#wanderer scaramouche

[azullumi]

trying different types of kissing with scaramouche?💔 like forehead, neck kisses, hand or anything at all....

“say yes to heaven” ; wanderer/scaramouche

summary — ultimately, he really does just want to be loved, behind the many layers of him to hide all that yearning and longing. but how can he say it when love, for him, was a synonym to forgiveness; alternatively, different kisses with him, with each one signifying a progressing relationship.

pairing — scaramouche/wanderer (w/ gender-neutral reader) ; could imagine this with either but i wrote this with wanderer in mind

tags — established relationship, fluff, a little bit of angst, not proofread, 1.1k ; ficlet

note — i needed an excuse to write a fic that is just all about kissing him and also comforting him (but still, i hope u like this nonnieee!!)

i. hand

You hold his hand and press small kisses on his knuckles, a little bit ticklish it was for him but he doesn’t retract. The feeling of it makes something in his chest ache with an unfamiliar sensation, and he knows it’s not his heart because he never had any.

You kiss the back of his hand, an intimate gesture, like devotion, like he was something—or someone—that should be adored.

“I am no god.” He was no deity to be worshiped so why are you so gentle to him? He wasn’t made of glass nor is he fragile; he was born from ashes of a burned home, he was carved out of war and winter storms and everything that you could ever pray against, he was a symphony composed of nothing but bad luck and conflicting melodies—he was not the kind people would choose to be around, much less adore.

And as if you bear a part of him in your mind, you understood what he was trying to say, could hear the questions that tormented him, could see the conflicted look on him as he looks at you with a gaze that seems to scrutinize your being when only he is looking for an answer. He tries to look for a crack, a gap in your expression, so that he can look through it and see what you’re really thinking.

“You don’t have to be one to be loved.” You press one last kiss on his hand just as you finished speaking, looking up to him. Indigo blue orbs met yours in a gentle gaze, eyes filled with affection only for the other to drown in. If he could put all that he was feeling, all that he was asking and seeking an answer to, into a simple word, it all condenses to: why?

“Do you still have doubts?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. He opens his mouth only to close it again, looking for the words that he should say but chose to be silent instead. And you smile—not a beaming grin nor a subtle paint on your features, but something gentle and comforting as if you’re assuring him: it’s okay, I understand you. I know you.

“You’re not unloveable.”

Loving him wasn’t the hardest thing to do, it came to you naturally as if breathing but the man thinks otherwise. A burnt child who loves the fire will only hear the fact that he is loveable, people just choose not to.

“How do you know that?” You know him well enough to hear the way his voice trembles at the effort to allow himself to be vulnerable. Long was the fall of the tall and formidable walls that he built around him.

“You’re not unloveable.” You repeat, taking hold of his fingers to kiss his hand once more. “Am I not enough proof of that?”

ii. forehead and cheeks

You cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead, an unspoken language of tenderness in which he took a long time to understand. When love and affection has finally been given to him after decades of yearning, he’s unsure of how to hold it in his hands—does he gently hold it with both? Every bit overwhelms him to the bone, the gratifying yet intense feeling seeps through his being and settles inside of him in a way that it slowly consumes the crevices of his mind, until all that is left of him is nothing but a starved man who only longs for the feeling of your skin against his own.

There was a flicker of warmth in his expression and he closed his eyes as he relished in your kindness, your hands cradling his cheeks with warmth that coaxed his entire existence, your lips pressing against his forehead softly. Then, you started to pepper his face with small kisses and the man could only surrender to your touch, a dance of vulnerability and intimacy as he crumbled into your hold.

No one has ever come this close to him (a closeness that was a stranger to the pages of his past, a tender note composed solely for him), no one and nothing.

You spoke, murmuring against his skin and close to his lips: “Sunshine.” Humor weaves through your tone, teasing the absurdity of the mismatched title and the man who wears it with subtle grace.

“Don’t call me that.” He snarks yet no bite. It’s ironically funny how you use that nickname on him despite him being the complete contrast of it; he stands as the living paradox of the word itself.

The sound of laughter bubbles up in your throat and you answer, “Why not? It suits you perfectly, don’t you think?”

What else should you call the man who grasps the warmth and tender light in his chest only the sun could give? To be with him was to sit in the autumn sunlight, to sleep in the comfort of your sheets when the rain patters against your window, to walk barefoot on the sand even if it feels like shards of glasses against your sole, to be with him was to simply exist; you’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul and he has never met anyone who had the stars in their eyes, and while you had the universe etched on the palm of your hands, he has your name engraved on his.

iii. lips

Your lips ghost against his own, albeit in a tantalizing manner, teasing and quite slow—but he wasn’t a patient man.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” He whispers and you don't waver at his straightforwardness, having been used to this note. There was no hostility in his tone, just pure and raw desperation and desire to feel you.

You could imagine the eye roll he would give you had he not had his eyes closed at the moment, could imagine the frown on his expression while he spoke and could imagine it faltering soon when you finally kissed him, slow as if to savor the softness of his lips and how it reminds you of spring; he could not properly express the warmth on his chest at the thought of how you love him when he still tasted of heartache and war.

You part from him but remained close, foreheads pressed against one another, breathing heavily, and looking into each other’s eyes. You wanted to tell him that you will find him in every lifetime, but the silence between you two was enough to convey such strong affections that you could hear him respond: And I will love you in each one.

(And he somehow finds himself thinking at the same, this is what he deserves. He’d do these, these vulnerable moments where he lays himself bare for you to touch and hold even if you’ll see the scars and cracks on his skin, the falling and getting hurt despite the fear, the burning and constant searching for something, he’ll do it all over again—if it’s you.)

If someone were to ask him what forgiveness tastes like, he would utter your name—everything that he has ever longed for came in the form of you. And he fears that this longing will last forever even while you’re here, that this longing will grow even when he crumbles to dust, that this longing will outlive this body and weave life into the earth that swallows your existence.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[nxiispire]

cw : sub!scara, gn!reader, c00chie eating hehehe

art credit: @/nokkusuart on twt !

i wanna eat scara’s pussy so bad

he’d be hesitant at first when you suggest it so you don’t push it, instead kissing him and using your hands like you usually do. But after that night he could help but keep thinking about what you had suggested, rubbing his thighs together every time he thought about your mouth licking him down there. So finally one day during a heated make out session, he finally gained the courage to ask you about it.

“umm, do you think we could maybe do the thing you suggested before?”. He was too embarrassed to just flat out ask ‘will you eat me out’, so he tried to dance around the subject.

Even though you had an idea of what exactly he wanted, you wanted to hear the words come straight from his mouth. So you acted dumb, asking him what exactly he wanted.

“uugh you know what i mean” he mumbled at you, frustrated that you wanted to embarrass him, but sensing that you wouldn’t give up he caved. “ Can you uh- lick me down.. there”.

You shivered, in his attempts to not embarrass himself, he unknowingly said something much lewder.

skip forward to when your in between his legs, kissing his inner thighs and licking oh-so near the place he needs you most. To shy to beg he thrusts his hips in the air, trying to find any sort of stimulation.

Finally you flattened your tongue and licked straight up his heat, humming as you taste his wetness. He yelps in surprise, unable to comprehend how good your mouth feels on him.

After warming him up with a few licks, you begin to fully eat him out, making sure to add extra pressure as you pass his clit. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull away from this intense pleasure or to lean into it, so he settled on bucking pussy into you mouth as he let out the cutest moans.

“aAah~ mmmhh shit feels s- so good!” he whined, fists gripping the sheets under him so hard that his knuckles turned white.

You groan into him as you begin to lick and suck his clit.

“AAahh,, yesyesyes! please i’m gonna” And before he can finish he lets out a high pitched moan as he gushes all over your tongue. He whimpers from overstimulation as you make sure to lap up all of his wetness. You caress his thigh as you lift your head up from between his legs, making sure to tell him how he did such a good job for you.

djejshudjwnsnwkkduf i need scara pussy fr i’m going insane

[qawcamiz]

flirty scara x insecured reader? like maybe self loathing themselves 😙

Glimpse — Scaramouche

Synopsis: You were nothing but an ordinary student, People never attempted to approach you, Until a certain Indigo-haired dude asked you out.

warnings: self-loathing, flirt attempts, offensive content, bullying, ooc, etc.

notes: agghsge I'm sosorryyy for being inactive 😭😭🙏🙏 I'll js fix the error tmrrrrr and if there's grammars my apologies im half asleep when i wrote this 🙂🙂

"y/n."

A voice called out from behind, startling you out of your thoughts. Veering around, your eyes locked with the Indigo eyes that were fixed on you, "Uh, Yes?" you asked, baffled.

It wasn't every time people would call out to you. In fact, No one attempt to chat with you unless they ought something. You'd probably be more surprised if someone spoke directly to you and it's happening, the person talking to you is known all over the school for their coldness and mindset. So you were kind of thrown when he began speaking to you.

"Be my partner."

Gasps can be heard throughout the room as students turn to look at the male who just spoke up, when he finished his sentence, your cheeks bloom red. It was not the statement you anticipated, especially from him, and you're kind of dumbfounded.

'He's probably just... Ugh.'

"Pardon?" you ask politely, though unsure about what his intentions are with this whole situation. "Did you not hear me? I want to be your companion for the upcoming task." He continues, giving you an expectant look which you fail to return because you're still trying to process what he'd said.

"Huh?! Scara~ Are you sure you want to be partnered with this— thing? Come on! Think twice!"

"Unless he lost to a bet?"

"Understandable."

"Right! He probably lost to a bet that's why he's asking y/n for their help, they don't even seem interested, Haha!"

"Seriously? Scaramouche and y/n? Is he just trying to get them a good grade by partnering with them?? That's stupid,"

The whispers around you grow louder as everyone starts to make fun of you for the current situation you're in.

"T-Thank you for the offer, really, But I'm certain I can work alone on our lesson," you say with an awkward smile, "Maybe you could just try asking someone else instead," you manage to say while staring into his pretty eyes.

"No way! Are they actually refusing Scaramouche?"

'What the fuck do you guys want me to do then?! You were just judging me a few seconds ago because he wants to pair up with me! And now that I'm rejecting his offer you're mad too?! Ridiculous!'

"they think rejecting him is cool! It's not like they ALWAYS get a partner, right?"

"They might reject him just for looking like this and making them feel inferior,"

"Poor Scaramouche! How can someone like them reject him?"

The students went on to talk as you tried to maintain yourself calm and steady despite all these comments, but unfortunately, all that did was cause you to start feeling a little tense. Not enough to go wild or anything. Just a tiny amount. You could still deal with the ridicule, but not enough to get furious at them,

Scaramouche grimaced at the crowd of students who were talking about you while you were staring at the floor, Making them look away,

He picked up your bag off the ground and threw it over his shoulder, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the classroom with him. You didn't resist as he dragged you outside, ignoring everyone calling after him as they watched him go.

Once you two left the room, he eventually let go of your hand and kept walking. You followed behind him, keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't until he stopped in front of you and uttered, "Apologies for dragging you here against your will, and well- drawing attention onto us," he says awkwardly, scratching his neck with his free hand as he looked around,

"Also, it's not every time I do requests. I wish to be your partner for the project. we have mutual chemistry and I believe that working together would benefit both of us," he said grinning,

You blinked rapidly a few times, not knowing how to respond to such a sincere statement,

"...You're aware that bunch of people out there desire to have you as their partner for this right? I mean I am glad and surprised that you're inviting someone like me but you don't have to push yourself!" you respond nervously, fiddling with your fingers before rubbing your hands to keep from getting too nervous.

"Look, I won't force you. You can simply say no, you're only saying that because you care about what people think, Right?" he asked.

He stared at you for a moment. Then he grabbed your chin, making you meet his intense eyes. You gasped slightly at the contact, then relaxed after a second. "Just do whatever feels right to you, okay?" He sneered.

Your face flushed again as you nodded shyly at him. He smiled lightly at you before releasing your chin and letting go of your hand,

"Okay..."

—

After a few days, You've gotten closer to Scaramouche, everyday he would go to you and walk you home, helping you study in class and even hanging out at lunchtime.

it also took you a bit to realize that you were starting to develop feelings toward him, Who wouldn't? With his handsome features paired with his cold demeanor, plus that cute laugh of his whenever he speaks, you're sure to fall in love with him sooner or later, no matter how hard you try not to.

The earlier morning he asked you to hang out with him at the park near your house so you agreed, and now you're walking with Him beside you. It was quiet between you two, as you weren't much of a chatterbox.

The silence is mostly comfortable, though you felt your heart beating faster than normal, which made you panic slightly. Why is your heart beating this fast? Maybe you're sick!

You shake the thought away, it's probably nothing... "You alright?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head slightly as if noticing you panicking a bit before shrugging.

You nod quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea! I'm fine, Sorry, Don't you think it's gotten cold? It's not even winter yet—"

Your rambling stops abruptly as you felt his arm move across yours to hold your hand tightly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so, instead of making absurd excuses," he grinned at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly,

"T-That's not—" you stutter. Your ears start burning from embarrassment. You really shouldn't let his charm affect you that easily. Or maybe it was just the way his touch felt so warm and inviting?

"What's that? Do you also want to kiss me? Now aren't we getting ahead of ourselves a little early?" he smirked down at you, leaning forward until you were nose to nose,

"I didn't even say anything— I wasn't going to!" You argued back, taking a step back from him as he chuckled.

His laugh was nice to hear, "Go ahead, I might let you." He whispered in an amused tone. The smirk remained on his face as he leaned forward again, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek, "Are you blushing?" he teased gently stroking it with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.

Your body was heating up, it felt warm and tingly from all those butterflies suddenly fluttering around in your stomach, and your cheeks felt flushed due to his closeness. It was weird and uncomfortable how he had made you feel all flustered and embarrassed. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply closed your eyes, allowing your cheek to be caressed while his breath tickled your ear,

You felt his lips brush against yours and your heart began racing again. His thumb moved from your cheekbone and rested itself over your lips before moving slightly and softly kissing them. Your eyes flew open in shock. You stood there, frozen and completely dumbfounded as your heart rate increased drastically in both speed and volume,

"There, I kissed you." He snickered down at you, his voice low and smooth. His voice sends shivers down your spine and you blush more.

You shook your head slightly and cleared your throat before smiling at him,

"Right!" That was all you managed to mutter back.

You looked back at him for a second, then averted your gaze toward the ground once more. You couldn't believe that you got kissed by someone like Scaramouche! you didn't have any idea how to react.

but, to be fair, most girls would jump at the chance to kiss him when they first saw him, so you weren't complaining.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers. You glanced down at your interlaced hands, then back up at him in confusion, "Are you fine with this?" he asked, looking at you curiously.

"Mhm! No worries." You nodded quickly as you started to walk, but hesitantly intertwined your fingers with his, causing his grin to widen.

"But... If any chance s-someone you know strolled by— we can quit holding hands, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends..." you mumbled, feeling his hand squeeze yours tighter.

"If someone I know happened to catch a glimpse of us, I'd pull you extra close."

[pettyrgeo]

BREAKING NEWS : local brat gets kissed by his two loving parents ; retaliates in the most BRUTAL way !!!!! (rejection)

[cherry-froggie]

don't be jealous~ [headcanons]

summary — Headcanons for various Genshin characters' reactions to jealousy, and the need for you to reassure them of your love.

characters — wanderer, zhongli, xiao

notes - this is for my homies that are feeling like they deserve the love these characters give because YES I HEAR YOU ME TOO MAN ME TOO i wanted to make all the characters at once but i just CAN NOT AAAA I'm tired ill finish it another day

NEXT - al haitham, childe, ayato, albedo, diluc

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

WANDERER

"Jealousy? What a worthless emotion. It brings nothing but trouble, so just ignore it."

He followed his own advice, doing his best to suppress this emotion. However, he is aware of the inevitable truth that he cannot run from his feelings indefinitely and eventually will reach a breaking point, as he cannot keep them contained inside him.

If you speak of anyone he's jealous of, he either feigns ignorance or delivers a nonchalant remark about them. It is all but a mask he uses to conceal his underlying feelings and sidestep acknowledging them.

He would sooner wish to be struck by lightning than yield so much as a single word of confession. Even if you were to get down on your knees and bow your head so low that it was nearly touching the ground, not even a single syllable of admittance would escape his lips. His determination to keep his jealousy secret is unwavering, maintaining his façade of composure no matter what.

Despite his attempts to conceal it, it becomes blatantly present in his gestures, sometimes not even of a subtler nature. Nothing can be masked forever. Whenever you are facing away from him, he'll likely throw annoyed and spiteful looks at the one he's envious of. It doesn't matter if they're looking or not.

Should Nahida pick up on his emotions before anyone else, she may lightly scold him. Eventually, Wanderer may turn to her and open up about his jealousy through an angry rant, allowing him to relieve the pent-up emotions he has been suppressing.

As time passes, you may begin to detect a shift in Wanderer's behavior, and upon realizing the source of his emotions, the best course of action would be to approach the issue head-on. Despite his efforts to keep his jealousy concealed deep within his soul, a simple hug and assurance will bring Wanderer the comfort he seeks.

The Wanderer stood in silence, lost in your embrace. He could feel your breaths becoming one as he touched his forehead with yours and closed his eyes. Your love and warmth were tangible things that he could hold on to. "Do you really think anyone else could take your place in my heart?" You said, reassuring him that not even Celestia could take you away from him, silencing the jealousy that once roiled within him.

"Would you like to go out tomorrow? Maybe go for a walk?" His smile grew wider - spending an entire day with you, just the two of you, was more than he could have ever hoped for. He replied merrily, "A walk would be nice," delighted at the prospect of spending time with the one he treasured.

The thought of walking through the dense forest of Sumeru hand-in-hand with you made his heart race. He envisioned the rustling of leaves underfoot, the scent of pine and earth in the air, and the feeling of your fingers intertwined in his own. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come, to finally talk to you without worry, to bask in your presence and hold your hand.

ZHONGLI

"Jealousy is a common and natural feeling, but it can be difficult to manage. It may either enslave you or inspire you to strive."

Zhongli acknowledges his feelings rather quickly. Despite the often negative connotations associated with this emotion, he recognizes its presence within himself.

He chooses to keep these feelings to himself, not wanting to harm those around him with them. Instead, he takes time for self-reflection, using personal moments to better understand his feelings and work towards improvement.

If needed, he will take long walks along the Yaoguang Shoal coast. To him, this is the best way to reflect on himself. It is the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks, combined with the waves lapping upon the shoreline, which helps in bringing a sense of serenity to his mind and clearing his head, helping to bring him the utmost peace of mind that he craves and desires, and most certainly needs.

Maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, Zhongli avoids acting on motivations driven by envy or greed. He seeks a quiet solution to address any jealousy concerns within his relationships, although it may not be as obvious or straightforward. In hopes of comfort, he looks towards you to confirm whether your affection and loyalty to him remains steady and unshaken.

Clear communication and understanding are most important to him, and he values the deep connection he shares with you. If you held true love towards him, he believed that he should express his feelings and speak transparently without causing himself the slightest bit of anxiety or stress.

You were sitting together at Heyu Tea House, watching the stunning gold sunset that unfolded right before your eyes. The air around you has filled with a serene ambiance thanks to the calming sounds of crickets chirping and the rustling leaves in the soft breeze.

Zhongni took a deep, fulfilling breath and locked his sight with yours, his eyes showing a deep care and affection for you, "My dear, I have been feeling rather disturbed lately," he said, his voice calm and composed.

You reached out to take Zhongli's hand, your expression softening. "Oh? What's on your mind, my love?"

Zhongli carefully rested his teacup on the table. Without taking his gaze away from it, he spoke. "I've been feeling a bit left out lately as I see someone else occupying much of your attention. I understand they hold a special place in your heart, and I do not wish to come between that," Zhongli continued, his voice steady. "But at the same time, I cannot help but feel envious of the time and attention they receive from you."

You nodded, your eyes filled with understanding. You took a refreshing sip out of your herbal tea, enjoying the serene moment and the relaxing warmth it provided you. "I appreciate your honesty, Zhongli. But I assure you nothing compares to my love for you." You gazed deeply into his eyes and as he relaxed his shoulders and the tight feeling in his chest disappeared, he let out a laugh that spread a broad smile on your face, a warm feeling and happiness growing in both your hearts. You proceeded to enjoy the rest of the evening together, feeling more intimate than before.

XIAO

"The feeling of jealousy is a source of torment, rooted in anger, greed, and resentment. It's an emotion that poisons the mind and corrupts the soul."

Xiao's love and devotion to you are unyielding, and he will do anything to keep you safe. He remains loyal and never leaves your side, intent on watching over you constantly to protect and care for you. From time to time he could be spotted a significant distance away, keeping the closest eyes upon you that he can whilst remaining out of sight of people he deems untrustworthy or suspicious.

Xiao's feelings of love and protection are not restricted to physical presence but also extend to being together always. He yearns for nothing more than to forever remain with his beloved, existing in the confines of their private world to keep them both away from reality, especially when he sees someone he's envious of spending a meaningful amount of time with you.

Xiao will have many conversations with Zhongli, attempting to understand the situation and better comprehend what he is feeling, whether or not the person he is so envious of is dangerous, or whether he should intervene to protect and shield you from any possible harm or danger.

Zhongli would reassure him that everything was alright most of the time, bestowing comfort and respite to Xiao that was, unfortunately, only temporary and for fleeting moments.

Despite Zhongli's kind and calming words, Xiao would remain cautious and on edge, always keeping a watchful eye over you to ensure your safety. While his mind may have slowed down and calmed to a certain extent, he would be unable to fully relax and lower his guard.

He'll go to great lengths to protect you, including fighting and killing, and stop at nothing to keep you safe. However, this also results in him becoming more aggressive in times of jealousy. The spirit of battle overpowering his consciousness and dominaing his mind and thought process. In turn, this causes him to become more reckless and oblivious to the danger and pain that awaited him on the battlefield as he charges recklessly into danger, heedless of all warnings.

Due to his sheer carelessness, Xiao would return home with even more wounds each day. Eventually, after seeing the dire nature and extent of his grievous injuries, you would ask what was causing all these issues.

Xiao slowly shuffled into the room, his body covered head to limb in bruises and cuts from his recent battles. You rushed over, immediately seeking to offer your aid. These past few days, Xiao had returned home with more bruises each day, and this and been plaguing your mind for too long.

"Xiao, what happened to you? You've been coming home with more bruises each day," you spoke softly, grabbing the small medical kit from the nearby table.

He sighed, walking around as if his injuries were a part of his natural frame and existence, "Just some carelessness, I assure you," he replied, a hint of tiredness forming on his face. His head was lowered slightly as he spoke.

This was not like him at all, you feared something else was at play, something deeper was happening, although you were completely unsure what. Your mind and gut instinct were giving you a gut feeling, a strong feeling, that there was something else going on.

"Why have you been so reckless?" you asked, once again, this time with a more serious and stern tone.

"There's simply just something on my mind…" the thought of being truthful and honest about his feelings ran through him, but he feared that he might have to swallow his pride.

However, in the dim light of the flickering moon, your shining eyes caught his eye and sparkled, deep and rich with love staring back at him. At that moment, Xiao took a deep breath, his mind full of nothing else besides your stare and the thoughts inside of him. "I see someone else occupying much of your attention," he spoke, his voice low and soft, barely heard beyond the silence of the room. "We haven't spent as much time together as we used to either," he spoke, this time with a hint of sadness in his tone.

You put down the medical supplies, taking hold of his hand with yours, then pulling him into a comforting hug. Your soul was filled with sorrow, and your tone when you spoke sounded both kind and caring. You held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and whispered his name. Your heart ached for him, and the pain he was feeling was palpable. You couldn't believe that he had been struggling with these feelings for so long, and you felt guilty for not noticing earlier. You held him tighter, hoping to ease some of his pain and insecurity. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you pushed them away, not wanting to upset him further. Instead, you took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the comforting scent of his skin, and whispered again, "I promise you, my love, you have nothing to worry about. You have all of me, forever." You felt him relax in your arms, and you held each other in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Xiao felt a sense of relief as the weight of jealousy was lifted from his chest. The tightness in his heart had been a constant companion for far too long, but now it was finally starting to ease. He looked up from the ground and locked his gaze with yours, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace once more. He held you tightly, feeling your warmth and comfort seep into him.

You could feel his heart beating against your chest, and it was as if the rhythm was slowly calming down. You ran your hand through his hair, trying to soothe him. He was finally starting to relax, and you could feel the tension in his muscles ease as well. "I promise to be more careful in the future," he whispered, holding you closer.

As the night wore on, you both sat shoulder to shoulder, watching the clouds slowly disappear and the stars twinkle in the sky. The moon's weak glow cast a soft light over everything, illuminating the world in a peaceful, calming way. You both sat in silence, enjoying each other's company and the beauty of the night.

The weight of the world seemed to have lifted from both of your shoulders, and you felt a sense of peace that you hadn't experienced in a long time. You snuggled closer to Xiao, feeling content and happy in each other's arms. The night was perfect, and you both felt as if everything was finally right in the world

"xiao's part is so long" YES MY ONE AND ONLY MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YOU CAN GET THE BIGGER ONE

im sorry i will behave

I HAVE RETURNED THO i hope this was worth it now GOODNIGHT MY PEOPLE NEXT TIME THERE WILL BE MORE KISSABLE CHARACTERS

[kiki-gorse]

I'm beginning to wonder if Xamaran's words might in relation to scaramouche/wanderer

The first one seems to refer to the idea of forbidden knowledge, but the next two scream of Scara.

Ambrosia was the food of the gods in Greek mythology, and in some tellings could grant morals divinity. I'm wondering if "ambrosia" in this case is a stand in for "divine knowledge" which we know is what the sages were trying to feed Scara to turn him into a god.

But it's the last line that makes me think, Scaramouche has definitely faced the "desolation of wandering" and now Nahida has basically put him in time-out so he can think about what he's done, he might come out with the ability to "brave the wilderness" hence his new title of "Wanderer".

Anyway this is just me trying to connect two of my favourite babygirls, Scaramouche and Xamaran together!

[seyakoitzu]

" You were my fourth betrayal;

You betrayed the expectation that you were gonna be like everyone else. But you stayed. "

- Wanderer ( Genshin Impact )

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[azullumi]

Adopting a Kitty with scara???

Take your time, and thank you.

(may i ask, do you allow anons like "🛌 anon"?)

summary — you tell him about your wish of adopting a kitten.

pairing — wanderer/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, could be modern au but also could be not, established relationship ; scenario/headcanons

words — 782

note — i didnt know if i should go for a headcanon or scenario format so i ended up doing both. anyways, to answer your question, yes i allow anons like that! :DD

“It looks grumpy.”

He says as he stares at the dark-furred kitty paired with dark eyes which also stared back at him. It just feels like the two beings are having a staring-contest and seeing who will dominate in terms of not blinking for a long time and the sight for you was quite… amusing and entertaining—seeing the seemingly mature man fight an animal that is significantly smaller than him.

You couldn’t help but sigh at puerile antics being displayed in front of you.

What made you end up in this situation? Well, it all happened like this—

"Let's get a cat."

When you brought up the idea to him, he was bewildered—leaning more on confusion—because why? What made you suddenly decide to get one as you two are cuddling up in bed while the night is silent and the cold is loud?

“Why?”

Going into a brief silence, you thought of what your reasons were for bringing that subject up. Honestly, you didn’t have anything in mind, maybe it was just a spur of the moment thought but your desire to get a cat is really taking over you. Small paws, fluffy tails, cute ears, images of adorable kitties formed inside your head which amplifies your reasons and love for them.

“I don’t know, do I need a reason? I just find them cute and I want one.” You say, shrugging your shoulders before snuggling closer to him. “So, let’s get one. Let’s adopt a cat, please?”

Your voice, pleading and soft against him, made his heart flutter and seemingly turned him into mush. God, how could he even deny you? Who even in their right mind could turn down someone like you, beautiful and lovely? Definitely not him, completely not him who cherishes you so much he would do anything that will make you happy.

“...You know you didn’t have to ask for my permission or anything, right?”

“I was just making sure.” You couldn’t help but smile once you got his approval, raising your head to look up at him with eyes glistening and sparkling with delight, and you didn’t notice how his face softened and how adoration seeped into his features once he gazed at you.

“Even if I say no, you’ll still probably get one anyways.”

“You really do know me but still, I just wanted to let you know and ask you at the same time. I don’t want you getting angry or anything just because I didn’t get to tell you.” You caressed his cheek with your hand and he leaned against your touch, feeling the lovingness your touch emits more closer to him.

“Why would I even get mad? I could never get angry at you, always remember that.”

“Swear?”

He presses a kiss on your lips, a quick and fleeting one before responding, murmuring against your mouth as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Swear.”

—So now, you are here in this situation, amused by the behavior of the two in front of you that looks like they are mirroring each other.

“Doesn’t it look like you though?”

“Nonsense,” He says, averting his gaze but looking back at the cat once again who continues to stare at him and he added: “...Nonsense.”

You chuckle upon witnessing his reaction before deciding that this is the cat that you want to adopt, the one that you wish to get for you and for him.

BONUS HEADCANONS

You didn’t expect that the similarities between him and the cat isn’t only limited to their appearances but also in how they act, both of them are moody and grumpy. It’s like you just got a clone of him but in an animal version and you’re not complaining because seeing him and the cat interact with each other is so entertaining.

The name of it? You gave it a cute one and he calls it with an ugly nickname he made up in his head and every time he calls him—the kitten—with that, you just roll your eyes and let him be.

When you spend more time with the cat than him, he gets jealous although you wouldn’t notice it at first up until later when he’s showing signs of irritation and being more clingy to you—it is when you will realize what he is truly feeling and you’ll end up having to placate or appease to him.

He does love and care for the animal though with the way he buys it treats, toys, and everything for it, he just doesn’t admit it to himself. You’ll just have to wait for him to warm up and eventually, you’ll find him asleep together with the cat on the couch, treating the kitten like it's his own child.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[caladriusss]

bonus stupid little doodle before i go to bed

[kitkaloid]

smallest mom in the world. very quick colors on a very old sketch

[pettyrgeo]

The Cousins (tm)

Part 3 of Sumeru Cast Found Family AU.

Bonus :

[cherry-froggie]

the forgotten puppet

pairing — scaramouche/wanderer x gn!reader

notes — spoilers for the scara's story and part of sumeru's archon quest!! this will have multiple parts! i don't know how long it will be, but, if you like it, be sure to stick around! :) I'll update each post to include the last and next post whenever it's released!

summary — upon discovering Scaramouche's true nature as a puppet, Il Dottore and Sandrone collaborated to create their own puppet weapon, one capable of rivaling the power of a god. and so, you were born. however, you have not lived up to their expectations. despite this, Scaramouche remains by your side, as he is familiar with the feeling of being discarded. until one day, he leaves and does not return, leaving you to wonder what occurred.

words — 1,9k

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As you awaken from slumber, you can feel the cold, hard floor beneath you, the roughness of the stone causing discomfort on your skin. As you attempt to sit up, you are met with resistance from strings attached to your limbs, holding you in place.

You had just regained consciousness after another experimental procedure conducted by Il Dottore. You're met with his disappointed expression, a result of your inability to resist excessive pain and injuries. If he had not played a role in your creation alongside Sandrone, he would have assumed you were simply a more resilient human than most.

To you, it seems unfair that they blame you for your weakness. Your days are filled with experiments and tests, as they try to perfect you and your abilities. They push you to your limits, ignoring your cries of pain and exhaustion. All that matters to them is that you become the perfect weapon for the Fatui.

Suddenly, the strings restraining you loosen, causing you to collapse to the ground, but with no strength to rise.

The Doctor lets out a disappointed grunt before he steps away from the table and exits the room. As he passes Scaramouche on his way out, you realize that the latter had been observing the entire procedure, not by choice, but as part of his assigned duty to care for you for being another puppet.

Scaramouche lowers himself to one knee and extends his hand to you. "Come on, we have things to do."

You accept his assistance and get back on your feet, following him to the room your assigned room, which is little more than a dark enclosure with no windows, cluttered with various papers and metal scattered on every shelf and across the floor. It serves as a place to keep you contained and away without requiring active supervision.

"You should rest in here for a while, we'll be heading out to a training room after this." Scaramouche plays with a piece of scrap metal he found in the room, fixing his gaze on you. "I won't go easy on you, so you better be prepared. If you're not cautious, I'll turn you to dust."

Your eyes widen with fear at the possibility of disappointing the Harbingers again, but Scaramouche finds amusement in your reaction, "Relax, I'm not being serious." he adds with a grin.

For the next 20 minutes, the sound of footsteps and conversation from outside fills the room, accompanied by the noise of metal and paper being thrown around by the 6th Harbinger, who is keeping himself occupied by examining various abandoned or forgotten projects created by Sandrone.

Then, an agent opens the door, informing that the 7th Harbinger was waiting in the training room for a match against Scaramouche, as you have yet to defeat him in battle.

The Marionette stood behind the one-way glass wall, observing you with a critical eye. Despite watching your progress for the past five months, she was dissatisfied with your lack of improvement.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room as Il Dottore arrived. "Their performance has not improved in months," She remarked, turning to the Harbinger beside her. "At this rate, they will not be useful for much longer."

Il Dottore nods, his expression grave. "I agree. They lack the necessary fire and drive to be a true weapon worthy of countering a god. It's a shame, really. I believed they could have been something special."

Sandrone sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know what to do with them anymore. They're just not living up to their potential."

The Doctor frowns, a thoughtful look on his face. "Perhaps we're expecting too much of them."

She raises an eyebrow, a hint of interest in her voice. "What do you mean?"

"It is possible that they have reached their limit." Dottore casts a glance towards you through the glass, deep in thought. "If that is the case, it may be necessary to enhance their capabilities through modification. If these efforts prove fruitless, it would not be an issue to shut them down and use their components elsewhere."

Her expression softens, a look of understanding crossing her face. "I see what you mean. I'll take care of it."

The 2nd Harbinger nods, a small smile appearing on his lips. "This is an opportune moment to commence the transformations. Scaramouche will be accompanying me to Sumeru for the foreseeable future, and if all goes well, we will not return so soon. However, another one of my clones will still be present here." His smile widens. "If you encounter any issues with them, you know where to find me."

"Understood," Sandrone replied, before approaching the panel filled with buttons and deactivating the light source in the area you and Scaramouche were in. You were knocked to the ground before you could understand why the lights had been turned off. When you reach the floor, a bright light shines through the door. The Marionette approached you with a falsely pleasant smile on her face. "I believe we have completed sufficient testing at this time. It is time for you to return to your designated quarters."

Scaramouche watched as Dottore and Sandrone left the room, leaving you alone on the cold, hard floor. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his chest as he watched them walk out the door. Something about their conversation didn't sit right with him. They looked too calm after the disaster that was the training session.

He quickly moved to check up on you, concerned that he may have pushed you too far. Without hesitation, he turned you onto your back and called out to you.

You were unable to tear your gaze away from the emptiness above, overwhelmed with feelings of worthlessness and fear of being discarded. An intense pain in your chest consumed you, causing you to feel as if you wanted to give up and escape before things could get any worse.

However, you were trapped in a place that you were unfamiliar with, unsure of where most of the doors led.

As you lay there, you felt a warm liquid running down your cheek and your vision became blurry. You began to silently cry, unable to make any sound. All you could say was, "I don't want to be discarded," as you turned your head to look at Scaramouche pleadingly.

The Harbinger standing next to you paused, knowing the cause of your distress. He knew that the experiments being conducted on you were taxing, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for you. He let out a sigh, his expression troubled. He cleaned the tears falling on your cheeks with his hands, giving you a sad smile. "I know how you feel. I've been in your position before. But a puppet doesn't define who we are. We're more than that." He puts his hands on your shoulders. "So don't let them make you feel weak. That's what they want you to believe. You just need to find your potential, and I'll help you find it, I promise."

You looked at him, unsure of what to believe. But the sincerity in his eyes gave you hope. Maybe there was a way for you to be more than just a weapon. Maybe there was a way for you to truly live in another way.

"Come on," he said, standing up and offering his hand to you. "You should go back to your room."

You were taken to your room to rest alone for the rest of the night, meditating to pass the time. Even though you tried your best to not think about anything, he kept coming back to invade your thoughts, the words he spoke echoing through your mind.

Scaramouche. He was the only one who had ever shown you any kindness in this place, even if it wasn't worded the best way. You knew he cared more about you than anyone else inside this prison.

You remembered the last thing he said before leaving your room, "This had been going on for too long, and I can't pretend like I can watch it happening right before my eyes. It's sickening." He said, turning to the door, "Tomorrow morning, the first thing is to get you out of here before anyone notices. Be ready."

If what he said was true, then this was your chance to change your life and get away from the constant pain and suffering you had endured ever since you had first woken up.

You prepared your mind for what was going to happen.

As Scaramouche closed the door behind him, he was confronted by the second Fatui Harbinger, Dottore. "Scaramouche, the time has come. We are headed to Sumeru City," Dottore announced.

However, Scaramouche interrupted him, "No, I have other matters to attend to at the moment."

Dottore chuckled with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, do tell. I will assign someone else to take care of it, as this is quite urgent."

Scaramouche hesitated, unsure of how to respond or how to convince Dottore to let him even for just a few more minutes. "It's nothing, as long as we return quickly it won't matter," he replied.

Dottore raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "I see. Well, I hope your 'matters' won't distract you during our visit to Sumeru. You know as well as I do that we cannot afford to let this opportunity slip through our fingers."

Scaramouche's thoughts raced as he struggled with what to do. He knew he couldn't reveal the truth to Dottore - that he couldn't bear to leave the puppet in their fragile state. But he also couldn't let Dottore see just how much he cared for them.

"I understand," Scaramouche said, his voice steady.

"Then we should not waste any more time," Dottore declared, and the two set off toward Sumeru City.

The next morning, you got startled by rapid footsteps approaching your room. You sat up as the door swung open and Sandrone stepped through.

"It's time for some modifications," she said, a cold, clinical look in her eyes. "Come with me."

Your heart sank as you realized what was happening. You hoped that this day would never come, and you had hoped that it wouldn't be for a long time. You had hoped that you would be able to prove yourself and earn their trust before they decided to turn you into something different.

But as you followed Sandrone down the sterile, dark corridors, you knew that it was too late for that. You were just a tool to them, and if you weren't useful, you would be discarded.

Then, was all that talk about running away just a lie?

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[kiki-gorse]

I die a little everytime I see his blue colour scheme, but I'm choosing to look on the bright side and now are seeing it as him and kazuha having a Red VS Blue anime rivals aesthetic

[foxdoodles]

such a thing as freedom