#scaramouche x oc

[lukarion-ven]

venlune? lunelyn? heilune? kumilune? i dont know, because atm my headcanon is that she likes aether one sidedly.. poor boys o<-<

if you ever get the chance to play an otome game like this, whose route would u pick? i cant choose tbh..

#my art #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #original character #canon x oc #venti x reader #venti #venti x oc #venlune #lyne #lyney x oc #lyney x reader #lunelyn #heizou #heizou x reader #heizou x oc #heilune #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x oc #kumilune #lunette mond #im gonna die bc of my delusions #i need to call a doctor

[ventismacchiato]

🎮 behind the lens!

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst

status completed ✔️

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw

sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou

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featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart!

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you're live!

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. drowned cat core

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. city of love

22. he who must not be named

23. and there’s only one bed

24. how to get akumatized 101

25. a glimpse of us

26. the ship has sunk

27. best of both worlds

28. something in the water

ACT THREE: cut the camera!

29. gatekeeping the sexy

30. show yourself

31. hold on i’m processing

32. sad quotes bot

33. please leave a message after the tone

34. were you silent or silenced

35. they don’t know about us

36. plot twist we’re dating

37. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out

38. stop asking for esex

39. out of character

40. paper rings

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

41. truth or drink

42. epilogue; curtain call

ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!

43. extra headcanons

44. stardust merch

45. balladeer merch

46. scarastar collab merch

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[niiine]

Clingy Scara just because he won't leave my brain alone

°DRABBLE°

It's not foreign for you to wake up at night as the need to use the bathroom arises. You gently removed the limbs tangled onto yours, careful not to wake your lover who's sleeping heavily beside you. It's a challenge, of course, because he has a deathly grip around your waist and his legs are knotted on yours. A solid ten minutes of featherlight wriggling (if that's possible) and you're finally free.

You tiptoed towards the comfort room, making sure that no noise will erupt that would disturb the sleeping man. Even the way you closed the door behind you is shy. A good five minutes have passed 'till you finished your business inside, carefully turning the door knob to minimize any sound. You're so determined to keep any clamor away—until you shrieked the very moment you've opened the door.

There, in front of you, in all his sleepy, annoyed glory, is SCARAMOUCHE. Scowl adorning his face as he muttered "you sure took your time there" all your hardship of keeping him asleep now thrown out of the window.

"Well you could've knocked you know." You stated, thinking that he needs to use the bathroom as well. You proceeds to drag your feet towards your shared bed. Not sparing the man another glance as drowsiness took over your form once again. Not until you heard a pair of feet following close behind, "Thought you gonna use the bathroom?" "No. Idiot. You just took so long so I check up on you" he whispered before yawning, dragging you back to the bed, snaking his arms around your waist once again and placing his legs in between yours. "Now I can go back to sleep"

You snuggled closer to his chest, letting yourself to fall into slumber—but not before you realized something. "So you're awake the whole time?!"

#scaramouche x oc #scara x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche imagines #scaranation #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche fluff #yae publishing house #yaepublishinghouse #wanderer #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

[sweetainwen]

ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛ [WANDERER/SCARAMOUCHE]

Summary: the creator just wanted to find the reason for that system error, but she had brought with her an unwanted insight into the game itself, causing a dangerous and unexpected collapse within him.

Pairings: yandere!Scaramouche/Wanderer x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Genre: sagau, yandere!au, isekai!au, futuristic!au, sci-fi!au.

Warnings: jealous!wanderer, fluff, angst, d^aths (no blood tho), wanderer losing his mind, noncon kissing.

SUMERU ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS

I STARTED WRITING THIS BEFORE THE FONTAINE RELEASE, SO IT'S NOT PRESENT

THE WANDERER'S NAME IS THE ONE I CHOOSE (IT MEANS "LIGHT", "RADIANCE")

Word count: 12k+

A hand gently, lightly brushing his hair. The humming of a sweet, soothing tune tickling his ears. A smile, a face, a calm voice and muffled words.

His eyes struggled to focus.

Everything was blurry, but he could catch those details of the one who was tenderly lulling him.

She was moving her lips, she was talking. but he did not understand. He was still groggy. Nevertheless, he sensed it.

It was home.

“Here, your food.”

He snapped his eyes open, staring at the bowl in front of him before looking up at the arm holding the item and finally at the person sitting to his left on a medium tree trunk.

The Wanderer saw her give him a surprised look, blinking.

“Oh, sorry, did you fall asleep?”

He let out a grunt, almost snatching the bowl out of her hand and spilling out its contents, causing her to gasp slightly.

“My, how grumpy,” she snickered amusedly. “It seems like I'm putting you through torture. You can't call me a bad cook, big hat guy.”

He took the spoon between his fingers, sighing annoyed at the way he had been called for the thousandth time, “Quit with that name.”

“I would if I had a real name to call you by,” she shrugged with a smirk on her face, the spoon playing with the food in the bowl. “But since you won't tell me, I had to give you one. It suits you, doesn't it?”

Her eyes were fixed on his hat at that question, and the Wanderer preferred to ignore it, causing her to put on a feigned pout.

She took a bite of her lunch, "Is this how you treat your travel companion?"

“You are not.”

“But we are traveling together to Sumeru!”

“You have decided to join. Without my consent,” he reminded her, his gaze now on her.

“You didn't refuse though.”

This time her sullen face was genuine.

He stared at her without arguing back, the impulse to leave her there on the spot taking over. However it dissipated shortly after the lively gleam in her eyes struck him.

Again.

“Stop talking and eat up. We need to get back on the road.”

He brought his gaze back to the food, but he could feel the young woman's victorious smile.

She was truly a whirlwind in perpetual motion. She got into constant trouble between hilichurls, treasure hoarders, and even fatui.

It was better to call her a loose cannon.

That was just how he had met her several days before, though the hilarious part was that the hoarders were running away from her.

And he even ended up in the middle of their battle when those bandits had tried to use him as a shield.

It had been a scene comical enough to almost make him sneer.

And that was when she proclaimed herself as his travel companion, since they had to go the same way.

“Have you gone freaking nuts?” he blurted out with crossed arms.

She blinked before putting on a huge smile, “Why not?”

“I could kill you too.”

“You don't seem like a bad guy at all, hat guy," she shook her head, stretching her hand toward him and eyes twinkling like stars. “I'm Clara. No last name, just Clara. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

And he had let her come with him.

He felt a kind of force drawing him toward the young woman. He could not respond in any other way to her gestures and words than with indulgence.

And it irked him that it was no problem for him.

Those eyes on him now accentuated the annoyance he had been feeling for the past few days.

As a result, he put into action what he thought whenever he was stared at intensely by her before continuing on his journey.

A movement of his hand was enough to create a vortex that surrounded the young woman and carried her away from him.

The gasp of surprise and words of displeasure never failed to be heard.

But she always managed to return and take him wherever she wanted to go.

Such as booking a room at an inn for the night.

“Using your element to get rid of me is completely pointless. You are perfectly aware that I'd be back on my feet in no time,” Clara sneered at him, sitting on the windowsill with one leg toward her chest as he lay on the bed far from the open window.

“And you acknowledge the fact that I could harm you with that.”

She giggled in response, and he saw that particular glint in her eyes again that if he could lose his breath, it would have happened by now. The smile that followed it made the picture even more vivid.

“You would have already done what you had to do, Hikaru.”

He frowned, astonishment at hearing that name, “What?”

“Oh. Calling you big hat guy all the time doesn't seem appropriate, and since you won't tell me your name, I decided to give you a real one. Why?” She brought her arm on her knee before resting her chin on it. “You don't like it?”

“Why that name?”

This time, the smile she showed him was a sweet one, devoid of any malice.

“Because you remind me of how a person can emanate their own light, and head towards the end,” she explained in a soft voice, her face now turned up to the night sky. “Like a bright star high in the sky.”

Silence filled the room.

The Wanderer did not know what to answer, and he did not want to answer. The name said so lightly, but with meaning, was the same one the traveler had given him.

It was so strange.

“Although... these stars and this sky seem to have something wrong with them.”

The Wanderer sat on the edge of the bed, confused by the sudden change of subject, “Wrong how?”

He watched carefully as her expression became thoughtful, almost serious, absorbed in finding an explanation.

“It's as if ... you want to go one way, but you are pushed in another. Determined to follow that set thought of yours, but it gets diverted, and you don't know whether to continue or not. A false sense of control. A purpose-built hope.”

She went back to look at him. And the feeling he got from it was totally different.

She seemed to be observing him, seeking something deep within him. Like an astrologist reading your future.

“Well, it's probably just my mindless reasoning," she shrugged, her facial features softening. “I'm going to go to sleep now. Good night, Hikaru.”

And as she got up and headed for her bed, that feeling vanished along with her no longer being in his line of sight.

He lay back down again, confused for the umpteenth time by their interactions. There was definitely a double meaning in what she had said, and he even began to believe that it had some connection to the reason for her journey to Sumeru.

And at that point, after days and nights together, he was wondering: what was she looking for?

Everything was dark, he could see nothing. He could only hear murmurs and noises.

But then there was a gentle touch, his hair being tousled by her hand.

All went quiet, and a faint, sweet chuckle echoed in that darkness before making way for a soft, muffled voice.

He felt it. Deafening and overpowering. That strange feeling.

“You're such a good boy.”

Like it was home.

He snapped his eyes open, and the first thing he saw was Clara’s surprised and slightly worried face.

“Is everything all right?”

Disoriented, he tried to grasp the situation. One of her hands was at the side of his head, while the other was in his. He couldn’t blink.

And Clara, surely noticing his inquisitive look, was quick to explain.

“I saw you stirring in your sleep. I thought you were having a nightmare so I tried to wake you up, but you grabbed my hand,” she showed him their intertwined hands. “Then I tried to soothe you with caresses and reassuring words. And it worked.”

She gave him a smile, but he said nothing. He only stared at her.

Clara tilted her head slightly to the side at that reaction, not understanding what else he wanted to know. Or he probably didn't believe what she had told him.

She did not give it much thought.

When Clara felt his grip loosen, she gently freed her hand from his, standing up.

“I brought your breakfast. It’s on the bedside table. Eat with no rush, I’m going downstairs.”

And she walked on, closing the door behind her.

The Wanderer sat at the edge of the bed and sighed deeply, his eyes going to the tray with his breakfast mentioned by Clara.

He had been experiencing those moments for days now. It was beyond annoying.

Dreams that showed scenarios that then affected him emotionally and psychologically when he woke up. Not just any scenes, but of himself in situations that seemed familiar despite the fact that he had never actually experienced them.

Memories.

It was also strange and impossible. Because he was a puppet. He could not sleep, consequently neither could he dream. However, he was doing both, and he was unaware of how he was doing it.

What was he to expect now? That he would no longer have to pretend that he had to eat?

Of one thing he was sure though. It had all started after the arrival of the one he was now watching chatting and giggling with an inn employee outside the inn after leaving the room.

He sensed it. That greater force pushing him back toward her.

Uncontrollable and domineering.

And another emotion mixed with it. An emotion so strong that he wanted to rip off the head of that young man standing too much close to her.

Instead, he moved closer, catching their attention, and with a movement of his fingers, he made a vortex appear around the young woman that dragged her away from the guy, leaving both of them stunned and confused.

And after throwing a glance that made the unfortunate man shudder, he went behind the whirlwind with Clara rolling her eyes.

He just sneered, feeling a little better. Clara huffed after being released far from the inn, adjusting her disheveled clothes and walking toward the direction they had come from.

Knowing her intentions, he stepped in front of her and before she could even open her mouth to argue, he revealed the object of interest and threw it at her, watching as she tried hard not to drop it.

“Your bag,” he informed her, putting a hand on his hip.

She just shot him a glare, her eyes almost twitching.

“What am I surprised about? Your social skills certainly can't improve in a snap of the fingers,” she muttered displeased, fixing her shoulder bag over one shoulder and checking the contents for possible breakage. “Be more careful when holding other people’s things! And stop frightening people for no reason at all! Poor guy was praying that he wouldn't end up in pieces.”

He did not speak, resuming his walk as if he had heard nothing.

“Ignoring my words, are you?” she gave up, going after him.

“Just a little while and we will arrive at our destination,” was what he communicated instead.

He suddenly felt himself grabbed by the arm, almost causing him to lose his balance, and caught her radiant face a few inches away from his.

He could tell he had had a heart attack at this.

“Really?! Finally! Then we must hurry, I can’t wait to get there!”

He frowned, trying to break free from her grasp, but was taken aback by her sudden jerk forward before she started running and dragging him with her.

She was too enthusiastic for his liking, a child in an adult's body. Hopping here and there like a rabbit with a goofy smile and sparkling eyes through the streets of Sumeru.

He felt like a nanny and couldn't say he was pleased about it.

“Sumeru is just as it was portrayed to me. I love it!”

“Your elation over a city is quite childlike. I could swear I'm dealing with a child.”

She hopped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks and puffing out her cheeks, “And you’re too edgy and grumpy for my liking. Change your mood when you’re with me. I won’t tolerate a gloomy atmosphere.”

“You’re such a-“

“Cute, lovable, little person? I am, thanks for noticing that, Hikaru.”

She stuck out her tongue at him before a smile spread across her face, and he grimaced at what he called her antics. Realizing the presence of the god of wisdom coming toward them with her lips upward instead made him roll his eyes.

“I take great pleasure in seeing that you have finally found yourself a friend.”

That sweet, little voice made Clara turn around, and was taken aback as soon as she saw who was before her.

The Wanderer placed one hand on his hip, shaking his head at her words, “You shouldn’t.”

Nahida slightly giggled, shifting her focus on the young woman by his side, conscious of how she struggled to conceal her astonishment and nervousness in her presence.

“I’m- I’m honored to make your acquaintance, Dendro Archon! I’m… I’m Clara!”

“Very delighted to meet you, Clara.” She almost cooed at her reaction. “I’m hoping he’s not causing you any distress.���

She gesticulated, eyes wide open, “Oh! Of course, he isn’t! Our traveling proceeded smoothly! Not one person was the victim of his aggressive look or word!”

The Wanderer gave her a look and Clara pressed her lips together after the gaffe she had made.

The little Archon cocked her head to the side, entertained by their interaction. But the most interesting behavior was that of the former balladeer, somehow influenced by the young woman to be more calm and condescending.

“You seem to get along pretty well.”

The duo looked at her, baffled. Before they could comment, the clatter of rapidly approaching wheels against the ground alerted the young man.

His hand was quick to rest on her hip, bringing her closer to himself and thus preventing her from being run over by the wooden cart.

The man carrying it apologized several times under Hikaru’s grim gaze, and Clara and Nahida’s surprised eyes before going on his way.

Clara thanked him and, moving slightly away from him, turned to Nahida with a curious look, “There is a lot of movement around. Is there any celebration going on?”

“A festival. Would you like to partecipate?”

Her eyes sparkled, “Can I really?”

“There is no prohibition on this,” Nahida giggled. “Everyone is welcome. With Hikaru's company, it will be easier to integrate.”

“Excuse me?” his eyebrow shot up.

“She’s not familiar with Sumeru. Consequently, someone who is should be her guide.”

It wasn't the beaming face and the implied order of the Dendro Archon, it was Clara's eyes filled with expectation and eagerness to witness a common joy that dragged him through the stalls ― one of which she had almost ended up being scammed and if it hadn't been for her stopping him, he would have probably literally blown up every one of his pieces for sale and the seller himself ― and ultimately among the people moving to the beat of the music.

But he had stood on the sidelines, leaning against a tree and watching as she laughed and got involved with the locals. On her head the hat she had snatched from him.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

Her face that showed eyes like sparkling gems filled with life, red cheeks, and lips fully spread in a joyful smile.

She was some sort of flower in the midst of the desert. You found it strange that it was there and at the same time you thought it was wonderful to see it there.

It led you to get closer and stand there admiring it. To cup your hands at its sides and hide it from any intruder.

A sight that you wanted only yours to witness.

And the way he was thinking irked him.

His ears sensed a shift in the air, and Hikaru was able to quickly catch the hat Clara had thrown at him with one hand.

“Guess you’re not fond of festivals. Or should I say people in general?” she remarked, moving to his side and placing her elbow on his shoulder. “Oh, look! I can touch your shoulder even like this!” she added in mock surprise.

He didn't speak, but Clara saw him raise his arm slightly and form a small swirl of air from his hand. She stepped back just far enough not to be blown away with her hands in surrender ― although she didn't think he would really do that.

She tried not to laugh, but it was impossible.  

And it was in that instant that Hikaru saw all around her become blurred and overlaid by an environment all too familiar to him. Her clothes replaced by others and her laughter accentuated.

It echoed in his ears. Overbearing, piercing.

It mixed with the muffled music and chatter in the background of the festival.

A desperate cry broke in, words overlapping each other. Distorted and almost inaudible.

His head began to ache, his eyes squinted, and an annoying ringing thrummed in his ears.

And it became more and more unbearable.

He wanted it to stop. It fucking hurt.

“Please! Please, don’t leave me!”

“Are you all right?”

The suffering vanished as soon as her hands touched his cheeks, bringing him back to the present.

“It's better if you reach a quieter place. Or maybe go straight to bed. It's pretty late, I'd say.”

He didn’t utter a word, completely disoriented by this event. And with no hesitation, he agreed with her suggestion, leaving that chaotic place under Clara’s attentive eyes.

She crossed her arms pensively.

“I assume that your research is not bearing fruit, given the way the situation is somewhat out of control.”

Clara looked at the Dendro Archon beside her, blinking away the fear from her eyes and with a hand on her chest the near heart attack she had from her sudden arrival.

“Don’t ever do that again if you do not wish for my death!” She exhaled, “I cannot ask such questions without having at least a phase of knowledge and trust between us. It will just take a little longer because of his wariness. Nothing is out of control. What gave you this impression?”

Nahida didn’t look away from the crowd and Clara followed suit, “Is this the first time he has shown himself like that?”

Realizing that she was referring to how Hikaru had grabbed his head with one hand and his face had distorted in pain, Clara cocked her head to the side, not sure how to respond.

“I think it is. Although he had a pretty awful nightmare last night. He wouldn't stop squirming and at one point wouldn't even let go of my hand. The situation is indeed quite strange.” She shook her head, crossing her arms again, “He should not experience this kind of thing; he is a puppet. Still, seeing him trying to hide it is very amusing.”

She smiled, amused by the memory of him eating and sleeping like a normal human being.

Nahida hummed thoughtfully, “It may be a consequence of your closeness.”

Her gaze ended on her again, and Nahida did the same.

“You two share something deep,” she replied at her silent question. Something that both unites and changes you.”

“Like… a connection? Are you trying to say that because of this connection that we have,” she pointed at herself in a surprised manner. “I am instigating a change in him? He forgets everything if I get out of the game and then remember again if I go back in?”

“A deep connection. The more you feel, the more intriguing and dear is something or someone to you,” she clarified her hypothesis. “You must remember your effect on the people of this world. Your presence can be sensed by every single individual here. You are the creator. A powerful figure, more than us Archons. We are not fully aware of the influence of each of your actions. And I forewarned you of my inability to help you in such dangerous cases. What I see is total blackness; you are not part of this world. That’s why you have to be careful not to ruin the balance of Teyvat more than Dottore and Wanderer have discovered. Do it for the sake of all of us.”

Clara let out a sigh, and nodded.

Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the weight of the words spoken was not light.

The things that were taking form in this game were not supposed to occur. Having real interactions with people here was not an expected possibility, because it was a game.

A game that she herself had given shape to and was having huge success.

She was living in an era where technology was overdeveloped, it could very well be compared to a sci-fi movie. Time travel had been discovered, even flowing into parallel universes. Computers were no longer cumbersome but a small device that showed you in hologram what you wanted, like the keyboard and the mouse itself.

Being a video game producer, she had in mind a game that would bring back the old days, a gacha style of gaming that had gone out of fashion long centuries before, leaving only complete games to continue through time.

Thus, she had shared with her co-founders this idea of hers, which was accepted with some misgivings.

She did not have many expectations either, nevertheless people had liked it, taking her by surprise. Probably because this generation had never seen any, except in documentaries or such, and wanted to experience what it was like to live in an earlier era.

Some time after the game was released, she had thought of creating a more realistic alternative of it using VR headsets to engage even those who had felt no interest.

However, something had gone wrong, because she had experienced firsthand one of the scenes she had intended to include in the game that was still far from being added: the Tatarasuna Mistery. In which a mysterious disease had infected, killed many locals and scarred Hikaru to the core.

She hadn’t been an exception.

The crying, suffering, screams, desperation.

It had been too much to watch and had nearly given her a panic attack.

And she had done the only thing she believed was right: use her VR headset to get out of there. When she did, she was wearing the clothes of that world and had some small wounds on her feet from running on the ground barefoot in terror.

It was then that she realized she had created a parallel universe of that game. The game codes had been mixed up and incorporated by the three-dimensional-capable machine she had used as a technical test, bringing to life the scenarios that were still being designed.

This discovery was too dangerous to share; in fact, they decided never to talk about it again. The fright and concern her co-founders had felt after seeing her in that state had been enough to agree to keep quiet about the matter.

Unfortunately, a problem occurred when an event came out further on, in which Scaramouche, the sixth fatui harbinger, made his first appearance.

Some of the scenes were not what they were supposed to be. They had changed. Scaramouche should not have said that the sky was fake, a hoax. But they had let it go; it gave a sense of mystery and decided to go with the flow.

After that, Il Dottore said the same words. It was not a simple concidence. Her game had a reality on its own and was writing its own story. Even their employees were beginning to detect strange things.

She wanted to solve the issue, but she did not know whether destroying that universe would bring consequences in the game and be discovered by the S.T.C.C.O., the Spatio-Temporal Continuum Control Organization.

Wandering between worlds must be authorized by them to prevent ill-intentioned people from changing parts of history for selfish purposes, and if they did not show permission they could shut the company down.

Risking a life of progress was out of the question, consequently the only option was to look for a foothold in that same world and figure out how to fix it against the disagreement of her co-founder friends.

The only way she believed possible was to ask for help from the one who had wisdom and knowledge on her side, The Dendro Archon Lesser Lord Kusanali.

She smiled. Kind, welcoming. And a small movement of her head in a reverent greeting.

“Welcome, outsider.”

She was petrified of Nahida’s awareness of her. It showed her skill as the ruler of a region, but it was all the same frightening how her identity could be so easily discovered.

She found out later that not everyone could do that, only the archons, so she had breathed a sigh of relief, hoping, however, that she would not one day end up buried alive for all the pain they had felt because of her.

Her explanation of the events, where she came from and who she was, had left Nahida speechless. She had understood she was a foreigner, but not the significance of her presence there.

Everything about the young woman had some kind of wall blocking any outside access, and the reason she could not was precisely her provenance.

The Dendro Archon had then taken her to Hikaru while he was still Scaramouche, and the sight of him lying unconscious after the battle with the traveler had made quite an impression on her.

Everything here was real; you could talk to them, joke with them, touch them.

Remorse had made its way into her, and unconsciously she had approached and reassured him of his rebirth.

He was now Hikaru, the Wanderer.

She still had to find out what made him think everything was fake before releasing another region and archon quests, though it was proving quite difficult to do so.

She just had to try several times in different ways until he gave in.

That was why she had asked Nahida to send him on a trip and have them meet in the least forced way.

It would have taken her longer, but since in this universe time seemed to pass as it did in his game and unlike his world, she didn't mind.

The same could not be said of her indecision about whether or not to knock on the door of the room where Hikaru had decided to rest.

She could feel tension in the air. It was strange. And… intimidating.

Especially after talking to Nahida.

“Are you coming in or not? Don’t have any hands to open the door?”

She almost let out a scream at this sudden voice, a hand on her chest.

The way both of them made her almost die of a heart attack from a fright was really impressive.

Opening the door slightly, she let only her head pop out, almost shy, "I just wanted to know if you're feeling better."

“What do you think?” He articulated sharply, not even glancing at her.

“Well…” She entered the room, walking towards the bed where he was sitting and standing a short distance from him, “Is it a headache? Do you want me to fetch some medicine?”

“It’s not necessary. It will go away on its own.”

“Oh, good.”

Silence built between them.

Perhaps it had not been a good idea to visit him now, he was definitely not in the mood for small talk or anything else ��� as he always was ― but she could not leave him alone.

“What’s your purpose here?”

After the initial moment of stupor, with a blink of her eyes, she could only say, “What?”

He looked at her, and almost took a step back because of how dull his eyes were.

“Sumeru probably has something to do with your traveling. What is it that you’re looking for?”

That was totally unexpected.

She thought she would have to work her way up to simply have a reply from him without creating suspicions. Even though it didn’t look like there wasn’t any from his intense gaze.

“Answers.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slight hint of amusement in his hollow eyes at her short response, “Answers. To what? The bright star high in the sky and the feeling of being controlled?”

He was definitely mocking her and the metaphor she used to express her opinion.

“Precisely that one.” She tilted her head to the side, “What do you think about it?”

“Everyone is controlled by someone one way or another. Willingly or unwillingly.”

“That makes sense. But how are you aware of that control? What signs do you see to come to that conclusion?”

“I don't know. Your instincts?”

She opened her mouth to retort, but closed it again, sighing slightly.

It was too good to be true. It was Hikaru they were talking about. The personality could not change.

She had a pang in her heart. She had given him that personality, like every character in the game. She had caused trauma and tragic experiences.

And that struck even deeper.

Everything in the palm of her hand, but as soon as something was out of control she wanted to fix it right away.

It was also a logical consequence of her work environment; she could leave nothing to chance.

The guilt still consumed her from the inside.

She realized only now how they had remained silent and with their eyes on each other.

He seemed to want to peer deep into her. To look for behavioral changes, for a weakness, to give certainty to doubts.

Or perhaps she was influenced by her own guilt.

It was suffocating.

Her hand moved, slowly, giving the puppet the choice to shrug it off, but he did not. It rested on his head and began to gently caress it.

“I’m sorry.”

It was a faint whisper, but a strange glint flashed through his eyes at it.

“For what?”

“I don’t know, just… I’m sorry.”

It had been spontaneous. She wanted to tell him, even though he did not understand the act.

And again, the same gaze as a few moments ago was on her. This time it was less oppressive and more… soft.

He reached for the arm of her hand still on his head and put it down, before pulling her close to him and resting his head on her stomach. His arms wrapping around her waist.

The word astonishment did not fully describe how she felt about this gesture.

It was completely out of character. Nonetheless, she had to remind herself that he was no longer a mere character in a game and that anyone who got an aloof, arrogant and conceited attitude could fall apart.

As a result, she encircled his head with her arms, attempting to convey comfort and reassurance.

She felt his grip on her waist tighten slightly, but was completely oblivious to the effect her words had on him… and the sudden change in his eyes hidden from her sight.

Thus, when he was standing at her heels the following days, it had her somewhat confused.

Scratch that. It was really confusing how calm and kind he had become to her.

It was likely due to that moment they shared together a few nights before, but the shift was…

Well, at least he had not completely changed; that would have been unsettling.

But she did not expect that he would even lie beside her on the grass, on a small slanted ledge of a hill, to watch the sunset together.

A bird flew in front of her and, following it with her eyes, she saw how it landed on Hikaru's head.

He sighed but did nothing to get it off.

It wasn't the first time this had happened; even if he tried to make it leave, he wouldn't succeed like he did with the others, and that made her laugh.

“They love you, huh?”

He didn't look at her, “Shut up.”

 “Never.”

He raised his hand, ready to make her fly faster than a bird, but she surrendered by shaking hers.

“Oh, my! You should calm your horses! There's beautiful nature here contributing to a breathtaking view and you want to sweep it away? That's so cruel!”

“I eliminate possible contamination.”

She blinked, “Wait. Me?”

With his eyes now on her, he cocked an eyebrow matter-of-factly, “Who else? The bird? Is your brain a decoration by any chance?”

She snorted, sitting down on the grass, “Then you should avoid associating with a person who has her brain as a decoration. That way you can avoid becoming dumb yourself.”

She was about to get up, but Hikaru's hand putting her back down blocked her from doing so.

And without saying anything, she smiled, bringing her arms under her head again and closing her eyes. A slight smile took up the young man's lips; she would not find out though, for it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

And after he did not know how long, heavy breathing of a sleeping person could be heard instead, and when he looked to his left, Clara was completely in dreamland.

Hikaru let out a small snort of disbelief at the scene.

The sound of stepping on grass behind him caught his attention.

“You like her company now, don't you?”

He sat up, watching the bird finally fly away, “She is bearable.”

Nahida giggled, “So bearable to follow her around, right?”

He reimaned silent as he got up and brushed off his clothes from the dirt, but didn't miss to give her a side-eye.

The little Dendro Archon observed as a small wind began to rise with a movement of his hand, lifting Clara into the air and carrying her directly into his arms; one below the crook of her knees and the other wrapping around her back. Her head drooping before resting on his chest.

With a nod toward her as a sign of goodbye, he jumped up into the air and flew away, leaving her alone.

Along with her worries.

She sighed slightly, “Seriously, I hope nothing happens.”

It could not be said that something was not wrong, as doubts had crept into Hikaru's mind anyway.

Such an answer as Clara's would have pleased no one; it was too vague.

That was why he had changed his attitude a bit, to get more informations.

Laying her on her bed, he took the bag off her shoulder without waking her and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze drawn as always to her face.

He had a gut feeling of her being involved in those chaotic and confusing fragments of situations he was recalling, although there was a certain confidence ― which by now had wavered ― that he had never experienced them.

Getting closer was the best method to piece together those called fragments, but the more he did, the harder it was to detach and stay focused.

She was the one distracting him.

A few strands of her hair had fallen across her face, and his hand reached out to move them aside. After that he heaved a sigh, realizing that he had been staring at her for he did not know how long before he recovered from that strange state of daze.

He was definitely losing his mind.

He stood up and walked over to the chair placed by the door to put Clara's bag, which he still had in his hand, on it.

Before he could open the door a sudden noise stopped him. It had echoed in his mind, like a jingle.

Familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Another forgotten memory.

Looking behind him, he spotted the bag upturned on the ground with something out of it. It almost seemed to shimmer under the moonlight coming in through the open window.

And as soon as he took the fallen object in his hands his brows furrowed.

It was big, almost as big as half his head, and black. There was some kind of rope tied to the ends of it and eyes in the center of that small bizarre thing.

He recalled Clara’s exaggerated care for her bag, figuring now that it was most likely for this item and its possible fragility.

The more he stared at it, the more there was something tickling his mind.

And it turned into a deafening ringing that caused him to blink several times before he heard a muffled voice and saw blurred images of that same object and a young woman showing how to use it.

“Bring this to the back of your head, then this to the front.”

Like a puppet, he led that rope behind his head and the large part in front of his eyes. It fit like a glove.

“And press the button on the left side.”

He skimmed lightly for a prominent spot until he found it.

Through that device, a spiral of colors appeared before his eyes as the ground beneath his feet seemed to disappear into thin air before he felt it again.

Now he could only see white, and he quickly took that thing off, finding himself in a completely white and empy small room. A sliding metal door opened ahead of him and he hesitantly stepped out.

What he saw left him totally shocked.

There were pictures and drawings of a lot of people posted on the walls, but the ones he recognized immediately were Lesser Lord Kusanali, the Raiden Shogun, the traveler, their fellow flying being.

And himself. In all his forms.

To his left was a chair that had small wheels instead of feet and a kind of desk with another strange invention on it; there were almost transparent windows in which one showed a picture of flowers and writing in a small square while the other showed letters and symbols.

They were not part of the alphabet of the Teyvat language, so he could not tell which letters they were.

Next to them was yet another one with an almost mouse-like shape.

Attracted, he tried to press the arrow symbol pointing to the left located in the middle of that rectangular window, and a female voice suddenly boomed in the room.

She had used a welcoming tone, however, he did not understand what she had said except for a few words.

Xu Shi Han.

He was sure it was a name.

It was then that his gaze landed on a frame. A picture frame where Clara was smiling together with other people.

What was a picture of her doing here? Was he going insane?

Where the heck was he?

Raising his head, he looked out of that large window that gave a view of huge, long, light-filled buildings and the dark sky.

This made him come to a realization.

He was in another world.

He looked at the picture frame again.

Clara’s world.

She had gotten to Teyvat with that same machine that had taken him here.

He clutches on it still in his hand, overwhelmed by that discovery.

Then who was Xu Shi Han? A friend of hers? A workmate? Both?

Or was this all a hallucination?

Sudden sequences occupied his mind, almost causing him to lose his balance and grunt from the incessant pounding in his head.

He cast a glance at the device in his hand and decided to go back and ask the young woman for an explanation.

It was better to be direct this time, she might even have a solution for those headaches and disconnected memories.

It was beginning to irritate him.

However, as soon as he entered that white room again, put the object on and pressed the button, he had to grit his teeth and hold his head.

It felt like it was being hammered. Repeatedly and relentlessly.

A searing burning melting his brain until it reached his legs, which gave way under the weight of the pain.

There were voices.

It was unbearable!

Voices. Images.

He wanted it to stop!

Giggles. Cries. Screams.

Stop! Enough! No!

Please!

He inhaled deeply and his eyes were drawn to someone standing in front of him with their back to him.

Trees, plants and bushes began to dip into scenery.

Tilting his head to the side, curiosity crept in at the sight of that person dressed in clothes he had never seen before.

She had also removed something black and large from her head and was looking around. He could only see half of her face but wonder and excitement were visible on it despite standing slightly away from him.

Adjusting the basket full of harvested fruit on his hip, he moved a foot forward but found a small tree branch under it, alerting the young woman who spun around at the noise.

It was like being struck by a lightining. She was really beautiful.

“Oh, forgive me! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” he exclaimed in a soft voice, shaking his head. Confusion was visible in her features, and his fingers began to play with part of the rim of the basket, feeling shy, “Are you lost, by any chance?”

She let out a sigh, “I… think so. Am I on a island?”

Even her voice was melodious.

“You are. Kannazuka, more specifically in Tatarasuna.”

He saw her eyes widen and look at him intently, almost as if she wanted to see through him.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Kabukimono, pleased to meet you!” he smiled, enthusiastic about making new acquaintances. “And you are?”

She seemed to have relaxed a little, smiling back at him, “Shi Han. The pleasure is all mine, Kabukimono.”

Technically it was not a lie, yet she was puzzled by the situation because it was not supposed to start that way.

Had she gotten the main settings wrong? A reversed scenario loading? She recalled checking several times before putting the machine into operation.

Glancing one more time at the trees, the bushes, with the chirping of the birds around and the sound of their shoes against the ground, the feeling of experiencing such a realistic sensory stimulus never ceased to charm her.

Her gaze fell on the puppet leading the way to the village after telling her that she could stay with them as long as she wanted. The shy but lively way he interacted with her turned the corner of her lips upward.

“We’re here!” he informed her, quickening his pace.

Chatter and laughter reached her ears, and she stepped out of the way in time to avoid being bumped by two children chasing each other.

She followed Kabukimono with her eyes as he walked over to this familiar young man with a red lock of hair to show him the basket of fruits, being repaid with a smile and probably words of praise.

After that, his attention switched to her, thus bringing the other to look at her as well, and she decided to approach for introductions. She then understood why he looked familiar; he was Niwa Hisahide, the one she would blame for the island tragedy in the game.

They appeared like real people. Having them face her really did have a strange effect.

She certainly could not say that they were fictitious characters and was trying out the game in virtual reality to attract more players, so she had opted for a simpler and quite believable explanation: she was traveling but had gotten lost and her possessions had been stolen.

She had also immediately found a bag to put her VR headset in to avoid curious questions.

Kabukimono had already thrown a quizzical look at it, which was not supposed to happen, since it was not meant to be exposed to the eyes of the characters.

Even if there were inventions here, explaining the use of a VR headset could have involved complications in the game which she was not inclined to have.

Everything had to go smoothly, and her intent had been achieved.

She wore the local clothes, got along well with the villagers, and helped with whatever errands were available.

Still, Kabukimono's reluctant behavior around her had not escaped her notice.

Conversations were brief ― almost nonexistent ― and he would run off, yet he had been so friendly during the first meeting.

These interactions were odd; she did not remember including them as options. Actually, nothing was as she recollected setting them up.

As he was now with the elderly women who spoke to him as he smiled and listened eagerly.

“Don't worry. He had these reactions with us at first too,” Niwa's voice caught her attention as the young man walked up beside her with a hand on his hip. "He just needs some time, you'll see how he won't pull away again."

"But it's been days," she sighed. "And I'm not doing who knows what action to deserve this attitude again. I'm approaching in a gentle way."

He hummed thoughfully, “You are right about that. But... it may be that you are different.”

“Different?”

He smiled, “Sometimes we have different impressions of some people. Honestly speaking, yours leaves its mark, Shi Han. You release positive energy that relaxes and makes one feel at home. Apparently, your energy has a powerful effect on him and that makes him shy and clumsy.” Niwa chuckled at the dumbfounded face she had while he was talking, and shoved the sheath with the sword inside into her hands. “Now take this and hand it to him. He lost his previous sword and had asked me to forge another.”

Awakening from her initial astonishment, she tried to speak but he was already on his way.

So she huffed out a laugh and the only thing she said to him was a "thank you!" to which he responded with a shake of his hand.

She hadn't really noticed that he had a sword in his other hand, caught up as she was in the Kabukimono dilemma.

Niwa's confession had left her speechless. So much for the fictional character!

If they had told her that she would hear such a thing from a nonexistent person, she would have laughed in their faces.

Glancing at Kabukimono, she caught him staring at her before returning his eyes to the women who were walking away after the talk ended. She almost chuckled as she walked toward him to fulfill her errand.

“Hi. Here, from Niwa,” she spoke kindly, showing him the weapon he then took from her hands. 

“Thank you,” it was almost a whisper.

“I heard you practice sword dance. It must be difficult.”

“Not very.”

“You put in a lot of effort, though”, she smiled. “This is not to be underestimated. Although I have never seen you dance, I know enough about this.”

He had not responded, he just looked at her. She seriously believed that she was hated at this point and that Niwa's words were just to reassure her.

"Would you like to... watch me?"

That caught her off guard, but she widened her smile, "I would love to!"

She hadn't really expected that! It was a really huge leap of progress!

It certainly had not been easy to ask her to see him dance, but she was really happy about it. And now that she was witnessing that dance, to say that he was talented was an understatement!

The smooth and accurate movements, the relaxed facial features, and the passion-filled eyes with which he performed the poses was nothing short of mesmerizing.

As a backdrop, the trees, the river and the light wind that had risen made it almost magical.

She couldn’t stop looking at him.

He was so immersed in it that he seemed to have forgotten her presence after ending his dance, so she applauded him, catching his attention.

"That was... magnificent. I don't know what else to say.”

His eyes drifted to the sword, playing with its hilt, “I’m honored to be complimented.”

Shi Han was completely taken hostage by the tenderness he had awakened in her, and without thinking about it she had mussed his long hair in an affectionate gesture.

Kabukimono had only blinked in surprise.

"Oh, forgive me!" she pulled away, raising her hands in surrender. "You were so sweet that I moved unintentionally. Please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? I would never!” he quickly shook his head, almost offended by that.

“Oh. I thought… you hated me.”

“Never! I’m just…” now he looked anywhere but at her, what was probably embarrassment invading him. “You are so beautiful and kind…”

She would have had an explosion of diabetes if he had not stopped!

How in the heck was he so, so sweet? He was a precious cinnamon roll!

“So it is not a disturbance if I request to see your dance again?”

“Absolutely not.”

“That’s a relief then. And… thank you for your compliments.”

The response she received was sparkling eyes and a toothy smile.

And the following days Kabukimono had left all shyness behind and kept staying close to her like a child trailing after his mother.

He would smile constantly, seek advice on even the smallest things, ask to pick fruits or just go for a walk together.

A total different character.

You could not look at him and not think of protecting him from any danger.

To think that he would change his personality after that tragic event that he would soon have to endure was really a shame, yet the story had to have footholds to continue.

Every action and reaction was calculated and giving them drastic plot changes could have consisted of inconsistencies in moving forward.

Messing up was not an option.

She was going to enjoy the course of events without a hitch.

And watching Kabukimono had become her favorite pastime; he was so adorable and innocent. Like now as he placed the firewood under the cauldron.

Surely he had noticed her fixed gaze on him, for she could see him playing with the sleeves of his robe.

“Asahi is late.”

She chuckled, “He wants to do it himself, as small as he is it will take him a while. He wants to be useful, like you.”

“He shouldn't tire himself though, since he's not very well.”

“I know, but let him do it. It's really cute to see him so hard-working.”

Asahi, the sick child who would add to Kabukimono's suffering when he would pass away.

He was already ill, that tragedy would take place sooner than later.

Another detail she did not remember at all was his name, because she had not given him one. He was just supposed to be an addition for the character that would become Scaramouche.

But if she dug her heels in over everything, she would start to get headaches, so it was best not to question and just comply.

“Water is here!” the small enthusiastic voice of Asahi caught their attention and they saw him almost trip and tip over the bucket full of water.

“That's too much water, Asahi!” Shi Han burst out laughing, helping him move closer to the fire.

“We still need it!”

“Yes, yes. Pour it slowly or you'll ruin the firewood.”

The teasing, the smiles, the chattering, the caresses. These heart-warming interactions had always fascinated Kabukimono.

Every human feeling and emotion captivated him.

There was something mysterious and inexplicable about the way they worked and manifested themselves.

However, the one who attracted him like a moth to a candle was Shi Han.

The manifestation of her emotions was a subtle but strong trait; the change of them could be sudden or slow.

He often found himself staring at her more than he should, completely invaded by a strange feeling that a puppet should not experience.

He had no heart; it was impossible.

Could it perhaps have been her aura? It was not to be ruled out. The villagers also felt at ease with her and almost considered her family.

“Is something wrong?” Shi Han's gentle voice and her face so close to his made him pull back a little from the sudden entry into his view. “I called you several times. Do you feel strange?”

“Oh, no. It’s just… You seem to feel so much happiness…”

“Are you not happy?” Asahi asked confused.

“I could, if I didn’t have…” Unconsciously, his hand went to his chest. “… a void here.”

“You mean, you wish you had a heart?” He nodded and heard Shi Han sigh, sitting next to him. “Mmh, have you ever heard this story before?” the question gained their attention as the child placed the bowl of food on the floor, “There once was a puppet soldier whose greatest wish was to be with a ballerina doll forever and ever. But the soldier didn’t have a heart and didn’t know where his feeling came from. One day, his owner didn’t want him anymore and threw him away into a fire. But even in the flames, his eyes never left the ballerina.” He smiled, ”The next day, the people found a tiny heart in the ashes left by the fire.”

He exhaled, sadness filling his voice, “Probably ashes in the shape of a heart, but that’s not a real heart.”

“Maybe. But what if…” He tilted his head to the side, “… hearts can be born from ashes?”

That would have changed things, but he was not sure.

“You don’t need a heart,” Shi Han spoke, grabbing his hand and slight sparks orerran his body. “The fact that you worry about being empty and that you might not reciprocate in the same way shows that you feel something.” A tender smile played on her lips, eyes looking at him with affection, “You are able to express emotions without it. You are more human that most people. Am I right, Asahi?”

“She is!” he had almost shouted it while nodding firmly.

Her face lit up, as if he had remembered something, “Oh! Asahi! Your handmade gift!”

The child made the same expression, got up and ran to a wooden box, pulling out a doll.

Kabukimono was quite confused.

After the child had gotten closer, he noticed the details of the object better. It was him. Its hair and clothing were the same as his, and it had what looked like a small tear under its eye.

“I'm aware that it didn't turn out that well, but I still wanted to give you a gift.”

He was at loss of words. He had a knot in his throat and his eyes were stinging.

He grabbed the doll and stared at it, a smile forming on his lips.

“Look, you’re smiling,” Shi Han rubbed his shoulder in a comforting way. “You’re happy, Mono.”

“Mono?”

She sucked the air through her teeth before grinning, “Kabukimono is too long. Mono is better.”

He smiled back, feeling shy again but with a tingling sensation.

He heard Asahi giggling, but a coughing fit struck him, bringing Shi Han to stroke his back and him to look at him worriedly.

“Everything is fine, just coughing.”

“You should still get back into bed. I’ll accompany you.”

He followed them with his gaze until they vanished into the other room and went back with his eyes on the doll. He touched its hair, its trim and stitching.

A gift made with affection.

A goal he did not think he could achieve. He thought people would not consider him; lacking a heart he might not feel empathy, or understand certain actions dictated by certain feelings. Consequently, causing estrangements on their part.

Yet they were friendly, loving, and hospitable. They treated him like a son, an older or younger brother, a friend. He felt loved and always wanted to be loved.

And very much loved by Shi Han.

It had become a permanent fixture. He did not want to do anything that could lead her to be bothered by his presence; he wanted to be praised.

More and more.

She had become the first person he spoke to as soon as the sun came out. A strong force continually pushed him toward her. And he did not mind.

Just being near her gave him warmth and love. He could sense it.

Like now, as the sound of the flowing river was heard, sitting at its bank and looking at the night sky.

It was better to say that he was watching her admire the stars.

“I love this view. I've never seen so many stars light up the night.”

“Where you come from there aren't many?”

She shook her head, “No. Let's just say they've… dimmed over time.”

“You will see them often by staying here then.”

She had opened her mouth, but had not spoken. This jolted him slightly and he began to feel a squeeze in his chest at that nonverbal response.

“Are you… leaving?”

Shi Han had definitely noticed the sudden change in mood, because she was hesitating, but she eventually nodded.

“I’m traveling, so… I’m moving all the time.” He turned his head to the other side and pulled his knees to his chest. “I also have to stay with my family. They definitely miss me. But this doesn’t me- wait, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”

Hearing her concerned voice gave him a sense of victory.

First she would sneak in and then decide to leave without thinking about what she had left behind? Without thinking about how he would feel? Was she really going to leave him? Why?

He didn't want to!

Her hand moved his shoulder slightly so she could look at him, but he resisted. He heard her calling him, but he did not answer.

He felt betrayed.

“Mono, please, listen to me!”

“I am.”

“You aren’t. You didn't hear a word I said because you’re still like this.”

He stood up abruptly and looked at her, taking steps back before halting and showing her bag in his hand.

Shi Han had widened her eyes, taken aback and confused by his action.

“Speak the truth. It has to do with that object you always carry in here with you, doesn't it? The way you take care of that thing has always intrigued me. You never show it to anyone, you keep it hidden and you seem obsessed with it.”

She let out a long sigh with her eyes closed, sensing the situation getting out of hand.

She was probably thinking that she would never have thought of such an overreaction on his part and that she didn't even know how they had gotten to this point.

He didn't know either. All he knew was that a trigger had been set off.

“It is because it’s an important object for me. It has an emotional value. It’s a gift.” She explained in a soft voice and stretched out her hands, “Come here, I’ll show you.”

He kept looking at her, stalling for a while until he gave up.

Shi Han reached into the bag and pulled out the object.

"Bring this behind your head," she had lifted that thing above her head and brought with one hand what looked like a strange rope behind it. “Then this to the front,” the large part went in front of her eyes. “And press the button on the left side,” her finger stayed on that specified spot but didn’t press down. “That’s it. But since I break a lot of things, and you know that, I don't use it much to avoid breaking it.” She took it off and smiled at him before putting that thing back in the bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Sorry if I startled you. I was going to talk to everybody about it these days. And I was telling you earlier that I would come back to visit anyway, and we may as well write to each other.”

He lowered his head, distress overtaking him.

Of course there were these options, but they were not like having her by his side all the time.

It was different.

“But I will not see you every day.” his voice had come out hoarse, as if he were tearing up.

“You can travel with me. And we can take Asahi with us, too. If you want, we can ask Niwa as well. I don't know if he would agree to travel, but it doesn't hurt to try.” He raised his head, stunned by the proposal. Shi Han cupped his cheeks, her fingers wiping away tears he did not know were coming out, “There, there, stop crying. Have you calmed down? Do you like my idea? No more sadness?”

He nodded, inhaling a deep breath to cool down.

This myriad of emotions were making him dizzy. And what she did next almost caused him to lose strength in his legs.

She giggled, tousled his hair and rested her lips on his forehead. After that, she hugged him. His face leaning against the crook of her neck, warm and soft skin touching.

“You’re such a good boy.”

Her fingers run through his hair, stroking gently and slowly.

He couldn’t think straight. He was over the moon.

He hugged back, tightening his grip as much as he could without hurting her.

It was like being wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, comfort and fondness. Safe from any danger, feeling special, and have no negative thoughts.

She was the last piece to complete his wish.

Like it was your home.

It felt like home.

He had attained peace. A feeling so wonderful that he wished it would last for eternity.

But against his every thought and will, that newly completed paradise was gone.

Black smoke had begun to surround them, and the villagers began to get sick. They were getting worse and worse, and no one knew how the heck to stop the disease.

And they were dying. They were dying and dying one by one. A chain reaction that had spread terror and despair. And the helplessness about the situation didn’t help.

Hence, he decided to ask for help from the one who had created him, the Electro Archon herself.

He did not want to leave Shi Han, Asahi and Niwa alone, but he had to do something.

When he arrived in Inazuma, no one would let him in to have an audience with the Archon. With tears in his eyes and desperation clouding his senses, he did not for a single moment stop asking about his creator, displaying the golden feather around his neck, left by her in his hands.

Even though Yae Miko appeared in Ei's place, he begged to save the villagers, on his knees, his hands grasping her clothes. Shepromised help, and he believed her.

After returning to Tatarasuna, he saw Shi Han standing outside the house in the distance.

“Shi Han! The shogunate will come here! Let’s inform Niwa and-“

Now close by, he could notice Shi Han's dull eyes and bare feet. A bad omen took hold of him and he ran toward Asahi's bedroom.

When he saw him, Asahi seemed to be asleep.

Deeply asleep.

He had a lump in his throat, his hands began to shake.

That was a joke, wasn’t it? Asahi was definitely joking. It was not the best moment to do that, but he was playing around.

For sure.

“Asahi, it’s not good time to play. You need to wake up. The… The shogunate is coming and…”

One touch and he suddenly pulled his hand away, as if electrocuted.

Asahi was cold to the touch. Too cold.

No. No! No! No! Please, no!

Why? Why was all this happening? What had they done wrong to undergo such a thing?

The child’s words crossed his mind and he smiled through the tears.

He was here. Asahi was still here. His heart was still here.

And without a second thought, the flames enveloped both him and the house. He waited, waited until he could see it, but there was nothing there.

No heart from the ashes but anger and sadness made an appearance.

He clenched his hands into fists, tears that would not stop falling, “How dare you die like this, and break your promise to me?” He sneered, “What a joke… It’s just ashes, nothing left but ashes.”

He lifted his head up, a deep sigh leaving him. He stayed like that for a while before walking out.

He still had his Shi Han. He needed her hugs and sweet words.

He needer her.

However, he did not expect to see her with that black object on her head, her hands still on each side of it.

Hesitantly, he spoke, “Shi Han?”

Their eyes met, and what hers conveyed made him even more desperate.

“What… are you doing?”

Shi Han gulped, lips quivering and voice shaking, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

It was too much.

Tragedy was to come, but she did not imagine it so suddenly. She had not even had time to breathe. It was all going too fast, and witnessing it firsthand had never been in her plans. To see the life of someone you spend time with vanish before her eyes without being able to do anything to stop it was the most deplorable torture there was.

Waking up from the catatonic state with the smell of smoke from the flames Kabukimono had started burning the house in which she had memories was another pain.

She could not take it.

It was all too realistic; she did not even believe she was in her own game anymore. Maybe she was and there had been mistakes during the data transfer.

She didn’t care anymore. She wanted to get the fuck out.

If she had entered in the game with the VR, she could as well come out of it.

Fear was dominating her and she didn’t give a shit about anything or anybody else. She couldn’t.

She was doing what was right for her sanity. And she also felt so bad for that.

“What are you saying? I… I don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t stay here any longer.”

“Wait, wait! What do you mean? What are you trying to say? Where are you going? Where-“

Adjusting her VR, she pressed the button and everything was reduced into a spiral of colors. Seeing the familiar white room again, she collapsed on the floor, relief taking over her senses. Hearing her friends' and co-fonders’ voice put a definite end to that long moment.

But for Kabukomono had been an istant. A light and then nothing. She was gone.

His Shi Han was gone.

Where? Where had she gone? What had she done to make herself disappear? And why? So was it a lie? She did want to leave him?!

His head hammered incessantly, it felt like needles penetrating and pushing deep. His pupils constricted, a silent scream leaving his body, his hands clutching his head to try to stop the pain.

It hurt. It was unberable.

“Shi Han! Shi Han!” he sobbed. “Don’t go! Come back! Why are you doing this?! Please! Please, don’t leave me! Shi Han, please! Don’t leave me!”

Shi Han exhaled, almost running out of air. After regaining oxygen, she sat on the edge of the bed and a sigh of relief left her lips.

She was in her room, probably after she fell asleep and was brought in.

That was terrifying.

Dreaming of those events was not really something she expected. She had had nightmares after returning from here, but they had faded after a few months.

Guilt was kicking in again.

She needed a glass of fresh water for her dry throat.

Movements alerted her and she got up, spotting Hikaru under the moonbeams picking up her bag and placing it on the chair.

“Oh, it’s you. Was it you who brought me here?”

“Did you think it was someone else?”

“I… never thought you would do that,” she giggled. “but thank you.”

He just hummed, “Your bag fell and this thing slipped,” he lifted one of his hand to show her VR, the other one on his hip. “Nothing broken, you can rest assured.”

She let out a sigh of relief, “Ah, thank God- Archons. It’s a precious item for me.”

She walked over, checking that nothing was really broken, and put it back in the bag, then holding the latter to herself and returning to the bed to place it on the nightstand.

She wanted to hit herself because she had almost made a stupid mistake. Here they were not thanking God but the Archons.

It had never happened before, but the air was imbued with something strange.

It was heavy, tense.

“Is something wrong? You look nervous, Shi Han.”

“Oh, it’s al-“

Her heart skipped a beat, turning pale. She turned around to look at him, searching for something in his eyes that suggested she had heard wrong.

She had certainly heard him wrong. A trick of her ears. He didn’t know her real name.

“What…?” it was almost inaudible and she saw him tilt his head to the side. “Oh, sorry, Hikaru. I thought- nothing, don’t worry,” she shook her head and gesticulated with her hands. “I really should sleep.”

“Hikaru was the best name you could have chosen. I really had an enlightenment in my life.” One step forward, one more, another, as he continued, “But giving it to me through the Traveler was not necessary. I would rather you had given it to me in person.”

He was there, close to her. Too close. She was petrified.

His irises seemed to glow in the dark. Threatening, smothering.

She did not know how or when, but she felt pressure on her arm, was pulled to the side, and the sound of something being broken echoed the room.

Her eyes settled on the nightstand, where her bag was no longer. Her lips began to tremble, her face to distort with fear, and her breathing became labored.

His foot was still on top of it, the VR inside shredded.

He knew. He knew her real name, about her.

Fuck! Fuck!

How was this possibile? How did he find out?! Did her presence really lead to this? She had been careful, avoiding anything that might spoil the plan. Really!

Realization kicked in and she stared at him, while his eyes had never left her and had watched her every facial change.

“You used my VR!”

“Is that what it is called? It is certainly a wonderful invention.” With his hand still holding her arm, he drew her to him, chests touching and faces a short distan apart. “It made me see your world. Our past.” She could feel his breath against her lips. “You don't know... how painful it was after you left me. Asahi, Niwa, you. I saw the darkness, and called your names. Yours especially.” His other arm went around her waist, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, ”I wanted your hugs, your caresses, your reassuring words. You were my support, my fixed thought. But after a while, I began to forget you, only you. Probably because you are connected to my world and can manipulate a few things. And I bet the stars and the sky are part of it, aren't they?”

She gulped, trying to push him away, but she couldn’t.

It was happening too fast, she couldn’t react. Her head was spinning, her pupils shaking.

“But I’m also aware of how what happened has worn you down. You tried to make things better, giving me a new rebirth.” He gave her a knowing lopsided smile, a sinister glint in his eyes, “Everything is okay, honey. Your suffering is coming to an end. You will be reborn with a new you. I promise.”

A flashback of her stroking his hair and humming a melody while he was in a coma popped into her mind. He had recited the same words she had said.

He had heard it all.

“I'm sure you didn't do it all by yourself. Someone helped you. But even knowing the current situation, Lesser Lord Kusanali did not act on it. I assume that no one can do anything if you are involved.” His hand left her arm, which fell dead weight, and moved towards her chin, cupping it, “Am I right, Clara?”

She coudn’t breathe.

Demanding, controlling, out of his mind.

“Am I right?”

She breathed out, “Yes.”

“It means no one can meddle between us. Is that correct again?”

“... Yes.”

His face lit up, a smile making her skin crawl.

He giggled, caressing her cheek. He placed his lips on her forehead, before cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

She was squeezing her eyes, paralyzed.

He nipped at her lip, causing her to flinch and taking advantage of this, he swept his tongue between her lips, tangling and tinkling their tongues together.   

He broke the kiss, staring at her with eyes filled with confirmed madness.

And hugged her. Her face against the crook of his neck.

“You’re such a good girl.”

The paradox was paralytic and finding a way out erased.

She realized that she had taken Nahida's words lightly.

But what could she have known? How could she have known that he would behave this way? These were not excuses! She could not have foreseen this!

But unconsciously she had believed that she would not arouse suspicion. Foolishly she had gotten too close.

And she had brought disaster with her.

Memories had surfaced that should not be there.

An unwanted insight into something that should not have been there.

He was so attached to her that his affection had transcended time and space, outclassing that betrayal and seeing the positive side of her redemption toward him that would also be projected onto her game, having a close connection between parallel and video game realities.

But she was the culprit. She had decided to test the waters by prolonging her stay in a place that was beginning to seem strange to her.

And she was paying the consequences. Willy-nilly.

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[diyahatnight]

💵 Rich love!

famous people in a nutshell | Scaramouch x gn reader!

Modern AU

Summary ||: You are a model, modeling for Jean’s model agency, when you do a collaboration with EI’s Model angency the mother of your favorite purple haired boy

Pairings ||: Model Scaramouche x Model gn! Reader +other small ships

Notes from author ||: Ive been seeing people do things like this so i’ve decided to give it a go! Scaracoochie has been a trending character for a while now so he’s gonna be the main lover. I’m going to try my best to be inclusive because i’m so used to writing MLF. But just for you guys I will start writing MLGN or FLGN. If you’d like to add more to the plot of this smau just let me know in ask.

Genre ||: Romance? Realizing your feelings.

ongoing

Warnings ||: Fluff, mentions of sex, and selling nudes. Really close relationships with friends.

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Act l - I must be going crazy?

01. Get that bag

02. Starting an only fans

03. C is for cute

04. Look at these 0’s

05. Going on blind dates

06. Dating a fan

07. You think i’m cute?

08. Becoming a streamer

09. Rich and Famous

10. Dating (not a official yet?)

11. Broke

Act ll - maybe meant to be?

12. coming not soon

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[kurolumiis]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

featuring — xiao, scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, luma (oc)

summary — luma’s needy and wants attention of their boyfriend, who’s focused on something else.

warnings — xiao, scaramouche, kazuha, & heizou x oc (separate), smut written by a minor, suggestive scenes, xiao and scara are a bit mean, heizou is a tease, needy luma, non-binary!oc with female attributes

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

xiao’s bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he steadily focused on his first person shooter. luma came up to him, sitting in his lap. “xiaooo, give me attention baby,” they cooed, knowing he couldn’t resist the pet names they called him.

“not right now,” he huffed to luma’s shock. “but xiao—” “be quiet, or i won’t do anything at all,” he cut them off. luma wrapped their arms around him, pulling him close.

xiao paid no mind to their pleas and continued playing his game, cursing occasionally. his curses made luma’s cunt wetter by the second. they needed him inside.

they began grinding on his lap, whimpering softly into his neck. he hissed, ordering them to stop. “noo, need you,” they whined, feeling him harden underneath them.

“such a fucking brat,” he scoffed as he lost the round. he tossed his controller and headphones on the table. immediately slipping his hand under their skirt and feeling their panties, pressing the pads of his fingers on their clit.

they tried grinding on his fingers but his other hand kept a grip on their waist. he clasped their chin and pulled them into a passionate kiss.

they moaned shamelessly, feeling him brush their panties to the side. their eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. two fingers dove in their pussy, soon to be three.

“xiao!” they whimpered, not bothering to hide their neediness. they grinded themselves on his fingers. “such a needy slut—getting off on my fingers alone,” xiao said harshly.

they whimpered his name again, eyes tearing up at the degration. “don’t cry baby, you know i love you,” he said, smirking. he kissed their tears away, making their face flush.

“i’m..i’m cumming!” they exclaimed, feeling themselves cream all over xiao’s fingers. he brought them to his lips and slipping past them. luma’s eyes widened at the lewd act.

“you’re so cute,” he muttered to himself. “i hope you know what’s coming to you for disrupting my game.”

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

“scara, want you,” luma whined, pouting. their arms were wrapped around his neck as he read peacefully. only to be disturbed by his lover.

“quit it,” he snapped, trying to read his novel. “scara,” they said, cupping his face to have him look at them. he had an angry look on his face.

he closed his book, placing it on the coffee table. suddenly, he pushed them down on the sofa. his hands were beside their head as he breathed heavily.

scaramouche didn’t even realize their outfit until now—a tank top and a pair of loose shorts. their nipples poked through the thin fabric of the shirt.

he yanked their shorts down, tossing them elsewhere. pressing his fingers against their clothed clit, luma let out a soft sigh. he knew what they wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to them.

instead, he thrusted two fingers in their pussy after pulling their panties to the side. “so wet, you really needed me, huh?” he asked cockily, thrusting faster.

“mmph! scara!” they whimpered and whined. “what made you decide it was a good idea to disrupt my reading time? how much of a slut are you?” he chuckled, earning a whimper and pout from luma.

“yours, only yours,” they said confidently. this made his eyes widen, but quickly hid it.

“damn right.”

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

luma knew better, they should’ve just gotten off on their own. but they craved their boyfriend’s cock. so, they entered his room, ready to fuck him.

what they didn’t realize was how busy kazuha was with his haiku. he needed to meet the deadline soon and was rushing. he was a little stressed out, to say the least.

“kazu.” they gave him a pouty look and irresistible eyes. “what is it, love?” he asked, still focused on his haiku.

“i need you, baby.” they used a pet name they didn’t usually use, making his heart swoon. “later, my dear. i’m almost finished,” he explained, earning a soft groan from luma.

they decided, fuck it, crawling onto the bed and straddling kazuha. “please love, i need to work,” he urged, placing a hand on their hip.

“but kazu.” “luma,” he said sternly. they frowned at him, looking to the side. they began peppering kisses on his neck, grinding on him slowly.

“ah! always such a tease,” kazuha exasperated, hissing. luma continued kissing and leaving marks on his neck, letting everyone know exactly who he belonged to.

what always made kazuha weak was their love bites, hissing softly when they nibbled on his neck. “love, don’t—do that,” he stuttered.

he could feel his bulge press against luma’s pussy, realizing their panties were dampened. they were so fucking needy for him, making his cock twitch.

“okay love,” he placed his pen and paper down, “you have my attention.”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

“what are you doing?” luma asked, entering heizou’s office. “just looking over some papers from a recent case. i’ll be done in a while,” he explained, not bothering to look at them.

luma approached their lover, massaging their hands through his hair. “you’ve done so much already, pay attention to me,” they told him bluntly.

he didn’t reply, earning a scoff from luma. how interesting could this case be that it’d be enough to ignore them? tilting their head, they leaned down so their mouth hovered beside his ear.

“i need you, baby,” luma whispered, breath fanning against heizou’s ear. he had them on his lap in a flash. “my baby needs attention, hm?” he cooed, rubbing their waist.

“need it now,” they confirmed, nodding slightly. they were adorable. usually, luma was someone who’s headstrong, someone who can take care of their problems on their own. but they needed and craved their boyfriend’s cock.

they disrupted his work, however. meaning he wouldn’t give them what they wanted. only tease them until they’re sobbing his name and begging for his cock.

“ride my thigh,” he instructed, causing luma to grind quickly against him. heizou watched in amusement as luma eagerly rode his thigh, needing to reach their orgasm.

soft pants and moans slipped past luma’s lips as they leaned against his shoulder. “ ‘m close,” they whispered. “go ahead, baby.”

they let out an erotic moan that made heizou’s boner grow bigger as they came, creaming all over their panties.

“heizou, let me ride your cock.” they weren’t embarrassed, just wanting their needs met. “you broke the rules—interrupting me while i’m at work. behave and maybe i’ll let you ride my fingers.”

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[inactive3x3]

"why do you love me ?"

-> prompt: when you ask scara why he loves you during a late night talk, he gives you an answer that you were and weren't expecting

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: slightly suggestive, kind of sappy, has some of his backstory, soft!scaramouche

-> character: scaramouche/wanderer

-> pronouns: none

he gently moved a hair out of your face, eyes admiring your figure that lay bare beneath the sheets. his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, thumb gently touching the skin below your eyes, before he moved it to tug the sheets higher so it covered both of your bodies. after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he was about to fall asleep until he heard you ask a very simple yet complex question.

"why do you love me?"

his eyes snapped open as if he had gotten shot, violet-blue hues giving you a soft and confused gaze. your gaze was equally as soft, yet held a certain element of curiosity and playfulness behind them.

"do i need a reason?"

you shrugged, playing with the blanket, "i dunno. im just wondering."

"if you really need an answer," he said, taking hold of your hand. "i love you because i love you."

you bursted into a small giggle fit, "what kind of answer is that?"

"an honest one," he snorted. "what were you expecting? i've already told you, i'm a blunt person."

he rolled his eyes at you and flipped over, letting go of your hand. it made you slightly sad even though you knew why he avoided those types of questions. even now, he had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he felt internally, and emotionally you knew he struggled. you understood why he was like this, so instead you decided just dropped the question.

"sorry," you apologized. "that was a dumb ques-"

"i can't put these emotions into comprehensible words, but you and i are true to ourselves and each other." he flipped back over, facing you with an unexplainable loving look in his eyes. a serious look was on his face. "you're my light, and even though you lead me to all these horrible places and situations-"

you giggled slightly, making his lips turn into a full blown smile and place a hand on your cheek to refocus you.

"i follow you like a moth drawn to flame. the moments we share with each other in my eyes are so valuable that i'd give my life to cherish and preserve them. that's the best way i can describe it. how's that?"

"i… your answer makes me feel so happy."

"now it's your turn, why do you love me?"

truth betold, he was very eager and curious to hear your answer. it had been gnawing at him for a very long time. over the years, he was told that he was so cold and ruthless, malevolent and twisted with an attitude and blunt way with words. everyone always used to poke at him, "how could someone stand you?" "with that attitude, there's no one who could put up with you!"

"well," you hummed, and searched for words, nuzzling your cheek into his hand lovingly. "it's because you're you. i love you because you're you."

he had already done so much in the past, "how could you love me when you don't even know half of the atrocities that i've committed?"

"i'm not saying that those never happened," you reasoned. "but, do you regret them?"

"yes." he didn't even have to think.

"have you atoned for them and accepted that what you did was wrong?"

"yes... how is this important to the question i gave you?"

"then that already makes you a better person than you were when you committed those 'atrocities'."

he went quiet for a second, looking away from you. it made you nervous, did you take it a step too far? but, he looked back at you, then a small smile took over his lips. "i don't deserve you."

"you do," you said, pulling him in for a hug. you could feel his arms wrap around your back, his fingertips cool against your back. "i love you."

"...i love you too."

#scaramouche x oc #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x oc #kunikuzushi

[eternadreeblissa]

#archivedart #ava rosamaryllis #Scaramouche #Wanderer #scaramouche x reader #Scaramouche x OC #Wanderer x reader #Wanderer x OC #genshin impact

[v3lv3tf0x]

Yoo Hoo~! Anybody home? Aha! Someone is(nt)! Anywho, i (DEMAND) want a request.. Of Scaramouche x my oc?? Can you do it? Hetes a desc of my oc:

OC:

Blue mixed with Light green hair

Short to Med hair

120cm

An outfiy kind of like this? But add ruffles.

She has cyro and is like weak asf and is always like "Scaraaa! I need help right now!" kind of like a bratty behavior but when scara gets like serious serious she just behaves.

Genre: sfw at beginning and nsfw to mid-end

Max length: 1-2.5k words... I feel greedy for that lol >D

Scara is kind of like a brat tamer y'knoww? Like he got back from his fatui mission but i dont know abt it, and hes utterly tired and im just like being a brat so he like tames us? Petnames are your choice.

Finally got to this! You didn't mention her name so I improvised, I hope that's alright. Here you go, though, I hope you like it!

Scaramouche was exhausted from his most recent mission, despite how much enjoyment he got from tormenting the inferior idiots. When he got home, he wanted to bathe and rest. A God should not be dirty. But (name) refused to let him do so. She was unaware of his mission- he refused to tell her what he did- but it was getting on his nerves.

     “Scara, c’mon! I just wanna spar! I’m getting better, I swear-!” (name) whined, grabbing his arm. Scaramouche scoffed, yanking his arm away.

     “Later, (name), I’m tired,” he snapped, trying to head to the washroom, rolling his eyes in exasperation when (name) grabbed him again.

     “Puh-lease, Scara! I won’t ask for a while after! Please, please!” She was bouncing on her toes, making her skirt twirl around her.

     “Fine.” Scaramouche pushed her aside, storming into the courtyard and readying himself. “Show me what you’ve learned, then.” (name) pulled out her spear, ice particles sparkling at the tip before she suddenly slammed it into the ground, sending ice spikes rushing towards Scaramouche. He startled, barely having enough time to jump to the side to avoid being skewered. Huh. (name) really had been practicing. A smirk made its way onto his face as he looked over at his darling.

     “Well, well. Look at you,” he purred, grinning. (name) giggled, twirling her spear around.

     “Told you I learned!” She called up before holding the spear out in front of her, feet planted firmly in the dirt. Scaramouche nodded once before sending a bolt of electricity down towards her, which she parried with stunning accuracy. They traded blows, parrying and dodging, cryo and electro clashing sending snowflakes sprinkling to the warm ground, making the courtyard muddy. Sacaramouche, for the most part, stayed up on the pillars, whereas (name) floundered in the mud. Nearing the end of their sparring session, she kept slipping. Scaramouche took advantage of this fact and quickly sent a barrage of electricity at her, making the poor girl fall flat on her back. He then landed above her, effectively pinning her to to ground with a sneer on his face.

     “You’ve gotten better, yeah, but you’re not good.” He scoffed. (name) pouted up at him.

     “You’re such a bully! I am good!” She pushed him back, sending him sprawling into the mud. He made a decidedly unGodly noise as mud splattered on him as he hit the ground. (name) burst into a fit of laughter, grabbing a fistful of mud and throwing it at him. It landed with a wet splat right in the center of his chest. He gave her an icy glare before throwing mud back at her, which she dodged far too easily. 

     “This is stupid. We’re not children,” He huffed, standing up and trying to wipe his hands off.

     “It’s fun!” (name) protested as Scaramouche began to head back inside. He ignored her, kicking his shoes off and heading to the bathroom.

     “Hurry up if you want to bathe together,” He called unceremoniously. (name) scrambled after him, following him into the large bathroom. Scaramouche turned on the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before pulling off his mud-soaked clothes and tossing them in a pile. (name) followed suit, stripping before quickly stepping into the warm spray. The water quickly turned brown at their feet when Scaramouche pushed her head under the water to rinse her hair, ignoring her shrieks of protest.

     “It’s in my eyes, it’s in my eyes!” (name) cried, trying to pry his hand off of her neck.

     “Close them.” Scaramouche continued to hold her under the water with an eye roll, knowing she was being over-dramatic. With a defeated sigh, (name) stopped struggling and let him hold her under the water until it ran clean. Scaramouche let her go and (name) blinked at him with pathetically big eyes.

     “You’re so mean,” she sighed pitifully, watching him chuckle, his eyes raking over her figure.

     “I’m sorry, darling,” he purred. “But you did this yourself. I think you should make it up to me.” His hand trailed from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder. (name) blushed, shivering lightly at his touch and the way his gaze darkened.

     “I thought you were so tired,” she teased, trying not to notice the way the water dripped down his toned body. Scaramouche chuckled again, this time with the promise of something else.

     “Well, now you’ve gotten me all worked up,” Scarmaouche scolded, his touche trailing further down and brushing (name)’s breast before his whole hand engulfed it and he squeezed. (name) let out a choked breath, grabbing onto Scaramouche’s shoulders to steady herself. His other hand came up and repeated the motion on her right breast and she let out another breath.

     “On your knees,” Scaramouche said. “Wanna fuck your throat.”

     “What if I don’t want to?” (name) raised a brow, giving Scaramouche a challenging look. Scaramouche sneered.

     “How cute.” He pushed her down in the tub, grabbing her arm to make sure she didn't slip. “Do what I say, brat, and maybe I’ll be nice.” (name) flushed red and nodded quickly, pushing her breasts together and blinking up at Scaramouche through her lashes with a small smile, tongue poking out of her mouth to taunt him further. He sneered down at her, fisting her hair and yanking her head back, causing her mouth to fall open.

     “Be good and take it, hmm?”

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[scarasbaby]

A little something I thought of🤷‍♀️ has my oc's name be can be read as a scara x reader??

The bed was a mess of tangled limbs, the sun shining through the curtains as the two cuddled up together to warm up during this unusually cold morning.

Shinua stirred awake, burying her face against the wanderer's chest, her ears brushing against his face, making his nose scrunch up a bit before relaxing again. She looks up at him, admiring how peaceful he looks while asleep since he always seems to be on guard when awake. She let's out a content sigh before resting her face against his chest again, her arms tightening around him just a tiny bit more.

She was about to fall back to sleep when he shuffled a bit, his eyes fluttering open to adjust to the light that's coming from the window. "good morning" she calls out softly a hand moving up to gently play with the hair at the back of his neck, her thumb lightly caressing the mark at the back of his neck. He humms at the action, nuzzling his face into her hair and mumbling back. "morning.."

She chuckles, shuffling up a little to be at eye level with him, nuzzling her nose against his while letting out a soft purr. He closes his eyes and lets out a long breath, his arms pulling her closer until her body is completely pressed up against his, letting out another content hum as he nuzzles her back.

"what're you so happy about so early in the morning?" he asks quietly, his hand reaching up to gently rub and stroke her eras, making her purr a bit louder, her tail wrapping around his waist to make sure they're as close as physically possible.

"i don't know" she mutters softly, pressing a few kisses to his cheeks then nuzzling his nose again. He hums again, looking down at at her for a few moments. She chuckles and cups his cheek. "what're you staring at my dear wanderer?" she chuckles, amused at how dazed he looks staring at her like that.

"I'm admiring my pretty partner, is that not allowed?" he mutters, closing his eyes and leaning down to rest his forehead against her collarbone, feeling the vibration of her purrs against his brows.

Her hand moves from his face to run through his hair, pulling him closer against her chest. "Of course it is" she says with a quiet chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.He melts in her hold, his whole body relaxing further against his as he lets out a sigh, nuzzling into her chest more and pressing a kiss between her collarbones.

"you're unusually clingy this morning, is there a special occasion today?" her hand tugs just the slightest bit on his hair, chuckling when he presses his face against her chest more. "Do I need an occasion to love you?" he grumbles, lifting his face to look at her.

"I guess not.." she smiles, her hand gently running through his hair as she buries her face in it. She shivers when she feels his hands sneaking their way under her shirt, softly caressing her sides "what're you doing?" she asks with a smirk, pulling away from his hair to look at him "my hands are cold, I'm just warming them up" he too pulls away to look at her, raising an eyebrow as a small smirk forms on his face "is there a problem with that love?"

She chuckles and leans down to capture his lips in a soft kiss "you're annoying.." she mutters against his lips before kissing him again.He melts into the kiss, pushing her onto her back gently to hover over her, pinning her to the bed without breaking the kiss.

"kuni-" she pulls away only for him to chase her lips again, not giving her a chance to catch her breath as his hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss while her hands grip the back of his shirt.She squirms under him until she's able to flip them over, pinning him down and finally pulling away from the kiss "you little shit.." she breaths out, panting from how long he held her in the kiss.

He looked up at her with a smirk, completely unfazed by the long kiss like she was. "you might not need to breath, but I do.." she chuckles breathlessly, resting her head down on his chest as she catches her breath.

"breathing is overrated" shinua rolls her eyes at him, resting her face against his neck as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I wanna hear you say that after I die due to the lack of air" she chuckles, yelping when he pinches her side. "don't joke about that.." he says sternly.

She huffs and presses a kiss to his throat, "you're the one who started it.." she mutters softly while rolling onto her side, pressing herself against his side with her arms hugging him closer "I'm sorry.." She mumbles softly, smiling when she feels his arms tighten around her.

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[prasiddhibirb]

Heyyy!! I just wanted to ask for more Scaramouche hcs since the one you made was so prettyy 😫😫❤️❤️

A hcs like... Scaramouche finds y/n crying because she hates her looks (for any reason idk)

Scaramouche with an s/o who hates how they look

Author’s note(s): hello, thank you so much for the compliment and requesting! ^^ this was done kinda quickly but this idea is so good?? Like it’s something that people actively struggle with and I feel like people should know that looks don’t define who you are, thanks for requesting again! Warning(s): none

SCARAMOUCHE discovered this by staring at you for an oddly amount of time until you snapped at him

When you finally explained to him, he was..confused

he didn’t understand why you were so insecure about it.

SCARAMOUCHE didn’t care about your looks so why are you so insecure? He should be the only one that matters to you.

Yet, he still brushed it off as ‘just something insignificant’ or other times ‘just overreacting and being dramatic’.

that’s until, he finds you crying in front of a mirror in the bathroom

that’s when SCARAMOUCHE knew that this was something that you actively struggled with and he hates himself for not noticing sooner

SCARAMOUCHE probably threw out all of your makeup or anything related to it already

I do see him giving you advice and being more comforting. But you’d always have to make the first move (his ego prevents him from making the first move ╥﹏╥)

SCARAMOUCHE will compliment you very scarcely from now on, so that it won’t get overused and make it feel fake.

he will compliment you when you least expect it and will try and make his compliment specific instead of a vague ‘you are so beautiful’, especially since you deserve much better than some overused compliments like that

SCARAMOUCHE doesn’t care about your looks, as long as you are here with him, is he at peace. <3

please follow me if you enjoy my works, it means a lot to me ♥️ Thank you for reading.

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[kissentz]

here is my sketch dumb with new oc. i used to have this attitude that i can't draw oc x canon arts until i've done all the concepts with the new oc. now, knowing how long it takes me to do all concepts, i don't give a fuck and i'm too eager to pour my hypperfication out somewhere

spit on perfectionism, kids. unhealthy perfectionism is the main enemy of creativity because it makes it lose its silly or funny charm

#💋:oc x canon arts #op #chow #jackie chan adventures #percival c mcleach #mcleach #percival mcleach #rameses #prince of egypt #scaramouche #scaramouche x oc #oc x canon

[niiine]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

Character(s). Wanderer (Scaramouche)

Synopsis. Wanderer's voice lines (omg talk about redundancy) as your slow burn love story.

Fluff, comfort, CLICHE! CLICHE! CLICHE!

Mentions of Scara being taller than the reader. F! reader (because this is safer. I keep messing up gn reader fics because I always put her or any fem pronouns.)

Surely you don't expect me to proofread, right?

Not all of his voice lines are included, only the few where I can write something I enjoy BUT STILL WHY IS THIS SO LONG? Might do Xiao next but idk.

Babygirl Xiao ver.

NAMES

The first time you met was when lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to the wanderer as his temporary companion. Something the latter deemed unnecessary as he will be staying under the Dendro Archon's supervision for a while.

It would be nice to have someone to talk to aside from me. The archon mused before leaving the two of you, saying something about discussing a few things with the traveller.

Your eyes travelled towards the lad in front of you, slender figure towering over yours. And his eyes— you couldn't point a finger at the emotions blaring through it, He's scary.

You inquire about his name, trying to start a proper conversation that may make him feel comfortable. But then all he did is stare at you for a good three seconds before clicking his tongue and walks away.

Talk about manners.

A bit irked by his actions, you followed through his steps before yanking his sleeves, "I asked what's your name"

The irritation in your voice and your bold actions amused the lad, if Kusanali thinks it's a good thing to have another companion, then surely she'll not complain if he enjoys himself a little, right?

"I've gone by many names throughout my life—" you noticed how he paused, and a flash of misery waved in his indigo orbs "But you can call me anything you want. Just don't disappoint me by your choices"

It took you days to decide, until you learned from the traveler that he was referred to as SCARAMOUCHE before things happen.

When you told the lad that it is what you plan on addressing him as, he refused right away. But your words struck something in him and somehow, he's glad it is what you've decided to.

"You've had so many unwanted things that relates to this name, and I want to turn it around."

SMALL TALKS

He always looks at you with bored eyes and crossed arms before turning his back at your every attempt to spark little chat.

And when I say every time, it means every time. Your first few days accompanying the lad were just awkward with him denying you any form of conversation.

But don't get me wrong, as much frustration it gave you, the wanderer is enjoying it. How your nose scrunch up, vivid annoyance, etc. He's loving how much entertainment you're giving him.

You've caught up to this, you really do. But you just want to feel the satisfaction of making him talk. Besides, how are you gonna comply to your archon's wishes if you can't talk to him?

That is until you stumbled unto the man in question sleeping. His face drawn in between fear and resentment as his chest heaved heavily, a drop of tears adorns his visage— A nightmare.

You shake the man awake, saving him from further heartbreak the dreamland is serving him.

And when he opened his eyes to look at you—archon's, when he looked at you. The steel emotions are gone, it doesn't looks like he's intimidating or anything alike.

To you, Scaramouche looks like a love deprived child.

His eyes flashed pain and exhaustion boring holes onto yours before he regained composure, the usual wanderer now back.

Yet you noticed how his hands still tremble, so you took it in yours, him wincing in the process. "What are your doing?"

"I don't know, but I'm here" you really don't, yet as he laid his head on your shoulders, shushing you as he do so, you know you're doing something good.

"Don't speak. It's aggravating when you try not to be awkward with silence"

ATTACHMENTS

If he weren't so pretty, you might have bruised his face by now.

Three months have passed after your fated interaction with the wanderer. And in such time, your patience isn't getting any longer.

"What? Gonna cry to Mama Kusanali now and ask to take you away from the meanie?" Scaramouche taunted you, just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on. "Such a crybaby, this is why you've got no lover still"

"Hah?! As if you have one! You're so tactless people will scurry away even before you speak" you spat back, missing the way he flinched at the thought.

"Heh? You think I've got a sharp tongue? I just tell things the way I see it. Isn't your problem that you're too sensitive?"

You end up arguing more, of course. But much to your amusement, and unusual worry, the lad toned down his insults for the following days.

You tried to confront him and his poor attempt at being friendly, but it's Scaramouche we're talking about. There's no way in hell he'll let you have what you want.

"Fine, fine. If you don't want to tell me, then don't" you notice how his face contorts into that of his when he's about to insult you, but then he holds it back.

You're not sure where you'll be shocked at. The way he controls his mouth, or his next choice of words—

"Since—since Buer brought you hear, you will not leave me right away even if I'm a bit tactless—right? "

I'M HERE

You watch his eyes narrow at the painful memory as he recalls what his creator did to him. Scara barely talks, and you appreciate the small moments he decides to tell stories about him self.

But when hurt become evident in his indigo orbs, you feel guilty for asking the wanderer.

He probably guessed your thoughts, flicking your forehead and muttering "I don't need pity, dumbass" before hiding his emotions once again.

"I don't pity you, idiot—" you started, gaining his attention. "You're kind. The world did things that made you mean though" he rolled his eyes at your words, ready to say something but you beat him to it

"But I admire you. You're strong. You've been wronged so many times and yet you're still willing to atone"

Your companion looks at you with confusion adorning his pretty face, words long died down in his throat so you decided to speak more.

"They may leave you, but I won't. If there will be a time that the strong you needs someone to wipe your tears, "

You took his gentle digits into yours, on usual occasion, he may have slap it away, but something tells him not to.

"I'm here. I will be here. " and with that, you have his eternal, undying loyalty.

SPECIAL TREATMENT

"Buer told you to bring an umbrella, didn't she?" you pursed your lips at his words. Your archon did remind you about bringing the said item, but then the sun was all high and mighty earlier today that you decided to neglect her words.

"Yes, but it doesn't look like it's gonna rain today!" you huffed, surely he wouldn't be that drenched if you two share his hat, right?

"But it did. So now, suffer"

Annoyed at the lad, and by the fact that he's right, you proceeds to stomp your feet away from the shed the two of you are currently residing, determined to get back to the city before the downpour comes heavy.

The wanderer watch as you angrily walked away from his direction. His idea of staying a little longer outside with you now in the dumps because your stubborn ass can't get a hint.

Sighing, he unleashes his elemental skill and hover towards you.

You met his indigo eyes, annoyance still vivid in yours. "You act like a five year old sometimes"

His words, as usual, irked you. but then the irritation quickly dissipates when he put his hat on your head and gestures you to climb up his back as he kneeled.

"We don't have the whole day dumbass"

You comfortably settled on his back while he secure your knees.

The journey back to the city was silent until you speak, and archons, the wanderer is grateful that his face is hidden from your sight.

"You smell nice"

CONFESSIONS

"Just do it"

You hesitantly placed your palms on his before he maneuvered your body and carried you princess style.

"Scara not too high!" you warned as he gives you a soft chuckle and called you a scaredy cat.

"Look" you heard him say, gesturing towards the scenery the night of Sumeru City can offer. To say that it was breathtaking was an understatement— the image before you is enchanting.

The flickering lights of the busy streets adorned the darkened city, and the stars above aren't taking any competition into account. The air up high is cold, considering the altitude, but something keeps you warm.

Scaramouche.

"It's beautiful"

The wanderer's gaze flicks towards you and saw how in awe you are at the view. He wonders, will you ever look at him the same way? he'll never know.

"Of course it is." he huffed, proud that he get to show you such a wonderful view. He almost dropped you, though, when you voiced out another thought of you.

"Do you consider me as pretty as this?"

one... two... three seconds and you brushed it off with a laugh. His silence is enough proof that once again, you sound so stupid.

"Kidding. idiot."

You thought that the discussion is over, but then when you were about to wave him good bye for the day, you felt a small tug at your sleeves.

You turned around to see a flustered wanderer, his eyes avoiding yours. "There's only one similarity between you and this city,"

He began, not entirely sure of whether to continue his little speech or not.

"I'm in peace."

Your heart flutters at his words. Maybe he feels the same way about you, maybe he doesn't. But he's an immortal, and you have a lifetime.

#scaramouche x oc #scara x reader #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader angst #genshin scara #kunikuzushi #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer #wanderer x y/n #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #yae publishing house #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact screenshots

[diyahatnight]

Rich love - becoming a streamer

Scaramouche x gn reader!

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After your pretty purple haired “friend” finnished the dinner he made for the both of you, he put a plate down with some utensils beside it on the island in his kitchen, and then sits his plate next to yours. He pulled out a chair for you to sit in, which you did. Then he pulled out his chair and sat down.

You both started to eat. At this point this wasn’t even an at home dinner date, you two looked like a married couple on a regular saturday afternoon having dinner.

Trying to make a convo wasn’t really hard because for some odd reason he was so easy to talk to and in his mind you were pretty easy to talk too. That’s probably why you two became online friends in the first place, now becoming friends in real life (or more)

As you two were talking and eating he asks you “Do you remember how you said you might become a streamer?”

Your face stuffed with his delicious food you couldn’t respond immediately so with that you nod your head (yes).

“When you are finished eating do you want help setting up a stream and getting the feel of things?” You nod your head (yes) frantically.

You started to stuff your food down your throat quickly because you were excited, mainly to see what his stream room and eventually his bedroom looked like.

After you finished eating you asked him what you should do with your plate, and he takes it from you and places his and your plate down inside the sink.

He waves you on to follow him to his stream room after you wash your hands. Walking through his house you noticed how huge it was, much like yours but larger. That’s the son of the owner of the biggest modeling agency on the continent for you.

You assumed he lives alone in this large house, but you were kinda wrong. You were met by the the cutest little orange cat rubbing its self on your leg.

You stop in your tracks caught by this adorable little creature. “Aweee what’s its name? it’s so cuteee!”

He replies with “orange.”

You giggle quietly to yourself while picking up the orange kitty “I never thought you would be the type to give a goofy little name like that.”

“I didn’t name him, Childe did. We were out and he saw him so he wanted to take him home.”

“He lives here?” you say in a confused manner.

“yeah?”

“oh. For the long time i’ve known him i just assumed that he was rich and chose to be homeless and crashed at peoples houses…” You say while following behind him with the cat.

He reaches his stream room and opens the door to let you in first. (woah you say in your head) his stream room looks cooler in person.

He pulls up a chair next to his gaming chair for himself to sit, and you can sit in his chair. You take a seat inside his chair and you place the cat on your lap.

He reaches beside you and he starts typing away at his pc and aligning the camera next to it. You have no idea what he’s was doing, all you saw was a wait screen saying when the stream will start. He moves the mic closer to you and then he grabs a pair of headphones for himself. You see his stream comments already going crazy not even knowing he had a surprise guest.

And then the stream starts

not even 2 minutes in, his stream comments start going even more crazier than they were before when they saw you.

< What is y/n doing here?!!>

<This is a new sight.>

<HUHHH>

<y/n?!?!>

All you say is “hello!” with a sweet smile

“Y/n here is thinking of becoming a streamer to add onto their modeling and youtube career. To get them used the the streamer feeling, feel free to ask questions.”

As time goes on his stream is asking you questions and for a while you and Scaramouche sit there giggling and answering questions. Mostly you were giggling and every time you give a funny answer he would pop a small smile. You started getting interesting questions.

<how long have you known Scaramouche?>

“hmm, i think for about 3-2 years?”

<This one is for Scaramouche. Why are you so smiley towards y/n?>

“uhm.”

<Yeah! you look at them like you adore them.>

He sits there blankly with no response. He glances at you while you aren’t really paying attention because you are messing with the orange kitty that still has not left your lap.

Someone sent 5 bits reading <i’ll send 50 more bits if you answer truthfully.>

You look up to the sound “Answer what?” you say confused.

You look at Scaramouche and he shakes his head (nothing) “uhm anyway, they want to know what your favorite color is?”

“oh! hmmm i think it has to be purple! it’s such a pretty color.” You say that trying to get him to notice you, but he didn’t. Though, the chat noticed what you were trying to do and they are sitting there laughing.

“I think it’s time to end the stream. do you want to end it yourself?”

You nod and excitedly end the stream, you remember how to do it because Scaramouche showed you how to do it on facetime once.

“That was cool!”

“It’s pretty late, are you sure you want to go home at this time?” He honestly just wanted you to stay over.

“Is it really okay if i crash here?”

he nods (yes) “You can take my bed and i’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, i couldn’t do that to you. Do you not have a couple guest room’s?”

“I do, but they are all getting renovated right now.” he didn’t know why but he was sitting here lying to you because he just wanted you in his room.

You can’t lie to yourself, you also wanted to be in his room so you didn’t deny. He led you to his room and let you in.

“wow. you have a very cool room.”

“thanks.”

He went straight to his drawer to find you something to wear because you didn’t plan on staying the night. He grabbed you plaid pj pants and a white shirt to wear to sleep.

And there it was, you are now sleeping over at his house.

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Author’s notes

I literally wrote this entire episode in class. I write this stuff on my phone and sometimes my laptop. I look like a little gremlin hunched over writing this on my phone because I have bad posture. Then my brightness is all the way down so ppl don’t think im a weirdo. And my phone is on 11%.

Synopsis: You are a model and a Youtuber with no love life, you and Scaramouche who also has no love life have been friends for a while now because he’s also a model and a streamer. You sometimes join his stream to play random games with him but you never had the thought of dating him? Maybe instead of being friends you 2 were meant to be lovers? Just a guess.

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[kurolumiis]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring — xiao, scaramouche, alhaitham, kaveh, luma (oc), cherry (oc)

summary — perverted roommate drabbles

warnings — xiao and scaramouche x non-binary!oc (with female attributes), alhaitham and kaveh x fem!/non-binary!oc’s, perverted tendencies, smut written by a minor

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

cecilia academy had the option of staying in dorms on campus — with this came roommates. while they allowed different genders to be each other’s roommates, they enforced strict rules to prevent any explicit activities from occurring.

most students listened to the rules, having a purely platonic relationship with their roommates. others shared dorms with their partners and would find ways to go under the radar when it came to sexual activities.

however, it was a completely different story with luma, xiao, and scaramouche.

due to their streaming careers, xiao and scaramouche attracted a lot of the female population at cecilia academy. they claimed on several occasions they weren’t looking for a relationship.

but, that was a complete lie. they’d rather tell people they weren’t looking for love than explain they were obsessed with their roommate.

so obsessed that it led them to do things they never thought they’d do before. but, they just couldn’t help it — the way luma will lounge around in nothing but pajama shorts and a short top, they were even so bold as to wear an oversized t shirt and panties sometimes.

maybe they were asking to be fucked.

one day, luma entered the kitchen with xiao’s shirt on, the top just barely covering their panties. needless to say, the fans asked in the comments what was up with xiao and scaramouche and why they were so passive-aggressive to each other.

on certain nights, scaramouche will hear from his room luma and xiao having a conversation about luma’s love life and the fact that every guy they’re into either isn’t into them or they ghost them.

little does luma know, every time some guy shows interest in luma, one of them would always make an effort to tell him to fuck off. yet, xiao would listen to their complaints as if he didn’t corner the last guy who flirted with them.

scaramouche had no clue why he wasn’t included in these conversations. when he found out that luma thought it was dumb to tell him about things he probably wouldn’t be interested in, he started being a lot more attentive whenever they spoke to him.

xiao thought the glint in luma’s eyes when they would talk to scaramouche was too much. he needed to act fast before it was too late for him.

he thought the perfect night would be when scaramouche was out for dinner with a few other content creators. xiao told them he had to stay back for homework.

xiao didn’t care that his friends teased him about being alone for the night with luma. this was what made scaramouche suspicious. it didn’t matter that luma claimed that they were going to head to bed early. scaramouche knew something was going to happen, he could feel it.

but first, he had to get out of this dinner.

back at the dorms, xiao had convinced luma to watch a movie with him. luma nuzzled up beside him on their bed as the movie played on their tv. luma’s tv was the only thing emitting light in their room.

it gave xiao the perfect chance to slip his hand under the blanket without luma seeing. luma’s breath hitched as they felt his fingers ghost their thighs.

were they imagining things? no. because they felt him do it again, this time sliding up their thighs higher. luma readjusted their position, realizing they gave xiao a perfect opportunity to drift his fingers to their pussy.

their breath hitched again, feeling xiao press the pads of his fingers on their clit. “xiao,” they breathed out.

suddenly, they were pulled into his lap, capturing their lips with his.

pretty soon, the movie was long forgotten as xiao pounded into luma under him. luma’s whines and soft moans filled his ears, only encouraging to thrust into them harder.

they moaned his name as they abruptly came, tightening around his cock. xiao hissed as he came inside them. in a swift motion, xiao flipped luma over and bent them face down ass up.

xiao thrusted into them again, making louder moans come from luma’s mouth. luma’s arms failed to keep them up, causing their head to fall and muffle their moans against the mattress.

helping them, xiao grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling them up slightly and causing their back to arch.

luma flinched when the door abruptly opened and the lights turned on, revealing scaramouche.

“i fucking knew it,” he growled, walking towards luma. luma shut their eyes as they stung due to the new brightness in the room.

“you were so loud, i could hear you from outside the dorm.” when luma opened their eyes, they were met with scaramouche’s cock. luma gasped, not expecting it to be the first thing they saw when opening their eyes.

“we wouldn’t want the whole floor hearing how much of a slut you are, so keep quiet,” he said, using his thumb to open luma’s mouth.

slowly, luma gripped the base of his cock, taking the tip in their mouth.

the whole floor heard the three that night. not because of luma’s muffled moans, but because of the boys’ loud moans. it wasn’t like they were aware of it or even cared, finally being able to live out their perverted dreams.

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

luma needed to stay in sumeru for a few days. luckily, alhaitham offered his house as a temporary home for them.

cherry, on the other hand, had an interesting relationship with alhaitham.

the two hated each other, but that only made them want each other more. cherry was a tease, building up the tension with her enemy and seeing when he could finally crack.

kaveh was infatuated with luma the second he saw them. luma thought he was pretty, plus they wanted to get a certain someone out of their mind after the recent events they experienced during their journey with the traveler in sumeru.

cherry was well aware of the boys’ perverted thoughts. however, luma wasn’t. with alhaitham, cherry figured it could work in her favor. she was getting impatient by him not making any further advances.

in luma’s case, she thought kaveh’s puppy love was cute. she would notice when he would stare at luma’s breasts that peeked through their corset while they were having a conversation.

for cherry, she was aware that alhaitham would jerk off to her panties and bras before washing them. he couldn’t help it, cherry was too alluring and hypothesizing.

“where were you? why were you gone for so long?” alhaitham asked, eyes piercing into cherry. cherry had only been gone for half an hour, having fatui business to attend to.

“i had business to attend to. if you’re so curious, you’re more than welcome to join me next time,” cherry teased, approaching closer to his desk.

“like i’d associate myself with the likes of you,” he scoffed under his breath. cherry let out a small laugh that sent chills down his spine. he internally cursed at himself for being affected by cherry like this.

“aw, but you do, always talking about me to students, telling them how stupid and lazy I am. it’s like you’re obsessed with me,” she whispered in his ear, arms resting on his shoulders.

“tell me alhaitham, are you obsessed with me?” cherry pulled away, much to his dismay. she walked in front of his desk before turning to glance at him. her eyes were piercing into him with a smirk on her face.

“of course not,” he forced out, trying to maintain his composure. the close contact between him and cherry made him slightly aroused.

“mm, really then?” she stood up straight. “i guess i’ll go entertain kaveh then,” she said casually. while she was completely aware of his love for luma, she knew the thought of her talking intimately with anyone else irked him.

before she could walk towards the door, alhaitham pulled her back and trapped her against the desk. cherry chuckled, reaching her hand up to cup his face.

he trailed down to ghost his lips against her neck. “stop being a tease.” the sentence came out in a slight whine, making alhaitham crack.

he roughly kissed her as she pulled him closer, feeling his hand snake between her thighs.

and thus, the enemies stopped bickering and found something else to be loud about.

meanwhile, that night, luma was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. they had a feeling cherry somehow ended up in alhaitham’s bed tonight, so they decided to see if kaveh was awake.

they knocked twice before entering his room, completely stunned by the sight in front of them. he was stroking his cock, head leaned back in pleasure, as he moaned luma’s name.

“kaveh…” they trailed off. “luma, what are you doing up?!” he asked, nervously. he tried covering his cock with the covers but soon realized that they saw.

“do you…need help?” they offered, making him lift his head to face them. “you would…help me?” he questioned, not believing the subject of his fantasies would actually want to help him make them come true.

luma nodded slowly, approaching him. laying on his bed, luma pulled the covers off his cock, wrapping their pretty lips around the tip.

“just like that,” he groaned, indulging in his dream come true.

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Najimi x Scaramouche

As I say, they're assistant and boss during work hours but lovers when they're not working. Scaramouche always trusted Najimi ever since he met her at Tatarasuna.

Scara's Petnames for Naji : Darling, Princess, Baby.

Naji's Petnames for Scara: My lord, Baby, My Balladeer.

Najimi x Wanderer

Right after they re-united, they made sure that they were never apart again. She knew he would come back for her and he knew that she would never betray him.

Wander's Petnames for Naji: My love, Mine, Beautiful

Naji's petnames for Wander: My baby, my heart, chatón

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