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zushimart · 1 year

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kabukimono? scara x gn!reader hurt & comfort kind of? (the licking ur wounds kind of angst). reincarnation au (U!! are the reincarnated one). 868 words. ib an ask mar baby sent to me. @zhvonqli...

it’s a warm day, but the mob around the market stalls makes it warmer. with not a raincloud in the sky to be found, the streets were lively with the chatter of the crowd, occasional shouts of a shopkeeper, and the screaming laughs of children weaving through the mass of bodies. despite the noise, the wanderer’s concentrated on a bundle of dangling red harra fruit hanging from the awning of an unfamiliar stall.

he doesn’t want to bother the shopkeep, so he hovers just a few feet off the ground to inspect the fruit. it catches him off guard when a voice clears its throat and cuts through his thoughts, “just fifty mora a pop.” when he looks in your direction, eyes meeting yours, his control over anemo dissipates like water falling through cupped hands. he drops to his feet with gracelessness.

he’s entered a pocket dimension, he thinks. the crowd’s become muffled and colors have become muted. maybe to you, leaning against a stack of crates, he’s just another customer. to him, you’re a ghost. the pause stretches for far too long before he finds himself stuttering, “u-um, fifty?” he wants to scrub at his eyes and run up the steps of the academia back to nahida’s sanctuary. she could take a look inside his mind to see if the trauma finally left some cracks. of course it isn’t you. it’s someone who looks like you. you died. you’ve been dead.

a part of you wonders if maybe you’d caught him stealing from the way he rifles through his pouch of mora. he keeps taking measured glances at your face –– far from subtle, with wide eyes that find the sandy floor every time they meet your gaze.

in your customer’s nervousness, he drops the pouch and coins fly under the counter. profanities dirty his mouth as you lean down to help him. “is it too much?” you ask. he shakes his head, opening his hand to let you place the stray money in his palm. “are you new around here?”

“a little,” he says, “but i’ve got a… friend… showing me around,” he says, the word foreign on his tongue. “can i ask, what’s your name?” he's finally handing you the mora.

“um," you pause, "y/n." you pocket the money before turning around to grab a stepstool behind the counter. he bites his tongue, hard.

“from here?” he asks.

“born and raised,” you answer, reaching up to grab three harra fruit. “why do you ask?” and it’s in the way that you turn to look at him, the gentle tilt of your head, the open curiosity in your eyes, or maybe the cadence of your voice –– carrying worry for a stranger you’ve never met… and a suspicious one, at that. could it really be you?

“you just remind me of someone,” he says softly, “someone i used to know.”

“oh,” you say. “i hope that’s a good thing.”

“a very good thing,” he says before he can stop himself. you flash a big smile and butterflies erupt in his stomach. deja vu makes home in his heart with katsuragi’s voice echoing in his mind. 'this is y/n! they’ll be helping me help you.' you washed his clothes and gave him your bed that night. your smile was big then, too.

“i can be someone you do know, if you want.”

his eyes widen ever so slightly. “i would like that,” he says, taking the bag of harra fruit you’ve prepared, but it slips out of his hands, unprepared to hold the weight of the sheer amount he accidentally purchased.

but you catch it like nothing, “seems like you need the help."

he's red in the face, docile like a kitten. “i do,” he admits. far flung centuries ago, the same hands brushed his as they handed him a bag of freshly picked lavender melons. the same hands taught him to hold a comb and braid his hair. the same hands held his face to pull him in for his first kiss.

“and what’s your name?” you ask him, taking a few steps back to lean against the same pile of crates. it has to be you.

“k-kabukimono,” it comes falling from his lips before he could think. a hollow part of him wishes your eyes would ignite with recognition, but they don’t.

“what’s it mean?” you ask, “sounds inazuman.”

“i’m from inazuma,” he says, “it’s an insult.”

“oh. and you’re okay with that?”

“it’s the first name they... i mean, some other people i used to know... gave me. i liked it,” he says, fiddling with the bag in his hands.

“hmn, is it not your name anymore?”

“i don’t think so," he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“you’re a little peculiar,” you say with a laugh and the sound sends him back to tatarasuna. he recalls the same image… your head cast back, body shaking with laughter from one of the first jokes he’d ever managed to tell. he promised himself he’d remember the moment forever.

he wonders, staring at you in front of him in the now before looking down at a body dressed in black and blue instead of pure white silk, if this was a dream. a gift from nahida that he’d wake up from... sad, but happy to have spoken with you even if just once more.

“kabukimono?” you ask, “are you okay?”

“i’m okay,” he blurts, but he knows why you’re asking.

he’s crying.

#HES CRYING !!!#scaramouche x reader #not my usual kind of thing hmn but it was rly fun to write #interesting and hard to write actually i should say #wanderer x reader #did i tag the wrong one btw mar shld i tag the zhongli one #im hungry

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rukkiya · 1 year

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Can you do Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Kaeya, Scara, and Childe birthday hcs where they do a surprise party for their s/o !!! (Separate! ^*^) :3 ♡♡

a special day

(ayato x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, kaeya x reader, scaramoche x reader, childe x reader -separate-)

Ayato *ੈ✩‧₊˚

The head of the yashiro commission likes to take his time and plan things out thoroughly.

Ayato makes sure to invite your close friends since he knows they bring you great joy.

Sure, he’d much rather have you all to himself, but he can’t be greedy with you. You help so many others and he knows your friends would love to catch up with you so it’s only fair he throws a grand party and invited your close ones in favor of your hard work.

“Thoma why are you-“

“Shhh, Ayato’s orders.” Thoma chuckles, finishing the knot of the blindfold on the back of your head.

You had just arrived home from work only to be greeted with a strangely quiet house and Thoma waiting by the entrance.

“Ah, what is he up to now?” You giggle, shaking your head trying to think what you husband had schemed up this time.

“Watch your step y/n, we’re going out to the back.” Thoma whispers, hand holding onto yours as he leads you to the back of the estate.

“Why are you whispering?” You whisper yell, looking up the direction his voice came from.

“Thoma?” You call out feeling his hand let yours go as you come to a stop.

“May I remove the blindfold?” You laugh again, feeling nervous for what surprise they’ve come up with.

“Allow me to do so love.” Ayato’s voice comes from just beside you as his hands lay at your waist making you jump in surprise.

“Ayato dear, what’s going on? You ask, hands gently holding onto his forearms.

He only hums in response, hands moving from your waist and up to the back of your head before gently untying the ribbon.

Your smile widens when you finally open your eyes but you heart warms up as he steps to the side for you to see familiar faces beaming back at you just as happy to see you as you were to them.

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Thoma, Ayaka, Itto, Lumine, Paimon, Kazuha and Ayato all say in unison making your hands hover over your heart.

“I- What? Ayato love, did you invite them all?” You beam at your husband, making his eyes soften at your happy expression.

“Why of course, they’re your dear friends after all, besides they all wanted to see you today they’ve missed you!” Ayato gestures his hand behind him, and you take in the decorations and your dear friends you’ve missed so much.

Your heart was full, it’s been so busy you haven’t had any time to relax or catch-up with anyone, but this was everything you needed.

“Thank you love, I couldn’t ask for anything better!” Your arms wrap around his torso, and he chuckles, his own arms engulfing you tucking your head into his neck placing a fleeting kiss on top of your head.

“Awww come on, don’t hog them up all day now! Paimon has missed them just as much as everyone else!” The high-pitched voice comes from right beside you making you burst out into laughter at her attitude, only she would be brave enough to talk to Ayato like that.

“Come on compadre! I agree with flying Lavender melon here for once! We’ve all been busy and want to catch up with both of you! I say it's time to party!” Itto joins in, throwing his arms over Paimon and you bringing you in for a bear hug.

Kazuha, Ayaka, Thoma and Lumine all make their way up to the hug, joining in as joyous laughter rings in the air.

Ayato, the ever so busy clan leader felt relaxed for once in so long. His longtime friends and you, his love were all here celebrating a day that is dedicated to you. He doesn’t like arranging parties, but your parties are the only exception for him.

Thoma *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Ayato gives him the day off to be with you! He knew thoma wouldn’t ask himself, but he wouldn’t let him work on your birthday.

You however did still have to work, unfortunately. But Thoma still wants to make your day special!

“Y/n, dear wake up!” He whispers, peppering kisses all over your face making you laugh.

"It's too early." you rasp, morning voice as scratchy as ever but it sounded more like music to thomas ears.

"I didn't want to wake you, as much as I would love to keep you home and spend today with you, you have work. Now get up and I'll make you breakfast sleepyhead." He smiles when you open your eyes, small smile playing on your lips.

"Waffles?" You ask and he nods his head giving you another small kiss on the nose.

"Anything you want!" He pushes the stray hair off your face and pushes himself off getting ready to make you food.

He happily does so, he loves treating you to meals, making them himself. Seeing the happy expression you make with the food he feeds you is all he needs to be happy himself.

Though you do have work today, when you get home, he makes sure you wind down and relax with him the rest of the night.

A small party for you and you only. He just wants to service you today, you’ve been so busy.

He’s busy making your dinner when you peek your head in the kitchen.

Never have you had someone do this much for you on your birthday, he always made sure that he gave you above and beyond and you truly couldn't ask for someone more caring than him.

"Thoma, let me help you." Your arms wrap around his torso, head leaning on his back.

"Love I'm almost done! Today you relax, ok?” He smiles as you nuzzle his back, the warmth emitting off him was inviting, calm.

"Thank you for everything. You didn't have to do all this for me, but you did. I'm sorry I couldn't take today off but even though i did work this is the most pampered ive been." you smile and he turns around, arms finding purchase on your shoulders as he pulls you in.

“You deserve no less than this. From now on y/n I promise I’ll always show you just how special you are to me.” His hand brings yours over his heart and he smiles at you.

“Happy birthday love, thank you for choosing me to be the lucky man who gets to spend it with you for today and the rest of our lives.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing your forehead as he hands come up and gently squeeze your cheeks.

Kazuha *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Isn’t used to keeping others so close for such a long time. The last time he had a close friend he was taken away from him in such a way that made Kazuha scared to let himself grow close to anyone ever again.

That was until he met you.

The wind in fact did not inform him of you arrival. You showed up in his life when he needed someone the most. When the hard part was over you still stood by him and he knew it was different this time. You are the calm to his storm.

When he finally decided against it all, to let you in and keep you close he swore to treasure you and protect you forever and always. Just as you’ve done with him.

Celebrating a day dedicated to you was something he wants to make special, so he asks Beidou for some help set up a small special dinner for you!

“Y/n, come check this out!” Beidou calls from the bottom deck as made your way down the latter of the top deck.

“On my way.” You call out hopping off the last few steps to see her beaming at you arms wide open.

Seeing your Captain in such a joyous mood made you slightly suspicious as it wasn’t even time for her to start drinking.

“What’s going on captain?” You ask, suspicion lacing your tone making her laugh more as she tosses her arm around your shoulder and makes her way to the cafeteria down on the lower deck.

“Come with me, lets take a break. I told you to take today off but you still insist on working huh?” She tuts, makes her way down the stairs with you, different aromas of familiar scents hit you.

“Come on captain, I need to help out still, you know I can’t sit still all day. But it smells nice down here, what’re you guys making?” You ask, inhaling the smell that was coming from the kitchen.

“Go in there for me yeah? I’m going to grab something real quick!” She pats your shoulder and quickly scurries into the kitchen leaving you in front of the doors.

You push it open and see one table illuminated with a single candle light. You step in and closer to the table where dishes from your hometown lay on display.

A gentle breeze sends a chill down your spine in the usual warm dining room making you turn around knowing exactly who was behind you.

“Darling, thank you for coming down here.” Kazuhas ever so soft smile never fails to make you melt.

“Kazuha what’s- did you make this?” You look back at him, excitement gleaming in your eyes making him laugh at you excitement.

“Only your favorites of course! I would’ve liked to take you back to your hometown for your birthday but were quite far from there as of now so I thought this will do, I hope you don’t mind this. I wanted to get you more but-“

“Kazuha love,” you step up to him and his arms immediately find their way onto your waist. “This is perfect ok? No need to apologize. You made my favorites! You’re here! This is so cute kazuha you even got beuido in on this to help, a dinner with you sounds like a lovley birthday gift if you ask me.” You assure him, hands making purchase on both sides of his face as he only closes his eyes.

“Thank you for spending today with me.” He whispers, nuzzling his face onto your hands. You only pull him down, placing a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away.

“You’re thanking me on my birthday? That’s a first.” You giggle and he laughs, giving you one more small kiss before pulling away and pulling a chair out for you to sit. A birthday to remember and more to come, he swears he will always keep you with him no matter what.

Kaeya *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Much like Ayato, Kaeya would much rather keep you all to himself for your special day but he knows just how many other people would love to celebrate today with you as-well.

This man would be so suspicious though, he made sure to tell everyone invited to not even give you the slightest clue what he was planning no matter how many times you asked

You seriously thought you had made him upset. He was being distant and was out late for the past month. Every time you tried bringing it up to him he’d just laugh and brush it off assuring you it was nothing.

"I think he might be upset, I don’t understand why though? I’ve asked him multiple times but he doesn’t give me a proper answer.” You sign, hand playing with the delicate teacup you were sipping from.

Lisa hums, pretending to go along with you though she knows exactly what’s going on too. She won’t admit it but she find this amusing, dear y/n is just so confused but Kaeya is just planning something so cute for them! She can’t wait to see your reaction!

“Cutie I’m sorry I don’t know why either. Maybe try asking again? I’m sure it’s nothing major though, he just might be under lots of stress.” She sends you a reassuring smile and tries her best to not giggle when you perk up. Gosh Kaeya is right you’re so cute she can’t help but want to tease you too.

"Y/n cutie, don't worry too much alright just trust him. Besides today is your birthday, relax and enjoy yourself alright, I wanted to have lunch with you. That sneaky captain would keep you all to himself if I didn’t call the shots first. He’s so greedy with you!" She clicks her tongue, making you laugh.

"You're right, thank you I'm sure it's nothing! Also, it's been a while since I've caught up with you today has been lovely so far!" you admit, taking a sip of the tea that has grown somewhat colder now.

After a bit more catching up you had decided to call it a day and head home, hopefully to catch Kaeya and spend time with him for the rest of the night.

You open the door to your shared house but your welcomed with pitch black silence.

“He’s not here.” You feel your shoulders slump a bit. “Another late night I guess, maybe he just forgot as-well like Lisa said, he has a lot in his plate.” You sigh, trying to convince yourself it’s ok, to not get sad again because you know he has responsibilities.

As you were about to step inside and close the door, a familiar shoe stops you from doing so.

“What the! Kaeya? What’re you-“

“Sweetheart,” he pants out of breath, looking behind you into the still pitch black living room. “You’re home early.” He moves some stray pieces of his hair that fell onto his face from when he ran and you look at him confused.

“Early? Uh I had nothing else to do today besides work, I wanted to see if I could spend time with you before you went to bed.” You admit and his smile widens as he reaches for your hands.

“Honestly I thought you were going to be home late again.” You laugh, looking away from his soft gaze.

“No sorry about that but not today sweetie you see today is special!” He stands up taller, bringing his hand under your chin to look back at him.

“Turn around and turn the lights on for me sweetheart.” He laughs, spinning you around and pushing you into the dark living room, standing right behind you.

“What’s going..”

His hand guides yours to the light switch by the door, once the small switch goes up familiar faces are illuminated all around your living room making you jump back into Kaeya who only laughs louder.

“SUPRISE!!” Bennet, Razor, Lisa, Jean, Barbra and an unamused Diluc jump out from different places. you blink a few times before a wide smile makes its way onto your lips.

“What? Kaeya did you let them in before I got here?” You laugh, turning to him to see a look of relief on his face.

“My love, you got here before I did, I’m surprised you didn’t see them before I got here.” He laughs, fingers intertwining with yours.

“I didn’t even hear them, let alone see them. It was too dark in here. I was wondering where you were, you haven’t been home recently so I got worried.” You admit seeing a small pout form on his lips.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ve been planning this and I didn’t want you to find out. It took a while to plan just how to execute this, you ended up arriving earlier than suspected I was supposed to pick you up after your lunch with Lisa but I got caught up with something along the way. I’m sorry.” He explains, fingers playing the with sleeve of your shirt.

“All along this is what you were doing?” You whisper to him, feeling your heart rate pick up. Oh my he’s so freaking cute, you can’t help but smile at him.

“Is it cheesy?” He looks away, nervous laughter bubbling from his throat.

You don’t even reply, insead you pull him down by his shirt and wrap your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss there before whispering “This is great love, thank you for being here today and inviting everyone!” You pull back and see him grinning at you, eye closed as he pulls you closer to him, relived that this all went (somewhat) as planned.

“Happy Birthday Y/n.” His hums and looks back at everyone behind you before bursting out into a fit of laughter before pointing behind you

You turn around and hear the others start to giggle at the angry red headed man who wore a small patty hat with a scowl on his face.

“You better enjoy this y/n it took tons of convincing to make him wear that.” Jean laughs as she approaches you before giving you a hug.

"Thank you all! I wouldn't want to spend today with anyone else but you guys!" you look around smiling at them, feeling grateful for them all being here with you.

The worries you felt earlier was long gone. Kaeya gives your hand another small squeeze and smiles at you.

"Sorry I worried you but enjoy yourself tonight yah? You deserve it." He smiles bringing your hand up to place a gentle kiss. He felt so bad for letting you think he was angry but seeing the smile on your face pays off for all the planning he’s done.

Scaramouche ੈ✩‧₊˚

He couldn’t sleep. He was so nervous about planning today out and what exactly to do.

How do you even throw a party!?

Nahida helps him plan everything out. He invites her, lumine and Paimon (much to his dismay) to spend today with you because he’s unsure if his heart can handle being alone with you on such an important day.

Someone please help him he can’t handle the feelings you give him it’s actually so unfair. He just wants to make you feel special on your day.

“Scaramoche did you do this?” You ask, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape at the small cute decorations that littered the small private room in the restaurant.

“Tsk, you ask such absurd questions you know that?” He scowls, clicking his tongue and looking away. Hand letting your go to cross his arms over his chest.

“He worked quite hard on this and even invited me along to help! Lumine and Paimon were just as surprised when he invited them as we-“

“Are you going to tell them everything I did?” Scara snaps his head down, glaring at the dendro archon who only giggles.

“When Scaramoche invited us to celebrate with you of course we couldn’t say no!” Paimon smiles as Lumine hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Aww you guys, thank you!” You smile at them both quickly hugging them before taking the flowers in your hold.

“In all honesty we didn’t believe that you two were dating. We thought he was lying but Nahida told us he wasn’t. We took her word over his.” Paimon whispers, suspiciously side eyeing Scaramoche who impatiently tapped his foot making Lumine mask a ‘cough’ to contain her laughter.

You look over at your grumpy boyfriend and link your arm with his, to which he only pulls you closer pulling you along with him to show you the small decorations he picked.

“Scaramoche they’re just teasing. I for one think this is amazing. It’s so cute! You took your time to plan this out and throw a party just for me? Are you aware of how much that means to me? I don’t even celebrate my own birthday.” You stop him from moving and he keeps his eyes looking at everything else but you.

“Scara,” You call out his name, the nick name he only allows you to call him. “Thank you, I mean it.” You reach for his hand, grabbing it before placing it onto your chest right over your heart making him look at you with wide eyes.

“What’re you-“

“Do you feel how fast my heart is beating? I dont know if my expression is enough to tell you how appreciative I am of this, my heart is beating fast because I’m happy.” You admit, smiling at him making his glare soften, a small smile forming at the curve of his lips now.

“You brat, how dare you make me this nervous when all I did was throw you a party. Besides you needed this, you’ve been overworking yourself. I think it’s about time you take a break.” A small smirk played on his lips as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Uhhh Paimon doenst mean to inturrupt but I’m hungry and this food looks amazing! If you don’t hurry up Paimon will eat without you!” Paimon calls out from behind you and Scara’s once relaxed features turn into one of annoyance again making you laugh just as hard as you had earlier.

He angrily makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair for you to sit on before he sits down himself. As everyone starts to catch up with each other it hits him just how much fun he’s actually having (despite the look on his face). Seeing you relax with everyone made him content, he can see the appeal as to why people celebrate such occasions now, especially if he’s celebrating it for you.

Childe *ੈ✩‧₊˚

He knows you don’t really care for today, that you don’t care for celebrating it in general but he works so he can’t treat you things you like!

Gift giving is one his love languages ok he can’t help it!

Like Thoma and Kazuha he wants to spend today with you and you alone, makes it more special that way!

He loves spoiling you, even if you feel bad he assures you that you’re the most deserving of what he gives you and that you deserve it for your hard work!

Though he loves spoiling you with gifts, he decides to take you somewhere you’ve been wanting to visit for a very long time instead!

Sucker #2 but for a different reason, takes today off to spend with you. He made sure you asked for today off in advance because he wanted to take a small trip with you.

“Ah Childe!” You yelp, hands reaching for his forearms to catch yourself from slipping as his hands remain over your eyes.

If you hd to guess where this mischievous bastard was taking you, you’d have zero chance because he really didn’t give you the slightest hint as to why you’ve been walking for so long, or why he had to carry you some parts of the way but you were excited nonetheless!

“Sorry! My bad, I didn’t mean for you to almost trip.” One of his hands leaves the front of your eyes to steady you, you make sure to keep your eyes shut.

“Annnnddddd,” he draws out his sentence as he comes to a stop, his hands gently holding your shoulders to stop your from taking another step. “You can open them in, three, two, one!” He whispers from besides you, removing his hands and throwing his arms up, wide smile on his face.

It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust but you feel your breath get caught in your throat at the beautiful sight before you.

Though you’ve lived in Liyue your whole life there were still many places you’d yet to see yourself. You’ve always helped your family run the small family market in the haurbor and never had time to go out and explore like you’d always dreamed of.

When you met Childe he told you about all the places he’s been to, practically around the whole entirety of Tevayt probably. You would always listen intently about the beautiful sights he would describe in great detail. You would close your eyes and try to envision them yourself as he did so.

Guyun Stone Forest was one of the places you’d dream of visiting, going to the highest peak and looking out at what beautiful sights it had to offer and when Chile heard you talking to your mother about wanting to go there last year, well he started planning the trip there for your birthday since!

“Wow.” You whisper quietly, breathing out, feeling all the air leave your lungs before you deeply inhale again.

The peak where both Childe and you stood was decorated with lanterns and lights around a small table with a basket sitting in the middle. You never thought you’d see it so soon. It was more beautiful than you’d imagined.

It was just around six in the afternoon, the sky was golden with shades of pink which only illuminated the stone peaks even more.

“I know it’s not anything too crazy.” Childe scratches the back of his neck, you haven’t said anything since you’ve opened your eyes so he was growing worried. (he didn’t hear you whisper please say it louder next time he was getting scared lmao)

“I remember you were talking to your mother about thi-“

The bag in his hands hit the floor as you jump into his arms. Your arms wrap around his waist as his protectively go wrap themselves around your shoulders.

“Woah hey! Calm down there!” Childe chuckles, resting his head ontop of yours as he feels you squeeze him a bit tighter.

“This is more than enough Childe! This is,” you take a deep breath in again, pulling back and looking around. “This is better than any gift I could’ve gotten. Thank you for bringing me here. For listening and planning this out when you could’ve easily done something else. You didn’t even need to do this but the fact that you did makes me very happy.” You whipser, looking up at him seeing his cheeks dusted with pink.

“I know I’m a great listener! Besides, who else would I do this for? You’ve been wanting to come here for a while, figured today would be the perfect time to do so.” He whispers back, leaning forward until his forehead met yours.

“Happy birthday y/n.” He leans in to kiss your forehead and pulls back. Bending over to pick up the bag of gifts he dropped earlier before placing his hand on the small of your back, walking you to the small table that overlooks the sight you’ve dreamed of. Though the sight wasn’t nothing compared to being as beautiful as the one who he was looking at right now, no nothing will be as beautiful as you.

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authors note: hellooowww loves!! (*・‿・)ノgot this lovely request from one my sweet friend and I loved this idea so much! a shocker though! there’s no angst WHATTHE?! lol I had to stop myself from making it angsty because this is dedicated to @sunoo-bby ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ I was planning on posting it on her birthday which was earlier this week but I sadly couldn’t since this week was pretty busy but here it is yay!! I do hope you all enjoy this cute birthday one (if it’s your birthday today or this month happy birthday!) remember to stay safe and take care ok! ^~^<3 (ALSO! This isn’t proofread so apologies for any errors!)

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theleetoalerandalertoalee · 7 months

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Here’s a request by @undercovergamer for Ayato x Itto

I love Itto. He’s one of my actual favorite characters…so I’m surprised I haven’t written a fic with him in it yet, so thank you so much for this request<33

I hope you enjoy it~!

“My bro, Ayato!”

The oni’s eyes light up upon seeing the Kamisato commissioner. The blue-haired man steps out from behind a tree in Chinju forest, tucking away Sakura Blooms in his coat.

“Ah,” said the commissioner, “how are you, my…bro?”

“Super! Hey, what are those purple things for?”

“Ah…these? These are Sakura blooms. My sister’s birthday is near, and I wish to make her a gift…with Thoma’s help, naturally.”

“Ah! Happy early birthday to her, then! I’ll get the gang together to make her day special!”

“That…won’t be necessary, but thank you for the kind offer.”

The oni hunkers down beside a tree stump, looking up at Ayato mischievously, “so, compadre, what say you to a rematch?”

“Oh, I’d be delighted.”

The oni reveals a large, dark red onikabuto- it was clear he was very proud of it, “hahaha! Feast your eyes! The Almighty Arataki Itto calls upon the most fearsome beetle of them all! Scarlet Sandstorm!

“…that sounds awfully familiar.”

“Ah, yeah, flying lavender melon found a winning beetle. That one’s name was Crimson Cyclone, so this is an ode to the traveler and her companion.”

Itto’s smile turns bittersweet when talking about the traveler. He hasn’t seen them in quite a bit ever since they’ve gotten to Fontaine…

“Ah, well, that’s nice of you.”

“Heh, don’t mention it- what’d you name yours?”

Ayato takes out a violet beetle, “this is Aiya.”

“Aiya…cool name, compadre!”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah! Let’s do this!”

Ayato sits down carefully, “Itto, what’s the wager this time?”

“Hehehe,” Itto squats across from Ayato, the tree stump in between them, “the gang gave me this idea!”

“Ah, really?”

“Yes, hehe. The loser has to be tickled for a whole minute!”

An amused smile creeps onto Ayato’s face, “very well.”

Itto’s eyes glow with a competitive fever as he sets down Scarlet Sandstorm on the tree stump, giggling to himself with giddy excitement.

Ayato smiles softly, placing Aiya across from Scarlet Sandstorm.

The battle begins.

Aiya lowers its head horns and charges, trying to swipe Scarlet Sandstorm’s legs.

Scarlet Sandstorm parries the attack with its prenatal horn, sending Aiya’s charge back to where it began.

The two beetles circled each other for a moment, until another round ensued. This time, Scarlet Sandstorm takes initiative. Instead of swiping at the opponent’s legs. Scarlet Sandstorm suddenly wedges its head horns underneath Aiya, throwing the purple onikabuto into up in the air. Aiya falls back onto the tree trunk, laying on its back. The beetle battle is over. Scarlet Sandstorm has won.

Itto jumps to his feet, grabbing his beetle in his hands, “hahaha! We did it! We did it, Scarlet Sandstorm! We did it! I knew you could do it! Hahaha! That was awesome! Almighty Arataki Itto’s winning streak has created a spark! Hehehe!”

Ayato smiles politely as he applauses the winner, “well played, friend.”

Itto gently sets his winning onikabuto aside, turning to look at Ayato with a mischievous smile, “you know what that means, bro~ hehehe!”

“Ah…” Ayato kind of assumed he’d win, so he didn’t really prepare himself for this outcome, “of course. Are you just going to start or-?”

The oni pouches on the commissioner’s body, using his black-painted nails to rake at Ayato’s sides.

“Ah-! Itto! Wait- hahahaha!!”

“No can do, bro~! It’s gotta be one whole minute! Hehehe!”

Ayato laughs uncontrollably as he tries to escape, the Sakura blooms falling out of his coat as he writhes on the floor underneath the oni.

“Gee, bro, I never would’ve thought you’d be this ticklish. Hehe, don’t worry! It’ll be our little secret! Coochie coochie coo~!”

“Pfft-! Hahahahaha! Itto-! Hahaha!”

Ayato kicks his legs helplessly, his face cheeks matching the shade of the Sakura blooms scattered all around the scene. Ayato grabbed the oni’s wrists, trying to force them away from his sides but Itto was much stronger than him. Ayato just had to lay there and accept that he lost this battle.

“Hahahaha! Enough- hahahaha!”

Itto stops with a huge grin of satisfaction on his face, “that was a minute, compadre! You did it!”

Ayato sighs, regaining his composure as he dusts off his clothes, “yes…that was quite the wager.”

“Hehe, you’re a good sport, my bro! I like that. That was fun, maybe next time we can bump the stakes to a minute and a half~? Hehehe!”

Ayato smiles softly, “hehe, sure, my friend.”

Itto grins, but his smile falters when he sees Ayato cleaning up the Sakura blooms, “does this mean you’ll have to be going now…?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I must rush these off so I can make it in time for my sister’s birthday. I want it to be done to the best of my capability, so I’d like ample time to do so.”

“Oh…okay, I see. Well, good luck, compadre! Hehe, I’ll see you around, my bro!”

Ayato chuckles softly, waving goodbye as he tucks the rest of the Sakura blooms away in his coat, “farewell…my bro.”

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #tickle tickle #tword post #tword blog #tword community #sfw twords #tickle fic #genshin impact tickling #kamisato ayato #genshin impact itto #arataki itto #genshin arataki #Ayato x itto

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chickenparm · 1 year

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Where You Willed The Moon - Part 3/End

happy scara-release-day, here's the ending of this little goofy thing as a celebration. mind the chapter tags for specific warnings :^) can you tell this chapter is just a love letter to scaramouche? is it that obvious?

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Scaramouche/Reader (reader is the traveler) reader in prev parts is F but this part can be read as GN 3,119 Words - NSFW Chapter Tags: Blowjobs, Crying, Confessions, minor Overstimulation Story Tags: Unhealthy Codependence, Enemies to Lovers, P in V, f!Receiving Oral, Thigh Riding, Mentions of m!Losing Virginity, Pining, Bullshit Sereniteapot Magic, sub-ish Scara when it counts :^)

Spoilers for the Sumeru story, disregards anything post-boss-fight.

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“You could try to be a little civil.”

“And you could find a hole to stuff her in and we could leave her.”

…

“Why do you need her, anyway? You’ve got me now. Surely I’d be a better guide than a flying lavender melon.”

“Well, for starters, Paimon isn’t a wanted criminal.”

“I doubt I’m wanted. The sages are unlikely to admit their folly, and the Fatui aren’t necessarily on anyone’s good side, even on their best days.”

“Paimon is my best friend. I think that’s a good enough reason to not leave her in a ditch somewhere.”

“And I’m your-”

“My what?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Think about it. We’ll talk about it tonight-”

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Wangshu Inn is deceptively quiet. Such a central location, popular with travelers and merchants alike, should be far more bustling than it currently is. But the weather is balmy and warm, the sky is clear, the roads have been safer, so it’s no wonder if there are more campfires dotted on the horizon than usual.

It leaves you in blissful quiet, only the occasional conversation drifting from the walkways above and below, too muffled to really eavesdrop on anything of importance. That’s well enough for you - you’re alone, leaning on the window, breathing in of the slightly humid air that’s tinged with the dinner that’s being made in the kitchens below.

Scaramouche will be back soon - it’s hard to break the habit of calling him that, when you’ve gone so long. You’d never use it to his face, but you’ve given up on trying to push that away for now. It’s not a terrible name, the connotations having been changed in your heart the moment your consciousness touched his own.

With him comes Paimon - they’ve been arguing again, you can tell with how Paimon takes her food and disappears in a shower of sparks. She’s been doing that more often, her distaste for him well known despite your assurances that he’s not the same man that had been so hostile before. Conflicting personalities, you supposed. Like two pieces of sandpaper.

“You’re thinking hard.”

“I’m not thinking at all.” Your counter comes over your shoulder, given with a lazy smile and a shrug of your shoulder. The skin of your cheek sticks to your shoulder with how thick the air feels, Liyue’s Summer has been particularly unforgiving this year, so you’ve heard.

“Oh, so your head is just as empty as I thought it was.”

“You looked into it, remember? Saw my every thought?” Your lower back presses against the window frame as you turn to lean against it, watching as he settles at the low table and portions out food for himself. It’s unnecessary for him - food doesn’t provide him with anything other than an interesting pastime. Yet he participates anyway, and you’re not about to shame him for finding enjoyment in something so trivial.

At your questions, he lifts his gaze, unable to block his expressions with the hat that was thrown haphazardly on the bed you’ll share this evening. Without it, he seems almost vulnerable - like he’s lost a shield that protects him. The answer lingers for a moment, before he nods in an effort to forego something verbal. Your silence in return urges him to backtrack on that.

“I did. Everything - likely as much as you’ve seen about me, I’d say.” Violet eyes turn to his bowl, filled with only rice for the moment. He takes a second to mix it around aimlessly, steam rolling once his chopsticks break the surface. “I wouldn’t have killed you, you know. In our fight.”

“One hundred and sixty-eight times grows a little fuzzy, but… I believe you.”

The amusement in your tone seems to annoy him, and he fixes you with an unconvincing glare and a sharp exhale. “I mean it. When we connected, I saw your life. Where you’ve been, what you’ve gone through. You aren’t human - you’re immortal. You won’t-”

Leave me.

He doesn’t need to finish the thought, that mere insinuation making his cheeks color slightly as he looks you in the eye with all the bravery he can muster when he clearly wants to shy away. “I was confused but… a part of me believed you, when you brought up the prospect of losing myself. When you made it seem like you cared.”

“I did care. I do care.”

“I know that now,” he mumbles under his breath before righting himself, “but at the time, my thoughts were in the wrong place. I still wasn’t going to kill you, I wanted to-... to convince you to stay, I think. To convince you that if you joined me, I could help you look for your twin. As the Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom, maybe I could offer enough to keep you.”

The leaves of Wangshu Inn’s tree rustle with the coming wind, filling the space with natural white noise and drowning out the sound of your heart breaking. He avoids you in favor of looking out the window over your shoulder, a stubborn set to his jaw as he cuts off anything further he might say to incriminate himself.

Unable to allow a declaration like that to rest, you push off the window to cross the room, only a few short steps bringing you to his side where you kneel close enough for your knees to brush his thigh. He flinches when you reach for him, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, soft as ever.

“If only you could’ve known that it was what came before that which brought me to you, hm?” Playing with the ends of his hair, you twist them loosely around your fingers before letting that hand slide down his shoulder, then to his arm, then to his elbow where his skin is barely covered between his arm guard and sleeve. “Well you have me now. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. Maybe all of that was just a convoluted way to bring us together.”

Scaramouche’s head turns so quickly that it startles you, his face dangerously close to your own, his nose just barely brushing against yours. His voice wavers, his question is one you can almost taste on your lips if you were to run your tongue out to catch it.

“What am I to you?”

And the answer is so simple, so obvious that you wonder why he needed to ask it at all. But you’ve felt the need for reassurance more times than you can remember, and perhaps the situation with Paimon earlier had shaken his resolve in your dedication to him. Even after you’d given him everything, he greedily asked for more. As long as it was in your power to give…

“Everything.” A small smile from you, a look of astonishment from him that’s wiped away when you lean forward to kiss him gently. The featherlight touch lingers, leaving your skin tingling as you pull away just enough to watch the way his eyes snap shut to stem the shine of tears beginning to gather at the corners.

Scaramouche’s lip quivers, just before he draws it between his teeth to hide the motion. Giving him a small bit of privacy, you lean in to wrap your arms around his body, pulling him to lean on you. It’s a familiar motion, one that you’ve indulged in with him an innumerable amount of times. It’s as easy as breathing, as familiar as gliding had felt the first time you’d soared over Mondstadt.

Fingers dig into your back, clutching you as he seeks all the comfort you’re offering him. He nearly bowls you over with how he leans into you, selfishly accepting everything on display until his face is buried into your shoulder and his body shakes with the effort of holding back the emotions that want to run free.

“Don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me, alright? No one else can occupy the same space in my heart as you.” Gently, you kiss the exposed skin of his shoulder, lingering at your leisure as you watch a shiver raise bumps along his skin. Dragging your lips up to his neck, mouthing at the point of his pulse through the sheer fabric of his undershirt, you relish how he’s gone from limp in your arms to stunned tension. Anticipation colors him, even if you can no longer see his face.

“Can I tell you something? Something you didn’t get to see in my mind, something you haven’t learned yet?”

As if he would say no, but it’s not often you get to tease him without getting a taste of his barbed responses. Instead of his sharp tongue, you receive a nod that’s deceptively demure, his hair brushing along your cheek smoothly with the motion. Kissing further up his neck, along the soft skin beneath his ear, and finally to his earlobe, you murmur your secret just loud enough that only he could ever hear its first manifestation into reality.

“I love you.”

Everything falls silent. The heartbeat in your ears, the leaves whispering in the tree, the conversations that flutter in from outside. For the briefest time, you’re almost convinced that perhaps you’ve spoken some code words that cease the world from spinning altogether.

If you did nothing, said nothing further, would you be allowed to stay in this single moment until the end of time? Would that ending even come, so long as you kept so very still, your knees beginning to ache from the hardwood flooring? It’s a simple pain to bear in exchange for holding him like this, the burden on your heart lifted with the proclamation that’s been clawing to release itself from the very moment he’d crashed to the floor in that workshop so far below the city of Sumeru.

It’s not your doing that time begins to slip forward again. It’s his, where his shaking hands grow lax against you, barely hanging on with the friction between his fabric-covered palm and the back of your shirt. “Do you mean that?”

Scaramouche’s doubt hurts. Not because he second-guesses what you’ve said, but the entire reason he feels the need to do so in the first place. He’s been lied to, scorned, pushed away so many times that he can’t help but feel wary. So, you decide perhaps it’s best to show him. To ingrain it in his heart and his mind so thoroughly that he’ll never doubt your conviction ever again.

He doesn’t even fight you when you give him a push, pulling away enough that you can watch as he allows you to lean him back, further and further until he has to shift his legs to cage you in as his back hits the floor. The lanterns in the room set his face alight, showing the rose color of his cheeks and the wetness that begins to well up in his eyes once more.

One swipe of your thumb isn’t enough to wipe them away, but it leads him to lean into your palm that conforms to his cheek so perfectly. Like he was made for you to hold him in the sweetest ways, some divine form created for you to love as surely as you do in this moment.

The lithe muscles of his abdomen jump as your hands slide beneath the parted fabric of his kimono, warm palms pressing against his skin as you explore planes you haven’t given yourself nearly enough opportunities to indulge in. Beneath you, a shaking breath leaves him, catching in his throat as you untuck his clothing from his belt, then work at the knot keeping the remainder of his clothing cinched securely.

“What are you-”

“Showing you. Making sure you don’t forget, that you never question for a single moment ever again what sort of meaning you have to me.” He tenses as you continue to tug at fabric, untucking and parting until he’s just indecent enough for you to wrap your hand around his half-hard arousal. All it takes is that single touch for him to moan low and slow, appreciative enough for his head to roll back to rest on the floor with a dull thud. Any apprehension leaves him with a gentle stroke of your hand.

Leaning closer, enough that your intentions are obvious even as he can’t look anywhere but the ceiling rafters above, you speak close enough to his cock that your warm breath washes over it. He tenses, hardening in your palm as you hum, “I want to make you feel so good that every time you wonder how I might feel, you’ll remember this moment and your problems will go away.”

And the response in his throat dies as his cock finds a home on your tongue, from base to tip, dipping into the slit and tasting the beginnings of his release with a saltiness on your tongue. It’s far from unpleasant, and you find your lips wrapping around the head in search of more. There’s a scraping sound, grating in its insistence as his nails dig into the hardwood flooring. Both hands are straining, fingers shaking with the effort of keeping still for no real reason.

Scaramouche resists for only a moment as you use your free hand to reach for his, squeezing it once before guiding him into resting his palm on your head. An open invitation, one that he doesn’t quite grasp yet as your tongue swirls circles that leave his breath ragged and hitching. It takes a single bob of your head, a taste of what he could demand from you, before he puts pressure against your scalp in encouragement.

“Please…”

As if he would need to beg. All he’d need to do is say the word, make the motion, quietly demand anything from you and it would be his without complaint. It takes nothing more than that little push for you to follow his demands, the flat of your tongue dragging along skin that draws a high-pitched, needy groan from him that feeds the odd hunger you’re feeling. But you want more - need it - and let him set the pace of his cock feeding past your lips and over your tongue.

Deeper and deeper, until your nose is brushing his pelvis and his fingernails are dangerously close to drawing blood against your scalp. It takes him a moment to gather himself, and when it does it’s with both hands on you - the one on your head, the other curled against your cheek. Craning his head, he looks down his body at you with a startling amount of reverence in his eyes, lips parted with the anticipation of words you’re certain you’ve been waiting your entire life to hear.

“I-I love you. I love you. So much-... ngh-... so much it hurts. I love you. So perfect, so beautiful, e-everything I’ve-” his words cut off sharply as his back arches, hips jerking enough that he buries himself to the hilt before letting you pull away. Every muscle in his body seems to shake with the effort of containing himself, the sensations manifesting as uncontrollable tears in his eyes that trail down his temples into his hair, matting it against itself.

“Pleasepleaseplease-”

Both hands are what you need to hold him still, pressing down on his hips until he can’t roll himself upwards into the warmth of your mouth, the softness of your cheeks and tongue in search of the pleasure you’re offering him. There’ll be more time for him to be greedy later, to use you in whichever way he pleases. For now, there’s a point to be made, and that’s only done by you holding him still and worshipping him like he demanded be done not so long ago.

“I-I’m going-... I can’t-”

Scaramouche throbs in your mouth, teetering on the edge physically and verbally. If he were any louder, you’re certain anyone would be able to hear him beyond these four walls. As the thought crosses your mind, so too does it strike him, as the hand on your cheek rips away in favor of slapping over his mouth to muffle the moan that accompanies him falling to pieces.

Holding your breath and pushing yourself to your own limit, you take him whole and feel his release hit the back of your throat in a handful of steady bursts that come in time with him bucking against your iron-tight hold. Even muffled, the sounds that leave him are akin to some celestial song, ragged in its desperation and beckoning you to suck him further. Moans turn to groans turn to whimpers, hand falling away as he all but begs you to stop.

You only do so when he grows soft on your tongue, his thighs shaking next to your head as his knees bend to curl in on himself. If you could get away with it, you’d hold him there and do it all over again, but a single glance at his face tells you that he’s spent. Red-cheeked, hair ruined, lashes thick with tears as he blinks toward the middle-distance lazily.

He barely flinches as you tuck him away, righting his clothes enough that he’s decent. Even as you crawl up his body, settling yourself between his thighs and resting your cheek on his sternum. On anyone else, there’d be a heartbeat thudding in your ears - but all you hear is the remnants of his labored breathing, your head moving with the rise and fall of his chest.

In a vain hope for the world to stop in its tracks, to give you a little longer in this moment, you murmur those magic words again. “I love you.”

Scaramouche doesn’t answer right away, though his hand does come up to curl around the back of your neck. He holds you there, fingers pressing gently against the muscles there, thumb moving in concentric circles that grow larger, then smaller. There’s no expectation for him to speak it again - once was enough. Once was all you’d need to hold on to for the sake of bringing yourself comfort.

But despite his greed, Scaramouche can be rather generous when he wants to be. His own proclamation flutters over you like dandelion seeds, like sakura petals, like crystalflies that dance along your skin.

“I love you. Centuries of life, and I’m convinced it was all meant for you.”

The years you’ve lived have been lost to time, their number far beyond your memory, especially after the tampering that happened while you slept for so long. But as he cranes his neck to press a kiss to the crown of your head, a subtle show of affection that holds immeasurable meaning, you can’t help but share the sentiment wholeheartedly.

#where you willed the moon #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #reader insert #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #mind the a/n for the content tags

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torgawl · 1 month

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okay, i was reading "the pale princess and the six pygmies" and this book really consolidated my belief that paimon is a seelie and that the traveller and their abyss twin are shade of phanes, more specifically traveller being the shade of life. i swear, it feels so right!!!

the description of the people from the moonlight forest sounds oddly familiar to a little flying lavender melon we know of. their monarch (the pale princess) and her people are symbolically very tied to the moon, much like paimon. i'm not trying to say paimon is the pale princess, but there's a lot of similarities between this story and the liyue tales about seelies seen in "records of jueyun".

seelies are known to be remnants of a bygone race that once held beautiful forms (common characteristic between the moonlight kingdom's people and seelie ancestors) and immense wisdom which they used to guide mankind; travelling alongside them and teaching them languages (as paimon does to traveller) and philosophies of nature.

but more interesting, the ancestor of the seelie from the liyue tale is said to have once met a traveler from afar, whom they swore an oath of union with. something that was witnessed by the three moon sisters. thirty days after the union, a calamity struck; the seelie and their lover fled into exile, but the disaster eventually caught up with them. as punishment, they were separated, and their memories were wiped. the seelie and the moon sisters' previous form, voice, and wisdom were then lost, leading them to offer only small treasures to those willing to follow them.

this tragic ending for the seelie ancestor is actually a bit similar to the end of pale princess' story, in which the pale princess and her people are cursed by the night mother to linger forever in a point between life and death. the pale princess also ends up separated from her lover (who's a prince of the kingdom of light from the other side of the world, someone who can calso classify as a traveller from afar), who dies by the ends of the pygmies that betray them. but the night mother also proclaims a prophecy: her greatest foe shall descend in thousands of years. he who wields a sword that heralds the dawn and wears armor that can reflect the shining sunlight will destroy her kingdom and bring the prince back to life. the princess will then be free from her eternal torment. i will comment more on this prophecy later on but for that to make sense, i need to contextualise something else.

do you know how the elemental gemstones are named after hindu deities? the hydro gemstone is called varunada lazurite, after the deity varuna. remember nara varuna, the golden nara who aided the aranaras during a calamity hundreds of years ago? yeah!!! so varuna is actually a hindu god associated with the sky, oceans and water and until this point everything fits perfectly with the hydro archon which isn't weird for the hydro stone, but there's a catch.

varuna often appears twinned with another hindu god, mitra. in the rigveda, the oldest vedic text, mitra is mostly indistinguishable from varuna, together with whom mitra forms a dvandva pair and it has essentially the same characteristics as varuna alone (doesn't that sounds like twins?). mitra-varuna are considered protectors of the righteous order of rta, the principle of natural order which regulates the operation of the universe and everything within it. now, get ready for the juicy part. mitra-varuna are also addressed as devas, meaning "shiny", "exalted" or "heavenly being", and they're called sustainers of mankind. yes, like the title "sustainer of heavenly principles", also known as the unknown god!!! but it gets better. mitra is heavily associated with the light of dawn and the morning sun, while varuna is connected with the evening, and ultimately the night - morning star and evening star, respectively. which is funny considering the traveller and their twin appeared like shooting stars in the opening cutscene of the game (traveller being the one associated with the morning star and mitra).

we know that in genshin, the shade that took the heart of the primordial sea to create egeria, the first hydro archon, was the shade of life. so it wouldn't be that weird that the stone would contain a reference to them. it's just extremely curious that it simultaneously connects this idea to the twins.

in adittion to all the light motifs around the traveller and the abyss twin, like their names which mean light and clear sky, lucifer is also known as lightbearer and the morning star. he's also associated with the idea of falling from the sky and in poetry, he's referred to as herald of the dawn. what makes this even better is the fact paimon also has a demon name. paimon being the 9th spirit of the ars goetia and the king of hell that is the most obedient to lucifer. and, isn't it fun that paimon is such a faithful travelling companion of the traveller?

going back to "the pale princess and the six pygmies" and the prophecy proclaimed by the night mother, it's curious that the prince from the kingdom of light is described as able to make life flourish around him. it's even more interesting that the one who's prophecised to save the princess and revive the prince wields a sword that heralds the dawn (lucifer's title) and wears armor that can reflect the shining sunlight. can we agree not many descriptions scream traveller so much as much as this one? the fact they started their journey hundred of years after their twin has travelled through teyvat and they're reconstructing their steps in hopes of reuniting with them could also be paralleled to the scenario. especially if the the kingdom of light is supposed to represent the abyss and the prince, by extent, the traveller's twin. this could also fit with the theory that the twin is actually the third descender and someone wants to revive them using the gnosis, but i guess that's a theory for another time.

the books in genshin are often told in allegories or metaphors, or are simply very embelished versions of reality. i don't expect these texts to exactly portray what happened with the seelies or the characters in "the pale princess and the six pygmies" to relate in a super straightforward way to actual characters in the game, but i think the connection between the two books and the repeated themes that point to the traveller are pretty convincing.

#one abyss mage also said the pale princess book contained an important secret for the abyss. something something about kingdom of light and #the characters who could symbolise the traveler and their twin seem relevant #also the 6 pygmies!!! like six of the seven archons? i can't push off that idea #i had an thought about venti but maybe i'll save that to another post ghsfah this is already too big and confusing #it's hard to single out a 'different archon' i think venti is connected somehow to traveller's original identity besides the fact he's #aware of the samsaras and has met traveller before in the webtoon. zhongli is zhongli. he's just mysterious. and the tsaritsa seems to be #against celestia or at least she's trying to get her hands on the gnosis (yes the descender theory!!!) for unknown reason so 🤔 but also #none of the archons seems particularly interested in keeping their ties to celestia anyway #there's also the theory that venti gave a false gnosis to signora and that he gave dvalin his elemental powers (dvalin being a sovereign #in this scenario)#so i guess food for thought #lumine #aether #paimon #genshin impact #genshin thoughts

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3vwritesthings · 2 years

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THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 OF THE “BEANS” FANFIC.

Chapters: One || Two || Three (WIP) ||

Summary: Enemies to lovers with Itto. Y/N is beginning to get used to the giant oni.

A/N: kinda rushed, school started sooo🤷‍♀️

BEANS (Pt. 2):

You lay on your bed motionless staring up at the ceiling. This continues for another what seems to be 10 minutes before turning your head to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside you.

2:37am. Great. You needed to get up early in the morning to re-pick those lavender melons for Ayato since they’d been dropped so carelessly earlier on the island. It wasn’t your fault either. It was because Itto had flung you over his shoulder like a sack of beans, causing you to have let go.

Itto. Right. He’s the reason you didn’t get what needed to be done, done. All because of him. That stupid, irrational, uncontrolled himbo. Your mind floats off to the same oni. The one who you spent the evening with yesterday. The one who had asked you to go to his party, and the person who just so happens to be your rival.

“Hmph”, you frown. Who does he think he is?!

You shove all other thoughts but the negative ones back down in your brain, but they can’t help but resurface the more you think about the man.

You pick up the pillow to your right and scream into it before your vision blurs and darkness consumes you.

“Hey, amigo!”

You sit upright immediately, eyes shot open, heart beating out of your chest, quickly scanning the room for whatever or whoever would have said that. Right, left, down-

“Ah!”

“Oops, sorry to scare ya compadre!” Itto says above you. The alarm clock next to your bed reads 7:30. I wanted to apologize for making you drop those lavender melons the other day, so I picked some and thought I’d drop them over.

“Oh, right! If you’re wondering how I found you, I asked one of your friends, who just happens to be the Deputy Leader of the Arataki Gang!”

You rub your eyes, startled and scared with many questions, but ultimately decide that you’re too tired to do anything about it. It’s not like he’s here to hurt you, right?

“Deputy Leader?”

“You may know her as Kuki Shinobu.”

“Kuki?! She gave you my location?-“

You’ve known Shinobu for many years and had heard rumors on the street that she’d joined the Arataki Gang, but to hear it yourself was jolting. Someone like her calm, organized, and collected self joining a gang that was the complete opposite?! Impossible!

“Yeah, she said she knew you from a while back when I asked her.

“Anyway, here’s your lavender melons.” Itto hands you a basket. “I’ll uh…get out of your house now…sorry for startling you by the way!”

After he leaves, you shuffle out of bed to get ready and then attempt to deliver the melons off to Ayato again.

All in all, you’re actually very thankful for Itto’s services…once you had checked the melons for poison.

Ayato thanks you for the delivery, and after, you decide to go out and play with the little kids outside. Some would fly kites, some would play tag, others would play hopscotch, use a frayed old rope to jump with, or play foursquare with a temari.

You’re teaching a group of kids how to weave baskets when you suddenly hear crying behind some food stalls. Telling the kids to continue their craft, you get up to investigate.

Turning the corner, you see Itto shouting with joy as the kid across from him bawls his eyes out.

“AHA! This new onikabuto is now mine! But, uh- hey, kid, you win some you lose some. Maybe you’ll get it back someday…But maybe not, I mean, this onikabuto is pret-ty cool.”

“I-it’s ok Mr. Itto, you won fair and square…” The kid dashes off after finishing his sentence, tears still dripping down his face.

Out of impulse you grab the oni by his ear, tugging his head down.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you! Are you scamming kids or something?! Swindling them of their possessions through an unfair game you have the upper hand on?!”

“I know that’s what it seems like, but uh- hear me out! I won that onikabuto fair-and-square! Plus, that kid agreed to play! It’s not my fault! He was lookin’ for a new beetle, and I NEVER back down from a challenge. So, being the ultimately awesome dude that I am, I told the kid I’d give him mine if he won! But it’s only fair if the stakes are equal.”

You let go of his ear in frustration.

“Hand the onikabuto over,” you say.

“WHAT?! Nah. Nuh uh. You can only get onikabuto in a fair battle!” he retorts.

After long hours of arguing, you spend another few trying to find an identical onikabuto for the kid. You finally find one that seems efficient and battle it against another to test its ability.

The kid is overjoyed to see the beetle. He thanks you kindly, hugging you, jumping up and down in excitement.

The next morning you hear a familiar voice in your ear. Slowly opening your eyes, Itto sits on the edge of your bed staring at you.

“GAH!?”

“Aha- Sorry compadre, little Atsu told me this morning that you found him a new onikabuto! I wanted to thank you. I felt really bad after that battle. I almost let him keep the beetle.”

“It was his to begin with. You’re practically teaching kids to gamble!”

“Ohhhh….” Itto gives a long sigh. “Yeah…I should’ve realized thattt…”

You smack your forehead. “Yeah. maybe.”

“I’ll make it up though! Say, you know a lot of things, can you teach me some skills? Shinobu refuses to teach me for some odd reason.”

Maybe this is an opportunity you think. Maybe you can help Itto find a set of skills he can use to help people more often.

“Alright,” you say. “First lesson tomorrow at 7am. I need to prepare.”

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Lavender Skies Android!Melone x Reader

A commissioned piece. Set in the same universe as Process.

CW: None.

WC: 2k

The chiming of Melone’s built-in alarm function wakes you from your sleep, the gentle melody repeating until Melone spots your eyes opening. It was routine for the android to sleep in your bed with you now - the only minor complaint you had was that sometimes you’d end up laying on his chest during the night, only to be awoken by a louder than usual alarm ringing from the speakers hidden beneath his chest cavity. Today wasn’t one of those days, with Melone already sitting up in bed.

“Good morning, tesoro,” Melone says, glancing down at you. He’d recently learned an array of ‘pet names’ after you told him he didn’t have to call you master any longer. The relationship the two of you shared had moved beyond that.

Melone’s fluttering heart gives away how excited he is that you’re awake, the rapid clicking making you smile from beneath the covers - as much as you’d like to stay under the warm blankets for a few more minutes, you don’t think you could bear to disappoint him.

“Mornin’,” you mumble, sitting up and pushing the covers out of the way. The sensors on Melone’s cheeks brighten in response to your voice. You yawn and stretch in an attempt to wake yourself up further. Before you’re done stretching, Melone is passing a glass of water to you from the nightstand.

“Hydration is important.” Melone holds the glass until you take it from him, making a soft ping when you take a sip. “Molto bene!”

You roll your eyes at him fondly. You’d told him long ago that his favorite catchphrase was incorrect, even going so far as to have him research it on his internal computer - yet he never stopped using it, apparently too fond of the saying to change it. Melone seemed to like it when you teased him about it, though, so he takes the eye-roll you give him in stride.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence while you work on waking up. Melone situates himself against your side, the warmth from his mechanical body making you sigh in contentment.

Melone’s mechanical heart is practically singing with how hard it’s whirring inside of him. It glows a warm lavender color, a recent feature you’d taken him in to get modified for upon his request. His artificial heart was programmed to glow red, but he much preferred the soft lavender tone that emitted from him now. He really was lucky to have such a considerate master… No, not master, he thinks - partner. Best friend. Lover. You were all those things and more to him, something the android never thought he’d be capable of having even after rewriting his programming to be sentient.

It wasn’t uncommon for androids to have human lovers, a fact that Melone had learned from the internal database to which other androids could choose to upload their data. Melone just hadn’t expected it after what he had been through. You, though… You had saved him, something he’d be eternally grateful for. Even if the relationship with you had stayed platonic, his feelings of admiration wouldn’t have changed.

He loved you. To Melone, you were home.

When you’ve had your fill of water, you hold the glass out to Melone to take. On any other day, Melone would be ready and waiting to do what you needed him to. Today, though, he had his eyes shut and a soft smile on his artificial lips.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, voice soft so as to not startle him. Melone makes an odd blip noise at your question, his eyes flying open followed by the sensors on his cheeks lighting up. So much for not startling him. You grin, cheeky, knowing that you’d just caught him daydreaming. “Let me guess… You were thinking about me?”

“When am I not?” He quips back, his tone playful. Though his voice would always have an underlying electronic timbre to it, the feelings expressed through his voice were always discernible. You’d never tire of hearing it, something Melone had taken advantage of in multiple areas of life the second he found out you liked it so much. You couldn’t say you minded, though, not when his voice was so nice to listen to.

Before you can tease him back, you’re interrupted by a familiar sound.

A ping sounds out from Melone’s chest, his system processing the noise in a mere millisecond. “It’s 10 A.M. You had me set up a reminder not to let you stay in bed past then.”

“Past me is silly.” You reply, and Melone gives you an unimpressed look, the ping sounding again but louder. “Fine, fine, I’m getting up.” Melone, pleased by the sound of your feet hitting the bedroom floor, heads to the kitchen to begin cooking a meal for you.

You don’t bother changing out of your pajamas, instead following Melone to the kitchen to plop down at the table. “Need any help, caro?”

Hearing you call him by a pet name has Melone’s cheek sensors lighting up again, hearts appearing on the small monitor featured on his upper right arm. It had been covered up in the bedroom, but it wouldn’t be a surprise if the screen had been filled with floating hearts all morning. It wasn’t a feature that came with his programming. It was something Melone had added himself because he thought it was cute and wanted to wear ‘his heart on his sleeve’ like he heard humans did.

“Not this morning,” Melone replies. A pleasing chime rings out after he speaks, the noise a sign that he was happy. He busies himself getting out the utensils and ingredients for a big breakfast, making sure not to forget his favorite ‘tool’ - the cheesy apron you’d bought him that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ on it. Melone turns to look at you when the apron is tied around his waist, grinning.

He doesn’t have to speak for you to know what he wants.

“Only if you come over here,” you say. “I’m still waking up.”

Melone is beside you before you can blink, and with a playful roll of your eyes, you press a loud kiss to his cool cheek. His cheek lights up upon contact, and you giggle. He really was extremely predictable, but you loved him all the more for it.

“Grazie,” Melone hums, hurrying back to the kitchen counter before you can tease him about it.

By the time breakfast is cooked, eaten, and cleaned up, it’s nearly noon. Melone didn’t eat, of course, but he’d be remiss if he left you alone at the table. It was easy to get caught up in conversation together, and you weren’t surprised to glance at the clock and see that so much time had gone by. You’re lucky that neither of you had any errands or appointments to run today, though Melone would have kept you on schedule with his built-in calendar.

Instead, you had the choice to do anything you wanted today.

After all was said and done in the kitchen, you and Melone had migrated to the living room couch.

“Anything you want to do today, Mel?” You ask, glancing up at Melone from where you had laid your head on his shoulder.

“The weather is nice today,” he says. He glances down, his robotic eyes meeting yours. “We could go for a walk. Does that sound nice, tesoro?”

“It sounds perfect.” His eyes brighten at your response, teal eyes shimmering with hints of lavender.

“Let me change, and then we can go.”

Melone is patiently waiting for you by the front door when you come back from changing, his eyes trailing back and forth as he reads something on his internal system. It’s less than a second before his eyes are back to normal, his body so attuned to your presence that he could sense you almost instantly.

“Ready?” He asks. You nod, and the two of you head out the door.

The weather was nice - there was a light breeze that kept it from being too hot, while the clouds overhead took the brunt of the sun’s heaviest rays. The warmth that remained was pleasant - it was the kind of warmth that could lull you to sleep if you laid down in the grass. Perhaps another day you could picnic in the park with Melone and nap together.

Melone doesn’t hesitate to reach his hand out towards you, threading his fingers through yours. He squeezes your hand gently, and you squeeze back. The two of you walk together in silence for some time, enjoying the comfort that came with just existing together. You didn’t need to exchange words to relay how you felt - it was intrinsic at this point. (And obvious, with how Melone was occasionally letting out a cute chirp or ping.)

Melone suddenly stops in his tracks. You stop with him, looking at him in concern. A morose noise passes through his chest, and you realize what you’ve come upon - the shop where Melone was left to be scrapped sits across the street.

You squeeze his hand. “Melone,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we were going this way.”

Melone doesn’t respond at first. He keeps his gaze towards the building, his eyes flicking into a harsh red color. It only lasts a moment before they’re back to normal. Melone looks at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“I… I lead us this way,” he confesses. Confused, you wait for him to continue. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to see it again.” He lifts his head towards the sky, and you notice that the screen on his arm has what looks to be a pixelated rain cloud on it. It makes your heart twist. “This place… You saved me from it. I wanted to see it again because it can’t hurt me ever again.”

“Mel,” you reply. Water wells behind your lashes. Melone makes a concerned noise and pulls you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“I didn’t want you to cry, master.” Melone leans back so that he can hold your face with his hands. His eyes are bright again.

Your purse your lips in response to his words, and Melone grins. “I’ve told you a million times that you don’t have to call me that any longer,” you say, sniffling.

“I know. But in front of this place, it felt right.” He pulls you back against his chest, the whirring of his heart soothing you. “I wanted to face it with you by my side. With you, I’m safe.”

Melone had learned so much since you saved him from his fate. He felt and sounded so human that it was impossible to reconcile with the fact that he was going to be permanently shut down and stripped for scrap. Being here in his arms, in front of the hell you saved him from, invoked a feeling that you couldn’t quite describe.

You had never wished that he was human. You had only wished that he had been yielded as much respect as humans got in the world.

Melone’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “You were the one daydreaming this time, hm, amore?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re so dreamy,” you shoot back, earning a cute laugh from Melone. The melancholy air from earlier was gone, a comforting aura replacing it.

“Let’s go home,” you say, parting from Melone’s hold. You reach your hand out towards his.

“Molto bene,” Melone purrs, raising his eyebrows. “Can’t resist me when I’m this dreamy, amore?”

You stick out your tongue, pretending to pull your hand back. “One second you’re sad and the next you’re thinking about other things.”

“You love me for it,” he replies, grabbing at your hand. You roll your eyes with a smile, acquiescing to his touch and threading your fingers through his.

“I do.” Your response earns a loud ping from Melone’s heart, the android’s chest cavity lighting up. No matter how many times you said it, he’d feel just as happy every single time.

Melone makes sure you’re looking at him when he replies, his pupils dilated into tiny hearts. “I love you too. Always.”

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