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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Your lips, my lips

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characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

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Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

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fairykazu · 2 months

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NAUGHTY OR NICE FT. CHISCARA contents // poly! relationship with chiscara, established relationship, silly relationship fun! notes // i got lazy... sorry :( masterlist

despite the cheery christmas’ spirit, there was a tension rising in the house, mostly because of childe wants to spoil his own christmas gifts and attempting to be sneaky to get them. every time you look away, he tries to find his gift as if he was some weeping angel.

he hummed a tune while lifting things off the counters or under the tables. "babe, where did you put my socks?"

he has such a terrible excuse to find the presents. "sweetheart, it's on your side of the closet."

"but i can't find any of them..." he replied in a whiny toned voice. you looked over and he froze on the spot.

"ajax." his head turned, his eyes teary to the brim. he smiled in such a way that could only to be described as "im going to get what i want!!"

"yes, babe?" he walked closer and wrapped his arms around you, smiling. you looked up to him,

"wait until christmas to get your present."

"goddamnit."

childe is braiding your hair, adding little fun clips and bows to it, "can we do a guessing game?"

"is it about your christmas gift, ajax?" he giggled nervously as he replied with,

"hahahaaa... yes."

you shook your head, "no."

"you hate me!!!"

it doesn’t help that scaramouche is playing this game too. usually, scaramouche would slide with you and scold childe with you and ends up with them fighting with each other. you’re afraid to admit that you liked that better than the both of them ganging up on each other.

it's a week before christmas, scaramouche laid on your lap while the two of you waited for ajax to come back to finish business proposal. you played with his hair, noticing it had grown a little longer. out of nowhere, he asked, "honey, you're so pretty."

"thank you, scara, you're real pretty too. but don't butter me up to know your gift."

he frowned.

"i know your tricks already."

out of the trio, scaramouche definitely makes the most money but childe likes to be the extra and dramatic boyfriend as he can. like just last year, you mentioned a perfume you liked was too expensive for you to buy. next day, you wake up with at least five of them on your bedside table, wrapped in badly tied ribbons. but if childe does that, scaramouche would want to one up him so you wake up to a good morning text from scara saying that he bought the whole company and you’re able to get any perfume you want ever.

although, it was very sweet of them to do that, you think you have to take control of what they want to buy considering everything… nevermind that, now you have to distract your super annoying, cute ginger from sniffing out gifts from the closet. “babe, where did you put the wrapping paper?" he asked, batting his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder.

scaramouche hit his head, making childe pout, "childe, you're stupid, it's in the cabinet downstairs." he further emphasized his point by pointing down to the floor. childe rolled his eyes, playfully punching his boyfriend and pulled him aside.

they're conspiring in the corner of the shared bedroom. you're afraid to say that they're planning to gang up on you a day just before christmas. childe is giggling while scaramouche scolded him. you watch them whisper and point for a while. it's cute to see them like this.

but they're definitely getting their christmas gifts a tad too early. not because their plan worked but because you were planning too anyway.

it was cute to see childe whisper to the indigo haired male that their plan had work and that they had successfully tricked you. but scaramouche nodded, smirking.

dont plan anything else....

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savoryscribbles · 1 year

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*＊✿❀ genshin men who don't like talking with an s/o that loves to talk ❀✿＊*

pairings: wanderer(scara), diluc(of mondstat) x gn!reader

tags: fluff, boys who don't like talking but your the ✨exception✨

warnings: none that i can think of! lemme know if i need to add anything!

word count: 156

a/n: based on their voicelines lol. also O: i post things??? this never happens! lololol im sorry, motivation to write rarly comes and always goes D: forgot how much i love and hate formatting lmaoooo

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wanderer(scara):

“There’s no need to exchange pleasantries. it's rather pathetic to force a conversation just to occupy silence.”

tbh i don't headcanon him actually trying to keep a conversation with you, especially if he doesn't want to.

i think he would rather listen to you talk, your voice is the only one that doesn't give him a headache.

glares at anyone who dares to interrupt you. if you stop talking because you noticed no one was listening to you, he’ll get even angrier. Will pull you aside so he can hear you better.

loves hearing about your day, just don't expect him to respond if you ask him about his.

when he saw you overheard him saying this voiceline to the traveler, he didn't think much of it… until later when you both met under a tree to watch the sunset. He was surprised you didn't imminently start talking his ear off. When he teasingly asked

“why are you so quite today? did i need to take care of anyone haha,” he did not expect you to bring up his conversation with the traveler. wasn't it clear his feelings for you were different?

While he’s not the best at consolation, he will offer you this:

“just because i say something to someone else, does not make it true for you, got that darling?”

diluc(of mondstat):

“diluc, of mondstat. not interested in idle chit-chat. if you have things you want to get done, let me know.”

i'm just imagining you sitting on a bar stool while he washes cups, silently listening to you rambling

also poor donna(no i didn't not have to go into my game just to see how her name was spelled, why would you ever think that?) she’ll try and stop and talk to diluc, only for him to offer one worded replies before purchasing flowers to give to you.

“who are these flowers for diluc?”

“hm? my partner”

everyone in mondstat envies you two, watching you both wander around town while you talk his ear off, and him with a small smile on his face 😍

if you ever overhear his voiceline, he's not afraid to reassure you. unlike scara, is fully willing to admit that he doesn't mind “idle chit-chat” if its with you.

“one of my favorite things is to hear you talk, don’t get it twisted”

#scaramouche fluff #diluc fluff #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #diluc imagines #diluc headcanons #scaramouche headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #diluc x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scara x gn reader #diluc x gender neutral reader

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luvmouche · 1 year

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no, i despise you!

denial [ ft. scaramouche, xiao ]

in which scaramouche can’t seem to get you out of his head, and leaves xiao wondering why his heart rate increases at the simplest mention of your name

all works by luvmouche on tumblr

𒁷 sfw! get comfortable and warm ♡

𒁷 cw// denial, blushing, flustered scaramouche, confused but scared xiao, kissing, confession, mentions of alcohol, modern au, college au, work au, scara is a dork, xiao is dumbfounded at his love for u

enjoy these 2 cuties<3

scaramouche

things weren’t meant to be like this for him.

he vowed to himself he’d never let himself be vulnerable to anyone again,

so why? why is it that he can’t stop thinking about you—the way you smile, talk, or even the way you ever so slightly brush your hand against him.

why is that in your presence, he starts to fumble his words, his cheeks heat up and he just simply can’t stand to be there for 5 seconds longer before his heart bursts?

well, he soon found out his answer to the questions he’s been asking himself for days on end—it was love.

“what?!” he stands up, slamming his hands onto his desk and his eyes are practically bulging out of his sockets

“yeah, i said it,” his coworker, childe scoffs at him, “you’re in love.”

“no—no. you’re wrong, i am not in love. i will never be in love.” he says, crossing his arms and squinting at childe.

“believe whatever ya wanna, but i’m preetty sure you are head over heels, mouchie!” childe’s laughter fills the room, signora rolls her eyes

“signora, tell him! i’m seriously not. and don’t call me that.” scaramouche grits his teeth in annoyance, and they both look at signora for an answer

she sighs, “i’m on childe’s side for this one, scara,” childe bursts into laughter, holding his stomach from the pain with a bunch of ‘i told you so’s, much to scaramouche’s disappointment. “i mean—it’s plain to see you have clearly deep affection for [name], why are you denying it?”

scaramouche narrows his eyes at the both of them, “just, because! i mean, could you imagine me, scaramouche, falling in LOVE? i sure as hell don’t!” signora smiles softly at him, “love isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. who knows? maybe you’ll find it comforting.”

“speak of the devil!” childe grins at scaramouche, earning a hard glare. you walk into the office, “sorry i’m late! i was caught up in some heavy traffic.” you huff, plopping your things onto your desk.

scaramouche immediately stiffens, his ears turn pink. “uh—hey, hi. hi, [name].” his once glaring gaze at childe shot immediately to the floor, his eyes unable to meet yours.

you chuckle, “hey, scara. you okay? you’re completely red,” you walk over and feel his forehead with the back of your hand, he flinches and steps back, “ah, no—i’m fine. don’t worry,” he laughs nervously and childe raises an eyebrow, smirking.

“don’t tease him too much, [name],” signora calls, her eyes glued to the computer as her slim fingers type onto the keyboard. “tease? why would i ever do that to scara?” you smile, giggling.

“anyways!” childe calls out, “tomorrow is finally the weekend, who wants to drink? say i!” scaramouche groans, “when do you not wanna drink…”

“oh c’mon, mouchie!” childe grabs him down to his chair, putting his arm around his neck and ruffling his indigo hair, “don’t be like that, we’re partners after all!” scaramouche gags, “we are NOT. get off of me, i’ll kill you!”

“lively as ever, hey?” you laugh, “i’m up for drinks though. i’ve got nothing better to do,” scaramouche’s head shoots up to look at you, “fine, maybe i will come.” he mutters to childe, “yay! ‘gnora you comin’ too?”

she looks at him with pure disgust, “no i will not drink with the likes of you. but since [name] is generous enough to come, i will consider it.” he sticks his tongue out at her, “whatev!”

another day of work is fulfilled and after your shifts have ended, you all go out to drink just like you said you would. childe drinks to his hearts content and scaramouche sits in the corner sipping his juice with childe constantly nagging and burping in his ears—much to scaramouche’s disgust. signora gossips with you throughout the entire night and you indulge in it.

childe is knocked out and signora volunteers to ‘take his drunk ass home’ which leaves you and scaramouche alone.

“hey, [name]?” your eyes shoot up to scaramouche, tilting your head. “yeah? what’s up?”

you looked gorgeous to him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his heart rate started to increase, beating faster and faster. just what was this feeling? it felt warm—comforting, or even safe.

“i think i’m in love with you,” he blurts out and you almost choke on air. “wait, what?”

his repeats it once more, his heart welling up with nervousness but more importantly—fear. his eyes unfocused, but trying his hardest to stare directly at you. his lips quivering, cheeks dusted pink and tears about to spill out of his pretty eyes.

“scara,” you chuckle, “say it one more time for me?”

he sighs, “jeez, fine. i’m utterly and undoubtedly in love with you, [name]. i’ve fallen for you and i can’t think straight when you’re around as if you put some kind of spell on me, it’s infuriating and confusing. i hate it, but i can’t bring myself to deny it.” biting his lip and his fingers digging into his hand, he silently awaits your answer.

but there wasn’t any answer to come, the only thing that came next was your soft lips connecting to his—tender, sweet and lingering. you pull away, and smile.

for the first time in his life, he feels the world start to become colored. his eyes sparkle, tears threatening to spill. “this is my answer, scara.” you take his hand and squeeze it gently, cupping his warm cheek in the other.

his heart was beating so fast, but not from fear—it was from the pure love and happiness he felt in that very moment. he may have denied access to his locked heart that was tucked away for many, many years; but you found it.

xiao

he’s never understood the concept of affection for someone else

he’s never understood it,,, until he met you.

something about you just clicked in his head, the way you’d talk, laugh, the pattern of your breathing, even the awkward little things that you did

all of it made his heart flutter with joy, he thought it was stupid, but he eventually came to terms about it

he was nervous, scared that you’d notice the way his cheeks bloom with heat around you. so scared of the feeling of rejection, the mere thought of it had him tearing up

his endless affection for you confused him, it left him stupid. thoughts flooded his mind—thoughts such as ‘why is my heart feeling this way?’ or even ‘this is stupid, love is stupid..’ but he knew it was even dumber the way he couldn’t talk to you without freaking out

eventually, he started to avoid you. hoping that he’d forget about how he felt about you, but it only made him ache more

so imagine his surprise when you show up at his apartment—arms crossed with pouty lips and furrowed brows—demanding to know why he’d been so off

“what’s wrong, xiao? is everything okay?? why have you been avoiding me!” you huffed in anger, “don’t you know how worried i’ve been?”

you bombarded him with questions, but he never expected you to actually show up to where he lived…but he didn’t particularly mind it.

“s- sorry. i’ve just been,, busy..” his eyes move to the floor, but you had other plans. you took the palm of your hands and pressed them against his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

“xiao, why won’t you look at me?” you pursed your lips, “it’s like you’re an entirely different person now! it’s weird.” you sighed, eyes dropping to the ground.

he was completely and utterly stunned. your pretty face was so mesmerizing to him, even though you were clearly visibly upset.

he chuckled, “i’m sorry, [name]. i really am.. forgive me, okay?” his smile was all that you needed to reassure yourself. that cute breathless smile that struck your heart strings every time you saw it—although it was rare.

“are you sure?” you tilted your head and he placed his hand on your own and nodded, “yeah, i’m sure. just been something on my mind lately, i’m sorry i inconvenienced you.”

that apparent only angered you more, “don’t say that! you’re not an inconvenience, i think you’re perfect.” you blurted out loud without thinking, but you wouldn’t take it back. not now.

he was taken aback, and that’s when he knew. he reaffirmed himself many times that you’d stay with him—as friends, of course—no matter what he’d say about himself as a person, yet hearing you say he was so perfect in your eyes was the trigger.

“god, you’re so dumb. you don’t think before you speak and you’re so impulsive i just want to knock some sense into you, but i love you so much [name],” he squeezes your hand that’s still on his face, amber eyes fully focused into your own, “i love how impulsive you are, how gorgeous and sweet you are. i’m just so stupidly in love with you it makes me laugh.” he giggles, but deep down, he’s so scared. he’s afraid, knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

you were at a loss for words, tears welling up in your eyes as if you were getting proposed to. the only word you could muster up was, “xiao…”

those were the only words you spoke before you quietly leaned into his pale face, heat rushing up to your cheeks as you gently pressed your lips against his. they were perfect, fitting against your own as your eyelids fluttered shut. his arm pulling your waist closer to his warm body.

your heartbeat matching his, your shared kiss engraving a moment in time before you abruptly pulled away. his chest was heaving, face completely flushed and lips parted, your gentle laughter echoed at the sight.

“xiao, will you be mine?”

he nodded, his eyes softening at your words, “of course, [name]. forever and always.”

a/n: SORRY IT WAS KINDA LAME. but anyways heres the long awaited flufff………. i have to finish something else soon BUTITSOK i will do it by christmas for all of u albedo lovers (hint hint) OK BYE IM FINALLT DONE WITH THIS ONE.

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tobi-boi · 2 years

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"Just f**king kiss me then"

Character included: Scaramouche Genre: suggestive Reader gender: gender neutral Warnings: profanity, not proof-read

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"[Name], can I talk to you?" Scaramouche glances at you, his arms crossed over his chest. "U... Uhm, sure." you were not expecting him to ask to talk to you. "Good." he grabs your arm and drags you with him. "Where are we going?" you ask, confused on why he couldn't talk to you there and then. "My room." he said, simple but still confusing you.

When you reached your location he closes the door after himself. "Is it true?" he asks. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Is what true?" you ask. "That you like me, that's what Childe told me." Scaramouche crosses his arms again.

You guess your reaction gave it away, considering that Scaramouche smirked at you, "Your face is bright red, [Name]." he points out. "That bastard told him?" you mutter to yourself, mentally curing yourself out for telling him.

"So you do like me." Scaramouche says, going over to the chair that's in front of the desk. You just stand still, not wanting to do something to anger him.

"Come over here." Scaramouche says, well you guess it was more of a command. Either way, you do what he had said. He just stays quiet for a moment, looking at you. "Answer honestly, do you want to kiss me?" he asks. Your face heated up again, after just having cooled down. "I.. Well.. You see..." You stumble over your words, failing to find the right ones.

Scaramouche cuts you off by reaching up and pulling you closer to him by the collar of your shirt. "Just fucking kiss me then." he grumbles and presses his lips against yours, softly.

Your brain short circuits for a moment, your face heating up even more than it already had. When you finished processing it, you didn't even know what to do. Scaramouche pulled away.

"Are you gonna kiss me back, or what?" he raises an eyebrow at you. "W...Well you see–" you try to say, your voice unstable, but Scaramouche cuts you off. "You don't know what to do, do you?" he smirks at you. You nod slightly. "I'll guide you along then." he says.

"Kiss me back this time." Scaramouche pulls you into another kiss, and this time you did kiss him back. He tasted surprisingly sweet. While one of his hands had a grip on the collar of your shirt, he used his other one to move you onto his lap.

Your heart was beating like crazy, you'd think it would burst. He let go of your shirt and grabbed your hands leading them up to his shoulders. He pulled away for a moment to say, "Wrap your arms around my neck, or you could play with my hair."

Scaramouche pulls you into a kiss again. You tangle your hands in his hair, which you didn't expect to be as soft as it was. You could feel him smile in the kiss.

His arms snake around your waist and pulls you closer, pressing your bodies together. You didn't expect him to do so, and were surprised by it– accidentally tugging at his hair in the process, making him let out a small moan.

He pulled away. "So that's how you wanna play, huh?" he smirks at you. "No wait, I'm sor–" Scaramouche cuts you off by pressing his lips aginst your, this time more roughly and needy.

This continues for a little while, until he brushes his tongue against your bottom lip. You didn't know what he wanted, and therefore didn't react to it. He huffs, pulling away. "Have you not heard of a french kiss?" he asks. Your confused expression explained it to him.

Scaramouche sighs. "It's a kiss where you use your tongue. Try to, I guess, fight back." he says, then pulls you into a kiss just as rough and needy as the last one. He tangles one of his hands in your hair, and rests the other one on your thigh. He tries the method of brushing his tongue against your lip again, and got the same result.

This time he gives your thigh a squeeze, making you gasp. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You did what he had asked and tried to fight back. The hand he had in your hair moved down to your other thigh.

Scaramouche lifted you up by your thighs and carried you to a wall. When your back was against the wall, he let your legs go so you could stand on your own. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head– keeping them pinned there with one of his hands while he placed his other one on your hip.

Scaramouche pulled away for air, the both of you panting heavily. He gives you a peck on the lips, then trails kisses down to your neck. Just as he was starting to nibble and suck on the skin on your neck, then the door slams open.

Both you and Scaramouche freeze for a moment, then quickly turning your head towards the now open doorway to see Childe standing there in shock. "I, uhm... I was never here." he said, closing the door.

Scaramouche leans in closer "Shall we continue?" he whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

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#scaramouche #scara #genshin impact #genshin #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scara x reader #scara x gn reader

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cl00udyyanan · 1 year

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Heyy! I just saw your work and fell in love with it! Especially the last ask (the one with scaramouche)

Can I have the same thing but Virgo x Wanderer or Xiao? Thank you very much!!

Also! Remember to drink water!

another scara and xiao ask,, ill do both since i have time :)

aries and virgo

okay,, xiao. this is gonna be a weird one. basically, your relationship can go two of ways, it can be so gorgeous, just true real love. or it can be hell. you both have to understand eachother, which i beleive you two can do. xiao is an aries, which means once you get through his high walls, he loves you so hard and passionatly, in his own quiet way. he emmits a strong energy being an adeptes and sorts, it comes off on you whihc may make you feel some type of way. usually a good away. you two are great partners, you make the plans and ideas, wherest xiao goes out into the battle for you, brains and brawns. you two trust eachother so well, xiao believes in honor. honor for the people he cares for, especailly you. virgos are known to be loyal and faithful, its a perfect match.

wrong,, sadly this relationship has more downs than ups. you two fight alot, basically piss eachother off all the time. when xiao gets mad, hes so impulsive, he'd never do anything to hurt you, but his voice holds no bounds. you on the other head lowkey kinda xrazy when you're mad. its just not good when put together. you two don't have the qualities to bring one another up, you two do not have good emotional balance at all. you probably don't have many emotions, and xiao has too many and cant handle them well. you to just bud heads so much that you two repell eachother.

in the end, its better for both of you two not be together. it will bring you all down honestly, i know thats not much you'd want to hear but its how it goes.

compatibilty: 35

capricorn and virgo

now with scara,, first of all, you two trust eachother with your lives. you two have nothing to hide from one another and theres no worry. scara will give you what you need to be a better person (in his own weird way ofc) you both have a very complex mind, you two can talk about the most boring things but they'll be so fun to the both of yall. its cute? little scuffles can be resolved so easily. you two are able to help eachother with your emotions, that is you can come to evolve and build them up together. you two can learn anything together. you both value the peace in your relationship, its not enough to cause chaos but its jsut enough to keep things together.

i really cant think of many cons. the only thing i think could be wrong is that your relationship could be a bit boring, so try to spice things up in a good way.

in the end, this is a nice relationship. your perfect match really

compatibilty: 80

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GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜（ゝ。∂)

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.

“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.

diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”

a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.

diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.

a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.

“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.

kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.

wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.

kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.

“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.

burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.

feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.

she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”

“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…

the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).

“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.

seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”

the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.

S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏

“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.

“nope.”

“neither of our birthdays.”

“nope.”

“not a special achievement either.”

“nope.”

“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.

carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”

brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.

“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.

itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.

but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.

the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.

you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.

CYNO — 赛诺

cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.

cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.

you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”

“…ha. why?”

“because it felt tied down.”

you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.

“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.

LYNEY — 林尼

“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.

“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.

“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”

“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.

“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.

“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.

LYNETTE — 琳妮特

knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.

the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.

“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.

“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.

“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.

with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.

“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.

FREMINET — 菲米尼

nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.

he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.

and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.

between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”

FURINA — 芙宁娜

heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!

first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!

“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).

the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”

a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.

she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.

smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.

“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”

he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”

NAVIA — 娜维娅

immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.

she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!”

her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.

“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.

GA MING — 嘉明

if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!

he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?

you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.

“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.

CHIORI — 千织

“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.

“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.

you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.

not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.

tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.

she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.

so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.

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rene-darling · 7 months

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SEA CREATURE- genshin men

Genshin men but they're different types of sea creatures! How do they court you if they can't walk on land?...credits [m.neuvillette on insta]

...scaramouche...xiao...neuvillette...

Xiao

Xiao was never interested in mortals, let alone those who walked the land.

But there was just something about you that drew him near.

When you went swimming he would keep an eye out for you, watching you from a distance- just in case you were attacked! Not anything creepy...

He always found humans trying to swim funny-looking but when he observed you...he felt something different.

So when once a big wave had pulled you under preventing you from resurfacing he didn't think twice before guiding you back to shore.

He panted heavily, he'd never swam that in his life!

And when you woke up and looked at him he wondered what you would say..or think, would you call him a monster? An ugly creature? Like all the other humans- "are you...an angel?"

His breath hitched in his throat before he let out a scoff "hmpf. Foolish mortal."

He grumbled diving back deep into the ocean before you could say anything or ask him further questions.

This was getting rather tiring... Everyday since then you would come to the beach and scream your lungs out, and he'd blush at all the nicknames you had given him since he'd had not told you his name

"yoohoo~ angel!, my mermaid savior!, my-" "Stop it." you froze..he finally appeared before you, tired of hearing the arsenal of nicknames you had for him.

He glared at you with those sharp eyes of his, but when you looked at him and gave him a bright smile shouting "it's you! You're back! Hah!" he can't help but let his gaze soften...just a bit!

After that, it became routine for you to meet him by the seashore.

Once he started developing feelings for you, he wasn't quite sure on what to do.

He was flustered..you were a land animal, while he was a merman..

He came to the conclusion that the two of you could not be together in any capacity...

But that didn't stop his feelings from growing. Nor did it stop his biased behavior towards you.

He would bring you many sea shells from the ocean depts

One's that could not be found near the shore.

Once he saw that you liked them he started trying them together making cute accessories for you

Necklaces, rings, bracelets etc!

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is a siren. A deadly one at that.

He doesn't care for humans until it comes to his meal time and he doesn't give a fuck about them in a romantic sense either.

He was doing his usual, singing his lovely melody to attract nearby sailors so he could feast upon them.

But once he had gotten in a bit of trouble with some pirates whom he was trying to kill. Which resulted in him being caught in a net his tail all tangled up

His tail is his best asset! It's the easiest way to lure victims in! With just a wave of his tail he'll have his pray swimming to him

But now he's helplessly stranded on shore. He's half expecting for some humans to come along and kill him by this point..and they might as well since he feels as though he might die of hunger.

And then this human does come along. He's expecting his death but not without a fight!

He tries scratching you, hurting you. But to no avail, you don't back down as you keep approaching him not backing down from his fights

He winces when you bring the knife closer, that's it. This is the end for his miserable life...

Suddenly all those tight ropes around his body drop to the floor and he gets free. In instinct, he quickly swims off not bothering to talk to you.

It's been a while since then, and he convinces himself that he doesn't care...but, he can't really explain why he swims up to the shore every day, watching with sharp eyes to see if you would make an appearance.

And when you finally do, he feels relief spread out his body..you're safe- wait. No, he's a siren. He doesn't care for you!

After weeks of just watching you, he finally makes an appearance throwing a rock at your head to get your attention. When you look at him he swims behind a large rock gesturing for you to come closer. And when you do follow him without question he thinks to himself

Stupid human! I'm siren for archons sake!! What if I was trying to kill them!!...i mean I'm not, I would never. But still!

From that day on it becomes a tradition for the both of you to meet behind the big rock slightly offshore.

He doesn't know why he feels this warm feeling spread through his chest..he's a cold-blooded siren for god sake!

Still...he can't help it so..he tries impressing you.

He shows off his colorful tail, flapping it around and sticking it out of the water for you to observe.

He also makes sure to dive deep down into the ocean and grab rocks that he finds nice from the ocean floor to give to you.

He's sure you'll be impressed by his rocks! You probably haven't seen them since he got them from the depts.

Neuvillette

He's a sea otter!! With a fluffy little tail

Meeting you was definitely a stroke of luck.

You were on a scuba diving expedition with some friends and had lost your way in the depths of the fontain ocean

Neuvillette took all measures to stay away from humans of any kind, he didn't trust them, especially with how they polluted the waters!

But he had gotten his nose stuck in a plastic cup! He was only a bit curious about this strange plastic! He hadn't expected to get stuck!

This is why while in his attempt to get his nose out of the cup he felt his body press onto someone warm

Snapping his head back he saw you! His first instinct was to run, humans were nothing but trouble!...but.

Before he could've ran you had grabbed the plastic cup and had freed his nose

He's really grateful so he decides he'll show you the way back to your friends which you got lost from.

He tries to make you understand but you don't so he wraps his fluffy tail around you and pulls you to where he saw your friends.

From then on whenever you would go on a scuba diving expedition with your friends he would always seek you out. He's still not good with humans so while your scuba team is distracted you'll slip away unnoticed and find him.

You don't need to search far, it seems he's always around the corner when you seek him out

His eyes sparkle as he swims circles around you his fluffy tail brushing against you as he looks at your swimming gear

He'll ask you questions about it, and he'll be absolutely fascinated by the gadgets you have.

He'll get really sad when you have to leave soon to not worry your swim team. He insists you must stay at least a little while longer!

He'll start developing feelings for you, but he doesn't know how to act them out

He wouldn't have ever expected to fall for a human being! A mortal!

But he feels this overwhelming desire to be near you and to protect you from any harm you might face.

Being an otter, they usually hold hands while they sleep, that being the only affectionate thing he knows how to do, He never leaves your hand! Clinging onto your arm as if you're about to die!

He swims up to shore to watch the stars with you, and as you slowly fall asleep, he holds onto your arm to not drift away from you as you both sleep under the stars.

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eros-kisser · 6 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ₊ ⊹ thinking of... your black cat boyfriend, wanderer!! }

(nsfw ahead, wanderer x gn!reader)

— wanderer, who insists he doesn't like you in the slightest, despite how red he gets whenever you tease him!! shhh, don't tell anyone this, but he secretly looooves praise! for someone who was thrown away, words of affirmation are like verbal ecstasy to him - just call him a "good boy" and he'll melt into your arms ♡♡

— wanderer, who gets jealous like it's second nature. don't blame the guy too much, he just can't stand it when you're with someone else other than him!! after all, he's the only one for you, and if necessary, he'll ensure that it'll stay that way...

— wanderer, whose ears are so sensitive, even at the slightest touch. as a puppet, he never really held any regard for them, they were just another tool to use to his advantage, yet somehow your heavenly touch makes it a sensual experience that, if he's in a good mood, will even ask you for.

— top!wanderer, who won't listen to you when you tell him to slow down. he's going too fast? oh, that's too bad, you'll just have to deal with it until he climaxes inside of you, his ropes of cum coating your insides. even the sounds that escape your lips fall onto deaf, flushed ears - he's too busy chasing his euphoria-filled high that he doesn't notice a word you say. don't get too upset, if you cry from the enhanced sensitivity, he'll only kiss your tears away, speaking through gritted teeth: "s'good for me, darling. i know you can take it. just a little more." he's weak to your tears, but even that won't sway his resolve.

— top!wanderer, who, if necessary, will hold your hands above your head and just pound you into the mattress harder, eliminating any chance of you squirming around. (and sometimes, if he's feeling a little kinky, he's even bought these handcuffs and blindfold for you to try... something about seeing you so displayed before him with such a clueless innocence of where he'll touch you next sends his heart racing.) the feeling of your tight walls around his dick is pure bliss, and he's drunk on the feeling, thrusting thoughtlessly, his only thoughts being how pretty you look, stuffed with his cock. ah, the expression on your face is so beautiful, it makes something hot and burning knot up inside of him. he kisses you once, twice, and his hips slow as his warm seed fills you up. "one more round, 'kay?"

— bottom!wanderer, who, to his horror, is always the first to cum, no matter the situation. even if he's giving head, your dick shoved up his throat and tears brimming in his eyes, his pants will always be stained with his fluids before yours are. he's so touch-starved it's concerning, and he'll yearn for your touch all the time, whether it be teasing his nipples or kissing a trail of bites down his neck.

— bottom!wanderer, who whines, loudly. even when you tell him to be quiet, or shove your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them, his noises will always escape, accompanied with the lewd squelching of your bodies slamming together. he seems to moan without a care in the world, suddenly, often, quickly, and it's almost like music - a beautiful, beautiful music that he plays just for you. ♡♡

©eros-kisser. > if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging as it supports me a lot as a new blog! thank you !! this is my first time writing smut so please give me feedback if you have any :))

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fictoculus · 1 month

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౨ৎ how they kiss; rewritten

send a request!┊masterlist┊taglist applications

FEAT... almost all the genshin men

SYNOPSIS... my original how they kiss post has been really well received so i decided to rewrite it in a different (and slightly more specific) format ^^

[character] places tender kisses on your forehead, jawline, neck, and (of course) lips. he's a lot more intimate than some, and often avoids giving you quick pecks, or 'meaningless' kisses, as he would say. however, as soon as it's just the two of you, best believe [character] will be all over you, kissing a trail from your collarbone to your temples. he enjoys ghosting over your lips, but often finds that he is just as eager and impatient as you, if not more...

alhaitham , ayato, baizhu, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, neuvillette, scara, wriothesley, xiao, zhongli

it'd be impossible to count how many times [character] kisses you in a day; for all you know, it could be well into the hundreds. he always seems to have his lips pressed against you, whether it be your face, your hands, your chest, your neck; he just wants to show you how much he cares. physical touch is definitely one of his (many) love languages, and your friends can (and will) vouch when you say [character] is always clinging on to you...

childe, gorou, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, lyney, thoma, venti

[character] is a casual kisser. yes, he'll press the occasional smooch to your forehead, but nothing out of the ordinary. that's not to say it bores you, of course. the feeling of his lips on yours never fails to make your heart flutter; just something about him drives you (positively) crazy. whether that be his hand placement, scent, or the kiss itself, you'll never know...

albedo, baizhu, diluc, cyno, gorou, kazuha, lyney, tighnari, thoma, wriothesley

you often find yourself desperate to catch [character]'s lips with yours, but he never seems to allow it. as much as he loves showing you affection, he gives you little to no kisses in public. that's not to say he doesn't love you though, in fact, it's the complete opposite. given his status, [character] often refrains from engaging in any more than hand holding around prying eyes, your safety being in his best interest. yes, people know of your relationship, but he can't shake the gnawing fear that someone would use you to get to him. it was his worst nightmare, and he will do everything in his power to ensure it never comes true...

ayato, neuvillette, scara, wriothesley, xiao

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you’d like me to write next!

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i23kazu · 7 months

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　　𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 – 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 💌

　󠁝󠀠󠁝‍A SCARA X GN!READER LAUFEY-INSPIRED SMAU !

synopsis !

– when you, a popular, still-in-college influencer, falls in love in a bookstore with a beautiful stranger – will he let you come close? that's just up to scara to answer. maybe he pretends to not know who you are, and maybe things don't exactly go well ... but that's just how love is! and maybe, just maybe – he miiiiiight have started loving you from the start.

content !

scara x gn!reader | college!au, influencer!au, cafe!au ( scara is a barista ... ) & this whole smau is inspired by a playlist of the love cycle using songs from laufey ! fluff, angst, comfort. there will be written parts. timestamps don't count unless i say so – all faceclaims&pictures of you, the reader, are there as a placeholder – you are welcome to imagine your own image of yourself inside.

taglist !

@kazumist @achy-boo @blue-b3rries @golden-mamori @mizokowashere @meidnightrain @ryuryuryuyurboat @mhiieee @lovekokopuffs @kqbukimono @xoyumiqls @diorlumx @certified-shrimp @chaoffee @vennnnn-diagram @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 @kisthes @nnasv @danfelions @schizovalk @chluuvr @taurus852 @lovemari @kana-de @teyvattales @aeongiies @yuraasia @feiherp @kaiserkisser @lovelive-animequeen1029 @xiaosoneandonly @waveto-earth @lillian-llumina @rin-nyrasti-writes @nillajhayne @7kkagami send ask / comment to be added to the taglist !

official playlist !

masterlist !

01. falling behind | 02. beautiful stranger | 03. valentine

04. while you were sleeping | 05. lovesick | 06. bewitched

07. what love will do to you | 08. fragile ( TBA ! )

rbs appreciated hehe esp w tags n comments ; follow along for the ride!

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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hii theree! for the event, how about scaramouche with 13? it could be fluff or hurt/comfort, whatever you feel like doing if that's okay:>

13 - “I can’t deal with you right now.”

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characters; Scaramouche, Tartaglia/Childe, (cheerful) gn reader

cw/tw; it’s kind of vague but Scara is extremely overworked and he grabs your wrist to stop you from touching him but he thinks you’re an enemy? He’s kind of delusional when he does it (he feels really, really bad about it), Tartaglia being a lil shit, swearing, hurt/comfort, Scara is trying his best, let me know if I missed anything.

word count; 1.8k

notes; Hi !! My original idea was to do fluff but two characters have now had the fluffy 13, so I thought ’d try to give you the best of both with the angstier 13, but made it fluffy hurt/comfort. I hope you enjoy it !! So sorry it’s taken so long !!

Please reblog if you like this!!

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“Scara!”

It was a daily routine. You would barge into his office, plop yourself down on his desk or his lap and ‘bother’ him. On and on, you could talk for hours without stopping. And most of the time that was okay, the harbinger didn’t actually mind you, even if he did mumble how ‘irritating’ you were under his breath while his lips were pressed against your forehead.

However, today was not one of those days.

Really, you should’ve known that when his head didn’t even turn in your direction, or when his fists tightened around the documents he was reading.

“Yoohoo! Anyone home?” You sang out, with not a care in the world.

“Get lost.”

“Aw, that’s not a very nice way to treat your partner! Where’s my hugs and kisses?” A stupid decision, really; to ignore an all powerful harbinger’s warning was a death sentence for some. Forgetting that was careless.

“I said get lost.” His voice was clearer, much louder, yet he still hadn’t raised his head to look at you.

“You don’t really mean that!” You laughed gleefully, about to snatch away the papers in his hand, when suddenly his hand flew out and grabbed your wrist out of instinct.

“What did I just say?!”

“Ow! S-Scara-“

His grip tightened on your wrist, your bones feeling like glass under his hold. One wrong move and they could shatter. He glowered at you as he raised from his seat. His stature was miniature, but the way he was towering over you now as you lowered to your knees from the searing pain his small hand was inflicting, he seemed no less intimidating than the fatui guards patrolling around the area on your way in. Perhaps even more so.

The pain didn’t last long, and neither did the overpowering dominance he had over you. Your lover was not cruel (to you). When he finally realised what he was doing, he dropped his trembling hand. Both of you were shocked from what had just happened, and it served as a painful reminder as to just how powerful he really was. Clearly he saw you as an enemy, instead of his lover at that moment.

You drew your hand to your chest immediately, your spare hand cradling the reddened flesh on your wrist.

“Just go.”

“But-“

“I can’t deal with you right now.”

Your wrist hurt, but the pain beginning to tear through your chest was unbearable. Wordlessly, you stood, your joyful mood turning into dust as you got to your feet. With that, you left.

The quiet man sighed, lifting his gaze from the endless pile of papers in his hands. The room was dark, the only light coming from the slither of moonlight peeking through the closed window. Ah. He’d been here the whole day. It was… Eerily quiet without you. His eyebrow furrowed at the memory of your panic stricken face, how your hand turned stiff when he gripped your wrist.

He ran a hand down his face, cursing himself internally. It wasn’t your fault he was stressed. You were anything but stressful, actually. The way he treated you when you were just trying to cheer him up… It just wasn’t fair.

He groaned quietly, muffled by the hand still on his face. “You…” You really did make him go soft after all, didn’t you? Never in a million years did he think he would be apologising to someone, let alone feeling bad about hurting someone else’s feelings. His gaze peaked out from the gaps in his fingers, checking the time from the clock on his desk. It wasn’t too late to fix this. But… How? He wasn’t very good with the whole… ‘Feelings’ thing.

Down the corridor, he could faintly hear the sound of hearty laughter, and an annoyingly loud, familiar voice boasting about a mission they had just completed successfully. Next were the sounds of thundering footsteps, directly approaching his office. Only one person was stupid enough to enter his room without knocking.

“Good evening, comrade! Did you finish the papers I left you this morning?”

The shorter male let out a low, heavy exhale. “No.”

“Aw, that’s not very nice!” ‘Now where’s my hugs and kisses?’ Even now, he could hear your words. Unfortunately they were now in Childe’s voice. Scaramouche shuddered with disgust at the thought of that.

“I’m not doing your work for you.”

“Not even if I offer my help in return?” His colleagues' voice had a playful lilt, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

“What could I possibly need help with from you?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe… Helping your partner feel better?”

The harbinger paused in his action of putting his papers to the side of the desk, his head raising stiffly to face the taller man’s smug face. His fists clenched at his sides tightly, his knuckles going white before he let his hands release.

“What do you want?”

“Sparring for a month, you do my half papers and… Hm…” The ginger's fingers snapped, his eyes lighting up. “New weapons!”

This was for you. He was doing it for you. Even admitting he needed help was embarrassing enough.

“Deal.” He mumbled through gritted teeth.

I’m doing this for you.

He had expected you to ignore him when he came home, but he didn’t expect the house to be shrouded in darkness, nor the eerie silence that followed it. The only reason Scaramouche knew you were home was due to your discarded boots near the door. Trailing up the stairs, he could also see your haphazardly discarded clothes. Good - you weren’t downstairs. He needed all the time he could get if he was going to make this work.

Your nose twitched still the aroma emanating around the room, tired, heavy eyes fluttering open. When you got home, all you did was undress, put on a comfy outfit and go to bed; you had a feeling you’d be sleeping alone that night, so there was no need to make an effort or expect to be awoken. A muffled curse resounded from downstairs, and in your hazy, half-asleep mind, you could just about tell who that voice belonged to. You let out a tired groan as you sat up slowly, silently making your way out of your room and down the stairs. “Scara?” You asked through a yawn, rubbing one of your eyes.

“Shit.” You heard a crash of pans, making you flinch.

“Are you o-“

“-M’fine! Just… Stay there a minute!”

“Oh… Okay…” Another yawn made its way out of your mouth, your voice quiet both because you were tired and in fear of making him mad at you again. You didn’t realise he was that bothered by your cheerfulness. While you were deep in thought about the situation, you hadn’t even realised he was standing right in front of you. You certainly didn’t notice the stains decorating his usual attire either, or the streak of flour smeared across one of his cheeks.

“You’re home?” You asked quietly, tilting your head in confusion.

He nodded slowly, his arms folding across his chest, most likely to hide the evidence of what he had been doing. “Yeah.”

“But I thought…”

“Go into the kitchen. There’s something for you there.” Oh? Curious, you stepped past the worn out man, the slump of his shoulders being missed by you entirely.

In the middle of your kitchen table was a large cake. It wasn’t the best you had seen - the icing covering the whole thing had patches showing the body underneath and you were sure the whole thing was leaning to one side. But that didn’t matter, not when you saw what was written in the middle.

With a stark contrast to the messy presentation, in the neatest handwriting, you saw the word ‘Sorry.’ Next to the dessert was some sort of pink flower, shimmering with violet streaks coating the petals. Sakura blooms.

“Tartaglia said that this would help.” The balladeer mumbled from behind you, but it was oddly quiet. When you turned to face him, you saw that he was looking away from you, the tips of his ears a deep scarlet. “So… Do you like this kind of stuff or was this just that ginger trying to make me look stupid?” You could tell he was trying his best to sound annoyed, but there was no bite in his voice. When you didn’t reply, he was forced to look back at you. His breath caught in his throat when he saw glistening tears roll down your reddened cheeks.

“Wait, hey- stop crying…” Did I do something wrong? The question went unspoken.

“Sorry…” You sniffled, wiping your tears away quickly. “Do you… Do you mean it?”

“Yeah.” His foot shifted, stepping in front of you to cup one of your cheeks, his thumb rubbing the damp skin tenderly. “I’m sorry. I should’ve never done that…” Vibrant eyes shifted down to your wrist and looked away in shame. It’s not like it was bruised or even swollen, but it should’ve never happened in the first place. i“I’ll never forgive myself…” Even if at the time he didn’t see you, but instead one of his enemies, it was still inexcusable.

“I forgive you, though.”

“You… You do?”

You nod slowly. It was wrong, and you both knew that, but he gave up his pride for you by apologising. You knew he meant it when he said sorry, as it was a word not even in his vocabulary at the best of times.

“I will never do it again.”

“Good. Or I won’t forgive you next time.”

A rare smile spread across his lips. There wouldn’t be a next time, he would make sure of that. “You better not.” He didn’t deserve you, or the kindness you continuously showed to him, but he was ever so thankful for it.

“Did you really make that cake yourself?”

His lips pursed, the hues of crimson spreading across his cheeks. “… Yeah. Sorry if it’s not good…”

His warning came too late, you already helping yourself to a slice and taking s bite before he could finish. He stood rigidly, watching you in anticipation.

“It’s delicious!”

He released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, his body going lax. It didn’t last long however, as you pressed your lips against his cheek. “Thank you…”

You heard a grumble, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you in closer.

“Yeah… Whatever.” In ‘Balladeer’, you were sure that meant;

I love you.

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