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[angelbvnny]

First Date Time At LuLu World

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Lucifer smoothed any creases from his ivory suit and checked his hair four times in the nearby reflection. He wasn’t nervous! He just… needed tonight to go well. It’s the first date he’s had in years— or it might technically be his first date in history? Everything happened so fast with Lilith! He can’t remember if he ever properly asked her on a date. They did end up getting married though, so it worked out… until it didn’t. Fuck, there’s a lot of pressure on this now

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• Steeling his nerves in place before he lost them, he allowed his knuckles to tap “the shave and a hair cut” on your door

• His smile (and ego) tripled in size when you opened it not a moment after. For the sake of his restless mind he let himself picture you waiting in anticipation on the other side, dreaming you might be just as excited as he was helped him a bit

• Lucifer twisted his cane in one hand and offered you his other, “Are you ready for the best night of your life?”

• “Hm, that’s a big expectation,” You reply playfully, bypassing his hand and hugging onto his arm, “Are you sure a theme park will live up to all that?”

• He scoffs and rolls his eyes but inwardly he’s hyper aware of the new proximity you’ve granted him, “LuLu World is not just any theme park! It’s my theme park. I designed and built it with my two hands!”

• “And maybe a tablespoon of magic?”

• “A teaspoon, at most.” He winks

• Your laughter was delightful, a sign that the night was starting off perfect. He just hoped it would end the same way

• LuLu World was big and chaotic, sending every sense you had buzzing with adrenaline and you hadn’t even done anything yet!

• Lucifer’s stuck for a solid minute just reveling in your awe. You like it! He made this and you already like it!

• He drags out of your stupor by pulling you to the teacups. He has one hand on his hat to keep it from flying while the other attempts to help you spin the wheel

• After Devil’s Drop (a terrifying 500ft plunge) you begged to go into the Haunted Dollhouse. Lucifer of course indulged you but couldn’t hide his boredom. Nothing here would scare him. He doubled over in laughter when a real ghost made you jump though

• The two of you rotated turns picking and choosing what to do next after that

• Giga coasters with butterfly loops, swings that went backwards, bumper cars, a massive carousel with actual unicorn horns— LuLu World had it all!

• Lucifer was bouncing in place, excitedly watching you bite into an infamous LuLu World caramel apple when he noticed how dark it had gotten

• He’d long forgotten his plan to make everything perfect and the schedule he was supposed to keep you on

• “H-Hey let’s go on the ferris wheel! Like right now!”

• You hardly have a moment to swallow the crunchy treat, asking with a full mouth, “Right now?”

• “Right now!” He repeats seriously with a tight smile

• The line would be ridiculously long, everyone likely had the same idea he had. But he had it first! He was the king and the owner, shamelessly walking past the line of sinners and straight to the front

• He flashes the operator a warning glare when they try to tell you to throw away your carmel apple

• (To his dismay you take a final, ridiculously large bite and toss it anyways, not wanting to start a fuss)

• “Hey this is a date right?” You asked while the two of you waited for the ride to officially start, sitting in a slow rotation while the empty carts filled up below

• Lucifer jolts, “Of course it’s a date! Why-why would you not think it is? Is it no lt date-y enough—“

• “I was just checking! Wanted to make sure it’s ok to do this,” You reply quickly and slip your hand under his own, lacing your fingers together with his

• Can panic and relief hit him simultaneously? He felt his nerves vibrating, deciding whether to spike or settle down

• You clearly see him internally struggling and attempt to break the silence casually, “I still can’t believe you made all this. It’s really impressive. I’m having a lot of fun with you. But I always do.”

• His brows jump, crimson eyes sparkling with delight at that, “You do?”

• “Of course I do! We could be surrounded by nothing but rocks and you’d find a way to make it entertaining.” You say with a laugh

• Joining in your mirth, he chuckles and squeezes your hand slightly

• A thunderous boom echoes in the air and makes you jump

• “Right on time!” Lucifer’s grin widens

• Colors pop and flower in the night sky with loud cracks! Some form shapes or spell short words

• Lucifer’s so immersed by the firework show he forgot he wanted to see your reaction to them. When his eyes flit to you he sees you’re ignoring them, gaze completely fixed on him in total adoration

• Your spare hand steals his cheek and guides his face closer with ease. Just as a firework explodes in the near distance, his lips meet yours

• Lucifer shares the sentiment with a giggle when you part, “Fireworks.”

• You laugh before kissing him again

• Safe to say his first date was a massive success

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ big sad so i quickly wrote smthn to cheer me up, i hope everyone enjoys

[angelbvnny]

Hi yes i saw hazbin requests were open??? Anything involving pining Lucifer. Or lucifer seeing reader dressed super nice for like a fancy party or something (full makeup, fancy revealing dress, that sorta thing) for the first time. Maybe feelings are revealed? I’m a sucker for pining

I love that we are all so disgustingly thirsty for this man. He deserves it ❤️‍🔥 but seriously tho…all my Lucifer posts have gotten at least 100 likes in the first day that they’re posted. Like damn yall, we need to talk about our husband more! We all have such good taste 😌 I love our little short king. Thanks for the request. Enjoyyyyyyy~

Notes: fem!reader, reader wears a dress in this one

TW: suggestive themes, hardcore pining, heavy making out

🪽The King of Pining🪽

This morning, Charlie invited everyone to the lobby of the hotel, shouting out that she had great news and a wonderful idea. Husk and Angel grumble about their annoyance with it being too early in the morning and them being way too sober for group activities right now as they plop down on one of the couches. The rest of the group files in, finding spots to relax as Charlie bounces up and down in her spot, bitting her lip and clenching her fists out of pure excitement. You follow along, deciding to stay standing and a bit behind the group, glancing back to see Lucifer coming to join the pack, standing just behind the couch that sat Vaggie and Nifty. You stare at him for a moment and when he finally glances your way, you offer him a sleepy smile and a quick wave of your hand. A small smirk finds its way to his lips as he nods his head at you, quickly looking away after.

“So…what’s the news?” Vaggie finally speaks up once everyone is settled and all eyes are on Charlie standing front and center. “Sooooooo, I had a brilliant idea that will be equally fun and beneficial to the hotel. Ready? Ready for it?” Charlie looks around the group, looking as if she might burst into flames of enthusiasm any moment now. “WE ARE GONNA HOST A BALL!!!”

Angel smirks as he nudges Husk beside him. “Heh, balls.” “She said ‘ball’, jackass. Singular.” Husk spits back, rolling his eyes as he scoots away from Angel a bit.

“It’ll attract new recruits for the hotel! We can mingle, talk about all we have to offer. AH! It’s gonna be soooooo funnnnnn.” Charlie is yelling now, she can’t control herself in the slightest.

Charlie goes into explaining the details- it is to be a huge party with a formal dress code that everyone and anyone is invited to. It’ll be here at the hotel, with an open bar (Husk wants to die) and music! The group lets out noises of mixed emotions, Nifty and Angel shouting out of excitement and anticipation while Husk and Alastor both let out noises of dread. You, on the other hand are nervous but looking forward to having a fun night and getting to know the hotel staff and residents better. As Charlie’s speech ends, the group begins to disperse and talk amongst themselves.

You watch as Charlie approaches Vaggie, shyly dropping to her knees in front of her on the couch so that they are eye level with each other. “Will you…be my date to the ball, Vags?” You can’t help but smile as you watch Vaggie laugh, her cheeks and nose slowly changing color. “Of course, you goofball. You’re my partner. There’s no one else I’d rather go with.” They share a long hug, a beautiful positive energy radiating off of them.

“They’re just adorable, aren’t they?” The low, charming voice that sounds right next to you causes you to flinch a bit, now turning to see the king of hell himself standing beside you. “Oh! Hey. Yeah. They are pretty cute. They make a great couple.” You look back to the two girls holding hands and giggling but Lucifer keeps his eyes on you, taking this opportunity while you’re distracted to examine all the little details of your face up close. Hopefully no one else catches sight of him in this moment of utter hopeless romanticism.

When he finally snaps out of it, he lets out a sigh before putting on his best smile, clearing his throat just to get your attention again. “Speaking of great couples~” And as soon as your eyes land on him again, your lips curved up ever so slightly, his courage quickly leaves him. Lucifer freezes for a moment, mouth going dry as he tried to find a way out of this. Say something you idiot.

“I-I ha! I uh…I wonder what other great couples we’ll see at this party. Maybe some of hell’s highest royalty?” Nervous chuckles just keep rolling from his lips and he’s really hoping you don’t notice the way his hands are shaking as they rest on his cane. One of his trembling hands comes to the collar of his shirt, lightly yanking it down as if that would help bring air back to his lungs, the air you’ve sucked out of him with one simple glance.

“Hm. Yeah. Maybe.” You reply plainly, looking back to Vaggie and Charlie and before you can converse with Lucifer any further, he’s walking off with his tail between his legs, eyes wild and full of doubt. “You’ll be there. You are the king of hell after all, I’m sure everyone will be too focused on you and Charlie to notice any other royals. Are you uhm…planning on going with anyone?” You ask, still watching the two girls near the couch. Your voice stops Lucifer in his tracks, making him pause for a moment as he listens. He turns slowly back to you, wearing a bashful smile as he tucks both his arms behind his back.

“No, actually. I hadn’t even thought of it.” He lies, watching as you finally pull your gaze from his daughter and relax it on him. He slowly saunters back your way, unable to control his wandering eyes. “And what about you? Do you have anyone in mind that you’d want to go with?” And now his nervousness is rubbing off on you, making your voice shake as you respond. “Me? No, no…I’ll probably just tag along with uh…”

As you look around the room, it seems all couples have already paired up. Vaggie and Charlie sat on the couch still, Charlie’s legs strewn over her girlfriend’s lap. Angel and Husk seemed to be having a bit of an argument over what they will wear together. Angel wants to wear all pink but Husk is like FUCK NO. Even Sir Pentious was trembling in front of Cherri, as he looked to he asking her out. Obviously, Alastor is bringing his shadow along. That’s kind of a date…right?

“Uhm I mean, who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone there.” The pride that inflated Lucifer’s chest just seconds ago seems to suddenly be punctured and drained by your lack of acknowledgment to his flirty hints. He wants to ask you to be his so badly it’s making his chest hurt now. Not his for the night, not his during the party, his all the time, any time he needs you. As he opens his mouth to speak, he hesitates and then decides to let out a heavy sigh instead. “Well..I will see you there.” And with the tip of his head, he finally turned and left you standing alone in a herd of conversing couples.

~night of the party~

You figured there’s no harm in showing up fashionably late tonight. At least, that was your excuse for showing up late. In reality, you were fully ready before the ball even started but your legs were so weak and shaky, you couldn’t find the strength to get yourself out there. So instead, you’re sitting in your room, fully clad in your nicest dress along with some accessories, sunken into your plush bed as you try to steady your breathing. Maybe if I stay here long enough in this dress, I can just say I was there but not actually go…

A knock on your door has you straightening up in your spot, a warm surprised feeling lighting up your chest. “Come in.” You respond, wondering just who was coming to see you right now. You assumed it was Angel trying to get you to come out and start partying with him. To your surprise, the princess of hell pops her cheerful little face inside your room.

“(Y/N)! I was wondering when you’d be coming…out…there. Oh my gosh! You look so gorgeous EEEEE!” Charlie steps into your room now, her big yellow eyes shining with enthusiasm and hope as she fangirls over your getup. “Oh, thank you. You look stunning yourself.” Charlie watches your eyes fluttering all around the room, unable to focus. “Yeah…I’m coming. Just…feeling anxious I guess.” Taking a deep breath, you finally stand, straightening out your dress and checking your hair in a mirror quickly. “Oh stop it! You look flawless, (Y/N). Let’s go have some fun.” Charlie quickly links arms with you and drags you out to the lobby full of people, lights and music.

Within just a few minutes of joining the party, you find yourself looking around a sea of strangers all on your own. Seems the princess of hell has a line of guests wanting to meet and greet with her. Understandable, but you’re starting to get overwhelmed. You’re desperately looking for a familiar face, needing a buddy to help you feel included and secure. As you swim through sinners and other residents of hell, head turning side to side, you finally spot Lucifer after nearly an hour of wandering around alone.

Sure, His typical white suit is nice, very flattering on him. But, oh boy, did he look fantastic tonight, heavenly even. For this special occasion, Lucifer was dressed in a deep red suit with accents of white and no hat, instead sporting his pretty, slicked back blonde hair. You’re not quick to rush to him, I mean are you trying to look desperate and pathetic? No, just stay calm. But once again, you two share a glance from afar and give each other a small wave of the hand. Lucifer looks…pained. He looks like he might just collapse to his knees and start vomiting. His shift in body language causes your smile to drop, your expression shifting to one of concern as you mouth to him ‘you okay?’.

From Lucifer’s point of view, the room became silent, empty, dimly lit with you there at the center of it all under this glowing golden ray of light. You looked angelic, innocent and sweet, elegant but also nervous and out of place and adorable and fuck it, he can’t wait. He nearly pushes the sinner trying to talk to him aside, rushing to you as his brain became overloaded with ideas of what to say to you.

With each and every stride he takes, your cheeks flush deeper shades of red. With every step, his knees begin to feel more and more like jelly. Finally, he’s joined you in the spotlight, the rest of the party fading away before both of your eyes as you stand just inches apart. Now, it’s all wandering eyes and heavy breathing from both of you. Licking your lips first, you force words out to break this awful silence.

“Wow! Y-you clean up well. You look nice, Luci.” As your voice reaches his ears, his dream-like state abruptly ended. The room floods with loud music, chatty people and bright lights again. He seems to perk up at your compliments, feeling like a dog in heat as his eyes travel up and down your lovely outfit. You watch as his eyes finally leave your waist and come up to meet your own gaze.

“Holy hell. You look absolutely divine.” He scoffs quietly, wondering how an angel like you ended up down here. “Oh, Lucifer.” You swat a hand at him and you can feel your face burning up, sweat starting to form on your upper lip and forehead. “Stop it. You flatter me.”

Lucifer looked as if he might pass out, becoming more and more flustered the more you blush. Although, a pleased smirk graces his face because oh~ you like when he flirts with you, huh? It’s okay, he’s hella into you too.Together, you’re just a ticking time bomb of gushy feelings and sexual tension. He figures if he wants to have any chance of confessing his feelings to you tonight, his best option is to lead you out of the way and put a little distance between you two and the crowd. So, he reaches out and gently takes your hand, pulling you along to the now vacant bar with an extremely forced and up tight grin.

Husk is standing behind the counter, looking not as irritated as you’d thought he would tonight. Luci pulls out a stool for you, gesturing for you to sit before he does because he’s a gentleman and ladies always go first. “Hey. Whatcha want, doll?” Husk ask you first, giving you a wink after you answer. “And for you, sir?” He eyes Lucifer who shakes his head, politely refusing his offer. As Husk begins whipping up your drink, yet another tense silence falls between you two.

“Are you having a good time?” The blonde finally speaks up, side eyeing you. “Eh. I’m not a big party person. I’m not a fan of big crowds either so…not really.” At long last, your unhappy and disappointed attitude brings all of Lucifer’s courage and gall to his mouth. Now’s his chance. “Let’s get out of here then.” He blurts out as Husk slides your drink to you, the bartender giving you an awkward look. “What? But all these folks wanna meet you.” Once you look over to him, a devious smile makes its way to Lucifer’s thin lips as you take your first drink. “And? I’m the king of hell! I do as I please.” He teases and now you’re both smiling brightly, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you push his arm playfully. “I love Charlie but I hate this party. Let me finish my drink first, yeah?”

Lucifer continues to side eye you and also scan over the entire room, checking out the scene as you sip on your drink. You can see his casual glances and the way he quickly diverts his attention as soon as you catch him staring. Now you’re the one feeling some bravery. You quickly and smoothly slip your hand into his, letting your thumb rub back and forth across his knuckles as you try to quickly suck down the rest of your drink.

The grip you have on each other grows stronger, tighter with each second that passes. You notice Lucifer bouncing his leg now, growing impatient and needy. As soon as a slurping noise comes from the straw at the bottom of your glass, Lucifer is trying to pull you up off your seat. He’s not worried about hiding his eagerness from you at this point, not when you’re looking like you do now and getting so blushy and shy at his flirtatious comments. He has to shoot his shot, he has to try. You’re the only person who’s made him feel young and love sick again after Lilith, he can’t afford to let you slip away too. That would crush him more than the weight of the embarrassment and discomfort he is feeling right now.

Lucifer leads you to the library, doubting anyone would be occupying it at the moment and he is correct. Finally, alone together, his hand in yours still, fingers interlocked. His big eyes, full of worry and second thoughts stare deep into yours as he gives himself a moment.

“Oh, my. Where do I even begin?” His other hand comes to yours, holding them both oh so delicately. “You…I’m so….” You nod, smiling to give him some encouragement to continue. “I want you so bad. I want to hold you, I just want to touch you already. I need to kiss you. (Y/N), I love you-“

You’re not sure what came over you but now your hands are exploring his blonde locks, your lips moving feverishly against his. Besides the faint, far away music playing, all you two could hear was each other’s soft gasps and the smacking of wet lips. At first, Lucifer was very engaged in the kiss but he was hesitant to touch you, unsure of where to put his hands. Like hell he wants to rest his claws on your hips or your butt, but he waits for you to give him the okay, his hands balled into fists and held up near his shoulders.

Finally letting him have his way, you guide his hands to your torso before breaking the kiss to whisper, “It’s okay, Luci. You can touch me.” It’s more of a whimper than a whisper but Lucifer isn’t complaining in the slightest. The tone of your voice and the feeling of finally touching your perfectly soft body had his eyes glowing bright red now.

Quickly and without warning, he crashes his lips back into yours sloppily, his long forked tongue gently gliding across your lip, giving the slightest bit of attention to your teeth. He would devour every bit of you right now if you only asked. He wished you would ask right now. He’d even beg for it…You happily let your mouth open more, inviting him in as his arms slowly stretch their way around you until he’s holding you tightly against him. Lucifer squeezes you tightly as he savors your taste for a moment, pulling a soft whine from you before loosening up.

With your eyes closed, you tried to just follow his lead and do your best at impressing and arousing him but he’s sort of doing the same. He hasn’t been with anyone like this in so long, he’s rusty as hell. So, yall are an absolute mess. After about a minute of wild making out and rapidly moving hands, you’ve found yourselves on the floor. The two of you sit up on your knees, holding onto each other as if your lives depend on it. Your hands held his cheeks so tenderly, pulling his face as close to your own as you possibly could.

Lucifer couldn’t help but smile against your mouth, a soft laugh leaving him as he remembers all those nights he dreamt of this exact situation- you looking beautiful and magnificent as always and him having the freedom to let his hands roam your darling figure. He’s been craving you, dreaming of you, wishing for you, praying for you. The laugh that escapes him results in you pulling back to get a look at him. And fuck was he gorgeous- hair a disheveled mess, the purple shadow on his eyelids smudged ever so slightly, his once impressive suit now wrinkled and shifted awkwardly on him, his lips still shiny from your saliva, his breathing loud and heavy and his smile just kept getting bigger, toothier.

“What are you laughing at?” Lucifer rests his forehead against yours, his eyes moving across your breathless, flushed face, just dying to know what’s on your mind now. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages, darling. More than I’ve wanted anything in my entire existence, I’ve wanted to be alone with you like this.” A breathy giggle leaves you, your hands shaking as they travel down from his face to his biceps.

“Oh really? Why don’t you stop telling me and…keep showing me?” You tease, your hands coming to rest on his puffed out chest. Your touch combined with your sweet flirting and breathy voice has all of his wings popping out momentarily. You can’t help but laugh at this, but Lucifer is all business right now. You told him to show you, and oh darling, he’s gonna teach you a whole lesson on how beautiful and ethereal you are to him…and he’s gonna teach you with only his hands and his mouth.

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[angelbvnny]

"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

— WRIOTHESLEY, lyney, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, azul, leona, DAN HENG, blade, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, GEPARD, DIAVOLO, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

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[angelbvnny]

a very lazy drabble..

"Ah-"

"S-Stop that!"

Lifting your lips, you looked at his face. His face was full of red blush by your endearment. You had missed Wanderer so very much, just wanting to be in his arms for the remainder of the day.

Once you had met his eye when you had gotten back from the slow day at your job, you rushed up to him. Putting your hands on the sides of his face and leaving kisses for all the times you had thought about him. Maybe a bit too many to count..

A pout formed on your face as you tore your hands away from his blushed cheeks. "Fine.." You turned your gaze away from his. Your heart aches for a small moment.

It wasn't like he didn't like the affection.. He just never experienced this type of behavior from anybody. It was a little overwhelming to first experience.

Especially from his lover. He loved you very much, even if he didn't have a good way of showing it. He didn't want to see you upset. So with a sigh, he took his hand he pulled your face towards his by your chin.

You both looked into each other's eyes before he closed his, leaning forward and kissing your soft lips with his.

Pulling away, you smile and maintain the eye contact that he is so very good at keeping. "I missed you today."

He lets out a small chuckle. One that only you have the joy of hearing. "Really? I couldn't tell.."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you wrap your arms around him and he hesitantly plants his on your back. "Can I kiss you again?" You look down to his lips, then return to his eyes.

"Fine..but only because it's you."

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ You can call me Angel or Bunny or anything you'd like! Im 19, isfp, scorpio. My pronouns are she/they and I'm queer/unlabeled

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This was beautiful! I love Kuni <3

HEARTLESS LOVE (LET ME LOVE YOU.)

࣪𖤐 sypnosis... kunikuzushi is not accustomed to the feeling of love. how will he go about dealing with those feelings when you're always around?

࣪𖤐 note. i haven't wrote in forever so - there's that warning! i refer to scaramouche as kunikuzushi instead of scaramouche! 1.5k words.

࣪𖤐 tags. scaramouche x reader, slight angst (scara's feelings) but overall very fluffy and romantic!

KUNIKUZUSHI had never experienced this feeling before. He had, of course, experienced many emotions and feelings throughout the course of his long, half a century life but never this. Kunikuzushi has experienced the feeling of anger, rage, heartbreak, betrayal, and hurt above all. He was well-versed with these emotions, he had reveled in these emotions in another life. But this, this bruising feeling had nearly enraptured his very being. 

He felt it within the cavity in his chest, the place where a heart should be beating, strongly. This yearning, this aching. It was akin to the desire of wanting a gnosis; to want wholly because perhaps then finally he would find his purpose, his meaning. And yet, it was deeper than that. Your existence meant more than that. You were more multifaceted than simply being the person of his desires. He knew that better than anyone that existence was no longer something that was whittled down to one trait. He knew, and yet. 

Perhaps he was just feeling ill - yes, that was it. He was just under the weather, never mind the fact that his synthetic puppet body was not able to get sick (not to his knowledge at least). The warmth that circulated from his cheeks to his ears was simply a fever he had caught, even though he only ever experienced it when you would look at him with stars in your eyes. The anxiety he felt when he saw you becoming very close with someone else was simply just upturned nausea from food he had eaten earlier, yes. The chest palpitations he felt in his very void chest was perhaps just simply a by-factor of his body wearing down over the ages. 

At least - that’s what he tried to tell himself. He wasn’t quite sure how long these… symptoms were ongoing for but he had only become aware of them - and their meaning - merely two weeks ago. 

He prided himself on the fact that even if he was experiencing the weakness of feeling these symptoms, emotions, feelings, at least he was able to keep them confidential. You would never even see the difference in how he acted then and now.

…Right? 

Kunikuzushi is repeating the mantra over and over that you haven’t the foggiest clue about his inner emotional turmoil when he bumps right into you. 

There’s a low fluttering in his abdomen that feels vaguely as if he’s being tossed around upside down and around when he meets your glittering eyes. The smile you reward him with doesn’t seem to help his cause either - he swears the feeling of crystalflies in his stomach isn’t something that was a regular symptom before. 

Add ‘about to throw up when in their vicinity’ to the list then, he grumbles internally. 

He factors in the fact that you’re talking to him about something, but the words were lost in the rush of adrenaline and nerves that were rushing through his ears. You looked oh-so pretty while you talked, with your hands waving around to make your point all the more there but then - 

“What do you think, Kunikuzushi ?” 

He blinked. He hadn’t been paying attention to what you were saying in the least. It was in no disrespect to you, but he was a little… distracted to say the least. 

“No.” That was a safe answer, right?

“You don’t want to go for lunch together?”

Apparently it was not a safe answer. He balked at your response and waved his hands around, trying to explain, “No. Well - yes. Yes, I do want to go but, I didn’t mean-”

He’s cut off by the sound of your laughter and he can’t help the smile that’s itching onto his face. Once you stop giggling, you nod to him and confirm when to meet him for lunch. You walk off afterwards, declaring that there was much work you had to do in order to have a stress-free lunch. 

Kunikuzushi lets out a sigh of relief at your departure. Hands covering his face, he screws his eyes shut as he replays the encounter that just happened. He really needs to get his shit together. 

His moments of embarrassment did not end there, much to Kunikuzushi’s dismay. At lunch, he had believed he was going strong. The restaurant was your choice, with a homey and warm environment with two bowls of hot soup ladened with noodles as your choices for lunch. He had just finished his bowl, setting down his chopsticks, when you had reached over from across the table and tucked strands of his hair behind his ear. 

His chopsticks had dropped down onto the table in a clatter and his head snapped up at you, ears slowly developing into an ombre of red. But you seemed unbothered by it at all and had gone back to tucking into your noodles, as if you had done nothing at all. 

A few days later, he was in the Akademiya library helping you find a book to help you further conduct your research. The library was his favorite place in the whole Akademiya - with its mosaic of stained glass on the roof letting in filtered colored light, the shelves upon shelves of old books, and most of all, sustained silence. Kunikuzushi reveled in the library. 

He was just coming back to you with three books when you appear in front of him, in the narrow passageway between bookshelves. You slip past behind him, letting your hands touch around his waist in order to effectively move past him, muttering a kind “Excuse me,” as you walk past. 

Yet again, he’s left feeling flustered, this time with the ghost of your hands still on his waist. He remains silent and quietly walks back to the desk which has a plethora of books sprawled all over. He scoffs at his nerves and dedicates himself back to the books in front of him. He was not so weak as to completely crumple from such a miniature gesture. His feelings were stronger than that, in fact. 

(He yearned to feel the touch of your hands, once more.)

His last and final moment of embarrassment was late at night. The two of you were sprawled across the grass, near a small hill next to one of the Akademiya buildings. It was dark, past any time to be awake with the only noises outside being the sounds of crickets and your rhythmic breathings. The grass left a nice sensation across his bare hands and arms as Kunikuzushi counted the exhales you exuded. 

The stars were bright that night. He could see the constellations of Andromeda and Cassiopeia, and was just about to point them out when you had turned towards him calling his name out softly. 

“Hm?” He prompted. 

“You’ve been different lately. Why?” You were always prompt and direct when it came to confrontation. However, he could tell from the way you were imploringly searching his eyes that this was something that had been bothering you for as long as it had bothered him. 

He let out a sigh. He wasn’t quite sure how to go about this. He clutched blades of grass beneath his fingers, pulling them out of the ground. Avoiding your eyes, he started, “I am no   god. I am no god, and it is evident from how I yearn for you so desperately. I want you. I feel for you, I feel for you romantically and-” He takes a deep breath, despite not needing one. 

“I would like for you to give me a chance. To prove I have purpose, to prove I can make you feel happy. Let me love you.” He whispers the last sentence as if it was a thought that  barely escaped his soul. 

Kunikuzushi finally looks up to your eyes, this time his eyes doing the searching. Your hands reach out to cradle his face, and he can feel whatever synthetic heart he has within him soften. He reaches up to cover your hands with his when you whisper, “You are no god and yet I love you as if it is worship, Kunikuzushi. I will let you love me if only you allow me the same.” 

He realizes he doesn’t know how to process this. Kunikuzushi never imagined that you felt what he felt. That you felt the intensity of this feeling. He felt the trail of something liquid going down his cheeks, tears, he realized, as he nodded vehemently. “Yes. Yes, I’ve never wanted something more.” 

You leave a small kiss upon his forehead as he holds you close to his chest, hands trembling that he can touch you like this. He has never felt more bliss than in this moment. 

#wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer fluff #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff

[angelbvnny]

NOT A CHANCE | WANDERER

premise ⁠☆ wanderer flusters you using his newfound popularity.

a/n⁠ ☆ this scenario has been in my mind ever since his birthday i can't believe scara is canonically a popular kid 😭 trying to get better at dialogue ! thank u vie @thomae for helping me choose which format i'd go for the fic ily /p reblogs are very much appreciated :D

“Another letter again?”

You stare at the pink colored letter in the Wanderer’s hands, signed passionately in elegant scrawl that makes you rather pity the sender, knowing that it'll likely never get read nor acknowledged.

He gives you a wry smirk, eyes haughty. “Why, are you jealous?”

“Don't flatter yourself.” you say without hesitation. “Aren’t I the one you're currently seeking out?”

As if to prove your point, you lift up your evidence: your intertwined hands. He makes no argument, making no move to remove his own from yours, grip unfaltering, but you see the faint red hue on crawling up his ears.

Really, he couldn't be any more obvious. After all, he was the one who dragged you here, grumbling about those noisy idiots. He’d be adorable if not for his constant petulance - not that you hate it; this is a side only you get to see, and you're sure as hell you aren't going to let anyone else try to see this sight of the Wanderer being so childish and clingy.

Recently, the Wanderer's been getting attention his way by many of the scholars in the Vahumana Darshan. Though he was already marked as someone aloof and eccentric, and most dared not approach him, no one could really keep away from him, not when he had the looks that could rival even the most breathtaking of faces.

His otherworldly beauty, in particular, was subject to much admiration, hence the letter he’s currently fiddling around with like it was nothing special.

You could probably get rich by the amount of fan mail your lover gets; sometimes it'd be a verbal confession, spoken passionately by a blushing young maiden (?) in love, only to be rejected with a cutthroat no from him. Oftentimes it's gifts of much variety - charcoal-baked alijenakh cakes, cookies, and once, an Inazuman scholar even tried their hand at giving him some dango, no doubt noting his clothing and therefore wanting to create a gift that would ‘remind him of home’ as she put it kindly. She was gracefully (to put it mildly) rejected before she could even put it in his hands.

"No thanks." he says, cutting the scholar off as simply as that. "I already have a partner."

When she leaves, all polite smiles and near-tears, he looks at you by his side with a peculiar expression, like that of a cat wanting to be praised. Really, he can be so contradictory sometimes.

"Becoming quite the heartbreaker, are you? You've broken the poor girl's heart." you muse, but you kiss him on the cheek anyway. He's all proud after that. He would rather gut himself than say it to your face, but you knew he took pride in your relationship.

(You raised your hands in solemn prayer that day - her courage was very much admirable, since it takes a strong willpower to brave the wanderer’s deadpan stare.)

Honestly, if he weren't so straightforward, so straight to the point, you’d probably be jealous of people taking an interest in him.

Well, you kinda were sometimes, when a woman sent a lingering look for too long or when others could see and compliment him. But that was a thought you did not want to entertain, not when it was a very lovely day and your Wanderer wasn't being particularly fussy.

“It's not good for your image if you keep on rejecting others, y’know.” you poke at his cheek, leaning onto his side like second nature.

Wanderer's scoffing in indignation, but he changes his position on the bench to put an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “So? I already have you, what could those other nobodies possibly offer?”

Your smile grows even bigger, if that was even possible. “You trying to fluster me, Kunikuzushi?”

“No.” he replies, giving you an unamused look at the use of his full name. “I could do it just fine without resorting to making you jealous over some letter.”

Swiftly as the winds he wields, Wanderer takes your lips on his own, covering the action with his hat one moment and leaving you very flustered, very flushed the next.

“So you were trying to make me jealous.” you say accusingly, red-faced and face burning.

“Maybe.” He pulls away, licking his bottom lip momentarily, looking at your embarassed face. It's a miracle you haven't combusted from such a suggestive display. He grins, visibly smug. “Your face when I do makes for the most entertaining display. Case in point.”

“Smartass.” you hiss, but you steal another kiss for good measure, fast enough for him to be surprised. Pink blooms across his face as the sun-touched trees sway lazily in the breeze. You grin, and he narrows his eyes like a hissy cat. “Not a chance.”

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer fanfic #wanderer imagine #genshin impact

[angelbvnny]

1:11am

Kunikuzushi x gn!reader

synopsis | late night skateboarding

content | fluff, strangers to lovers kind of trope 🤞🏻 (maybe making a part two?)

cw | cursing

a/n | uhhhhh, I wanna learn skateboarding—

Thank you for 111 followers <3

Just finished up this one, thank you for 142 followers and thank you for reading‼️

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"Shit..." the indigo haired skater mumbled under his breath, while inspecting his knee. He just fell down while practicing a new trick on his skateboard, scraping his knee in the process. It's not like it was overly painful nor was it bleeding much. It's just 'fucking annoying', he thought.

He sighed and slowly stood up, careful not to put too much pressure on his wounded leg. Trudging over to the empty bench and letting his weight fall upon the old planks. It was late at night, dark with the only source of light being the yellowed light from the skatepark's lamppost.

Letting out another sigh, he leaned back against the bench and looked up at the starless night. "What a great sight to behold." he whispered quietly in a sarcastic tone, almost mockingly. He relaxed in his seat with nothing to really think about, before looking at his phone. It was midnight.

"Ow— not again!" he suddenly heard a voice cry out and a sound of what seemed like a skateboard crashing. He sat upright to look around and search for the source of the sound.

At this time around, almost no one was outside at this small skatepark. Skaters usually went to bigger ones, but Kunikuzushi wanted to be alone, which is why he always practiced here late at night. He didn't expect anyone else to be here as well this time around.

As soon as he spotted another person sitting on the concrete with a flipped-over skateboard next to them, he knew what had happened. They must have fallen off. Then he watched them stand up and dusting themselves off, before getting their skateboard to try again. Although they weren't good at what they were doing... not at all.

"What are you doing?" his sharp voice cut through the quiet night, successfully gathering your attention. You almost fell off again at his sudden intrusion. "I am trying to learn how to skateboard—"

"You're doing it wrong." he cut you off right then and there. He didn't sound nice at all, you thought, staring at him silently. You inspected his appearance with furrowed eyebrows, before spotting his injury. And as the benevolent person you are, you had to help him.

You got your backpack from the other side of the skatepark and quickly walked over to him. "You're injured." you remarked, putting your skateboard down beside him.

"Oh wow, I didn't notice at all— what are you trying to do?" he asked you, raising his eyebrow at you as you rummaged through your bag. Then you pulled out a disinfectant, bandaids and q-tips. "You can't just leave it like that, you might get an infection."

He silently watched you infused the q-tip with disinfectant, before looking at him with a sheepish smile. "This will sting... a lot." you warned him, before cleaning his wound. He hissed rather loudly through the process, the burn stinging quite a lot. But he knew that it would be better to clean his injury, not wanting to risk an infection, so he didn't protest.

"This will need bandages..." you thought out loud, rummaging through your bag again and getting everything you needed. Bandages, scissors and safety pins. "You need to straighten your leg." you say, gently pushing his leg up on the bench, before wrapping the bandages over his injury. He just silently complied, watching you do your magic. As soon as you finished, you secured the bandaged with safety pins, before putting your things back into your bag.

"Why do you have all this?" he asked you absentmindedly, inspecting his wrapped up knee. You did a pretty decent job. It wasn't too tight, but also not too loose and it felt comfortable.

"Uh... well, I just started learning how to skateboard and beginners... are prone to mistakes. And injuries..." you whisper the last part quietly, too embarrassed to admit how many times you've actually fell and injured yourself.

The indigo haired boy looked at you, before smirking a bit tauntingly. "I could see that. Your stance was off and you don't have any balance. You kept waving your arms around like a fool." he criticised you as an already advanced skater.

"You sound like my math teacher..." you grumble. Then you stood up and turned to him, a brilliant idea popping into your head. "How about you teach me? You're good at skateboarding, right? I helped you with your injury, so how about you repay me by helping me?"

"I didn't ask for your help though. I don't have time to waste on a beginner." he remarked, paying your words no mind and looking back up at the starless sky. "I'm sure you weren't any better when you first started out." you frowned, sitting down beside him and poking his shoulder. "C'mon! Help me out a little, please?"

You kept bothering him for a few minutes, before giving up and standing back up to practice a bit by yourself. He just watched you carefully as you failed over and over again, trying to not fall off the board. It was honestly getting painful just to watch.

You on the other hand didn't want to give up, your arms in the air as you try to balance yourself on the shaky board. When you were about to fall off again, you felt gentle hands gripping your hips and guiding you to stabilise yourself. You turned your head to see the pretty stranger holding you while letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked at you like you were some annoying pest, but he prevented you from falling down at least!

"You need to work on your balance first, before actually trying to skateboard." he remarked, fixing your posture. "Bend your knees a little... just like that. And don't hold your arms out like that, you look stupid." he proceeded to help you out since he had 'nothing better to do' and he 'rather not go home right now'.

He took his sweet time explaining the basics and the theory, while telling you what to do and insulting you when you failed to follow his teachings. It took a few tries, before you actually kind of got the hang of it, skating a few meters and turning back around, before getting excited over your small achievement. "I did it!" you cheered happily.

"You barely learned the basics yet..." he remarked, reminding you of the long way you'll have to go before being able to fully skate on your own. "It doesn't matter, I was able to skate a little without falling off completely!" you didn't let his pessimism ruin your moment, skating around him a little while trying to get the feel for the twists and turns of skateboarding. But then you realised—

"Wait— what time is it?!"

"Huh? 1:09am. Why?"

"Shit—!"

You hurriedly got off the board and went back to the bench to pack up your stuff, praying that your parents wouldn't be too strict about your curfew. "I'll have to go now, but thanks again for teaching me! See you around!"

"Hey, wait up—!" the indigo haired boy called out after you, but you were already out of earshot, running to get back home. He sighs, running his hand through his hair, before turning to get his own skateboard. "Didn't even catch your name." he mumbles under his breath, taking his things as well to leave.

At that moment, the clock ticked 1:11am.

'Maybe he'll get to see you again?' he thinks, maybe even wished, while looking back up at the sky once more.

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[angelbvnny]

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.

[angelbvnny]

a/n ☆ wc 821, thank u to @kazumist for inspiring me to write abt scara bc of their htgtg series so screaming im giggling like a hyena rn. modern au, established relationship. huffy bf scara dealing with you while you’re sick 

In truth, Kunikuzushi hadn't meant to stay long. Really, he didn't expect to stay for a grand total of about three hours solely focused on tending to your every need in your feverish state, not when he had a political science presentation to finish and a deadline to chase. 

it’d begun when you texted him right when lectures just finished.

kuniiii

can you pls come over

with some medicine too? I’m sick rn so I couldn’t attend classes 😭 

Not even 15 seconds later, Scaramouche is at your door, taking the duplicate keys that you gave him to get in and see your sorry state, ditching his next lecture in a heartbeat.

It was rather irresponsible of him, but then again, perhaps it was his flaw - loving you too deeply to not ever allow himself the gratuitous release of his own sanity and health should he not see you get better with his own two eyes (Nahida would be proud, no doubt)

It's why he rushed down to your apartment after his lecture finished the moment you texted him about getting you some medicine for your cold, why his friends (read: Childe & Heizou) tease him mercilessly about him being a simp and consequently never being free of such allegations in the duration of his relationship with you,  (awful for his pride, but true nonetheless) why he’s currently staying in your room to just look after you despite giving you your medicine about 30 minutes ago. 

His eyes flicker over to your face. Serene, if not for the faint flush of blush and the glistening of sweat from the heat your body must be emitting. Taking your temperature brings him a whopping 38.5 degrees; it's no wonder you couldn't get out of bed. 

You stir, and he springs up from your desk chair, tense. Were you in pain? Trying to telling him something? 

“...uni...”

“I’m here.” He feels like an idiot, reassuring the you who is under the influence of sickness as contrast to his normal snappy self. If you were awake, maybe you’d have teased him, but you’re not. Tentatively, he brushes away the stray strands around your face, careful not to wake you up. “You okay?”

He calls your name once. Twice for good measure.

No response except for a shuffle as you continue to slumber unaware. So you were just having a bit of disorientation. 

“Match Kuromi and Melody plushies with me someday... mm....”

He lets out the most ridiculous snort in his life. You had him worried for a second there. Sighing, Kunikuzushi gently takes off the damp cloth he's placed on your head, soaking it once more before once again putting it in its previous position. The small frown of your brows makes him chuckle, just a bit. 

“Yeah? So demanding, even in sleep and sick like a dog. Focus on getting better instead of asking me to get matching plushies with you, dumbass.” deadpanning to the array of plushies by your bedside, and especially huge black cat plush you’re currently hugging,  “Besides, you already have more than enough.”

“you can never have too many plushies….” you whine, and though half asleep, it seems you’re still hyper-aware of what he’s saying. “why, you don’t want to match plushies with me?” you give him probably the most delirious impression of puppy eyes in mood to sway him, still visibly under the thick haze of sleep.

and unfortunately for him, Kunikuzushi always lets it get to him. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” he snarks, but it’s unfounded when he’s already red-faced and pink himself, pressing his hand to your forehead and bringing up the covers to cover you better the moment he noticed you shivering slightly. And in the same vein, in that soft tone he only reserves for you, “I’ll do whatever you want as long as you just focus on getting better, alright?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Happy now?” he lifts your head a little more to position your sleepy form to cuddle the giant cat plush instead of it almost falling because of you leaning into him. “So just get better. I’ll always be there for you anyway.”

You smile, and though your hair is slightly disheveled, Scaramouche doesn’t really mind it; not when your smile makes you glow and when the image makes his own smile show itself to you. Perhaps being sick wouldn’t be so bad - if it was him who were taking care of you, that is.

Before he leaves, he presses a kiss to your forehead. Chaste, because you’d never let him live it down otherwise. 

“You look exhausted. Is this because you spent all day taking care of [name]?” an emphatic Kazuha pats Scaramouche’s back when he sees him slumped over his laptop after the lecture ended - he’d managed to finish the presentation after all, with flying marks at that. It’s a wonder how he’d managed with what little sleep he garnered (a whopping 1 and a half hours), but he did and now he feels like sleeping for a damn eternity and more.

“Yeah.” he groans and buries his head in his arms again, not before giving a middle finger to a smirky Heizou, “Couldn’t sleep because their temperature kept rising and I had to format the presentation content yesterday.”

“Well, are they feeling better now?” Aether chimes in, and Kunikuzushi gives him a barely noticeable nod. 

“I’ll check on them again later.” 

Next to him, Childe nods, whispering to Heizou, “Told you he’s whipped.” but then winces when Scaramouche steps on his foot. “Ow!”

“Fuck off, Childe. I can hear you.”

“Still, I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

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[angelbvnny]

doing your boyfriend’s makeup

scaramouche/wanderer x reader

cw: very mildly suggestive at the end

“stop squirming.”

“i’m not—“

“stop talking!” you admonish, your shaky hand narrowly missing scaramouche’s eyelashes. he glares up at you through those very thick and unfairly long eyelashes. even without the mascara, scaramouche has the most gorgeous eyelashes you’ve ever seen. it’s unfair, really. you’re convinced that you could put on the entire tube’s contents of mascara on your own lashes and they would still have half as long as his.

with a huff and a pout, scaramouche closes his eyes once more. you continue to reapply the mascara in long, even strokes, hesitating ever so slightly when his flutter in a way that suggests scaramouche is seconds away from sleep—and that he might very well be. the tension of you nested on his lap and touching his face with gentle, wispy touches faded away to reveal the peace and tranquillity of the scene. it’s late into the evening hours, but the atmosphere suggests a gentle breeze, a warm summer afternoon, a harp playing somewhere in the background.

scaramouche is transported back to the bedroom, the fairy lights, and shuffled playlist playing from your small speaker, when you pause and he takes it upon him to open his eyes. you don’t reprimand him this time, instead taking a moment to study his face: the curve of his lips, the angle of his cheekbones, those eyelashes and dangerously gorgeous violet eyes underneath them.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper as scaramouche’s eyes flicker up to yours. “even without the makeup.”

scaramouche tilts his head as he studies your face in return. “i should be telling you that.”

there’s a smoke, a fog, a haze in the room with how you’re both lost in each other’s eyes.

“you do, though. every day.” you look down at the tube of mascara in your hands and set in on the vanity behind scaramouche. you look at yourself in the mirror before glancing at scaramouche’s reflection—even the back of his head, with it’s choppy haircut you requested a handful of times for him to let you straighten out, is beautiful.

“…do you really think so?”

you look back at scaramouche, surprised at the question. “of course i do.” you repeat yourself again for good measure. “you’re beautiful—even more than that.“

scaramouche is quiet for a second, contemplative, before a quiet, “thank you, [name].”

you know he’s thanking you for more than the compliment, more than the impromptu makeup session tonight, more than he might know himself.

“you’re welcome,” you return, meeting him in his cloudy, storm-filled eyes. your glance to your makeup bag and an idea like a bolt of lightning strikes you. “now, then. i just have one more thing. close your eyes again for me, okay?”

scaramouche does as he is told, fluttering his eyelids shut as you reach into your bag and pull out a bright red lipstick.

“you just need a little bit of chapstick.” you gently brush the “chapstick” on his pouted lips, even as he asks a, “and why did i need to close my eyes for this?” as you put it on.

you ignore the question and pose one of your own. “it’s all done! do you want to see what a lovely masterpiece your face has become?”

“do i want really to?” scaramouche asks, eyeing the open bottle of mascara and several q-tips and tissues you had to use for around the eye clean up.

“i’m going to say probably not, but you don’t have a choice.” you reach over and pickup a handheld mirror which you present infront of scaramouche. he studies his face, the long thick black eyelashes, the smuged eyeliner to bring out the lighter tones of lavender in his eyes, his lips colored—

“red.” scaramouche turns around to the vanity mirror, as if to double check that the firery red pigment on his lips is truly real. he meets your gaze in the mirror. “i didn’t know chapstick was red.”

“yeah, well… chapstick, lipstick, it’s all basically the same at the end of the day.” scaramouche sets the handheld mirror down and turns back to you, noting your oh-so innocent smile as you try to contain a laugh.

“you think you’re so funny,” scaramouche says, a new wicked gleam in his eyes.

“i’m familar with this shade because it’s always covering my lips, cheeks, and neck whenever you kiss me,” he whispers. you gulp nervously at his lascivious tone, and scaramouche is the one to smile. “consider this as payback.”

scaramouche leans in closer, and you don’t protest when his lips meet yours, staining them the same fiery red that you’re sure you’re going to be covered with by the time the sun is up tomorrow.

#im so in love with him #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader

[angelbvnny]

Yumejoshis and self shippers i love you <3 thats it thats the post. Seeing your art or writing inspires me to do the same :3

#yumejoshi #yumeship #self ship #angelbvnny-spam

[angelbvnny]

Eeee i love him sm <3

cold breeze

summary: you forgot to bring a jacket, and now you were pretty cold. but maybe forgetting your jacket had a good side.

a/n: this is super short, but yeah enjoy!!

summer nights are always colder than you expect. you are never really prepared for the cold breeze that comes with them. 

unlike scaramouche next to you, who was wearing a jacket by now, you were shivering a little and goosebumps were long forming on your arms by now. scaramouche kept saying something like “told you so”, and the proud grin on his face only seemed to grow. 

“i told you you should bring a jacket”, he was really insistent on reminding you of your mistake. 

“i know scara, you've said that like 22 times now”, you looked at him with a deadpan expression while holding your arms to somewhat shield yourself from the cold air of the night. 

just after a few seconds of silence suddenly a fairly loud groan came from scaramouche. 

“...you're so stupid”, he insulted you again for no reason, before handing you his jacket without you even asking for it. 

“scara- i’ll be fine, besides then you'll be cold”, you tried declining. 

scaramouche on the other hand was very insistent tonight. 

“dumbass just take it”, and without another word, he laid his jacket around your shoulders. the warmth of his jacket was comforting, and although you knew scaramouche was going to use this against you for quite a while. 

“thanks scara”, you smiled. 

“tsk, i mean what was i supposed to do? let you freeze to death?”, scaramouche replied while turning away from you. 

luckily it was late and dark and you couldn't see the faint blush sneaking onto his face. 

[angelbvnny]

breathtaking.

summary. wanderer is breathtaking and you make sure to tell him that, as much as you can.

m.notes. established relationship; soft scara cries can you tell I'm so fucking in love with him it's so not funny anymore how do i live laugh love in these conditions, the 2am thoughts held me hostage

"you are so breathtaking."

you say, with all the fervor of a devotee, enamored. that's all you have to say to him, but wanderer feels as though you'd told him some world-shattering revelation with just a few words. there is a heavy silence in your shared home, but not for reasons you might think.

rumpled covers, silken sheets, soft skin against skin; you and the wanderer are entangled in one another's embrace, sharing the warmth as the morning sun dawns, purples and orange mixing into an enchanting blend of colors, watching as the sun rises in the horizon. it's peaceful, all you could ever want. the fact that he has allowed himself to be this vulnerable to you causes inexplicable affection you can't even begin to put words in to describe its depth.

there is no hat of his to shield his red cheeks, so he finds it suitable to hide his face in the crook of your neck. you play at the strands of hair at his nape, and gently trace the electro symbol he so greatly wishes to hide.

he bristles at the touch by instinct, years of betrayal in that mark's history showing like second skin, but he grips you tighter, a hand on your waist - feeling like glass that might break any moment as he calms down. the past does not haunt him any longer. not when you were there to soothe it all away. so he allows you to touch, to hold him like he's the world in your arms.

you caress his face, maneuvering him to look at you. he leans his face on your palm, nuzzling into it, close-eyed and at peace. serene. like a cat, you'd surmise later.

it's too much, he thinks. for you to have this much of an effect on him. for you to see such a vulnerable side of him. you're the unanswered wishes he's whispered in the wind; the tether he's longed for even before he knew you. it's all divine, your touch - you. wanderer doesn't think he should be deserving of it, but you seem to prove otherwise every single day.

"so beautiful." you coo, and his face heats in flames, hot under your touch. the non-existent void that is his heart aches unspoken. he welcomes it. "so lovely."

"don't say that." he stutters out, and damn it, he can feel it; the prickling feeling of tears on his face, and you find it suitable to press a kiss to his forehead, before brushing away the remnants of the droplets in his eyes. your kiss burns like a warm flame. "don't say it."

"why not? it's true." you muse, smiling at him. an angel he'd come to love, wanderer thinks. "i can't admire you?"

against his will, wanderer's lip trembles, lost for words. you take it as cue to brush a finger over it, then using both hands to hold his face in your palms. tender. soft.

you look at him as if he's the most fragile and precious thing you've held, and it leaves him starstruck, your look something he's ingrained in his memory since the moment you've bared it before him.

he doesn't need to breathe, but he does anyway; breathless at your proximity and just how much he's allowed himself to trust you, accept your care. it's the best decision he's made to date, it seems.

your faces are so close - and your eyes hold everything in them, iridescent twinkle in your eyes. he frowns. "you're exaggerating."

you hum, and you press your forehead to his. up close, wanderer can see the flutter of your lashes, every mark on your skin; every flaw, every imperfection. but he sees none of that, only you. in your entirety, it is you who is divine, not him. the air shared between you two is warm, and there's tenderness in your eyes that he's sure is being mirrored in his own gaze.

"i'm not. when have i ever lied to you?" wanderer scoffs at that, and yet the fondness in his indigo eyes leaves to touch your heart as he looks away for a moment, unable to bear the look you give him.

"you are." he argues, even when you both know it's not true. his face is coated in the color of fire corollas. you laugh, closing your eyes as you move your hands to intertwine them around his neck. he feels feverish, light-headed. "you're lying right now."

"mm, i wonder what would it take for you to believe me." your gaze is akin to those false stars in the sky, and unlike them, he'd be glad to stare at it all day, unwilling to tear his sight away then. incomparable. enchanting, because you are exactly that.

you can see him think over your words, your wanderer seemingly unhurried. there's still the remnants of pink coating his cheeks; you have a feeling that if you parted now, he'd only grip you closer.

"what would it take for me to believe you?" he repeats, and you can see it - the vulnerable him ebbing away, the normal, snarky countenance he so upholds returning. he grins at you, sharp yet still holding that vulnerable expression. playful, yet tender in the way you're only witness to. there's a hint of softness in it too, and the wanderer is lucent in your eyes. "i don't know. you tell me."

you sigh, dramatic enough that he raises a disbelieving brow. even when he looked at you like that, if he didn't outright say it, what was the point? "you're no fun."

but you indulge him anyway, bridging what little distance remains between you two. the kiss is nothing but sweet, despite his aversion for such things. your kiss is salvation; a steadfast reminder of your affection, and wanderer knows that you'd prove it over and over again if he doubted you. you always have, and always would.

and he'd let you.

"is that enough for you, kuni?" when you pull away, wanderer grips onto you, not wanting to part with your warming touch just yet. his blush reaches the tips of his ears, and the sight is adorable.

"n-not even close," he tries to say, but you know you've got to him. "you'd have to do better if you want me to believe you." he snarks, but its effect does little to deter your smile when he's looking a lot like a love-drunk fool right now. ah, so cute.

"i see." you say, shoulders sagging, a feigned expression of displeasure on your face. wanderer falters at your display, likely thinking he must've crossed you, that which he aims to placate. you hide your smile away from his view - he was truly so lovely.

"then..."

you cup his face in your hands again, and the wanderer lets you, though his face is getting redder by the minute. the smile you give him is mesmerizing, and he can't look away. he won't.

"i'd just do this-" a kiss to his forehead.

"again," then his temple.

"and again-" you shift to press your lips to the electro symbol at the back of his neck. "and again."

finally, you press a kiss to the side of his mouth. "until you're sure of it."

wanderer swallows, face burning, and you press your forehead against his once more. it's these soft moments known only to you that you cherish, unwilling to give it up, fiercely protective of it, and he may not admit it now, but you have a feeling wanderer feels the same. so for now, these tender moments is all for you to keep.

at your words, he falters, and kunikuzushi gives you a smile, and though faint, it's one that you'd swear to always keep close to your heart.

"i'll hold onto that, then."

(with time, he will return the sentiment wholeheartedly, unburdened by the shackles of his own doing. but now, you're content to hold him like this, and it's enough.)

@ MHIIEEE : do not copy, repost, translate or claim my work as yours.

i need the yellow basket to get this man and keep him in my arms fr (the musings of a simp) was debating posting this on his bday but nvm

[angelbvnny]

Rainy Day

Gn!Reader, sfw, very fluffy fluff, nicknames "baby" and "sweetheart" used, sorry if Wanderer's is kinda off i wrote it at work

Tartaglia, Wanderer, Thoma

You and your boyfriend had a wonderful date planned out for the two of you. You spent all yesterday preparing the food for your little picnic date. But as you are about to head out, a loud thunder strike shakes the house. And only a few moments later, heavy rain can be heard dropping onto your roof. What to do now?

Tartaglia

Childe puts his hands on your cheeks cupping your face. It's an act that always brings you great comfort. His hands are so warm and you can't help but to feel so safe in his hold, even when it's something as small as his hands on your cheeks. He keeps a smile on his face, but not the usual one most people see him wear, rather a real smile, a smile from Ajax. "It's okay baby, i've got an idea!" Coming from a nation of snow and ice, rain is a rare sight for Tartaglia, and although it ruined your picnic plans, it's hard for him to hide the bit of excitement within him.

He rushes you to the bedroom, dressing you in a hooded coat then putting one on himself. By the time you realize his plans he's already opening the front door pulling you outside with him before you can interject. All you can do is stand in shock for a moment from the sudden coldness and wetness, but you quickly adjust and look over to Ajax. Your boyfriend is looking up into the sky, not saying a word with a wide smile on his face. He quickly turns to you running up to you, picking you up and spinning you around. An eruption of giggles escapes you as you watch him have so much fun.

He's not the only one having fun though, you're also enjoying yourself, the picnic long forgotten as the two of you stomp and splash into puddles. As you two continue to play in the rain, your shoes fill up with water and your body begins to shiver, although you barely even notice. Tartaglia does though, and of course he has to take care of his lover, so he ushers you back inside the house. Now enveloped in warmth, he brings a towel and dries you off, then himself. You both change into dry clothes and cuddle up together on the couch, listening to the rain continue to fall. Tired from your time outside, you lean your head onto his chest closing your eyes. You think you could fall asleep when-

"Achoo!"

Uh oh.

Wanderer

Scara can't help but find the little pout on your face funny. You looked like a sad little puppy, but he only finds your dismay entertaining for a short time before getting a bit irritated himself. He doesn't like seeing you upset for very long, especially if he isn't the one causing it. As you defeatedly put back the supplies for the picnic he stays quiet, racking his brain on ways to fix this little problem.

Before you get the chance to sit down, he grabs your wrist pulling you towards the front door. "C'mon.." he sighs out, his tone sounding inconvenienced, but you both know he could never actually be upset with you. He pushes you out the door but instead of you getting soaked, he's standing right next to you as he puts his arm around your waist pulling you towards him so the two of you are protected under his hat.

"Lets take a walk." He doesn't give you much of a choice as he starts to walk, bringing you along with him. You rest your head on his shoulder, the white noise of the rain and the cloudy sky relaxes you within minutes. Maybe it's okay that you couldn't do your picnic today, because it allowed for this moment with him. "We can go in a few days." He says in a quiet voice. A smile creeps onto your face hearing him try to comfort you. "Thank you Kuni." You can hear a little "hmph" of pride come from him as you both continue walking through the rain, completely dry.

Thoma

Your shoulders drop as you look out the window, a look of utter defeat and disappointment on your face. "Aw, sweetheart." Thoma comes from behind you, snaking an arm around you while taking the picnic basket from you with his other. He places it down, allowing both arms to wrap around you as he pecks you on the cheek. "Don't be sad, there's plenty of stuff to do inside as well!" His soft voice is as comforting as ever.

He spins you around so you're facing him. He makes a face acting as if he was in deep thought, before speaking again. "How about we make a pillow fort?" You laugh a bit at his suggestion. "I can't remember the last time I made one." He starts moving you towards the bedroom. "All the more reason to make one now!" You can't deny that the offer sounds quite fun and that beaming smile on his face is hard to resist.

Once in the bedroom, Thoma starts pulling the blankets off the bed, plopping them into your arms. He looks around tapping his face. "Hmm, this definitely won't be enough." He goes to the closet retrieving even more throws and sheets you didn't even know you had. He adds to the mountain of bedding you're holding before the two of you walk back to the living room. Thoma starts moving chairs around, adjusting them to what fits his standard. You then help him place the copious amount of blankets across the chairs, creating a little den for the two of you to share.

You both add some pillows inside for comfort and one final throw to lay under. You shimmy in, adjusting to get comfortable before finally laying in each others arms. Proud of your craftsmanship, you rest in his hold, the comfortable silence falling over you. With the now quiet atmosphere, it allows you both to hear the rushing of the wind and tapping of the rain against the house. You let out a content sigh, no longer upset about your little picnic.

#childe #childe x reader #childe fluff #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia fluff #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #thoma #thoma x reader #thoma fluff #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff

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It's your special day.

Wanderer x fem!reader

synopsis | after the new year's celebration with your boyfriend, you've gotten quite busy with other matters... so he gets irritated

content | angst (only in the beginning) with comfort, Wanderer being possessive of you 🫵🏻

cw | self-doubt, self-hate, overthinking thoughts, pessimism

a/n | uhhh, kind of a continuation of this, but you don't need to read it to understand this part! anyways, I've never wrote angst before :)

Happy birthday to our beloved Wanderer <3

art credit | @/wonyxquwu on Pinterest!

A BITTER TASTE was left in his mouth, even though he did not eat nor drink anything beforehand. A bitter taste that did not suit his stomach. Wanderer stomped his way out of the Akademiya library, uncaring if he were to bump into someone on his way.

Did he do something that might have offended you? Or why must you be so ignorant of his need for your attention? Can't you see how frustrated he is?

The reason for his foul mood was his lover. Or rather, the lack of it. After having celebrated New Year together the day before, you seemed to have gotten busy with some tasks. Tasks you refused to tell him about.

Many questions raced through his mind. A cruel reality that his pessimistic brain is trying to convince him of. 'I am her lover. Me. Not some scribe of the Akademiya. So why isn't she talking to me? What's the issue? Doesn't she trust me? Am I not someone she can confide in? Did she lose interest in me? Have I been too harsh?'

He had watched as you walked past him to talk to Alhaitham, completely avoiding his existence, as he was waiting for you to greet him with your usual hugs and maybe a kiss or two. It hurt him more than it should've.

You acted like he was some kind of stranger. Like air. Someone not worthy of your time. And maybe he really wasn't. After all the crimes he has committed. After treating you the way he did when you took care of him after his battle. After having hurt your feelings over and over again in the past.

Wanderer couldn't help himself, but think so negatively. He still isn't used to believing that those greedy mortals are capable of giving without taking. He still isn't used to the concept of love. He still isn't used to you willingly loving him and caring for him without expecting anything in return.

If you told Scaramouche that he will be feeling all those 'worthless emotions' for a single mortal in his near future, he would have laughed at your audacity. But Wanderer isn't Scaramouche. Wanderer has already accepted the concepts of anger and fondness as his own.

But right now, he felt something he never felt before. A painful ache inside the hollow space where a heart should have been. He had crossed his arms in impatience, watching you chat with the Scribe about something seemingly important. You didn't even look at him. He wasn't used to this. He dislikes— no. He hates it, he decided. And then he starts to hate himself.

Wanderer knows he shouldn't be feeling like this. So angry. No... he's feeling jealous. But he doesn't dare to admit it. You're allowed to converse with other people that are not him (even if he's convinced you only needed him to talk to). You're allowed to look at other people that are not him. You're allowed to laugh with other people that are not him. Yet, he feels this burning desire to just take you away and not let anyone ever lay their eyes on you again. He knows this is wrong.

And once he saw Cyno, the General Mahamatra, casually joining in to take up all your attention, he frowns. He saw how vibrant you looked. How your lips curved into that shy smile, which he adores to see, at something Cyno had said. And then he turned away, storming out of the library to get some fresh air. He loves seeing you smile. At him. Not at someone else.

These people were your friends. Friends, he reminded himself. What a funny concept friendship is. A concept the Traveller had convinced him of to be a fresh and positive feeling. But all he felt was bitterness, seeing this concept. It was no doubt that if someone were to talk to him, he'd burst out in a fit of rage. As much as he wants to change for you, it feels like everything is testing his patience. He's not good with this. No... he's not good with humans. So he leaves the library.

He walks through the bustling city, trying to occupy his mind with other things. How nice that everything around the city just reminds him of you. The memories of you two running through the city to get ingredients for a potion to fix the mess he created. The memories of you two going on little dates resurfacing in his brain. And then he feels the burning rage once more.

He uses his Anemo vision and flies away, trying to find a place to rest in at the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Inside the room he calls his own. But that room was full of memories of you as well. He can't find rest, it seems. The only rests he was ever able to find in his 500 years of living was in the embrace of your arms. But you're not here right now and he can't always rely on you.

He tosses his hat on the table nearby and throws himself on his bed, trying to wrestle himself to sleep. Maybe sleep is just what he needed right now. If he slept, he wouldn't be thinking. Wanderer felt stupid. Stupid for feeling like this. Disgusting even. It wasn't long before he eventually felt asleep.

The soft sound of the door opening caught his attention. It was late already, the room was dark. So it could only be you who must be bothering him at such an hour. Your lover is a light sleeper, so it wasn't unusual for him to wake up to any sounds you might make. Despite his awareness of your presence, he didn't make a move to sit up or greet you. He just laid there motionlessly. Then he heard the bed creak and a gentle dip of the mattress.

"Kuni?" your soft and quiet voice extinguished the burn inside his chest a little. You just had such an effect on him, didn't you?

"..." He didn't reply. He so badly wanted to ask you if he did anything wrong. To beg you for forgiveness if he made a mistake. But nothing came out.

"I know you're awake." you whispered, your body hovering over his, as you encased him with your arms. "Are you mad?" you asked quietly, already able to guess by the lack of reply.

You sighed at his stubbornness and laid down beside him to gaze into his closed eyes, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, gently running your thumb over his fair, porcelain skin. His eyes opened in response to your action, indigo hues staring back into your own. "Kuni, my love." you whisper softly, wanting him to talk to you. Your gaze not faltering once.

"Why?" he broke his own silence. You quizzically waited for him to continue his sentence. "Why did you ignore me? Do you not love me anymore? Are you going to abandon me and run off with that Akademiya Scribe?" he continues, throwing a bunch of questions at you, revealing his insecurity fully for you to laugh at.

But you don't. Instead, you lean in to press your lips against the corner of his, instantly lessening the impact of his worries, shattering his pessimistic thoughts. If he were born a human, he would've been blushing by now.

"I'm sorry if you felt neglected, my love." you talked to him so sweetly and reassuringly. So much love was reflected in your eyes. "It wasn't my intention to make you feel like this... I was just preparing..."

"For what?" he decided to press on, obviously demanding an answer, his hands gripping your arms almost desperately. You remained quiet, not knowing if you should answer him. But seeing the whirlwind of emotion in his eyes, you relented.

"The traveller told me about your birthday." you calmly started to explain. "I wanted to surprise you by gathering a few things to throw a small celebration for you, so—", before you could finish your sentence your lover had already tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest.

You didn't need long before you wrapped your arms around his figure as well. He clearly needed your comfort right now. You just silently embraced him, waiting for him to say something. Anything really.

"Your chest is still smaller than it looks like." he broke the silence, gently squeezing your waist with his arms. You irked a bit at his unwelcome comment, ready to start an argument, but didn't get the chance to. "Sorry..." he mumbled shyly, pressing himself closer to your body. "Sorry for doubting you...". The beating of your heart silenced his racing thoughts.

A small sigh left your lips to calm your nerves. "You should be. You really doubted me when I was trying to surprise you!" you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Now it's not a surprise anymore..."

"You didn't invite that General, did you?" he huffs, hoping it would be a rather small celebration. "I will not answer that..." A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, filling the dark room.

Then he uttered the words he previously refused to believe in. "I love you, did I ever tell you that?"

A smile etched itself onto your face, as you replied. "I love you too, Kuni." These words seemed to calm him even more. You only said five words. But they had such an incredibly huge impact on him. He looked up to meet your loving gaze and moved in connect your lips in a kiss, holding this intimate connection for longer than usual, before parting away. Your fingers gently intertwined with his, squeezing his hand for comfort and reassurance.

"Happy birthday, Kuni."