#wanderer one shot

[sakxramxlkii]

WANDERER MISSES YOU - ONESHOT PT. 1

Prompt mildly Inspired by @Trixie_Rizz

PROMPT : Wanderer is a little tsundere (he's still dom tho), he just misses you, ANGST?, NOT THE TRAVELER'S POV

WARNINGS: Pretty much none

You met Wanderer when he was still cold and hated being around anyone. You had always stuck around him, and he had always found it irritating that you did. However one hangout eventually led to travelling all of Sumeru together, mainly particularly the rainforest. You had both gone on adventures together, taking up side quests from people that you mainly obliged and he didn't. He always just did something else while you helped someone with their issues.

As time went by however, he gradually began growing a liking to you, which eventually led to feelings and a jumble of struggles to confess his feelings towards you. When he did, a relief was washed through him knowing that you had felt the same way. That was the day you both began travelling together with a deeper bond, as lovers.

You had grew up in Inazuma for practically your whole life and your trip in Sumeru had come to a stop. You were having so much fun with your boyfriend that you forgot that it was all just a trip. You both feared that this relationship wouldn't last and that the trip ending would put an end to continue it.

Wanderer didn't wanna go to Inazuma with you, he hated that nation due to it being ran over by his own mother. The region gives him horrifying memories of his deeds and betrayals. He didn't wanna go nor did he want YOU to go. It saddened him that you were only in Sumeru for a trip, he'd much rather lie in comforts with you while talking to his pseudo sister, Nahida right now.

So there you were, luggage and ticket in hand while the sound of trains rang. Wanderer looked away, he often acted cold towards this relationship but you knew deep down he cared. His emotions spiralled in him as if you were making a cocktail of his emotions, he was glad you get to see your family again, he may be blunt with his words but he will always love you. At the same time however, he had grown such a deep bond with you, combining this with his abandonment issues, he felt betrayed, almost as if he was gonna cry in public and spoil his pride.

Lips quivering, "Tch. Do you seriously have to go? I mean, i'm certain this trip was far better than that trashy wasteland labelled as a region." "Yes I do, Wanderer. I'll be back to visit i promise." He bit back a few tears, and to your surprise, he hugged you. "If you leave me, i'm hunting you down and killing you." He spoke nonchalantly to which you chuckled to. "You'll come back, won't you?" "I will, i promise, i'll write to you every single week as well." "Whatever."

THERE WILL BE A PART 2 I PROMISEEEEE. I HAVE EVERYTHING PLANNED. anyway pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me some oneshot requests to write. (I will only write for reader x genshin men)

[dottoresdiscordkitten69]

His Favorite...

WARNINGS: LORD/SERVANT RELATIONSHIP, MENTIONED EIMIKO, NSFW, PWP

WORDS: 1.2K

Carrying a tray into the room, you sat it down on a nearby nightstand and hovered over Kuni’s body. He was stubborn, always trying to sleep in when he knew it would be either Miko dragging him to come fulfill duties with his mother, or the more desirable option, you.

He wants you to come and wake him up in the mornings. He wants to feel your gentle shakes and those fingers fixing his hair so he can wake up and see your face looking down at him. He wants to feel your nails gently scratch his head as you call out to him with that voice of yours he finds himself stopping to listen to. Even if Miko has him in a headlock, he’s not budging til he hears you ask him to do it, with that teasing tone you have as you–

Was that tea being poured? His eyes opened from the sound, he saw you there, hair slightly disheveled as you bent over slightly to pour tea. Your casual attire was draped over a large warm scarf you could honestly use as a weirdly shaped blanket if you wanted too, it was common to see you wear extra layers while in his room though, due to how cold he preferred the temperature. When you heard the shifting of sheets and blankets, you peered over your shoulder, “Hm? Sorry, did I wake you…?”

The young man shook his head. “No… That’s what you’re supposed to do…Though..” He cracked his fingers as he stretched. “Why are you making tea so early, shouldn’t you wait til lunch or…” He dragged on the ‘or’ waiting for you to respond. Though all you did was shake your head, “Not today, Lady Yae told me you could have off today, as she was having problems and needed to see Lord Shogun…” You stood there for a minute with your pointer on your chin, trying to figure out what she may have needed, quickly breaking out of your trance with a thump from the room above you.

Which just so happened to be the Shogun’s room.

Kunikuzushi waved his hand, “Don’t mind that.” His face looked slightly disgusted, he then shook his head and outstretched his arms. “Forget about the tea, come here.” He said in a monotone voice, his fingers stretched outwards as well, showing his desperation for the moment he was so craving. Setting down the tea pot, you smiled and removed the scarf, placing it on a nearby chair as you walked towards him. Once you got close enough, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close to him.

With some scrambling and a minute later, your body straddled his waist, rocking back and forth on it with your thighs on either side. “Is this how you want to spend your day off..?” You asked, laughing slightly as his hands continued caressing your hips. “Everyday is a day off for me if I complain enough.” The man quickly snapped back, looking up at you and that slightly smug smile you had adorning your lips.

You knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

He was always so needy, from that first time he expressed his want and need for you. He looked forward to those kisses in the morning or those small promises you gave him whenever he gave Miko or Raiden a hard time. He was a grown man who threw child-like tantrums, gaining this mentality when Ei set him free, but quickly reeled him back in when she found what had happened in the time he had left her eyes. She pampered and smothered him, not wanting him to feel unloved again, he didn’t care much til Miko introduced you three years ago.

Just like his mother, Kunikuzushi got his own fox envoy to toy with. Though you were oh so much calmer… Just what he needed to directly contradict his personality, now here you were. Door locked and your needy lord with his face stuffed between your chest and he desperately suckled on your skin, trying his best to make marks and claim you as his so everyone else knew to stay away.

The childish puppet couldn’t get enough of how your fingers caressed his cheeks, bringing his pouting lips away from your face. Lowering your own and pressing a soft kiss onto them, peppering his face with them until he suddenly pulled away and lifted up your shirt a bit, biting and nipping on the skin underneath. Surprised squeaks and squeals left your mouth as he started this, though it didn’t surprise you much as you knew he desired to be as close to you as possible.

Pulling back, he wrapped his hands around both of your thighs, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t want you leaving this bed today, it’s my day off anyways, not yours.” That smug smirk crept onto his lips for a moment, it probably lasted longer but you really couldn’t tell since he shifted your body up, core just over his face. He nuzzled his nose right onto it as well, tongue pressing against that wet spot you couldn’t hide no matter what. “Let me have a taste…” His hot breath moistened the area, making your thighs clamp around his face. “Your lord demands it…”

Letting out a breathy sigh, you swallowed, knowing you were going to have to prepare yourself to keep quiet if you didn’t want Miko to give you an earful tomorrow. “Of course, my lord deserves it…” You caressed his hair, “Don’t get carried away, who else is going to wake you up tomorrow?” You caught him off guard with that, his cheeks reddened, of course you couldn’t see that but he still felt it on himself.

His nimble fingers moved your underwear to the side, without any time to waste, his tongue instantly began its attack on your hole. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, making you hunch over as you felt his tongue do as it pleased as you dripped all over it. You heard hums of delight and appreciation, felt them as well as they vibrated throughout your lower half. Body feeling every single movement he made, you let out a small yelp as you felt your legs shake and practically collapse on yourself.

Your hole drove deeper into his mouth, yelping as your hands planted themselves above his head. “So–sorry! I lost my balance–”

Without warning your lips out a number of noises combined into one, feeling how breathy moans climbed out of your throat. His tongue delved deeper into your core, his hands having a tight grip on your thighs, trying to desperately pull you closer and closer. When trying to raise yourself, his fingers climbed, digging themselves into your ass and bringing you down with more force. Your body twitched and swayed with each flick and desperate suck his mouth did to pleasure you.

Was he enjoying this? Most definitely, he was getting everything he wanted on his day off. His bed and a sweet treat for him to enjoy all for himself. By pure accident, you grinded against his tongue, his hips bucked and you knew you were over with for the next hour. “If you’re so desperate just say so…”

His eyes peered up at you for a minute, where he was able to gaze at your flushed cheeks and worn out expression. “Right…” He teased, “You can’t speak for yourself, pathetic..”

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵. ♥

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu

art credit to @/inertraccoon on twitter! ✩

He had given up.

He had given up on life, on affection, on any sort of happiness that the world might bring him.

It only made sense, after all. Scaramouche was someone who had been hurt too many times to count, and his porcelain, heartless being was something that could shatter at any moment. Even now, he could feel the countless faults that fractured his core.

His own mother had given up on him, how pathetic was that? What had he even done wrong? He had been brought into this world not of his own accord, only to be thrown away?

He swore against all of it, rage blazing in his eyes.

His heart had long been shrouded with hate.

But somehow, when he met you, it seemed to change.

You greeted him with a smile, only laughed when he criticized you, and listened to his every word like he was worth hearing.

You must be only hanging around for material purpose, weren't you? You would just leave him again to break him apart, wouldn't you?

Ah, but... your expression and actions always seem so genuine, and you have a warmth that he's never experienced...

Scaramouche doesn't know what to feel anymore. Conflicted, confused... all of it pales in comparison to the apparent rush of heat on his face and the hitching of his pulse.

Oh... maybe now, he could understand, perhaps if only a little.

Before, he had sold his soul away at a chance for survival, but now that he had someone to rely on, someone he could trust...

"Haha, I must have gone mad."

"Why would I fall for someone like them?"

"There's not even a possibility. Not a chance in Celestia."

Yet...

"Scaramouche! Over here!!" The way your eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as your gaze found him, the manner on how you clasped his hand in yours, fingers interlocking as you beamed at him...

I know I'll only get hurt again.

But maybe, just this once...

It'd be okay.

And thus, the harbinger fell in love.

(a/n) a lil something short since i havent posted today ✩

[jhuzen]

shedding tears [m.reader]

am i still sane? absolutely not. i’m so sorry. this and the zhongli one was just meant to be a quick thirst. a few paragraphs that’s it. because like i said, they were the contenders against my aether smoot. alas, it was valentines and i got the no bitches card for this year sadly. so… :D

𖦹 nsfw, kabukimono kunikuzushi, you made him cry a lot (dacryphilia), size difference, a little belly bulge, kinda mean reader lmao

There is reward in diligence and persistence.

That much Kunikuzushi knew the moment you’ve finally granted him the attention that he so pathetically cried for, like a pitiful child, wanting to have you all to himself after having him so hellbent when you avoided him like a plague for days.

He broke through your mercy and kindness when he offered himself to you with little to no regard for the amount of times you’ve had to restrain yourself from taking him then and there, afraid to corrupt his poor little soul with the filth that polluted your draconic mind.

But that was really the last of his worries when he’s being fucked stupidly by you.

Kunikuzushi writhed in pleasure as your big finger found its way in him, with half a mind of someone who wants to make sure he doesn’t break in the process. He whined at the sensation with the way your fingers just seem to press within his tight little walls, he squirmed and his legs almost kicked you away, but you held him still, holding his legs up by his ankles with just one hand.

“[N-Name]—! N-No, not there—!” He squeals with such wanton that you couldn’t help but think otherwise. And you could care less, not when he looks this good, bathed in the moonlight that came from the windows of your humble home, his tears of pleasure glistened.

“You say that but your body shows otherwise,” your devilish smirk was more prominent as your fingers prodded around inside him and brushed against his prostate, making the puppet jolt within your grasp, hips bucking up so high with need.

Kunikuzushi’s wet and messy sobs left little to anyone’s imagination should they hear it. He was writhing within the pristine sheets of your bed, his cries inconsolable as he continued to wail for you to do more, to soothe the aching need that you now suddenly placed in him for the very first time. Euphoria slowly squeezed his mind tightly, like the bruising grip you had on his ankles, easily engulfing them with your large hands.

Far too big, you were far too big for him and somehow the thought enticed innocent little Kunikuzushi — to be enveloped by your hulking form while you pounded into him so ruthlessly.

His needy whines reached you and ought to grant him sympathy as well as aid your waning restraint. Your hand freed his ankles, letting his legs drop to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, why don’t you? I’d so very love to see every inch of you.”

Embarrassment flooded through Kunikuzushi in the form of more tears rolling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but coo at such a helpless sight. Your dearest puppet looked so ashamed for wanting you carnally, to want you under the thin veil of lust and hedonistic pleasure. And it filled your ego to see him so shy, in contrast to his shameless crying earlier, begging you to just look at him.

And now, you so generously indulged his request, eyes digging into his form as Kunikuzushi’s hesitant and quivering hands gripped the back of his thighs, lifting his legs up widespread, showing you everything that he can offer.

The puppet looked away, unable to maintain even a second of eye contact from you, lips trembling as he felt your eyes ravishing every inch of his lithe body.

Your mercy finally reached him as you crawled on top of him. Kunikuzushi was right, you could cover him so easily with your whole body. He shuddered in sinful delight, whining as he felt your erection brush up against his cocklet. Too big, all too big. Kunikuzushi wasn’t even sure if you were going to fit, but for you, he’d do anything!

Taking him by the chin, you gazed into the puppet’s eyes, his long eyelashes wet with all the crying he’s been doing, and all you could ever do was lean in, sticking your tongue out to lick his salty tears away. Delicious, like you’ve thought, you felt him quiver under your touch and it further fueled your desire to ravage him then and there. His body slowly arched up towards you, indicative of a carnal need to please you.

You moved your hips and relished in the quiet whimper that left his pretty little lips, “Are you sure you can take it, doll?” You asked, eyebrow furrowing in a half-faux concern, you teased him, showing a sense of reluctance and he was quick to nod his head vigorously.

“O-Of course! A-Anything! Anything for you!”

Your palms reached down to the meat of his ass, giving it a little squeeze and prompted his hips to lift, so reflexive in response of needing you. “Hmm? Is that so? I should warn you, if you can’t handle it, do tell, and I’ll just have to do it with someone else.” A light jest was all you did.

But the way his eyes filled with more tears of dread probed a sick sense of joy within you, almost making you smile. And while you enjoyed it, Kunikuzushi could feel his stomach drop. You? With someone else? No! He could never let that happen! You were the only one other than the blacksmiths that ever treasured him so earnestly! And the thought of being discarded again just because of not being enough for you almost made him choke on another sob.

“P-Please… don’t leave me…” he was weak in his pleas, heartbreakingly so, and you immediately regretted your words when he meekly followed it up with another meek claim, “I… I don’t think I could ever live without [Name]… without you…”

And like the good man that you are, you quelled the tiny puppet’s worries by smothering his quiet pleas with a kiss, your hand already on your cock go to guide into his puffy rim. You swallowed his whimpers as your cockhead rubbed up against the rim of his entrance, a wordless warning of your next action.

You quickly pulled away as you slowly entered him, immediately onto him as the sweetest moans and gasps leave his lips. You were stretching him out so much! You said you were preparing him but it seemed to do so little as Kunikuzushi braved through the dull ache that he felt when you pushed your hips further, managing to bury yourself into the hilt.

Your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head at just how much your poor little boy was sucking you in, so pliant and almost so easy if he wasn’t so tight. Your sanity almost tearing into shreds when his walls clenched around you, relishing in the addicting heat of his ass. A low grunt resounded from you and Kunikuzushi responded with a whimper.

His hands could barely grip onto his own thighs, his hands shaking as the sensation of pleasure soon washed over him. It felt too good, the way your cock managed to mold his walls to fit you when Kunikuzushi was dead sure that it wouldn’t work — but you slotted into him perfectly. He quickly looked down, eyes blurred with fresh tears, finding himself flushed as a bump surfaces through his tummy.

Your eyes followed to where he was looking at, grinning at the way you seemed to appear, your hands flitted to the creamy skin of his stomach and listened to the puppet suck in a sharp breath, his drooling cock twitching as your finger traced the outline of your cock.

“Look at you, love, so tiny, so adorable, and yet your body is already molding itself to be my cocksleeve, aren’t you just a good boy~” you cooed your sweet praises and Kunikuzushi was left breathless under the mercy of your words.

Call me that again, please! His mind begs but his mouth could barely form the words, letting out a girlish squeal as you pressed onto the bulge in his abdomen, back arching up to you. It was enough for you to take the hint that he’s grown accustomed to your monstrous size, and slowly moved your hips, stuttering in pace as you kept cautious at the way he seems to clench around you so tightly, almost refusing you to move.

You laughed, such a cute pretty little thing your dear Kunikuzushi was, so sweet, so innocent, now reduced into a moaning mess, with one hand already leaving his thigh to hold onto your arm that caged him in. You hissed in delight when he dug his nails into your skin in each deep thrust that you made.

And in every time that you would hit that sweet spot of his, you drew out more sinful sobs from the tiny puppet, eating up every sudden cry that comes from him from either pain or pleasure.

Your eyes glowed with a smidge of possessiveness.

Yes. This is it. For far too long you’ve been deprived of a cute little mate. Lucky you that the deities have rewarded your abstinence for far too long. And you figured that in every tear that Kunikuzushi sheds, the more your urge to fuck them out of him grew.

[astraeusasta]

For His Birthday

Pairing: Wanderer x Fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Love , Birthday, Light Angst. A/N - This was written very late at night and the plot is kinda bad. Just wanted to do something for his birthday!

This is based on the recent letter he sends the traveller about how he has people planning stuff for his birthday behind his back. Possibly alluding to people having crushes on him. The reader, to preface, is not the traveller. You are someone who attends the Akademiya. I know this is a little late for his birthday, a day late to be precise. However, happy belated birthday Wanderer.

It was only the first class of the day and you were surrounded by whispers and talk. All gossip about the boy who had recently joined the akademiya’s birthday, Wanderer. Girls crowded around a table discussing what they planned to do for him, all of them had crushes on him. You couldn’t blame them. He was an average girl's dream - A brooding man with sharp features, a slim frame and perfect complexion. He wasn’t exactly nice to people all the time, he had a few choice words for the guys who were jealous of him. It was honestly quite amusing to you. You two hadn’t really spoken, but you often locked eyes while studying in the library. He was beautiful. He made your heart beat faster and your stomach flip. Especially when his violet eyes caught yours. It was his presence that made your days that little bit easier and although it took you a month or so to realize you liked him. Or well, liked the idea of him. It was love at first sight, you told yourself. The way he looked at you held emotion, you thought. He looked at peace when he looked at you. He didn’t glare at you, that might be something? Perhaps he felt the same? You wished. You knew he probably didn’t. It didn’t look like he was the type for love at first sight, he seemed like you needed to get to know him more. So when you had finally registered it was his birthday, you wanted to do something for him. Having heard that most girls in the Akademiya of your age bracket were doing something for him, you felt your blood boil in your veins. They had all baked him a beautiful cake, something that even just looking at it made you feel sick with how much chocolate they had used. They kept running away from him all day to hide their little plans, you had other ideas. You decided that after your day was finished at the Akademiya, you’d work on something homemade. A present. You didn’t know what he liked and talking to him would spoil the surprise. You also thought to give it to him in person, to his face. While the other girls planned to surprise him. You wanted to put their little gag to shame, for your pride and in hopes to show him how much you cared. Gathering bits and pieces you needed, collecting an array of Viparyas and Sumeru roses into a nice little bundle. Cutting fruits into little shapes, stars and planets. A small letter wedged into the bouquet of flowers and fruit. A heartfelt note to further explain the words you had collected in your mind. Finally, the most important piece. A homemade bracelet. It was blue and purple thread with a small crystal looking ball in the middle. You thought it was a beautiful collection of items for the man who had stolen your heart. The time had come, you watched the other girls as they began to hide in the bushes waiting to surprise him. Being the decent human being you were, waited for them to finish their shenanigans before approaching. But as they popped out with the cake, you watched the shock on his face turn to amusement. It wasn’t bashful or embarrassing amusement. It was mocking. He laughed at them mockingly. One of the girls even shed a tear as they all ran away. He sat back down into his seat, closing his eyes. That had you second guessing doing this. Not just because the thought of him rejecting you had a lump forming in your throat and tears pricking at your eyes, but the idea of him laughing at you too. It was such a sad image in your head, it was too much to handle. But, if he didn’t like you in the same way. You may as well rip the bandage off now instead of letting it fester, the heart only grows fonder in their absence right?  You took a deep breath. Allowing for your mind and body to soothe itself of the incoming pain you were about to feel before approaching him. It wasn’t like you knew him personally right? This was simply one of your love at first sight delusions, you were being silly. Right? You had questioned yourself the entire approach. Eventually, you stood directly in front of him. Looking down at him as he sat with his eyes closed.

“Um..Wanderer?” Your voice squeaked out, nervousness thick on your tongue as you stuttered out his name. Watching him as he opened one eye, taking a look at who stood before him now. Thinking it was one of the other girls from before. He was surprised to see you stood there, he raised a brow. Looking you up and down, noticing the plethora of things adorned in your hands.

“What? Here to give me pointless gifts to celebrate my birth too?” He simply folded his arms at you. Your heart panged at those words, pointless? You’d put your heart and soul into this gift and so had those other girls. The pang in your heart turned into hurt and anger. Festering as your brows furrowed, a glare reaching him. He simply hummed, waiting for your response. “Come on, spit it out.”

You took another deep breath. “First, I wanted to say Happy Birthday. It’s obvious you don’t particularly enjoy your birthday, I don’t know why and I won’t pry. I’m sorry if what those girls did upset you but I’m not here to give something ‘pointless’.” You tried to be understanding with him, patient, gentle. Anything to ease the frustration that lingered in your chest. “Ever since you began studying at the Akademiya, I noticed you in the library…” You slowly began to ramble out your words, losing the small script you had planned in your head. Thinking about him made your thoughts fly out of your mouth without a second guess. “You worked alone, always. The only person I ever saw by your side being the Traveller. Sometimes, we’d make eye contact. Your eyes on me like that always made me a little nervous, even now just looking at you has my stomach in knots. Twisting and turning like a leaf on the wind. You probably noticed how many girls at the Akademiya have their eyes on you, and while I noticed you aren’t particularly nice to them or anyone. That’s part of your charm.” You continued like that for the next minute, rambling about how you thought he was beautiful. A magnificent work of art that could only compare to an Archon. That seemed to feed his ego a little, but a sad look also crossed his face as you said that.

Once you had finished rambling, you bashfully handed him the items. Finally, getting to your point. “What I’m trying to say is…I admire you. No, that's not the right word. I like you. I know we have only ever spoken once and it was extremely brief but I think you’re incredible. I want to be friends or something more if that’s the direction you’re thinking of.” He was speechless, not a quip or a witty comment. His mouth was open but nothing had come out. You had quite literally made his jaw drop. The silence made you shift on your feet, nervous. Quickly, a cocky smirk was placed onto his face. “Your intentions are to court me?” He questioned, seemingly confused at your revelation. He wasn’t mocking you so that was a first.

“Not exactly how I’d put it.” You replied, a small chuckle erupting as the awkwardness of the entire thing felt abysmal now. You found his wording funny, like you did most things he said to others. “How would you put it?” That made you pause, placing a finger on your chin and thinking. “I guess, I’d say I wish to pursue you in a romantic venture?” It felt more like you were asking yourself how you’d describe it rather than telling him. He picked up on that quickly.

“So you don’t know?” He raised a brow, looking at the gifts and scowling. Taking the letter and putting everything else to one side. “Do we ever know?” You questioned, though it was more of a statement. He gave an amused chuckle at that, like he understood you for a moment. It was progress. “I am not one who trusts easily.”

“That’s fine.” You replied.

“I am cruel and cold.”

“Also fine.” You smirked, having a small idea of where this was going.

“I’m not affectionate nor will I keep talking to you if you are a waste of my time. I also won’t share anything with you.” He kept going, but you kept saying it was okay and you’d forgive him. As long as he communicated it to you beforehand of course. In the end, you both came to an agreement of sorts. Not really. But it was a start.

“You can sit with me while I study.” That was the agreement, you were fine with that for now.

[thewastelandlosers]

Bonnie thinks she's a master at bartering and negotiations. but Charon just dogs them down with the silent death stare until merchants lower their prices.

[ezri261]

"Tatlong bilyon, ikaw lamang ang aking gusto"

Pairings; Wanderer x M!reader

cw: angst, amnesia, resurrection, hanahaki disease

Wanderer didn't know how many years— hell, decades has gone by ever since he saw you die. You were the only one who was there to talk to him, listen to him, comfort him– Yet, you were gone.

Back when he was Kunikuzushi; he didn't know what happened. Your death happened right in front of him— his fourth betrayal. The cold, metallic blood stained his clothes, your mouth filled with petals.

He could still remember your face, your voice, your panic to tell something to him, but he was far too innocent that time to understand. If he had the chance to turn back the time, he would've done something different.

He remembered that day as clear as glass.

"Kuni... I don't think I'll be able to live very long."

"What do you mean by that, M/N?"

"Come, I'll- cough tell you."

He should've noticed the blood-stained petal that came out of your mouth, that was a sign— yet, Kunikuzushi disregarded it, thinking it was normal.

"Kuni, no matter what, you have to promise me- cough something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Always believe in yourself. Don't let your origin or past define you."

Just as Kunikuzushi was about to respond, you coughed tons of petals, blood dripping down from the side of your chin as your airways were starting to get blocked.

You looked desperate, in pain— yet you looked at Kunikuzushi with affection.

"Don't forget me."

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"Hey–! You dropped this!"

A voice called out to Wanderer. It was familiar, but he didn't want to get his hopes up, his mind convincing him that you were dead.

Just as he turned his body around to get the item he dropped, he made eye contact with those familiar E/C eyes, something that he couldn't take off his mind.

"M/N..?"

"Do I know you?"

[chickenparm]

Fusillade (Wanderer/f!Reader)

written for @illusory-torrent ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧)

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It was a favor for a friend to let the Wanderer find himself while meandering with you. Two sets of eyes are better than one, and what's lost isn't so difficult to locate if you know where to look.

AO3 Link

Wanderer/f!Reader(not the Traveler) 4,954 Words - NSFW Vaginal sex, mild breast-play, mild dacryphilia, unrequited(?) love confession, sharin' a bed-ish.

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When first meeting the Traveler, they’d been fresh-faced and ready to face the world. Learning their story had been a shock, but not one that you weren’t welcoming toward. Mondstadt was as good a jumping-off point as any, and after a few days together you wished them luck in all their future endeavors as you parted ways. 

In Liyue, they’d been a little more harrowed, a little more hardened. “A lot of things have happened since we’ve met up!” Paimon had explained in lieu of the Traveler’s own words, and you provided a sympathetic shoulder for the two to lean on as you made camp together in the countryside of the Land of Geo. And if they looked a little happier after spending some time talking and laughing with you, then that works just fine, you think. 

Unfortunately, in Inazuma, the two of you were only able to cross paths briefly. With the removal of the Sakoku Decree, it meant you were allowed into the country, and they were allowed out. There’s a certain air about the two - less so Paimon - that leaves you wondering exactly what happened behind the closed borders of Inazuma. 

You find out, much to your chagrin. 

It isn’t until a few months have passed and you’ve meandered your way to Sumeru that you once more meet your good friends - ones you’ve sorely missed. Of course, another catastrophe was narrowly avoided thanks to their intervention, and Paimon was more than pleased to fill in the gaps while you shared a lunch with the two of them at some cafe you can’t quite pronounce the name of. 

In the middle of laughter at something Paimon has said, a shadow casts over the table - similar to an umbrella blocking out the sun. It’s not quite so, rather the wide brim of an ornate hat as a figure approaches the three of you with a carefully neutral expression. First he looks at the Traveler, then briefly at Paimon, before looking to you. 

Before you can even think about introducing yourself, his interest turns back to the Traveler. “Lesser Lord Kusanali sent me to fetch you. Something has come up.”

“Is it urgent?” You know the Traveler is asking only because this means the two of you will part ways once again. Violet eyes dart to you, tensing for just a moment as a thought seems to cross his mind. The neutrality cracks only a little, and he almost looks interested in your presence. It must be an enigma, that you’d be important enough for the Traveler to put off meeting with the Dendro Archon for a little while longer. 

The male moves, placing one hand on his hip as he gives the Traveler an slightly admonishing look. “Maybe I should have been more specific. Something’s come up about that important information you’ve been wandering all over for? Surely that’s not something you want to put off more than necessary. Even for a… friend.”

With a jerk of his chin, he emphasizes that you are the Traveler’s friend in question. Obvious enough, but if he feels the need to make things clear, then who are you to tell him it’s unnecessary?

After a moment of deliberation, and an apologetic expression toward you, the Traveler drops enough mora for all three meals onto the table. “Sorry, this really is important, then. Will you be around the city for a little longer? I’d like to catch up some more.”

“I’m heading out tomorrow morning, but I’ll be around the country - I’m sure you could hunt me down if you really wanted. It’s not like I hide from you.” You lean on your elbows with a grin, pleased at both the prospect of meeting your friends once more, as well as having your meal so graciously paid for. 

The Traveler and Paimon leave with a wave, and the newcomer only gives you an unreadable look over his shoulder as they leave. Only when they round a corner do those eyes finally give you some peace.

---

You do end up leaving before the Traveler can seek you out again. A trip down to Port Ormos takes a few days thanks to a love of meandering, and how easily distracted you are by every little sight and sound of Sumeru. It’s a beautiful country, and you find yourself quickly enamored with it, despite the persistent heat and humidity. 

After you get your fill of Port Ormos, your trip back up to the city proper is a little longer. It’s nearly a month after your first meeting with the Traveler in Sumeru that the second one comes around. Paimon is with someone named Collei, apparently, leaving you and the Traveler to sit in the grassy hilltops surrounding the city with boxes of takeout settled between you. 

The conversation is easy at first, and then almost as if the entire purpose of this meeting was for something a little more heavy, the subject changes as quickly as you can blink. The Traveler has poor skills in segueing topics from one to another, it seems. 

Picking at the biryani in their lap, golden eyes don’t lift to meet yours as they ask, “Do you remember that guy from last time? With the big hat?”

“He’s not easy to forget, that’s for sure. What about him?”

And then it comes tumbling out. Who he is, what he is, and the biggest puzzle piece of all - why the Traveler is bringing any of this up. “You’re staying in the country for a while longer, aren’t you? Do you think it would be possible to have him tag along with you for a while?”

And there it is. Really, you have no reason to say no, beyond simply not knowing who this guy is. But the Traveler seems to trust him, and you trust the Traveler, so logically you can trust him, right? It’s not the most sound conclusion, but it’s the only one that makes sense, so you bob your head in a nod and laugh at the way the Traveler’s shoulders seem to sag in relief. 

The Traveler is leaving for the desert on an extended trip soon, and the Wanderer - Traveler’s name for him, and yours now, too - was staunchly against the idea of traipsing about in the desert despite being largely unaffected by the traits that make it harsh. 

“I’d rather take a dip in a volcano,” is what he apparently told the Traveler. And while the Wanderer was interested in taking some time for himself, away from the Dendro Archon and away from all the reminders of things you haven’t been made privy to, he doesn’t want to do so in a place he hates. That’s understandable - you plan on steering clear of the desert, yourself. 

And all of these situations are what lead you to this - following a well-worn road North out of Sumeru City, a silent Wanderer at your side as your steps fall into an odd sort of synchronization. Whether he is matching your stride on purpose, or if it’s a subconscious thing, you almost find it comforting. 

From the Traveler’s descriptions, you expect him to be sharp and barbed, but he’s been… oddly polite, if not just a little standoffish. When you explain that you have no destination in mind, he doesn’t seem put off, and when you fall into old habits of becoming distracted, he doesn’t complain when those distractions take you off the path. 

At least, at first. 

Eventually, as the day wears on, it seems as if he grows more comfortable. As you push through the afternoon, his voice grabs your attention. “You should take a break, you know.”

“Hm?” Your steps falter a little as you’re brought out of your wandering thoughts. Absently you answer him, more focused on pulling the lenses from your face to rub a smudge off on your shirt - sweat doesn’t cooperate with glasses, unfortunately. “I don’t really need one.”

“The issue with fatigue in humans is once you start feeling it, it’s difficult to stop. Take a break before you’re tired, so you don’t injure yourself,” Wanderer explains. Just like one would explain that the sky is blue, or that Dendro Visions are green, or that there are a multitude of subtleties that differentiate the two of you when it comes to physical composition. 

The Wanderer isn’t human, but he looks an awful lot like one, and you’ve forgotten until now about that important fact. Beyond that, there isn’t much you know about him, and it’s with a bit of slyness that you try to strike a deal. “I’ll take a break on one condition. Every fifteen minutes of break time, you answer a question of mine.”

And he laughs. It isn’t necessarily cheerful, but it does pull his lips up into a smile that seems unpracticed. Or, perhaps it is practiced, but never in this sort of context. Despite lingering cynicism, he answers, “You could have asked without a break - it’s not like I’m hiding anything. But I’ll accept. Now sit down.”

Once you’re settled in the grass, just off the road and out of the way of any other travelers that might come along, the Wanderer sits next to you with his legs crossed, elbow on his knee, cheek on his palm. “Ask away.”

“Oh, no.” Immediately you deny, stretching your legs out in front of you as you lean back onto your hands. “I’m saving those for while we walk. You dictate the length of the break based on how many questions you feel like answering. I think that’s pretty fair.”

A huff of air leaves him, making his shoulders jolt. It could’ve been amusement, disbelief, or maybe even both, judging by his tone. “That’s how it’s going to be, huh? Fine.”

The sun above is warm on your skin, despite the sweat that just won’t wick away thanks to the humidity. You turn your face skywards, observing the clouds and completely missing the way his head tilts just enough to look at you out of the corner of his eye, calculating and quiet. At least, at first you miss it, but the sensation of eyes on you is impossible to ignore after enough time. 

“Something on my face?”

“Sunburn, if you’re not careful.” Sharp words, but softened by the actual meaning.

With an airy wave toward your bag sitting in the grass, you explain, “I picked up a recipe in Liyue for some balm that helps protect against the sun. I’ll be just fine, don’t worry so much.”

“I’m not worried.” Wanderer responds so quickly that it completely defeats the purpose of his denial. His mouth sets in a line as his brows furrow in irritation that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It would just be annoying to listen to you complaining about your face hurting.”

“Mhm.” Is your response as your eyes close and you wait for him to decide that break time is over. It takes longer than you expect for him to get to his feet, and then almost as an afterthought, reach his hand out to help you up. When he looks surprised that you accept it, you don’t remark on that. 

Maybe the astonishment will wear off with your time together. 

---

“I don’t need to sleep.” Wanderer tells you one day, as the two of you are setting up your tent for the night. When you brought up that he sleeps outside rather than in said tent, he gives you that answer quite easily. “But I can, if I wanted.”

“Don’t you want to? Sounds awfully boring to never dream.” You ask, using the heel of your booted foot to push the last stake into the ground, securing the rain cover to ensure you stay dry in the storm that’s rolling in rather quickly.

There’s no fire to be set up, not while it’s about to rain, so once the shelter is pitched you climb inside and hold the flap open. As he turns around, he starts to speak but then trails off. “That’s two ques..tions…”

Wanderer hesitates. In his eyes, it must be odd - an enclosed room, with someone he likely doesn’t quite trust. But then he looks at you from beneath the brim of his hat, conflicted for only a moment before pulling it off his head and stepping into the tent you offered him. 

It doesn’t take long for the raindrops to begin falling, rolling off the waxed canvas and leaving the two of you safe and dry. Not necessarily warm, but you wrap up in your bedroll’s blanket as soon as the two of you settle in the small tent.  

There’s no extra bedding - he hadn’t brought any, and you’re not about to offer your own when he doesn’t seem to care. As you lay down for the night, he sits with his back to you, cross-legged and leaning back on his hands as he stares at the darkening forest through the mesh of the tent’s doorway. 

That’s the sight you drift off to as you carefully set your glasses to the side and out of the way. A smudge of deep blue and white, the gentle chiming of his vision as he mindlessly runs his fingers along the ornament and feather. It’s almost like a lullaby.

And that lullaby is a stark difference to the smacking of raindrops hitting harder against the tent cover, the thunder rolling above, and the surprising chill in the air thanks to the change in temperature combined with high humidity. You hadn’t realized you were shivering until you woke up to the rustling of your blanket being carefully untucked. 

Immediately, you ask, “What’re you doin’?”

“That’s a third question.” Wanderer murmurs, voice low as if he doesn’t want to wake you further. “You’re shivering so hard you’re going to attract a tiger - they’ll think you’re a wounded animal.”

“M’not-”

“Yeah you are. A wounded animal would make less noise. Just go back to sleep.”

The blanket shifts, and your seal from the chilled air is broken just long enough for another body to fill the small amount of space behind you. Squinting into the dark over your shoulder, you're met with violet eyes telling you silently not to say a word. But so far, you've never really been bothered by any of his threats, and you're not planning on starting now. 

If he's going to give an inch, you're going to try and take a mile. So you shift back, aligning your spine with the way the front of his body curves. It's deceptively easy to slot your back to his chest and glean some of the little warmth he gives off. 

Wanderer's chest expands as if he's going to say something, then he holds it back. Rain drowns out the sound of your quiet breaths, your muscles tensed in anticipation for what his next move might be. It's the one you expect the least, but should be most logical. 

Tentatively, his arm snakes around your waist in a quiet acceptance of how his little idea has unfolded. It's thin, but strong enough that he holds you to him with minimal effort. And despite how obviously nervous he is about it all, it doesn't lessen the effect of comfort and warmth he's providing. 

"Thank you, Wanderer."

"Please don't make this weird." His answer is blunt. "I'm not doing this for you."

"It's not like there's anyone else here." Your voice is thickened by your interrupted sleep, and your eyes turn wearily to the dim roof of the tent, occasionally lit by lightning. Wanderer's breath hits the back of your neck as he makes a huff of amusement. 

"I just don't want to drag your body back when you attract some stray crocodile to eat you with all your shivering. The Traveler would never forgive me. And their floating companion would be unbearable."

"Mhm… you're cuddling me because it makes your life easier then? Why didn't you say so?"

The arm around your waist tightens. Wanderer stammers for a moment before letting out an outraged tsk. "That's not-!...You know what? Fine, believe what you want."

And silence falls. Your eyelids droop, your thoughts slow, and you try to ignore the way you're still cold at the front, despite Wanderer's warmth at your back. The sluggish notion barely crosses your mind before he picks up on it and the flat of his hand presses against your stomach. Through the thin material of your shirt, the warmth from his palm seeps through. 

Despite telling you pointedly to go to sleep, he seems almost hellbent on causing problems for you each time you nudge at the threshold of your dreams. When your breathing slows, his thumb starts to slowly move back and forth, just beneath your ribs. And when you get used to that, his whole hand moves instead, caressing circles against your skin that finally have you asking once more, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know." And he means that - he'd hardly admit to ignorance, especially over his own actions. "Want me to stop?"

And what a loaded question that is. Because you certainly don't want him to, but you also don't know where this is going. It's hardly appropriate when his hand raises a little higher, growing dangerously close to the unspoken line about to be crossed. 

Almost as if on autopilot, your brain making the decision subconsciously when your mouth takes a little too long, you say, "No. I don't."

The sensation doesn't register in your mind for a split second. It's only after he lingers do you realize that he's lifted his hand further and cupped one of your breasts in his palm with a tentative squeeze. The two of you pause; you in stunned silence, him in quiet anticipation for what you'll do. 

As your tension starts to release, he gives another experimental squeeze, dragging his palm just enough to rub the fabric against your hardening nipple. A little laugh leaves him, high and breathy, and he murmurs, "You like this, don't you?"

"Don't sound surprised-!" You cut off as his fingers pinch and roll, your voice cracking before you can rein it in. With a spark of annoyance, you rock your hips back and find satisfaction in how he falters. "Ngh-... it's not as if you're not enjoying it, too."

Wanderer's arousal digs into your backside, growing more persistent as you repeat that movement with precision. In return, you get a sharp pinch that makes you whine under your breath. It feels like you've given him a victory, and he gives your chest one more squeeze before taking the prize he feels he's won. 

"On your back." He directs, pulling away enough for you to follow his direction. With both hands, he shoves your shirt to your collarbone, your breasts falling free for only a moment before his mouth catches one, his hand on the other. 

Instinctively, your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close enough that he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. With a sharp suck, he takes your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it in rhythmic motions that match the movement of his fingers on the other. He’s barely even breathing, but rather working himself up into a fervency where maintaining the illusion of being human is pushed away in favor of single-minded desire.

When he gets too rough, you tug his hair, and he lessens the pressure. If he’s lingering too long on one side, a subtle push of his head moves him easily to the other. And all the while, his hips slot against yours, grinding messily as if friction between the two of you is an afterthought compared to how the taste of your skin is making his eyes flutter shut so prettily. His eyelashes brush against high cheekbones, and you fight the urge to sweep your thumb across to see if they’re as soft as they look. 

Instead, you card your fingers through his hair and wonder how it stays so smooth despite how careless you’ve been with it up to this point. In spite of how nice this all feels, it just isn’t enough. And if he’s going to go this far, you’d rather he just go all the way and be done with playing around. 

With a sharp tug, you pull him away from your skin and he looks ruined. Eyes glassy despite his laser-focus on your face, lips swollen, wetness across his lips from how reckless he’d been so far. Before he can question you, your voice comes out - a lower pitch than usual, breathless but still demanding. “I need more, Wanderer.”

Simple enough to fulfill, you think, but his lips twist into a smile that’s almost wry as he answers, “If you hadn’t interrupted me-”

“You know what I mean.” Any annoyance that might have been effective is lessened by the way he’s warmed your cheeks and slickened your skin with his saliva, his fingers still rolling one of your nipples idly. Like he’s not interested in it, like he hadn’t been nipping and sucking and biting you with the sort of abandon belonging to a man starved. 

Starved for attention, affection, simple contact… You’re not quite sure. Maybe it doesn’t matter, in the long run - any of those would be solved if he just stopped fooling around. 

Wanderer does know what you mean, and his tongue darts out to sweep the lingering wetness from his lips before he lifts off you, shrugging enough of the blankets away that there’s room to rather neatly roll yourself once more. From below you, he looks just as pretty as above. Hair against the pillow you’d just been leaning against, skin lit up by the occasional flash of lightning through the trees above, hands digging into the outsides of your thighs as you straddle his lap.

Inhaling sharply, as if he just remembered that perhaps unnatural stillness of a being that doesn’t need oxygen might be unsettling, he takes in the sight of you in the same manner of admiration you’d been giving him. It’ll make more sense in the morning, when the storm has passed and the cover of darkness isn’t enough to hide rational thought. 

Pressing his fingers against your plush skin, leaving little oval marks of red in his yearning, he murmurs, “Take it, then. If you want more, make me give it to you.”

And oh, does that do something inside of you. Setting your stomach afire with a need you don’t bother to control, Wanderer’s challenge is met with your hands on his shoulders, and a slow roll of your hips that wipes the attitude off his face in one smooth movement. 

Arching himself to meet you halfway, he chases the feeling of your heat against his hardness greedily. For someone that wants you to take, he seems awfully eager to give.

But he demanded that you take what you want, that you make him give it to you, so you leverage yourself away to shimmy out of your shorts as quickly as you can. Depriving yourself of his body heat for such a short time shouldn’t feel as desolate as it does, but by the time you return it feels as if those few seconds were the equivalent of a lifetime. 

Despite your partial nudity, you really only give enough effort to reach between your bodies and pull him free. While he’s attempted to seem detached - both in this tent and outside, where the world exists despite feeling as if it’s been reduced to only these four canvas walls - Wanderer’s eyes positively glow with a saccharine sort of longing that threatens to pull you in if you stare at it a little too long, a little too willing.

The first stretch of his cock brings you pause. It’s been too long, certainly for you, maybe for him with how his fingertips grab as your thighs all over again, as if he were searching for something to ground himself in this exact moment. You don’t blame him, gripping his shoulders just as hard; bracing yourself against him, pushing him down into the mess of a blanket at his back. 

“Y-you’re so-!” Spitefully, you cut off his words by sinking just a little further, taking a little more inside. Wanderer learns his lesson, relegating the use of his voice to what could only be considered a whine as you move at your pace, not his. Little by little, agonizingly slow until he has nothing more to give and you’re seated fully on his cock. 

You’re far from unaffected, but a need to maintain the upper hand keeps your face tuned to amusement as you watch the emotions flicker across his face. A great many of them you’re unfamiliar with, but perhaps he’ll give you a chance to learn them after this encounter. Maybe this won’t be the last. 

Finally, he looks at you through cracked eyelids, desperation coloring his voice as he pleads for you to take him. Wanderer tries to spin it as an order, but there can be no authority when he sounds so ruined from simply being inside you - no movement beyond the subconscious way you tighten around him for your own pleasure. 

Taking the smallest amount of pity - and growing impatient with your own teasing - you rock your hips forward, then back, and take note of how his head falls back enough to show the pretty line of his unmarred throat, usually so hidden by the high collar of his clothing. With a shaking exhale, pleased by both the sight beneath you and the sensations inside, you ask, “Does it feel good? You look overwhelmed…”

“I-I’m not, it’s just-...” Wanderer trails off, face twisting in a grimace as you repeat your movements, setting a slow and rhythmic pace that could be enough if either of you had the patience to maintain it. The smallest whine precedes his words, “You feel so good, I don’t think I can… I can’t-”

“You can.” You urge, reaching for his hand on your thigh to pry it loose, bringing it to the apex of your thighs with a purpose he clumsily realizes. Just the thought of having him - normally so composed and closed-off - completely pulled to pieces like this has you thrilled in ways you haven’t managed to feel before. 

That, paired with the obscene feeling of being perfectly filled by him, has you close enough that even if he’s a bit too overwhelmed to be precise with the movements of his fingers, you’re inching closer and closer to what feels like a monolith on the horizon. Swallowing around a moan threatening to tumble free, you turn it into words, “I’m so close, j-just a little more. You’re so good, so good, so-”

“Please,” his begging is hoarse as he tries to match your movements, tries to match the pleasure you’re giving him with offerings of his own, “let me feel you, please.”

Another inhale from him, like something is just on the tip of his tongue, but it dies as you tilt back a little. The change is what you need, the last bit to complement the succession of feelings in every sense of the word, and Wanderer gets exactly what he begs for as you find your release at his behest. 

Your hands lessen their grip on his shoulders as you abandon pinning him in favor of prolonging what you’ve found, and like the snapping of a leash he abandons any sense of submitting to you in favor of gripping your hips and jerking himself sharply upward into you. The sound of surprise you make is undignified at best, downright lewd at its most basic, and that only seems to spur him on as he takes on a short-lived viciousness stemming from unresolved desperation. 

One hand snatches yours, bringing it to his mouth to press a sloppy kiss to your palm - a sudden intimacy just before he takes your fingers past his lips and onto his tongue. A wrecked sound tears from his throat as his tongue twists between your fingers and his teeth graze at your knuckles before biting down with enough force to almost be painful.

By the time you’re coming down, he’s taken your place - pistoning with long, sharp thrusts that are short-lived. The two of you danced on the edge as it was, and he’s freely able to throw himself off of it with reckless abandon and his back arching in such a beautiful curve. His tongue stills, but you’ve gained enough faculties back to drag the pads of your fingers along his taste buds, dangerously close to the back of his tongue where it would make him gag. 

In that moment, his eyes open enough to look at you as he murmurs around your fingers that he loves you. 

Maybe he does, at that moment when the entirety of existence loses its deeper meaning, perhaps Wanderer does feel something strong enough that it could be confused for love. But as you pull your fingers from his mouth and fall to his side, head over his chest where no heart beats, you wonder how he’d justify it if you brought it up in the morning. 

You won’t - and he won’t either, even though he says it the next time, and the one following, each growing more frantic as if he were desperate for you to return the favor. If you do, it won’t be in the throes of passion - you want to mean it. It’ll be said in the sunlight, maybe even spoken with a nonchalance he doesn’t expect. 

His expression of surprise would be rather pretty, you think.

[tokimihyachi]

no, but like imagine scaramouche, the prince of a neighboring nation is all but loved by his mother for failing to be everything she needs and wants from an heir to the throne. worse, she wishes he never existed at all.

so in a fit of emotions and decisions, he decides to kidnap the darling— "crowning jewel" of another empire, you, whose nation is in war with theirs to prove to his mother that he isn't so useless after all.

during your imprisonment, it is evident that he is detestable and you hate every breathing part of him.

however, he is unaware that the darling of the country is actually your twin sibling and the king does not value you at all. in fact, the whole kingdom doesn't even notice your disappearance.

so you use this as your leverage to annoy the fuck out of your captor and he is vexed. 

[cracklewink]

some small refs I made for my oc, Despair's End Terminal Namicha! (pronounced with a hard ch). I couldn't decide whether the black or blue outline was better

edit: I FORGOT THE I IN TERMINAL

[jxxji0309]

Ticklish

~Made at @sneakylilbartender 's request~

College AU (cuz ya)

Might be ooc

Cussing 🤭

Ctto of the headers

Platonic childhood friends

Kinda smh short

Fluff to romance

I reccomend listening to laufey while reading

It was quite a tiring day for Scaramouche. However, you, his next door dormitory neighbor refuses to let him rest.

"Leave.", Scaramouche said.

"No fucking way", you replied. You didn't want to go back to your dorm room, which was occupied by your sleeping drunk friends.

"Oh my fucking Archons, why did you even have them drink at your place anyway?", he said. He did have to admit he had a soft spot for you since you knew eachother since- who knows your parents introduced you to eachother when you two were very, very, young.

"You know I'm quite generous and I sort of had it planned out... I'll just sleep in my dorm with their stanky asses then". You turned around in quite a rush, but felt a strong grip on your wrist.

"I didn't say you couldn't stay", Scaramouche implied. "But you said- nevermind".

---

There you were, sitting on his bed while Scaramouche was on his phone. But little did you know he was viewing the posts of the friends that drank in your dorm room after partying. You thought about your current feelings for him amidst the creeping silence. Did he find you annoying? Does he want to stay friends?

Does he like anyone?

'Damn my thoughts became deep', you mentally said to yourself . You had a feeling of awkwardness and started to break the silence. So, you had a perfectly and maybe slightly sadistic idea.

'Find his ticklish spots.', is what you thought.

'Okay (Y/n), DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY DON'T FUCK THIS UP.'

"Hey Scara",

"What?", he said with an annoyed tone.

"Are you ticklish?"

Silence.

Scaramouche suddenly felt a slight heat creep up to his face. "So what?!", he remarked. "Oh so you are ticklish, or maybe you're ticklish somewhere...", you said as a devious smirk started to form on your face.

"Then... here!"

You started tickling the spot on his side, just above his waist. He then flinched and started bursting out into a fit of joyful laughter.

"Sto- mph!!" Scaramouche said, getting interrupted as he giggled in between syllables. "Ooh~! It seems that the all so mighty Scaramouche is all so sensitive and ticklish in this spot!~". Scaramouche tried to fit a frown in between his laughter, you were very, very lucky that he didn't lash out at you the first time you said something.

It was quite refreshing though, to both of you. You get to tease the man you like, and he spends another moment of being grateful you're in your life. Honestly, how come you're both still platonic friends?

You eventually stopped as Scaramouche was even more exhausted after laughing. A part of you expected for him to be upset, which was right.

Luckily, for Scaramouche, he knew all of your ticklish spots. "Why you-!", Scaramouche exclaimed as he reached out to the same spot where you tickled him. You bursted out into a fit of laughter as you tried to push him away.

"Aha~! Wait noho~! I'm sorry ok! I'll pay for it accordingl-" you were interrupted with more giggles and laughs. "You should, and you will", Scaramouche said while stopping his revenge to a halt and decided on your punishment.

"For your punishment, I've decided we confess some secret we have to eachother. I won't be unfair with you, so be glad I gave you this kind of punishment."

You were taken aback by his statement. Preparing yourself for this, you've decided to confess this one thing you've been hiding from him all these years.

"Fine, my secret is..."

"Is?" Scaramouche asked. He was curious about what secret you might hold.

"Is that, I've liked you since elementary...."

'What?' Scaramouche thought, a shocked expression painted on his face. He didnt expect this kind of secret, let alone something you've been hiding for years. To think that his feelings were returned by his beloved was the best thing he could ask for.

"Fine then, my turn."

You were getting anxious at the thought of rejection. You thought it was weird of you to just say it to him, but it's better sooner than later since you would become adults soon. You watched as Scaramouche took a deep breath and glanced at you longingly.

"I like you too, (Y/n)".

And there it was, the sentence you've longed for so long, the sentence you didnt think you would be hearing after years. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as you looked away, embarrassed.

Scaramouche thought you looked beautiful, at this very moment. How weird, wasn'tit? Both of you thinking so similarly and lovingly of each other but ending up hiding it in the end.

Scaramouche reached out to your chin and lifted it up, urging your face to look at his.

"Let's date then".

Your heart was beating so fast, it even skipped a few beats as if it were racing through time.

"I- um-... I don't know. What if-"

"Don't worry about that, nevermind".

You thought he was going to kick you out of his dorm room and avoid you at that moment, but it was rather more of something you absolutely didn't expect.

"I don't like you (Y/n)," Scaramouche stated unfinished, "I've grown to love you", he said with a comforting smile, one you've always adored. It was almost like he was glowing at that moment.

"Sleep beside me (Y/n), let's sleep together."

You nodded as you kept your head down in embarrassment as you laid down with him, your fingers intertwined with his.

"From now on, we're not some platonic childhood friends. We're lovers."

I'm back what's up bitches 💅💅

Request stuff please I want to write more

Maybe every weekend or smth I might get banned from electronic devices (again)

This was supposed to be just wholesome but I wanted to give you all a hearthrobbing read so-

See you again soon!

[the-gom-jabbar]

Dune Part 2: *Throws in multiple shots of Paul waking into the desert alone*

Dune Messiah Fans: *vibrating*

[omegalomania]

not to brag but i was about 7 feet away from joe trohman and his mic was turned up and his vocals were so crisp and clear and also pete came to our side of the stage to do the lick lick salute during sugar

[jhuzen]

give and take [m.reader]

happy birthday to our beloved ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ . i’m very glad i finished this just in time for his birthday. hehe. it’s a crime not to write for kuni. anyway, for coherence purposes, we call the wanderer by his first of many names. this is a very soft fic, purely self indulgent, very intimate. again another descender reader because you my dear, are otherworldly ;))

Kunikuzushi swears by his nonexistent heart that even as Scaramouche in his years of joining the Fatui did he not ever wear this much layers. He also swears that you’re doing this just to mock him, especially on sultry nights when he longs for nothing but your touch.

Yet his yearning becomes far more delayed than necessary as he watches you unbuckle leather straps of your very, very long boots, your many, many coats that just seemed to stack on top of another. Was it that cold back where you live? Surely it couldn’t compare to the Tsarita’s abode in Snezhnaya.

Many times even for a puppet like him who didn’t require sleep often fell into one when you would ask him to wait as you get ready for bed. Kunikuzushi was also sure you would wake up in the wee hours of the morning just so you can get ready. Why did your clothing require so much leather straps buckled for security? Were people always itching to tear away at your clothes when you’re off for work?

A deep scowl broke into his rather serene expression at the thought of the lowly creatures of this world and your world clawing at your pristine clothing, hoping to just catch a glimpse underneath those layers.

Kunikuzushi was really getting good at ticking himself off. Ah. No. None of it was his fault. The blame is all yours to shoulder. Even without your presence beside him, even when you’re worlds away, you still manage to find ways to tug at his heartstrings — often into melodies where his insanity and annoyance flares into an allegro, barely mellowing out until he sees your loving ( lovingly irritating, Kunikuzushi corrects) face.

Really, why must you always be busy with your work? Can’t you just be like the traveler that he would begrudgingly accompany — going on countless missions in search of their sibling. Why can’t you also just have a sibling that you must search for here in Teyvat?

He dreads the day you would suddenly take interest in other beings. And he can’t exactly keep track of the people that you meet in your own land. His surveillance is rather lacking and is only limited here in his world. All he has is your promise and the memories of your searing touches from a couple of nights before.

And the one thing that irks Kunikuzushi more than seeing you unfasten the tenth buckle in your clothing was the fact that he willingly gave his trust. Countless times he has told himself to never ever trust someone like you, someone who brings him a life full of sweet promises when all he has ever known was bitterness.

Yet you’ve breached his walls in more ways than one.

You provided heat on nights he was cold, when he needed that raw connection, you never once denied him that luxury. And when he had no heart, you gave him half of yours. You, of all people, worshipped by others, worshipped him and the ground he walked on. You waited on him hand and foot, ready to act when he asks.

Kunikuzushi’s gaze softened, perhaps its why he never demanded either to know where you go and never asked to tag along. You gave so much of yourself to him willingly and in the process, unbeknownst to him, he had also given himself to you. So much that he doesn’t feel the need to worry.

And in this sanctuary of yours that you call home — he was becoming a fixture in it. He finds himself around more even when you insisted he join the traveler when you’re away. Perhaps suddenly, the tides have changed, and now it was him who waits on you, at your beck and call, ready to do what you ask.

He’s heard countless people talk about relationships before, even when he was deemed as a kabukimono in his years of residing in Tatarasuna. Often times, he heard the words ‘give and take’, and only now is it slowly settling in. Five hundred-odd years later, he was finally understanding the crinkled smiles of the old lovebirds, the loving gazes of the newlyweds, and the bashful demeanors of young couples.

Though right now, love feels like a worm is crawling underneath his skin, itching with want to hold you, with the need to see and hear you.

And maybe it’s because he’s been good lately, that he’s slowly recuperating and recovering from his devastating actions as Scaramouche, but the fates have answered his yearning when he heard the door open.

Alas, he’s one to be cautious and stood up, ready to act if in fact it was an intruder — though he doubts it. You were revered so highly that he was sure even if you leave one single possession of yours out in the open, people would stray from it and build a shrine around it instead.

His tensed shoulders immediately dropped the moment he heard the familiar clicks the heels of your boots made against the hard floor of your home (‘Our home’, you’d correct him with a grin that could melt the cores of his insides).

He walked out of your shared room and took it upon himself to greet you in his own way. Only that when he did, he was met by you, who sluggishly leaned against the wall, diverting from your usual entrances upon your return from work.

“…You look terrible,” his tongue acted quick and Kunikuzushi desperately wished this fell into the line of those give and take moments the couples he met spoke of. Though the voice at the back of his head knew better.

Your eyes which held many stars in them that he refused to believe in before dimly glowed and it simply did not sit right with him. He hated the way you looked right now, eyes desolate of that spark that everyone including him admired you for.

“Ah… Kunikuzushi…” he also hated the way even with the crippling exhaustion you obviously had in your system, you still managed to muster a smile so filled with love just for him. “Sorry, I actually intended to surprise you yesterday.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he regarded your words, “It’s a surprise alright.”

“Haah… I should hope you let this one slide. I’ll try to surprise you tomorrow.”

“Spare me the torture,” he scoffed as he walked his way towards you, hands immediately latched onto yours as he pulled you inside your home effortlessly. “Have you eaten?”

He was glad he was built different or he would’ve toppled over with the way your frame slumped onto his for support. Slowly, his hands made its way to your back to support your weight.

“Hunger and sustenance is a societal construct that I wish to defy in my waking days.”

“Those waking days of yours will be long gone if you don’t cave into that societal construct. You’re not like me, [Name]. You need food.”

Your words were barely coherent at that point, “Can it wait until tomorrow? I haven’t eaten for two days at best. I will be alright.”

Poor Kunikuzushi could only balk at your words, completely baffled at your nonchalance of it even. He was quite sure that floating insect beside the traveler could barely go an hour without food, how in the many worlds were you even able to stand and comprehend things without food for two days?

And somehow you could read his mind. Effortlessly, you rose from his grip as new bouts of energy flooded through your system. Truly, being with him gave you the only strength you needed.

“I can go on for days without food, love. Though it definitely has diminished my independence from it. I should say, your delicacies are to blame.”

And despite his words earlier, you really were sometimes like him, unable to hold yourself accountable for the mundane things, always blaming him like how he blames you. For all the things that mean so little — like the way you smile and its correlation to the sudden giddiness he feels or the way he suddenly feels breathless with every graze of your skin against his.

Was this yet another situation of giving and taking?

Lost in his mind, Kunikuzushi barely processed how you pulled him with you into your shared room. And all of a sudden, he was faced with a brighter room. The walls were more saturated with color and he could not help but see the way the entire room managed to make you look so much better.

He almost felt his throat clog up at the way you led him in, and he couldn’t protest and only stepped inside. He has been practicing the many ways of submission in personality with Nahida, especially when she said it could greatly help his interactions with you. And while he refused to admit his need for help, even he himself could not deny it.

Kunikuzushi wanted to be better. Better for you and him and the seeds coming in bloom with every single moment you spend together.

“Love, do you mind?”

Suddenly he was pulled back into reality from his fantasies of you — completely not an unwelcome sensation as he gets to be with the real you instead of the you that lives in his head relentlessly.

Out of habit, his eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up, “Mind what?”

“Help me?” There was a spark of plea in your eyes and Kunikuzushi couldn’t fathom what you were asking for him. Only then did it become clear when you opted to spread your arms for him, letting your coat to the floor as another look from you beckoned him to come closer, “Undress me?” You finally asked.

Kunikuzushi wished he got your request before you could even voice it. With your sharp wit, you can connect the dots between your request and the way his face suddenly bloomed into a nice shade of flustered red.

How annoying.

He huffed yet complied, like always. He headed over to you and slowly unfastened the cape clasps that held the thick fabric you had. Honestly, why bother with the cape when you have a thick coat? A question he once had for you, only to be met with laughter for an answer.

(“It’s a fashion statement, love!” You would say so jovially, to which he would roll his eyes at.)

As soon as the clasp was done, he let the heavy cape fall down on the ground, adoring the way your suit just seemed to hug your figure despite being the outer layer of your grand clothing.

Subtly, his fingers traced against the embroidered patterns on your suit, often you told him that they told the stories of your sacred family, of the trials and tribulations you had to face before you were the man everyone adored. And somehow, Kunikuzushi could see it — how he only wishes you both had met sooner, so both of you wouldn’t have to face the scars you both now have.

He unbuttoned your suit with care, each button now he sees clearly, each had an insignia of your family, quite unfamiliar to his eyes but the closest he could describe it was a legless dragon with ruby red eyes.

“You know, one of these buttons I intend to replace with your mark embossed on them,” you suddenly claim and Kunikuzushi could see and feel the way his hands trembled against the last button.

He remained silent while you went on, “It’s a symbol of everlasting promise between family, friends, lovers.”

Off were the pesky suit and came on your waistcoat, plain in contrast to your grand suit. He was slowly stripping you of your clothing as you did with his dignity. Still, he persisted with sudden determination, and if he survives this, he can deem himself the strongest version of his self.

The waistcoat was off with less difficulty and he was tasked with yet another harrowing set of buttons from your dress shirt. How on earth do you survive with this much layers? This is all too concerning. Kunikuzushi really ought to see your world for himself.

The way you laughed prodded something at him as he hurriedly took off your dress shirt and was ultimately faced with the last two layers.

And suddenly Kunikuzushi felt as though the curtains should have been drawn to a close. Suddenly, he thought the way you looked was too good for anyone but him to see.

Underneath all that, you wore the one thing that did all the work for your back support — a corset snug and tight against your torso and under that was a white sleeveless top almost rivaling his black body suit with the way it seemed to cling onto you with no hopes of being pried (much like him on special nights).

He frowned and glared ahead of you, checking if there was any unsuspecting passerby that could see you through the bedroom window.

“Kuni,” you cooed so sweetly and his eyes were back on you. “Pay no mind to the rest. I’d like to have your eyes on me.”

Kuni scoffed, “I’m just checking. I don’t want anyone else seeing you in your most indecent form, you have a reputation to uphold.” His words were hollow and both you and him knew it was just a mere excuse, but you did little to refute it.

You always loved the way he would get possessive over you. And you yearned for his want for you just as much as he yearned for your attention on him.

“Worry little, beloved. I’d rather them see you and I like this than anything.”

“Shameless bastard,” Kunikuzushi hissed through his lips that you could see trembling.

You ignored the way he spat his words and only laughed, this time giving him your service.

His breath hitched as he felt your hands through his clothes, his tucked in robes slowly loosening as you slid them off his shoulders, exposing his flawless and creamy skin against the cold air of the room.

Your touch burned and it was addicting. Your fingertips lingering against the skin of his shoulder, the way you slowly caged him in your form, untucking the robes from his shorts to finally take it away. And unlike him you took care of his pristine clothes, taking it in your arms instead of letting it fall to the floor.

Kunikuzushi felt bare, not just because your actions but the way you made him feel. All of a sudden he felt seen — gazed at with so much love that he was deprived of and he could feel the trust that he knows you won’t betray any time sooner, or ever. After losing so much of himself, suddenly you came along to bring a piece of him back, except it was a piece of him that he can cherish and appreciate and truly love.

You were like the vision he received, taking the form of a god— no, a human.

Both of you were extraordinary in your own ways. You were an otherworldly being revered as a god and he was a puppet made for a god and to be one, yet this moment made you feel both so human, so fragile, and so, so soft.

He suddenly took note of the way your arms snaked into his tiny waist and the way he caved into your form, closing what little gap you two had before.

The way your skin grazed his made him feel tingly and he felt breathless for the nth time today. He swears he doesn’t have a heart, but suddenly his ears were ringing from the blood rush from his suddenly thudding chest, he swears he can’t feel anything but suddenly he was overcome with nothing but warmth and need, and he swears he could never find himself trusting you but suddenly he was pressed up against your body into complete submission.

Kunikuzushi loved you so much and he could only hope you were feeling what he was feeling in this very moment.

And maybe again, it was because he was learning to be better for you that the fates— no, that you answered his unspoken pleas this time.

You tilted his chin up with a hand so gentle and gave him a small smile that was so sweet. He couldn’t bring himself to return it, but the way his eyes screamed with so much want so earnestly was enough to give you the affirmation of how much he loved you.

You were courteous enough to lean in and press your lips against his and he quickly returned it, his arms finding their way around your shoulders. He kissed back like he needed you and you couldn’t have asked for more. Elation flooded through your veins. You my have brightened the room, but Kunikuzushi gave the warmth in it with his endearing subtlety in romancing you.

To give and to take — such a confusing concept; and yet this one, Kunikuzushi does so with ease when you’re around.

[sysig]

Old habits die hard all the way around (Patreon)

[xylerray]

Wandarer and Reader seeing each other for the first time again

Game: Genshin Impact

Character shown: Traveller, Paimon, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Reader

Authors note: OKAY OKAY HOLD UP SO I JUST READ A FAN FIC AND THE AUTHOR SAID I COULD USE IT FOR SMTH OWN AND I WAS LIKE „FUCK HELL YEAH“ SO IMMA DO THAT NOW. I WILL ALSO REPOST IT SO YOU KNOW WHATS GOING ON LMAO. And if I give you a gender or smth I am very sorry and also very sorry for grammar mistakes.

Inspiration from: @fruityvegetable THANKS A FUCKING LOT FOR THAT I JUST AHHHH CANT RN PLSSSS (can I get ur dc pls?)

„It‘s okay.“ the Traveller said. Then they explained to you in great detail who he was. Your eyes widen with every story they told. But then they said one thing „He is the son of the Raiden Shogun. A failed puppet.“ with just that it hit you. You jumped up from the seat on the bench. „MY LOVE THAT IS MY LOVE“ you screamed, already rushing after him. „Their what now?“ Paimon asked confused and in the next moment all three of you were looking for him. But you sadly couldn’t find him. After a whole day looking for him and not finding him you broke down. „How could I be THAT stupid. I didn’t even remember him. The one that tried to protect my little brother. The one that showed me the world.“ tears running down your face as your voice broke into many pieces. „This is all my fault. I am so sorry Traveller.“ The traveller answered:“it’s okay. He erased himself from the world. It is a wonder you remembered him. And when he finds out he‘ll cherish it I’m sure of that.“

In this night you hardly could fall asleep. Wanderer always crossed your mind and you judged yourself for not remembering him even more. „But I still love him… I will always do so…“ you whispered.

The next morning went sloppy for you. With almost no sleep you tried to get into your clothes somehow but didn’t quite manage to do that. You stepped out of your small apartment. The sun shining directly into you face, the sunshine’s feeling like the sun is screaming for the day to be good but for you nothing was good. You lost your one and only love. You did not remember him. How could you??? Why?????? You went to the meeting spot from yesterday hoping the Wanderer would cross this way once again. And after 2 hours waiting he did. But as soon as the little puppet noticed you he turned around and made a run from it. But this time you won’t let that happen. With the low energy you had you sprinted after him and pushed him down with you landing on him.

„What the hell? What are you thinking?!“ shouted the little man beneath you. You sat up and let him breath a bit. „I wanted to apologise, my love! I was so stupid! You are the most important person in my life and I just forgot you! I am for real a big disappointment. I am very sorry again.“ you stated, staring straight into his eyes. The failed experiment in front of you just sat there not even breathing. He admired you in the moment. „My love“ you still called him that. You…still loved him… „Dear?“ you tilted your head with a worried look on your face.

The next second was blurred out of you memory and your lips were one. Shocked you sat there until you gave in. Even if Scara seems to be bad at a lot he certainly gives the best passionate kisses. When you pulled away you only had eyes for his angry expression. „I thought I had lost you. Don’t give me such a freaking fright again ,understood moron?“ Scara scoffed. „Yeah sure my dear.“ you giggled

The Traveller and Paimon staring from far:“ if they won’t watch out, they will make children on the street.“ „TRAVELLER“

Hehe this is a lil rushed now I hope you still like it! Thanks for reading! Requests open!

Bye<3 Good morning/evening/night/day<333