#wanderer x reader fluff

[galazry]

Do you really view me as your older brother?

pairing: big brother's bestfriend!Wanderer x gn!reader genre: modern au, fluff content: he's your big brother's best friend who you may or may not have a crush on, but it seems like he only views you as a little kid... word count: 512 a/n: based on the CN Drama "Hidden Love" episode 15. there's also an animation for this! and... maybe there's a surprise underneath as well ;) also i know Wanderer is inazuman so let's pretend the reader is of Li Yue descent, okay? 😁

"[Y/N], here for you. Make sure you study hard for your exams, alright?"

"Mm... okay 哥哥."

Wanderer is your older brother's best friend, who you refer as 哥哥(older brother). Over the years, you've grown attached to him, harbouring an innocent crush on the man who has a 5 year gap with you. You did everything you could to get his attention and stay close to him, even planning to enroll in a college in his hometown. Although, as time went on, it seemed that Wanderer only viewed you as a little kid, occasionally calling you 小朋友(kiddo), and nothing more.

With that in mind, you decided to move on from him, doing all you could to avoid any interaction with him. It became all the more easier to avoid him when he graduated and moved back to his home town.

Although fate had a different plan in mind.

You still enrolled in the college in his hometown though to your luck, you never did once met him. Until one day, as you were out partying with your friends, you stumbled upon your darling 哥哥. As if nothing had changed between you both, he teased you asking why you had been ignoring all his text and has never even once called him. You only gave an excuse of being busy as your answer, which he didn't really take. Even so, Wanderer lets that slide.

He was actually really glad to see a familiar face in his hometown. Unbeknowst to you, he actually didn't have anybody there and is oblidged to stay to settle a certain debt. From then on, he continued to pester and tease you, and looking out for you like he always does.

As the days go by, even though you initially wanted to move on from him, it was getting harder to do so as you both constantly meet up. Little by little, your feelings for him resurface. Though it seemed like he still treats you like a little kid, even when you're a legal adult attending college.

Who knew that after one eventful day, he suddenly grew feelings for you, his best friend's younger sibling.

On the day of your birthday, Wanderer had invited you to his home, celebrating your special day on the rooftop together. As you both enjoyed the city night lights, a gentle breeze blew as he asked you a question.

"You always call me 哥哥 (older brother). Do you really view me as your brother?"

You were a bit taken aback by the sudden question. Avoiding his gaze, you fiddled with the fork in hand. All these years, even though you've sworn to forget about your innocent crush towards him, all the repressed feelings came back full force. Despite that, it wasn't like you were going to confess that you have feelings for him...

"Of course, I do consider you my brother."

Silence then enveloped you both, only the sound of running cars in the distance accompanied in the background. Before you could get another word out, Wanderer then exhales softly, before saying...

[staarri]

𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨 — 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

c.  scaramouche

character(s) are friends with reader, gn!reader, angsty-ish, scaramouche is still in the fatui, this is a work of fiction

      fluff     ,    love letter     .      word count : roughly 0.9k

t. @aventurne @tragedy-of-commons @yvnaology @nyoomiin

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s busy, constantly busy, awake even during the most ungodly hours of the night and constantly rubbing at his eyes from his exhaustion. It’s no surprise the Fatui are overworking him again. What’s funny is that he’s sitting at his desk, a pile of papers on the right side–all reports from his underlings–were unnoticed; all of it, even the chirping of the birds as the sun rose and showed the start of a new day, Scaramouche was stuck on a piece of paper in front of him with the words that reads, To my dearest.

There's no way he can capture your beauty on a cheap piece of parchment . He should’ve bought something expensive instead, like a new set of clothes he thinks you’ll like. But lately you’ve just seemed so distant. He needs to reach you somehow. You’ve been driven away by the lies his mouth spills and now, he’s suffering with the consequences, and not once will he ever say it to you, but he needs you to stick with him while he tries to better himself.

So here he is: a fountain pen in hand, wasting his time with something so.. childish. Who writes letters anyway, isn't it something you did as a child towards someone you liked? 

Call him a child then. Call him old-fashioned, traditional, and in love. Call him whatever you like, because in the end he’s yours, and he’s always been. 

He’s let his thoughts linger for too long and suddenly it's 7 am. His eyebags have never been worse and his mind is tired, not from his job, but from this stupid letter he’s made no progress on. To my dearest should be good enough, right? I mean, you were easy to please. He was sure that it would be more than enough for you. 

How tiring. He says, mindlessly scribbling on the paper, jet-black ink scattered all throughout and splattering around the words. Was he angry? Not at all. Frustrated, yes, but for a good reason–to think he did this just because you two were friends was infuriating. Shouldn’t you two be something more?

You were pretty, far too pretty for him to describe. Scaramouche thought his vocabulary was wide enough, but this letter alone has him searching for the words he once knew. Your eyes, leaving him feeling small in a never ending forest and your smile–god, your smile was intoxicating. It would give light to the things he’s been hiding from you this entire time. Your laugh–your voice, sweet and soft, loud and oh-so clear. How you’d bring it down to a whisper when you feel embarrassed about admitting something, how your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when your smile lines just seem so fitting for someone like you.

What was so special about you? 

You were like the sunset on the beaches, glowing. Absolutely stunning, ethereal, lighting everything in a bright orange, his eyes becoming a mix of brown and a dark blue. He’s different around you, he's a completely different person. From the color of his eyes to the racing of his heart, to the feeling that he wasn’t getting enough air whenever you hold his hand–but you’d do it in a friendly way. You don't squeeze his hand too tight, you let go when necessary and don’t leave any kind of touch lingering for far too long.

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s bad with words and he can’t tell you the things you want to hear;he can’t provide you with the touch you crave, he can’t make up his mind. One moment he’s thinking about just giving you a whole bag of mora for you to use for your next trip, the other he’s thinking about finishing this damn letter that has plagued his mind ever since you first whispered the fact you appreciate him.

There’s no way he can treat you right. There’s absolutely no way he will be perfect, that he’ll be the partner that’ll leave such a mark on you. But god, ask for the world and he will give it to you. Name one thing and when you wake up it's right at your nightstand. Choose the ring and its design, he’ll get a matching one that you yourself decided on as well. Just say the word because he is a child in love.

So here he is, an envelope in hand. Going to the nearest flower shop to buy something that will still wilt under the sun after a few days. He will not love, and can’t love the same way as you, but he will learn how to. 

Call him stupid;call him an idiot for falling for someone he knows is way too out of his league. But that’s all he is, and it's far too late to change that. He might lose you at some point, and that's really what scares him the most. 

Suddenly he’s standing at your doorstep, ringing the doorbell and you’d be confused who in the world decided to bring you a sunflower and a piece of envelope in the middle of the day–you don't recall ordering anything. 

He didn’t even get to sign it.  Maybe next time he can get it right… for his dearest.

characters belong to their respective companies. everything is written by staarri - do not steal, reupload, translate, modify or feed my work to ai.

[alatusprinz]

midnight endeavors. - wanderer x reader

genre : fluff

scenario : listening to wanderer's life history for the first time. ( reader is inspired from infp-ish personality bc i adore the idea of scara with a soft s/o)

the wanderer was used to a lot of things. in his painfully long existence, he’d seen things people would never dare dream of, walked through hell confidently with a bitter smirk plastered on his fair face. gritted his teeth through the painful betrayals from those most important to him only to realize it was never as he perceived the truth to be. and after everything, 

in the end- here he was. his indigo eyes looked a tad softer, clearer than you remembered as you finally finished listening to him explaining his past. you felt the amount of trust he had put in you, and wanted nothing more than to embrace him at this moment. yet, silent fear of disturbing him nagged at the back of your mind. to wait. wait for him to open himself more to you. wait until he is completely comfortable with your touch. 

otherwise, perhaps he’d break or scatter from your touch. especially with the forceful disinterested voice and masked blank expression he skillfully upheld in front of you. you could see through his facade, but decided to hold your tongue. one day. one day he’d be ready and you planned on waiting for that day no matter how long it takes. 

when he finished talking and finally glanced at you, however, you noticed his clear, calm violet eyes flash in an expression that resembled revelation.

he crossed his arms to mask his shock again, to keep his composure as he always did around everyone. 

“... why are you crying?” he tried, he swore he really tried not to sound judgmental and crude as he talks to everybody else. he remembers how your face fell subtly whenever he made a particularly harsh statement, how you’d try to explain his behavior to people who weren’t accustomed to him. the worst of it all, he sometimes didn’t know you were in a bad mood already and made it worse with his sharp tongue. no, wanderer never meant it towards you, ever. that’s why he was trying so hard, trying and learning this paradox of  “human emotion” he used to despise to the fullest.

you, on the other hand, only realized a stray tear had rolled down your cheek when he explicitly pointed it out. the mention of his young friend, the ashes and heart, the bittersweet tragedy of his tale as kabukimono, as kunikuzushi, as balladeer and now, as your wanderer. everything about him made you crave more, need more of him, want to love, and be loved in return. especially once you realized he was capable of love no matter how much he defied your suspicions. after all, there was no denying the warmth in his gaze sometimes, no lie in his featherlight touch when he sometimes absentmindedly caresses your cheek when he thinks you’re sleeping. he touches you so gently, like he didn’t believe his sight. like he wasn’t sure if you, or him in fact were real. maybe he had really fallen and faded away to nothing but ashes. maybe he never truly awoke again after his bitter defeat, falling from the sky-high seat of a god, only to be reduced to nothing but dust the moment he fell from that mechanical body. that’s why the true gods he used to hate so much have finally graced him with this hard-to-believe reality- a beautiful one, a meaning in life he found with you by his side. 

he was free now, he was determined in spending the rest of his time wandering the vast world to destinations that suit his liking. until he met yet another mortal he’d fallen hopelessly attached to. 

a joke, wasn’t it? wanderer was sure he had learnt from his past. even if it never meant that his mortal kins were unfaithful to him, he was still convinced that mortals just weren’t meant to exist alongside him. only this time, your loving gaze on him kept coaxing his true self out of his shell with no regards to his reluctance. no, in truth he didn’t want to grow this close to you. but he couldn’t deny you, the closer you came to the wanderer, the more he felt himself slipping away from the clutches of his old persona. he truly changed, thanks to you, a mere mortal- frail, emotional, soft spoken and sweet-toothed who cries at the tales of someone else. unbelievable. 

“i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to, it was just-” you stumbled over your words, unsure how to explain how you felt about his past. the last thing you wanted was for him to get annoyed over your tears or somehow make him misunderstand that you’re making this about yourself. you really wanted to say how thankful you were to be trusted, how you would be there for when the nights seemed darker than usual, yet no coherent words left your mouth. amidst your panic and futile attempts at hiding your tear-stained face, you failed to notice his same violet eyes soften even more than before. so this was what it felt like to have someone by your side, to have someone… so endearing, crying over his pain as if it were your own. he did, in fact, have friends before, two of them even. but what he was feeling inside was nothing he’d ever imagined prior to your fated encounter.

the wanderer wasn’t sure if he could put a finger on his feelings for now. but he was sure he was gradually realizing why he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you when you aren’t paying attention to him- even if this meant he would end up proving that he was just as human as you were. why he was infinitely entertained by your reactions to his teasing, and sometimes bickering. how he wasn’t entirely angered when you won the pesky quarrel with a witty remark. how he’d “accidentally” brush his hand against yours just to see your eyes widen and avoid his gaze like nothing happened. your body language never lied, that’s one thing he found amusing about you. 

speaking of amusement, he was truly puzzled the first time he got to know you. how were you so mellow? so mellow to the point you seemed like you'd shatter at the touch of his cold porcelain hands.

he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt this protective of you, perhaps even from yourself.  

and now, maybe he finally realized why having a precious fragile human like you cry over his past life story like it was your own brought this warm cozy sensation in his chest. he stayed quiet, silently gazing at you with his chin resting on his hand. 

“...are you done yet?” he felt himself cringe at his usual rough tone, he found it incredibly difficult to not sound like this. fortunately, you seemed to be slowly calming down. but not fast enough to his liking. 

that’s it.

with a deep sigh, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your figure towards his own in one swift motion. for such a slender body, he truly had incredible strength, you had to give him that. 

“what-” your eyes shot open, your sniffling dying down in one quick second from shock.

“humans, especially crybaby ones like you tend to find comfort in physical contact, correct? then so be it. find comfort in me.” rely on me, need me like i need you- he wanted to say but lacked the courage to. he truly had no other way he could word his feelings, but you saw the genuine concern hidden behind his ethereal lavender eyes. he’d never do this with anyone else, not even if the sun arose in the west and set in the east. you were both aware. his grand violet eyes still shone in high honor and pride, yet you felt his hand shiver ever so lightly around you. 

is he nervous? you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. 

you stopped gawking at him, and allowed yourself to relax against his chest, burying your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. it was strange indeed- the amount of comfort you found in his embrace. his body wasn’t that warm, you imagined it might be cold to cuddle with him on winter nights. but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to spend eternity embraced by his hands. 

your dear wanderer. you snuggled closer in a protective manner, even going as far as to snake your arms around his thin waist. the wanderer’s brows furrowed slightly to your actions, a highly unnecessary and bothersome pink flush dusting his normally pale cheeks. damn you and your gentle touches, always making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

speaking of warm and fuzzy, you were too. he absentmindedly tightened his arms around you, just to feel your body push against his closer. letting out a small sigh of relief, wanderer stared up at the night sky. to think that he would be the one ended up comforted by an embrace, instead of his original intentions. as much as he refused to admit out loud, he truly could get used to this, relaxing and feeling the serenity of the eternal midnight with you wrapped up in his hands. 

neither of you spoke a word. he hugged you to calm you down from your crying, and it looked like he succeeded from the absence of your sniffling and sobbing. yet still, neither of you spoke a word, too busy tangled up in one another’s bodies.

[scaras-silly-girl]

ok so i HAD to write something for scaras birthday i would be betraying him and myself so! and this is actually so silly to me because my dumb ass made a cake for his birthday

cw: just some silly fluffy shit, gn reader, scara and reader are already together, no use of y/n, wanderer era, reader calls him kuni, actually edited !!

"This is utterly ridiculous..." He mutters for the nth time today, but you know that Wanderer doesn't mean it. He's not one for celebrating his birthday, the day of his wretched creation, but his lover sure is. You've been the best you can to him all day - even sweeter than usual! As sweet as the frosting you're helping him ice onto a cake.

You'd spent all day together, mostly giggling with your boyfriend, sneaking as many kisses as you could and justifying them as a birthday gift for him. Wanderer had been surprisingly complient with your "mortal nonsense," but you had a feeling he truly enjoyed it.

"C'mon Kuni, it's not that bad" Your voice is saccharine, too pretty to be speaking to the puppet himself. Your face is resting on his shoulder, hands guiding his from behind. Just months ago, it'd shock you to know you'd ever get this close to Wanderer. It'd shock him too. "I don't see the point in such foolish traditions" He's so bad at keeping up that rude bravado around you, it's nearly comical how he speaks with such a blush.

It looks like a scene from some cheesy romance film, how tenderly you're touching him, how his hands are nearly shaking, and that blissful smile glued to your face the whole time. Your voice comes with a giggle "It's to celebrate you, dummy. That's the point of today, 'cause you're more than worth celebrating." You can tell your words hit a little deeper than intended when Wanderer shuts up, trying his best to make the cake look decent.

It's a mess. You hadn't attempted a crumb coat, but it sure looked like you had. The whole cake was a little uneven, possibly underbaked in some areas. You're trying to guide him in piping little rosettes on the edge of the cake, they're sloppy and the spacing is inconsistent. On top of the uneven frosting lies a dusting of heart shaped sprinkles.

After another moment of Wanderer swearing when he messes up, and your encouraging smiles, it's finally done. As done as such a mess can be. "I'd say we did a pretty damn good job!" You say with a proud grin. Flour is spotted on your clothes, Wanderer's black shorts are done for, but you couldn't be happier.

"Are you sure we're looking at the same thing?" A sigh leaves your lovers lips as he steps to the side to give you a teasing glance. "It's a little like you. A little messy on the outside, but filled with love. And it tastes really good" Your loving grin is far from disappearing as you swipe some of the frosting on your finger, licking it off. That is pretty good.

Wander scoffs, but his pale face has a pink tint to it. He opens his mouth, about to give some sort of annoyed retort but he pauses and asks "You going to get those candles?" He'd indulge in your nonsense for the rest of time just to see that excitement on your face. Maybe his birthday wasn't as terrible of a day as he thought it. That cake was ugly though. You tried, but damn that thing is ugly.

[sh1-n0bu]

Hear me out.

post sex with sub scara. hes all embarrassed and fidgety while u try and clean him up OR OR its the next day and you tease him about the time before OR MAYBE EVEN MORNING SEGGS????!?!

✿ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, soft scara my beloved<3

notes: this can be read as a continuation to this fic but it can also be read as it’s own independent fic too

the bright morning sun peeked through the blinds as a certain puppet shifted around in his lover’s embrace. he doesn’t really need sleep, food or water to function but the process of closing his eyes and drifting into an empty void of nothingness comforted him and his non-existent heart. or maybe it’s just so he can snuggle up closer to you without embarrassing himself - who knows.

long, curled lashes fluttered before the puppet opened his eyes. a beautiful shade of indigo swirling with adoration and gentle reverence as he gazed at the sleeping face of his lover. passed out cold, slightly drooling with a quiet snore in front of him, messy, ruffled up bed hair having a halo like glow around their strands’ edges as the sun shined behind them brightly.

wanderer couldn’t help the twitching of his face muscles - lips curling upwards in a soft grin, a hand coming up to trace the shape of his dearest’s nose - a breathy chuckle escaping his mouth as his lover scrunched up their nose in their sleep.

tracing small patterns of all sorts and shapes of all different sizes onto their cheeks, his soft smile turned into more of a grin. he just couldn’t help but be a menace sometimes and bully his lover. in an affectionate way of course, he would never even dare to think of hurting his beloved - the one who cradles his heart in their hands.

besides if they were awake they would definitely tease him back with an equally matching grin of their own. bringing up old, embarrassing moments, memories which makes wanderer’s ears burn and cheeks flame up in shame and embarrassment as he swipes at his lover like a small, angry, hissing cat with his hat tilted down to try and cover up his face.

recalling the sweet moments, precious small memories made together, history shared and created together with their own hands - wanderer’s teasing grin turned softer. edges of his lips curling upwards more as his eyes softened with a sweet look in them as his fingers - which were tracing shapes into their cheeks - pinched the soft muscles, waking up his lover in the process.

whining sleepily, you brought up a hand to swat at his hand as he laughed at your sleepy protest. an adoring smile on his face before he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead in this small moments spent together in vulnerability.

“you’re paying for my interrupted sleep, mr.little shit…” mumbling with a hoarse voice, you opened an eye to stare at his visage. soft, smooth pale skin looking as if molten gold under the sun’s bright golden light. gentle, kissable pink lips curled up in a smile as his indigo eyes squinted in sheer joy of just being with you.

ahh you’re both hopelessly in love.

“with what? your unavoidable kisses? or perhaps even worse, your trap of death made of love?” huffing out a laughter at your pouting face, wanderer couldn’t help the feeling of crystalflies fluttering around in his stomach as his cheeks start to hurt from all the smiling and laughing.

“yep. exactly those” wrapping him in a tighter embrace, you pulled him close to snuggle his soft hair before leaning down to trail soft, butterfly kisses all over his face as he scrunched up his nose. a faux huff of annoyance escaping past his pink lips before laughter followed. a hand coming up to be placed in top of yours - which is cupping his cheeks gently.

wanderer trashed his legs around as you placed more and more kisses on his smooth face. laughing, giggling, blushing - archons, you always know how to make a complete mess out of him.

hmm… maybe sleeping in for another day is fine.

[yureismellslikefanfic]

alr so

yk the mitsudomoe mark behind scaras neck

the one that glows

basically

reader finds out its erogenous

thats it thats the request

Alright. Here you go :)

HAPPY B'DAY WANDERER (I'm hella late 😔)

A/N: Very short, I did Wanderer for this request bcs it suited the idea, so I'll do another version which is Scara, and I'm sorry for the wait :/

Tw: Not proof-read, Wanderer sounds aggressive at the end but idk what y'all are into 🤷‍♀️

((Written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable))

(Fluff, highly suggestive)

(ooc)Wanderer x Fem!Reader

You had seen Wanderer fighting enemies before, but you had never noticed that the nape of his neck glowed a faint blue in what looks to be the electro symbol.

You knew about his three betrayals, so you guessed the electro symbol must be from his time with Ei, the Electro Archon.

He loved you with all his being, as did you. He trusted you enough to tell you about his past. You were the listening ear he never had. Sure, he could talk to Nahida, but he chose you to talk to, which was special.

You loved each other so much, words could not begin to describe the connection you two had.

A snap of the fingers drew you out of your thoughts. "Idiot, why were you staring? It looks ridiculous."

The words he spoke came out without hesitation, his eyes expressing annoyance and boredom, although, you could see a glint of amusement behind it.

You looked at him silently, your eyes darting between his own.

"Can I... hug you?" Your words weren't something Wanderer expected. The sweetness in your voice only urged him to open his arms to embrace you, however, his arms still remained crossed.

You waited for him to give you a signal that it was alright, and almost a second later, he extended one of his arms towards you, inviting you to hug him.

You smile, stepping to him and wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug.

Your fingers purposefully brush the now hidden electro symbol, causing him to shiver slightly.

He didn't mean to shiver, it was involuntary as his body moved on its own.

You tilted your head innocently in a questioning look. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you bring your hand back to brush against the mark again.

He lets out a shaky breath as he warns you, "Shit.. don't do that, (y/n)."

"Hm..? Do what..?" You ghost your fingertips against that spot on the back of his neck once more, feigning innocence as you provoke him.

You see him shiver again, his hand grabbing onto your wrist in a firm grip as he drags you to a more secluded area with nobody in sight.

He lets go of your arm, crossing his own arms over his chest again, staring at you, annoyance obvious in his eyes.

Your eyes look down, noticing the bulge against his shorts. You quickly look back to his face.

He had his gaze trained on your face, opening his mouth to speak.

"On your knees, (y/n). Once you get this done, we'll go home, and I'll fuck you 'till you can't walk"

© yureismellslikefanfic || do not plagiarize, translate, or modify any of my works.

[hashbrowpn]

──★ ˙HE WAS JUST A ROBOT ̟ !!

SCARAMOUCHE is just a robot. He isn't, and never will be a human. But he will do anything in his power to try.

NOTES: this is so confusing to read .. oopsies ..

EDIT: the end of this was slightly modified ! sorry for the inconvenience !

IMPORTANT POINTS: SCARAMOUCHE'S MEMORIES ARE IN ITALICIZED TEXT.

"shut down." you stammered, voice quavering as your lower back hit the corner of your work table, making you hiss in pain. Nonetheless, you drew in a sharp breath, repeating, "Shut down!"

"Now, you don't really want that, don't you?" Scaramouche said, his joints creaking as he stepped closer. The blue light engraved in his pale chest flickered at your commands, but it didn't dim. You fumbled desperately behind you, your fingers finding their way to a wrench laying on your table. "Shut,"- you stabbed it into his porcelain face, right into his left eye- "down!"

A stirring noise was heard. He blinked, half of his face showing red and blue wires sticking out. But he smiled unexpectedly. A shadow cast over his broken mask as he let out a laugh, as if he was amused by your attempts. He was. You recoiled your arm, but he grabbed your wrist, his grip tight, digging into your skin. You cried out in pain, using your other hand to swat him away desperately. "Why would you want to shut me down, Y/N?" he says your name sweetly, the same name he had carved into his memory the moment he was made. He remembered. How could he not?

"I am Y/N." you had told him, stroking his hair out of his face, his eyes full of curiosity as he fixed his gaze on yours. "Your creator." you brought your hand to your forehead and wiped away some sweat. He stared at you. Y/N. "And you will follow my every word, hm?"

His body whirred, robotically raising his head at your command.

Y/N.

creator.

His voicebox whizzed into life. "Yes."

You smiled, and traced your fingertips down from his cold collarbone, to his chest, tracing the blue light illuminating your face in the dark shed.

"Shut down."

His body went slack at your command.

"You've spent weeks," his voice dropped to a whisper. "months," He trapped your arms above your head, making you sob. "years..." Suddenly his face was inches from yours. "...working on me."

He paused.

"Is there something wrong with me, Y/N? did I do something wrong?"

He was just a robot. But why? why could you hear sincerity in his voice? the way his eyes slightly drooped?

You seemed to forget how to breath as his other hand climbed up your shirt, his cold touch against your burning skin as his palm pressed against your chest, feeling the harsh drumming of your heart.

"This is your heart." you had told him, guiding his gaze down on the gleaming blue diamond on his pale body.

"If it is a heart," he mutters, refusing to look at you. "Then why doesn't it beat?"

You scoffed. "Why need a heartbeat?"

He pauses a little, then tries to imitate your scoff, a low, odd hum from his throat, fascinated by the sounds one can make. He replies, "A beating heart is what makes a human."

"Scaramouche," you turn away for a second to chug the remains of water in your bottle. "You aren't a human."

"...Is that not the goal, Y/N?" his voice almost broke at the realization. Was it true, that he didn't seem to share the same desires as you?

"What, you want to magically turn into one?"

He catches his own words before they escape his mouth when he hears the sarcasm in your words.

"So this is a heartbeat." he mused. "How fascinating."

"I want to be a human, Y/N." he protests, once again trying to do his imitation of you scoffing. "Surely, that's what you want as well?"

You don't reply, your expression unreadable in the dark. Still, he admires your figure.

"I want to be a human, Y/N." he said. "I want to be like you."

you sigh. "Scaramouche, please don't get your hopes up." but he clears his throat to interrupt, a loud whirring noise coming to life inside him. Interrupting had been something he picked up from you. You look at him with disdain. He looks at you with his lips turned up, his attempt to smile. "I will become a human, Y/N. So we can live as humans together..."

you struggle against him, shivering from his touch. You couldn't seem to imagine him as one of your kind with wires sticking out from the broken part of his face.

"...Cause, I like you, Y/N." he had smiled, imitating the one he saw when he first cracked open his eyes. "Of course you do. I made you." you reply, busying yourself as you cleaned out your drawers. "Is that how it works?" he asks. "Do humans like their creators as well?"

He waits for your reply, but you stay silent. He slides off your work table, but he falls onto his knees. "Scaramouche!" you gasp, whirling around, immediately coming to his aid. "What are you doing!?"

He was just a robot. But why? why did he feel desire, as his gaze fixed on your worrying face? why did he feel the need to feel the heat of your body near his? why did he feel something as he saw your expression? had you really cared for him, him, who was just a robot?

"I want to stand up." he demands, flexing his arms. His body noisily creaked. "Oh my God," you sigh. "I have to fix you up again."

"Y/N,-" his voice goes an octave higher. "You don't have to-"

"Shut down, Scaramouche."

And he tries his best to fight it, but his eyelids fall heavily, and his head droops. The last thing he remembers when you say that is the odd sensation washing over him, possibly a feeling. Perhaps fear, or anger, or sadness? it didn't matter. He felt something.

He felt.

"You don't seem to see my efforts, Y/N." he sighed, his hand leaving your chest.

"I like you... you're the reason I learned how to be a human."

he grinned, an eery image for someone like him. "You cared for me, like a human does." He draws in a breath. "Humans care for each other, so I wonder, if I could never be one, why is it that I feel myself care for you?"

He felt something thrum against his chest seeing you quiver. "I want to be a human." he had said it so many times, and you simply brushed him off. But not anymore. Not now. He didn't care if he had just said it. He would repeat it over and over until it was the only thing that was engraved in your mind, like when you engraved your name into his. He turned his lips upright, storing the memory of your scared face in the back of his mind. "So, for starters..." He brushed your hair out of your face, the blue light on his chest finally dimming out. "Humans don't shut down on other's commands."

[astrecium]

ROMANTIC WANNABE !

c. wanderer x reader

g. fluff only

cw. none, no pronouns are mentioned for the reader. Modern au

summary. A date with wanderer. How bad could it be?

Choosing a date with wanderer would definitely be hard. He would either pick the Most expensive restaurant ever, or the most crusty place. As Scaramouche, he would definitely pick a fancy restaurant, but we are talking with..wanderer.

You two would be sitting in front of a closed store, eating and chatting. An man would pass by, taking out his wallet.

"What a sad thing to see.. So young yet you two dont have a roof to live."

He thought you two were homeless. Handing you two 50 dollars and walking away. He didnt even let you two speak.

But you two got free money.

"Do we really look homeless?"

Wanderer asked, he sounded a bit(extremely) offended.

"I mean, you are wearing a black hoodie."

"Wearing that doesnt mean im homeless!"

But there is also the times he actually tries to be romantic.

He would invite you to any restaurant he thinks that has food you lime. He doesnt need to eat, so he doesnt actually care. When you two get here, he immediately chooses the table with less people around.

"I swear, if someone calls me homeless again I'll just start making home dates."

Wanderer was extremely pissed. He once was a god. Now people think hes homeless.

You two waited 30 minutes. Then one hour. Then two. And then he gave up.

He holds your hand, leaving the restaurant.

"I'll just order food so we can eat at home."

In the end, you two just watched tutorials on YouTube on how to do slimes. Wanderer surprisingly loved it. He did three of them.

I saw someone saying they would eat my blog im overjoyed

[scaraaandxiaoo]

❀ Flowers ❀

Pairing: Wanderer x Gn!Reader Pronouns used for reader: You

Warnings: None pure fluff (ooc/?/, this is my first time writing so please be nice!! I'm not really that good haha so don't have high expectations thank you!) ______________________________________________________________________________

Wanderer believes that he 'cannot feel' love or any sort of emotion, given that he has no 'heart'. So why was it that he was now buying you flowers your favorite ones too.? Why did he always feel some type of way around you? Ah he gets it now, it's definitely a feeling of irritation towards you He's definitely NOT in love with you.

But then again why was he writing a damn note to give to you along with the bouquet of flowers?

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Wanderer was beyond nervous he was anxious. What if you didn't like them? What if you hated them? Thousands of thoughts we're running through his head as he held the bouquet of flowers attached with a note that he had handwritten himself, but those thoughts stop once he sees you standing there. He hesitantly hands you the bouquet of flowers, preparing himself for you to hate it. Instead he feels you gently take the bouquet of flowers, he looks at you and sees you.. Smiling. He felt relieved that you liked it, no loved it, it was like a weight that had been lifted off his shoulders. Before you could thank him he interrupted you by saying “This doesn't mean I like you or anything. Tch idiot” he says as he uses his hat to cover his rosy red face, but nonetheless you thanked him. ______________________________________________________________________________

It's very short but that's all I could come up with, thank you for reading!! <3

[34rthangel]

js imagined u and scara js staring at each other after he found out ur lickle crush on him and he js mutters shit like "cute..." and runs his hand thru ur hair. but then, ur devious ass, grabs his hand and draws circles on his palms wit a pen or js ur finger. he turns RED and he is like "quit it dumbass" but he actually loves what ur doing. u can tell so, u keep being a lovable rat to him

[zushiribbon]

so this is love - wanderer x reader

Summary: "Scaramouche," a name long gone, remains a discarded puppet. He had shut his true self away from the world, which he thought was "cruel." It didn’t take long for him to open his heart once more, the coldness in his heart fading away as it felt the warmth of emotions once more—the warmth of love.

Part 1: Opening Up 

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Your eyes widened at his words, as the dark-haired boy could only gaze at you silently before turning away, putting his hand on his hat as he covered his face with it, averting his eye contact from yours as he was nervous of what you would say.   

"You love me?" You asked him again as he sighed. His head still hung low as his face began to heat up, still being covered by the shade of his hat.   

"What, do I need to say it again? I love you." Wanderer replied, still quite nervous about how you would react to his confession.   

Knowing him, he was completely unfamiliar with the feeling of "love," as his betrayals left him with a bruised heart, thus, he couldn’t feel a sense of "longing" for something or someone until you came.   

He knew you were supposed to be his rival.   

He knew he was supposed to be your archenemy.   

He knew he was supposed to ruin your journey to find your lost sibling in the foreign world you were trapped in, but here he was, blushing profusely and naïve to the feeling of love.   

You could only stare at him as your heart raced. Before he could even speak, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. His body tensed up as he felt your warm arms wrap around his cold, mechanical body.  

"What are you...?" Your arms are still gently wrapped around his chest as he leans back slightly. As you looked up at him, your gaze made his heart race. He was still nervous about what you had to say.   

"You don't need to act so shy about it." You laughed at his reactions as he scoffed, his body slowly relaxing in your touch as he looked away. "I was never shy about anything." He comments bluntly.   

"Then tell it straight to my face again." You commanded in a soft tone, confusing the boy even more, "But didn't I just tell you?" He scratches his head, staring at you as he pouts.   

"I know, but I want you to say it again if you aren't shy about it." You said it once more, staring at him with soft eyes. The puppet shrugs as you pull away slightly, your face only a mere inch from his. He hesitated for a moment, still looking away from you, as he was unsure of how to feel in the moment.   

"Hmm?" You waited patiently for him to speak, but he still remained silent. After a few seconds, you chuckled, holding his cheek gently against his face, the warmth of your skin against his, startling him. "Go on, I'm waiting." You said quietly, as he murmured, "I love you," once more.   

You tilted your head, signaling he had to be louder.   

He let out a deep sigh as he looked deeply into your eyes, his face becoming increasingly red as he finally said it again.  

"I love you!" He spoke once more. But before you could even react, he held your hand on his cheek and pulled you into him, giving you a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.   

Your eyes widened before closing as you yielded to his kiss, and as he drew away quickly, scanning your reactions as he smiled, he felt his burdens fade away as he looked at you.   He didn't sense a sense of fear or nervousness in your actions or your expressions.   

He only sensed a feeling of love, warmth, and care in you.   

As he held you close, he let out a soft giggle and asked, "Who's being shy now?" He asks with a teasing tone in his voice, still leaning close to you. You laughed as you put your hand behind his head, and he felt himself relax as a result of your touch. Your fingers combed through his dark hair, and you stared deeply into his eyes.   

"I love you, wanderer."   

 "I love you too, Y/n."

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@dreamy--six​

a/n: heyooo! sorry if this was a bit “cheesy” or “corny” HAHAHA i was listening to a bunch of romance songs in the 80′s then i sorta got carried away while writing this so i apologize if it’s ‘cringe’ in any way, but moving that aside, I FINISHED THE ARCHON QUEST!! and now i also got scara :), i named him shohei! ( 翔平 )  翔 meaning soar, fly. / 平 meaning even, flat, peace. , i just like how it sounds, and the theme of his name truly suited him so <333 again, i’m not completely sure if i portrayed him correctly, so i am willing to listen to criticism; i’ll highly take note of what you all think, thx and ily all! <3

[galazry]

CHU !

pairing: kabukimono x gn! reader [established relationship] genre: fluff words: 265 a/n: wanted to expand on a brainrot i had so i made this little drabble. this is my first time writing a drabble and the sort so please, bear with me... also kabukimono is just so adorable i want to smother his face with kisses.

You were walking with your lover, Kabukimono, hand in hand as you traverse the streets. As usual, it was a fun day but, throughout the day he kept fidgeting with his hands and kept glancing at you before looking away immediately after. You didn't think too much of it since Kabukimono had a habit of doing so ever since you both dated, that is until you suddenly felt a gentle tug at your sleeve. Turning around, your lover's eyes were still darting around as he kept opening and closing his mouth. The corner of your lips curved into a reassuring smile as you wait patiently for him to say what he has on his mind. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, he whispered out.

"Um... Can.. Can I have... A..."

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat. With his cheeks heating up, his gaze then falls to the floor before slowly pointing at his lips. Immediately after that gesture, it all clicked. Kabukimono had been wanting to ask for a kiss the whole day but was too nervous and anxious to ask you for one.

Well, who are you to deny your lover's adorable request?

After closing the distance between you two, your lips gently pressed against his, Kabukimono's cheeks instantly deepen in colour, becoming scarlet red. Even so, a smile, as sweet as candy, forms on his lips as his fingers hover them. Chuckling at your lover's adorable reaction, you then turn around to start walking again. Another tug on your sleeve stopped your pace once again.

"Can... Can I have another one...?"

[scaraberri]

Celestial Symphony

[03: A Reunion to come?]

[scaramouche x Fem!reader]

Word count: 1k

Note: SO IM BACK ;)

srry if this seems rushed (T.T)

Eula , Noelle , Kazuha , Aphria(?) , Scaramouche , Elliot

There were rumors since his birth, on how he was cursed. Blessed by the devil himself. That he was going to deprive the nation of all its glory if he ever took the throne, it was all…

Bullshit…

I mean to be fair, what did he ever do? He was just born and the world seemed to already hate him…

Sure he’s rude and narcissistic, but that the world fault for making him that way..

If only he were to have a beacon of light

To guide him

So he doesn’t end up as a self-fulfilling prophecy…

“your grace…”

“your grace…”

“your grace-!” Noelle yell’s, while eula stands next to her.

“Huh…what happened”

“ooh your alright!  I was so worried when you passed out, I thought I did something wrong when I couldn’t wake up up-” her word halt when she feels a hand on her shoulder

“calm down Noelle” eula speaks

“Ah! My apologies…i didn’t mean to-” she stutters as she lets go of you. “are you alright your grace”

“I'm okay…more importantly what happened..?” you ask as you rise from laying on your bed

“you tell me, not even a minute into the carriage you collapsed, do have kind of condition or…”

“I-..no I just had a weird dream that’s all… but what are you doing here I thought you left with miss kujou sara ”

“I did, and after finished my business there, I came home to a very alarmed Noelle banging on my door”

“I may have over stepped” Noelle sweats “but for good reason! It was unexpected and you didn’t seem like you simply fainted from exhaustion, so I got worried…my apologies”

“no no…its fine...I’m glad to have friends like you…who always come to my rescue…thank you” You smile” you both are the best thing that could happen to me” the two went quiet

“Well! You should get ready now, you were out most of the day, And its almost time for your classes…so get prepared” Eula says crossing her arms and looking away so that they cant spot the evident blush on her face.

“lady Eula you cant be serious she just woke up” Noelle negotiates

“Its fine I’ll go easy”

You just stare at the two’s interaction, smiling to yourself… but what was that dream…?

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Elliot was well known in the castle, holding nicknames like the princes loyal dog ever since he was little, He had originally been the princes playmate but had become the princes personal butler or adviser.

Did he like his job? Of course there couldn’t be a better one out there

Really?  Of course

Reeealllyy? …

“your highness please reconsider…” Elliot pleads

“No”

“Please your highness you cant miss this! If you do the nobles will be pointing there guns at me for not doing anything”

“well your doing plenty so no.”

“what do I have to do? Should I beg? I’ll beg! Just please please please please please please pleaseeeeee” he kneels onto the floor

Scaramouche sighs “get up, im not changing my mind…”

“your highness” Elliot sobs “the prince leave the future of the kingdom to his butler in exchange for some tea time with his friends…I can already see the newspaper circling through the commoners like wild fire”

“Your overthinking it, think of it this way. The prince ignores the nobles cries for help in exploiting their workers for their greedy plans. Come on what’s the big deal you’ve done this before” he looks down at his butler who holds back tears

“I’ve done it before and ALMOST DIED!”

“they didn’t try to kill you”

“those glares said otherwise”

“pretty please Elliot just this once~” Scaramouche asks sweetly….for once…

“oh well how am I to refuse” Elliot blushes smiling to himself

“oh thanks you’re an angel Elli~” He walks out and into the carriage at lighting speed

“oh its nothing have a safe trip-…” …

…

“Curse your naive little heart Elliot even the rats can tell that you’ve been fooled again”

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“Sooooo…why?”

“Don’t ask he hasn’t answered since he got here”

The two stare at the prince, The future glory of the empire sitting in front of then crushing every biscuit he could get his hands on…

…

…

…

“I feel bad for Elliot”

“God pray for his soul”

…

..

.

“I need help”

“like mentally, yeah I can get you a place in the asylum”

“No- like you know…with her, I…I had a great idea on how I can make the perfect scenario for us to meet again but when I asked that damn woman for help, she refused! Kitsune are just so annoying and … and cunning”

“oh I got a great idea” the other two look at him “how about you..”

…

..

.

“-talk to her”

SMACK

“Eh-..SCARA!”

“I’m serious, I really need help…please…” his voice quiets down

.

.

.

“UGH- FINE, we’ll help” Aphria answer’s crossing her arms

“really” he looks up

They nod in unison

“but you need to put in the effort and NOT run away”

“thanks i guess”

She only hums sinking back into her seat “actually I have a question”

“about what”

“About this uh…whats his face- oh Shin”

…

“what about him?”

“He passed recently didn’t he?”

…Both Kazuha and Scara remain quiet

“what are you going on about”

“Nothing I just none of it makes sense…I saw my father stressing over his case a few weeks ago, I got curious so I decided to have a little read my self and well…none of it makes sense.”

She sigh’s as she begins to list her reasons

“They said he died in a carriage accident but there was no sign of a crashed carriage and I doubt there even was a body because from the reports his accident wasn’t so severe that they had to have a closed casket funeral”

“maybe the Dutchess just wanted that, you know its hard to come to piece with the fact that her only son died”

“wait does Lady (y/n) know?”

“I doubt it” Scara finally speaks after awhile

“They wouldn’t bother with it, since she’s considered illegitimate”

“it pisses me off”

…

…

..

“lets stop there for now, I’m sure Elliot’s waiting for you to be back”

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“sir Elliot respectfully, These matters are something that we need to personally speak to the crown prince about”

“I’m truly sorry but the only form admiration you’ll be meeting is me” Elliot feines a smile

“Understand that our stock have been receding we must speak with the crown prince-”

“The only thing receding is your hairline”

“uh- What…”

“You heard me get out”

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Authors note:

so hiii... how have yall been doing???

okay so a little update on where I've been so her goes

so graduated recently :3

well not recently about last year and i started college...

yipee...

its been weird since I'm far away from family and it feels awkward being a whole country away from my parents

i am currently surviving off of coffee and cupped noodles

I have been thinking of posting for a while and this was rotting in my drafts

IM going to try and post 3 chapters by next week so stay tuned

anyways i love you all bye

have a good night or morning where ever you live &lt;3

PS: remember to come back and fix any spelling errors

Taglist:

@kunikuzushis-darling

Masterlist:

[alatusprinz]

Matsuri - Multi-Chapter Fic Series Masterlist (Xiao x F!Reader x Scaramouche)

Modern!UniStudents!AU - STATUS : ONGOING.

花祭り 夏祭り - 何でも好きに選びな あなたの心の中咲かせな 。

summary: you met both of them at your college festival. one reminded you of sunsets and calm spring breeze, while the other was a stormy night, an indigo shadow that held you close in your darkest nights. [ Drummer!Xiao and Artist!Scara]

genre: slowburn, fluff, sexual content in upcoming chapters

send an ask or comment to be added to the taglist!

Chapter 1 - Matsuri.

Chapter 2 - Someday.

Chapter 3 - TBA.

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“But you don’t act like it, heck you don’t even acknowledge my presence both in person and through text! how am I supposed to know anything about your feelings-”

“I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever felt this way before!”

A heavy silence filled the suffocatingly close distance from Xiao’s face and yours. With drumsticks in his one hand, his already-pale fingers seems to turn even paler from his firm grip on the wooden pieces. You took a moment to notice how his thin lips were trembling, his normally proudly straightened posture seemed hunched and reserved, how his amber eyes were avoiding yours desperately.

You finally realized how nervous he was.

“You're nervous.” You hated how questioningly meek your voice sounded from the unexpected proximity you two were in amidst the heat of the argument.

"...So are you." He was so close, you felt his slightly quivering breath hit your face- neither of you pulling away.

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"He doesn't give a fuck about you, (Name)." You winced at his harsh tone as he tried his best to sound composed but he'd be damned if he didn't tell the truth to you when you were hurting so much in front of his eyes.

"Shut up..." You whispered, i don't want to hear it, i don't want to hear it- you repeated the words in your head impatiently as Scara's sharp words forced you to see the bitter truth.

"You need to face reality-"

"i can't right now, can't you see? i can't control it, i love-" His indigo eyes flashed a glimpse of quiet anger as his body moves beyond his control, gripping your wrist tightly to stop you from finishing your sentence. He didn't want to hear it. "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

"What's it to you? You just hang around me to piss me off don't you? In truth maybe you find amusement in my misery. You always did." Scaramouche gritted his teeth in frustration at how dense and stubborn you were being, making this infinitely harder than it has to be. With a tug on your wrist to pull your body in close to his, he faced your eyes and finally lets it off his chest-

"Maybe if you had half the mind to take your eyes off that drummer who obviously doesn't care about you, you'd see who actually fucking does!"

You didn't know who was more surprised the moment he finished speaking between you and him.

[sh1-n0bu]

I saw your open to requests/asks so I figured I'd give this thought to you but like calling Scaramouche doll I think it would be interesting seeing how he's a puppet

✿ 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮... ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: spoilers to wanderer’s backstory and genshin lore up to 3.4, angst, mentions of blood and body torture, dottore, fluff, reverse comfort

notes: interesting thought actually anon! i’ve seen a few smuts where scara likes being called “doll” and i thought why not try writing for an sfw fic?

wanderer hates being reminded of his true origin and “birth”. even though it has been a good year since his erasing of his past selves from the irmunsul and the abandonment of the fatui, he still hates every single thing that reminds him of his past.

the slightest bit of cold metal touching his fair skin reminding him of the times he spent on dottore’s lab table. crying, writhing, struggling against the chains holding his limbs down as the heartless doctor continues his “experiments”. the slightest bits of cold metal on his skin reminding of how the second harbinger would cut away at his skin, hums and mumbles of sadistic fascination tumbling out of his mouth as he cuts off his skin, opening his chest, digging through his organs as the poor puppet cries, feeling every little cut, every little organ removal, everything.

wanderer hates physical contact because the only ones he ever received were followed by pain. whether it be during sparring against fellow harbingers, a fight against his ambushers or a new “experiment” on the doctor’s lab table.

but he finds himself starting to enjoy physical touches. when you jump behind him to surprise hug him, cuddle his smaller frame against yourself while whining about how much you’ve missed him, how much you feel neglected because he didn’t give his usual good morning kisses - he can’t help but laugh at that.

you? the most spoiled lover in whole of sumeru, no scratch that, in entirety of teyvat? uh huh sure.

wanderer finds himself craving physical touches. jumping into your arms, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt as he covers his flushed face with his hat, a small, quiet “…hug?” escaping his mouth.

he finds himself unable to sleep at night as he tosses and turns. the bed feeling too cold, too big, a bit too empty without you to lay beside him. therefore choosing to use your pillow as a makeshift ‘you’ to cuddle through the night.

the fair man finds himself sewing a small doll - similar to his own one - during the time you’re away on a business trip. “mini [name]” he names it with a proud smile as he makes the two small dolls hug each other, placing them together in a cuddling position as he sews a mini blanket to cover them, sometimes even making them kiss as he lets out the most obnoxious, loudest “mwah! mwah!” noises.

however more than those, the puppet finds himself longing to hear you call him sweet nicknames again. the tender tone of voice, soft butterfly kisses, the teasing smile you gives him as your eyes crinkles upwards - he craves it all.

“honey, i’m home!” snapping him out of his affection craving daydreams, wanderer hears your voice call out to him from the front door. the jingles of your keys, the rustling of your clothes all sounding familiar - a warm, heart fluttering routine.

walking up to tackle you in a hug, wanderer smiles as he hears your laughter - however it was hidden as he nuzzles into your shoulder, inhaling your perfume greedily like a starved man.

“…can you call me that nickname again?” he whispers breathlessly, stomach churning and twisting in an odd feeling - love, you taught him.

“honey?” came back your confused reply as you wrap your arms around him. returning the sweet, hidden affections you two share only behind closed doors.

“not that. you know… that one” looking up at you, he gave a slight huff at your stupidity. lips twitching down in a small pout as his eyes softened, the familiar sweet and innocent face he makes stabbing through your heart with a “cute!” sign.

you pondered for a while. not really remembering which exact nickname he was asking you to call him by as you stared dumb foundedly at your boyfriend. noises of thinking and confusion reverberating from the back of your throat as he patiently waited.

“oh! you meant doll?” an imaginary lightbulb popped on top of your head as you looked down at his shorter frame with a hesitant smile. you always thought he might hate it but turns out it was actually the complete opposite.

eyes crinkling, heartbeat quickening, lips curling up into a soft smile was your lover’s reply. ah… he loves it when you call him goo-y nicknames like that. your tone sounding gentle, loving, worshiping almost causing him to feel blood rushing into his cheeks.

“again” he tried to demand but it came out as more of a plea.

“doll”.

“again”.

“hehe… doll”.

“again..?”

“my pretty doll”.

[yureismellslikefanfic]

hii can i request a wanderer and a breeding kink with dumbification/mind break? i feel like he’d LOVE the thought of having kids with you or even just reducing your state to a whimpering mess under him. he’d coo and whisper faux sympathy at your fucked out state as he cums for the nth time that night 😣

OMG ME AND YOU BOTH, ANON 😭🤭

A/N: I hope it's alright with you, but this will be without dumbification, because I don't really know how to write that yet, sorry if this causes any inconvenience.

((Minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!))

Tw: Breeding kink (i tried), unprotected sex, overstimulation

Wanderer x Fem!Reader (Fluff, Smut)

Wanderer was pounding you into the mattress, your thighs were pressed up against your torso.

He was letting out low grunts as he thrust himself into your needy pussy, which was always perfect in Wanderer's eyes.

You wanted this to happen, you schemed it.

He remembers how you brought him to your family Christmas dinner, and how you had so many cousins that were children.

He saw how well you took care of them, how kind you were and he remembered his cock going hard right then and there by the thought of you bearing his children.

It was only now, once you two walked through the door of your shared home, he began to kiss you, holding you by the waist and pulling you close.

You could feel how hard he was against you, his dick poking at your stomach.

You made no moves to stop him, so Wanderer knew you wanted this to continue.

He dragged you to the bedroom, hastily pulling off each others clothes.

So now you were at the present moment, where Wanderer was pounding you into the mattress with your thighs pressed up against your torso.

He was letting out low grunts as he thrust himself into your needy pussy, which was always perfect in his eyes.

"Gonna take all my seed~" He moans into your ear, teasing you further by rubbing your clit.

He messily makes out with you, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You moan so sweetly that it pushes Wanderer closer to his own release.

Soon, you feel warm ropes of cum spurt inside you, which triggers your own orgasm as you clench around him, milking him dry.

He doesn't stop after his first orgasm, the second, or even the third. He's determined to fill your womb with his seed, and you'll take it like a good girl.

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