makes ‘tch’ sound looking up at his broken robot. “i dont need it.” 

all of a sudden his head feels heavy, the room feels like its spinning.. maybe the effects of the fall took awhile to sink in. Scaramouche finds himself groaning softly in pain. ‘i am a weakling’ he repeats in his mind, hand drawing up to craddle his aching head. His back aches where the break from the tubes were left, death would be a releif. his distress does not go unnoticed and you quickly hold him up in support. the purple haired man huffed in protest, too weak to protest. 

your arms slowly wrap around his frail body and you pull him closer top your chest. his attempts to escape you are short. you close your eyes placing your hands on his back begining to heal his wounds. not many people knew you as a healer, something you didnt tend to share. but in this moment you could tell just how much he needed this. slowly the ache starts to lesson, his body warms at your healing touch. his breathing grows more steady as he rests his head on your shoulder and gives in to your touch. 

you smile softly as you can almost feel life returning to his body. melting into your touch like puty. the feeling of another touch, a soft touch filled with care was something unfamiliar and like a drug he couldnt get enough. he sighed deeply nuzzling into your embrace.

you pulled back slightly to get a better view of the man before you, the look in his eyes was pitiful. you leaned in pressing your lips against his, he may not remember you but you remember him. this, something you only dreamed of doing, now realizing how close knocked you threw your inhibitions aside. his eyes flew open, face blooming red as his hands weakly place on your shoulders in a attempt to push you off.

your hand cups his cheek as you press your tongue past his lips, forcing it into his mouth. he whimpers, letting his eyes fall closed. his brows furrow as your other hand tenderly trails down his chest going lower and lower. he shivers against your touch as you pull him closer. your tongues swirl together as you devore his baited breathes. “st-stop.” Kuni moans against your lips, head tilting back, your hand gently rubbing at the fabric of his pants.

his pleas fall on deaf ears, and you feel him grow harder under your fingertips. “they’re gonna hea-hear.” he groans, your hand slipping under the waistband of his shorts, fingers brushing against his pulsing cock.

you loved the sinful sounds that crawled out of his throat, the power he gave you. your hand gently stroked his dick, feeling the warmth of precum fill your palm. his breaths catch in his lungs, biting his lip in a feeble attempt to conceal his moans. “does it feel good?” you tease, voice laced with honey as you nibble on the shell of his flushed ear.

he quickly nods, brows furrowed and hair sticking to his forehead. you take his dick between your hand, rubbing his slit with your thumb. chocking out a moan his hips buck upwards, and his shaking hands grab your face pulling you against his lips. your face flushes at the unexpected forwardness, you feel your legs clench together.

you breath out a moan against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip delicately. your hand moves faster, pumping his cock with rhythmic pase. he cries into your mouth, hips shuttering as he continues to buck into your hand like a dog in heat. “please don’t stop!” you smirk against his lips, hand clenching around the base of his dick.

feeling it twitch in your hand, dripping with precum. he lets out another loud moan, pushing up against you as he comes. your hand continues to caress him, coaxing him through his orgasm. his utters breathless moans, falling forward against your body.

his head on your shoulder, he pants. your hand pulls out from his shorts, and you stare at the mess of cum coating your fingers. you kiss the top of his head. “you did so good.” you praise hearing him sigh happily against your neck.

scooping him up in your arms, you flee the scene. no doubt the traveler heard all that and was just to stunned to do anything. ;)

an: not proofread, hope it’s alright🤍