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kvnis · 2 months

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Obsessed with ur work ohmygod

May i request :)

How about your bf scara saves u from bullies and when u two get home he fucks the hell out of u to make u feel better about the bullies 🤭🤭

౨ৎ ﹒i love you , don’t believe me ?

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so fixated on the mindset of scaramouche not loving you, all because of some insignificant bullies? fine then, let him prove that he loves you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, creampie, marking/biting, fingering, hair pulling, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ hihi , i’ve not had a lot of motivation recently, but i managed to finish this after days and hours of procrastination!

you were currently walking back to your house, hand in hand with scaramouche. there were slight tears in your eyes that slowly cascaded down your cheeks in minimal amounts. you looked at the back of his head, admiring the way his hair swayed in the wind.

he squeezes your hand, pulling you more to his side and you almost stumble over your own two feet. you huff, keeping up with his pace.

your mind keeps glancing back to the situation just a couple hours before. you had practically been cornered up against a wall, having no way to escape whilst you practically got berated for no reason. you only managed to get away once scaramouche intervened, yet he couldn’t have prevent their thoughts from infecting your mind.

were you really not up to scaramouche’s tastes? did he even like you? you couldn’t help but frown, his cold nature made everything seem unreadable to you, so you couldn’t decipher the truth from the lies.

you didn’t even realise you were physically frowning until you felt a pinch on your cheek.

“what’s that face for?” scaramouche asks you, clearly referring to your gloomy expression.

you shake your head in dismissal, shrugging him off and saying that everything was fine. he just leaves the topic with an unenthusiastic ‘tch’.

you both eventually arrive at your home, and you unlock the door shakily before walking in. a sigh escapes your slightly parted lips, and you make a move to return to your room.

scaramouche knew how this went; you’d go up to your room, ignore anything and everything and just sleep your troubles away. so, before you even left his range, his arm darted out to grab you by the waist, guiding you down to the couch.

“talk.” he looks at you bluntly, clearly knowing that something was up. he was too observant, and that was probably the only thing you detested about him.

you fidgeted with your sleeves, before deciding to just come clean. “some of the… things they said… i’m starting to question whether they were true or not.”

scaramouche tilts his head at you, observing every little motion you made. he wasn’t missing any details. “what type of things were they saying?”

“they were saying things like… like how you wouldn’t like someone like me…” your face begins to drop to the ground, before scaramouche almost lovingly grabs your jaw, shifting closer to you and easing you down onto the couch with his body.

he shakes his head, his free hand going to your waist and squeezing roughly. he looks at you with disbelief. “and you were stupid enough to believe them?”

you face contorts into a frown, slightly embarrassed. you were so easily manipulated by your peers, and it made scaramouche tease you relentlessly. however, this time, he seemed quite comforting about it.

he chuckles under his breath at your reaction, kissing your forehead and cheek, before trailing down to press his lips against yours.

it was quick and hard to realise it had even happened. if you blinked, you would’ve probably missed it.

“you’re so naive… so gullible,” his hands move to the waistband of your pants, fingers dipping into the band of your underwear while he’s at it. “do you really need me to show you how much i love you?”

you stiffen slightly as he tugs your bottoms down with one swift go, and you’re shocked at the urgency of his advances. you writhed slightly, feeling him already run his fingers over your clothed folds. you were getting wetter by the minute, your slick almost soaking through the fabric entirely. it immediately makes your face flare up with even more embarrassment.

he begins to kiss down your neck, occasionally licking, just to gauge your reaction. every time he does, you flinch belatedly, almost like your brain was taking twice the time to process all the stimulation.

his fingers eagerly pull your panties off and to the side, only to impatiently shove two fingers inside your dripping hole. you almost instantaneously clench around him, biting your lip as a soft moan escapes you.

“i don’t love you… hm?” his breath brushes the shell of your ear, lips barely grazing the nerves. you felt as if you were on fire as he began to make a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching out your hole for him. “then, what’s this i’m doing…?”

your breathing staggers, feeling the cold drag of his digits inside of you. you whimper as a response, too timid to say anything in reply.

as his fingers work inside of you, scaramouche begins to palm his growing erection. he was growing hard, simply by hearing your soft moans, whimpers and the amount of slick now coating his fingers. he pulls them out, watching a string connecting the tips of his fingers to your hole stretch out before breaking.

your hips jerk up as his clothed cock grinds up against your sopping pussy, desperately chasing the hot friction. you closely watch him with half lidded eyes as he slips off his pants, revealing his length for you. you were now hyperaware of everything around you, feeling the way he breathed against your neck, the way his hands burned their imprint into your thighs as he spread them. it sent your mind into overdrive, overcoming your senses and making you want more of him.

he rests his hands on your hips, slowly pushing his entire length into you. his lips press against yours, silencing your cries as he bottoms out. the feeling of your cunt immediately clenching down on him so needily almost makes him cum on the spot.

his hips languidly pulls his length out of you, until only the tip is splitting you open, before pressing back inside. he admires the sounds you make, the soft, panting breath escaping against his lips. the subtle way your thighs twitch around his waist makes him chuckle out breathily, the warmth fanning against your face.

his pace eventually speeds up, turning from slow grinds into deliberate slams, evidently making you moan out, each and every single time. he always knew the ways in how to turn you limp below him, the ways to make you crumble weakly with each of his thrusts.

a hand rests on the side of your neck, tilting your head with his thumb to make you look at him in the eyes. you eyes are slightly glassy, and when you blink a fresh tear rolls down your temple. his thumb immediately brushes it away, giving you a soothing kiss on the cheek.

“don’t cry, why are you crying?” he lets out an amusing exhale, watching you open your mouth to speak, but only sounds of pleasure coming out. “i love you, you know? dunno how you’re so stupid to think otherwise...”

his words of affection makes heat swell in your gut, and he takes note on the way your hole clenches and unclenches around him. his eyes teasingly narrow at you, glancing down to observe the state of your folds.

you look down alongside him, but you don’t stare for long as your flustered from how wet you are, the lewd sounds reaching your ears. however, you couldn’t deny the way it turned you on. it was awfully shameful, yet you didn’t have to look twice at scaramouche for him to know exactly what was going through your mind. he knew you too well for that.

his thrusts grow harder, faster, deeper, until your body is twitching and begging for release. he was hitting just the right spots inside of you, making your eyes roll and your fists tighten into his hair. you writhe, feeling an approaching orgasm. it’s almost laughable, how he was able to reduce you to such a sight with minimal effort.

he drags his lips along your skin, letting himself take indulgence in the unmarked skin of your shoulder. he eyes you, taking a fold of skin into his mouth and sucking up multiple marks, until your whole shoulder was his own personal canvas, blooming in beautiful marks of red and purple.

you gasp, head getting thrown back at the added sensations. your eyes flutter closed, a loud whine escaping your mouth as you approach your peak. your hands bunch up and tug at his hair, grasping for anything to keep you composed.

your mind goes numb, riddled with pleasure as you came, gushing all around his cock and coating it in another layer of your slick. a proud smirk reaches scaramouches face as he watches your cunt suck him in impossibly deeper while you orgasmed. he shallowly fucked you through it, giving you time to compose yourself before pulling you closer, pressing his hips flush to yours.

he continued his movements against you, letting his lips brush against yours ever so often. a moan exits your slightly parted lips as you gasp for air, sucking your teeth as he brings back the roughness in his thrusts, not caring that you just came. he was determined to make you cum as many times as possible in one night.

“pfft, ‘i don’t love you’, huh?” he scoffs, looking into your watery eyes with his own lust-stricken ones. “how could you think that shit when i make you cum like this?”

you look at him with a pout, before replying to him with a simple hum. all doubts in your mind have been thoroughly removed, and the only thing in your mind was how good he was making you feel right now.

you whip your head to the right, letting his lips gain comfort in the crook of your neck. his tongue swirls its imprint into your flesh, occasionally sucking just to throw you off guard. every time he does you writhe, making his grip on your thighs tighten.

he pushes one of your thighs up to your chest, bending it and manipulating it to throw it over his shoulder, enabling him to thrust his cock deeper into your sensitivity. your noises gradually increase in pitch, and it’s not long before your cumming around his length again. your body flushed numbly, twitching as the crest of your pleasure washes over you. your head lolls limply, and you try to catch your breath as he groans in your ear. the noise did not help with your arousal right now.

you were exhausted, and you firmly believe you can’t go another round. your legs were trembling in his grip as you looked at him with pleading, heavy lids.

“don’t worry, ‘m almost done…” scaramouche mutters into your ear, breathing heavily as he twitches inside of you, feeling his impending orgasm. his bangs were sticking to his forehead, and he uses your neck to latch onto in order to cover up—what he viewed to be embarrassing—his noises.

he moans into your flesh, before the rhythm of his hips falters and he releases inside of you, filling your walls with his sticky cum. you feel the warmth spill inside of you, your wettened lashes glancing over to his face, which he lifted from your neck with an exhale. you could see the flush on his cheeks and the slight sweat on his skin.

his eyes lock onto yours, and he gives you a smirk. he doesn’t pull out; instead, he lifts you by the waist and sits back on the couch, making you straddle him.

he firmly grips your cheeks, not letting you slack out on your shared eye contact. he searches your eyes, sifting through every shred of emotion shown through your pupils. he pulls you down so your lips just barely brushed, before speaking.

“still think i don’t love you?” he looks you up and down, taking in your spend form. he felt a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your hole, tightening his grip on your cheeks at the feeling. you wince and end up shaking your head.

“n-no…” you meekly admit, thighs trembling around his lap. “it’s just—”

“forget about them.” he snaps quickly, using his free hand to guide your hips up his length, before slamming your body down. you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head face downward, hair falling to cover your face. he brushes your hair out of your face, roughly squeezing your cheeks. “‘cause i’m not done yet. gonna fuck that brain of yours silly…”

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tartaroooo · 1 month

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One More Night

Hookups were supposedly a one- time thing. A way to have fun without getting attached.

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

A/n: A quick edit of a draft I've had in my notes for a while now.

Art credits: ike_0910

Warning: Slight nsfw, cursing

Scaramouche despises hookups.

To be tangled within the sheets with a complete stranger, the idea repulsed him to no end. Honestly, it was rather pathetic. It was nothing more than a desperate act of attention. A despondent call to those terrified of estrangement. But archons forbid, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try at least once?

Besides, stress has been eating him up lately. He needed a way to clear his thoughts and forget. To let go and revel in the pleasure of losing himself in his inhibitions.

But there must be something wrong with his hookup. Weren't they supposedly a one- time thing? A way to have fun without getting attached?

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Why does he insist on keeping you on his bed, with a part of him wishing you'd stay there forever?

He hated this so much.

Words can’t express how much he loathes this thing referred to as attachment. He refuses to let his emotions run rampant again and undergo the heartbreak of treachery. He’s been betrayed three times. He’s not letting you be his fourth one.

Yet here he was, in bed with you for the 5th time this week, lips locked in a fiery fit of passion. Your wrists were pinned above your head, it was scary how he didn’t want to let you go. How despite his repugnance towards devotion, his hypocrisy ruled with the thoughts of keeping you in place.

"You taste so fucking good…", he mumbles as his breath brushes against your lips. Your skin was redolent of fresh lemon with the base of woody amber, the bed sheets stained with the scent of your perfume. The air was heavy, choking the last of his self-control. He eyes you, taking shallow breaths underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as you never fail to provide him with the dopamine of having control. He dives in for another kiss, this time devoid of passion and merely fueled by his hunger. Hunger for you. For the delightful moans that slip out your pretty, little mouth when he pounds relentlessly into you. For the way your body arches when he rakes his fingernails across your smooth skin, all the while his hips snap forward to hit that spot deep within you. A certain area only he knows that would drive you crazy.

He was obsessed with this feeling.

He knows that he should've let you go already, that this is something that shouldn't be happening. But dear archons forgive him because being wrong never felt so right. You were like a poison who seeped into his veins, rewiring his brain to be filled with thoughts regarding you and you alone. You collapsed the building of his very morals, turned everything he stood up for into non-existent debris.

"One more night…" He mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It would be a comforting gesture, if not for the fact that he sinks his teeth into your skin and gnaws on it like a piece of meat. He’s sure that's going to leave a mark tomorrow yet it doesn’t stop the sinful moan that escapes your throat, an invitation for him to keep going. And he will most definitely keep going. His sense of judgement disintegrated when you hooked your arms around his neck, reciprocating his intense desire that tarnished both your bodies and short circuited your willpower. Nothing else mattered. Just you and his desire to have his way with you until he's satisfied.

A low chuckle escapes from the confines of his throat as he saw how much of a mess you became. A mess that belonged in his museum of you, framed, sculpted or whatever way its preserved. With a smirk that seemed to widen every passing minute, his fingers lightly trace the curve of your spine.

He just couldn't get enough of you.

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lyvndr · 9 months

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Thinking about modern Wanderer, who's your secretly needy roommate, who always thinks about you during late nights where his sex drive is at an all-time high.

Thinking about modern Wanderer who, in the depths of night, crawls out of the bedsheets just to pull up images of you on his phone, sliding his boxers down his legs to reveal his half-hard cock.

Thinking about modern Wanderer, who lets out the softest moans through bit lips as he stares at images of you, each photo zoomed into your legs as he thought more and more about how lewd you would make him look.

Thinking about modern Wanderer, who cums so quickly at the thought of you on top of him, smiling sadistically while he squirms around, imagining you lowering yourself onto his dick.

Thinking about modern Wanderer, who starts to hump at his pillows while staring at your photos, your innocent, unknowing smiles in each and every photo pushing him closer and closer to the edge—

until you walk in.

“Oh—! O- Oka— ohohohohokay—!!”

Sinful squelches from the vigorous amount of lube on your roommates dick corrupted the room's previously quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and Wanderer's high-pitched moans added to the sheer sin of the room.

How he had managed to get here with you straddling him and ruthlessly jerking him off was something he couldn't even try to think about. In fact, the boy's too dumbified and fucked up to even have a functioning train of thought that isn't about how hard your hand is squeezing his dick, or how merciless you were for jerking him at such a quick pace.

You're trapped between Wanderer's legs as one wraps around your torso, constantly kicking at the air when he gets closer and closer to the edge. His other leg is laid on the bed, still around your sitting figure, but remains resting on the bed— unless he's also kicking the sheets with his heel, having completely given up on keeping his composure.

Both of your hands twisted on his dick while they were practically riding it. The wetness from Wanderer's pre-cum mixed in with the lube was beginning to kill him; his eyes rolled back on numerous occasions, widening, squinting, or sometimes he'd close them for a little bit until you focus your hands on a veiny area, to which he goes crazy and squeals, squirms, and eventually loses all sense of self control.

“Ghh— Go‐ d— pleease I jus— just—! Oh–!”

Wanderer began to heave air from every corner and crevice of his lungs until they were too close to empty. He'd inhale sharply and breathe most of the air out as a signal that he's close. Wanderer was at a loss for coherent words, so to make up for it, he babbled, moaned, cried, gripped his bedsheets so hard that they began to tear, feeling that small string holding him together being shredded apart little by little, oh-so lustfully close that the string was about to—

snap.

“ffff— fuckfuckfuckff– FUCK—!!”

Wanderer screamed, and between your hands and from his dick spurt heavy amounts of your roommates cum, the liquid spattering all over your hands, face, T-shirt, and bare legs.

You've yet to say a word to Wanderer ever since you caught him masturbating to photos of your earlier, curious to see if he'd be affected by your sheer, deafening silence through his loud moans and cries. However, to your dissatisfaction, he didn't react at all to it— he didn't seem bothered by your utter silence.

It seems he didn't get much of a punishment yet for not telling you about his rut sooner...

“H... Hey,” Wanderer mutters through several pants, “wh— what are you... Ghh—!!”

You, without warning, lowered yourself onto his sensitive and overstimulated dick, taking in the stretching feeling, as well as his desperate cries for you to not continue.

A smile grows on your face.

Now you're definitely sure he'll react to this.

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naomi-nana · 19 days

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: in another universe . genshin ver !

you ask your boyfriend if he thinks you both will still love each other in another universe.

featuring : lyney, wanderer, cyno

cw : fluff

a/n : back to writing after months heheheh

๋LYNEY :

"why of course we would!" he'd answer confidently. why wouldn't you both be together in another universe? if that's the case, then he feels bad for his other self for not being able to be in a relationship with such a pretty person like you. "we'd definitely still be together in every universe!"

"we'd date together, talk about magic together, and i'll also feature you in my magic show in every universe!" you smiled hearing his words. it made you feel happy at how confident he is with his answer. "our love knows no bounds!" he grins at you.

WANDERER :

"what? that's ridiculous." you gasp at his answer. how could he say that to you?! does he not think that you both will fell in love in every universe that exists?! "it's not like that. how do you even know that there is multiple universes anyway?" now he's asking you the question. you don't know how to respond, being asked such a question like that. you're not a scientist!

"it doesn't have anything to do with your profession, just answer the question." really?! now he's forcing you to answer HIS question?! he should've answered yours first! "i'm not gonna answer your weird question."

(yes, he'd still love you in every other universe.)

CYNO :

"oh? i didn't expect you to ask that out of nowhere." now, with cyno, you were definitely expecting him not to play along with your question and decided to just ignore it because he's the 'general mahamatra'. but, he actually played along with it. "why, of course i'd still fall in love with you in every other universe."

"well, i'd expect for you to love me first though." why? you thought it was the other way around, since he fell in love with you first back then. "why, you ask? well, probably because i'd be so interesting in your eyes that you'd gravitate towards me easily." you tilt your head to the side. what does he mean? "you don't get the joke? well, i mean, since you were talking about the universe..." you really wished you just ignored the weird joke he made earlier.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

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kunikukitty · 5 days

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☆ Always An Artist, Never The Muse

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader

ix. beauty of art

Since when did it started?

You've always been complimented to be a beauty, always been given praises, and you too are confident when it comes to your appearance.

Not to mention, you are also surrounded by good-looking girls such as Mona, Hutao, and Faruzan.

When did it started, when you began to question your own vision and the mirror? Since when were you became so sensitive about your appearance?

Being an artist who desired to be a muse was your ultimate struggle before. And perhaps, even until today.

You never made a portrait of yourself, having more interest in other scenery you see — and never did you became anyone's art inspiration.

To the non-artists, this might not be a thought worth being sad about. You too, you tell yourself it isn't a big deal, yet it persists. There is an ache, a longing to be admired just as how much you used to admire those whom you painted.

You used to be saddened over the fact that no artist chose you— maybe because you are an artist yourself?

However, even after your candle of passion became unlit— even after the spark that used to shine so brightly began to lose its light, you didn't became anyone's object of admiration.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you company."

You heaved a sigh as you heard Capitano utter those words in a reassuring manner, resting your head to the backrest of the bus seat you're sitting on.

He must've sensed your nervousness, also with the fact that he knows what you've been through.

That's the reason why you rejected those other fine art students anyway, since you didn't want to be just become a muse because you're a part of the options.

They were tasked to ask exchange students to be their model for their project. None of them would ask you if you weren't one, and you hated that. Could it be your pride as an artist hovering over your mind, that you wished to be somebody's muse because they specifically chose you and not just because you happened to be there as an option?

And now you were asked again yet for the same situation— you weren't the first choice.

Is this petty? You honestly don't care.

How silly these emotions of yours, hindering you from enjoying being a muse for the first time.

The bus stopped and the two of you exits the ride. You walked with Capitano as he led the way, coming to a halt some minutes later in front of a black gate. He looked at you before hitting the doorbell.

You brought a hand to caress your own face. Your skin isn't exactly clear, though you do not have many blemishes either.

You've always been confident of your appearance, and you didn't know why. Is it because you truly are indeed beautiful, or where you just blinded because of the praises you've heard?

Yet whenever you look in the mirror, you can't help but to see your image turning uglier each second. Is what you see in the mirror what you actually looked like?

You breathed in and out, wanting to mask the nervousness you're feeling. Faruzan is pretty, would the artist be disappointed upon seeing a face inferior to hers—

Forget about that, because you are the one disappointed right now...!

You regretted getting swayed with Faruzan's words. You even asked Mona for an advice to strengthen your decision, and she also said some motivating words similar to Faruzan.

What a load of bullshit, you shouldn't had listened!

Because it's fine, yes, it would be fine.

This trip could've turn out good just as your friends say— if not for the man standing before you! This... is he the artist?

The moment he opened the gate, you glared at him from head to toe, in which he responded with a roll of his eyes, turning his attention to Capitano instead.

The same shade of indigo that ruined your mood at the time you first entered the university, the blind-hater man!

Honestly, you could brush that off as just bad day for both of you which led to a stupid argument, but the bad impression lasted!

Whenever you see him around the campus, there's just this underlying vibes around him that ruins your mood. So even if you both ain't having a conversation, it's as if you are being brought back to that argument and you can't help but to feel the annoyance all over again.

And therefore strengthening the bad impression.

You followed after them as they entered his... kind of a huge house.

Of course, of course. Students at that goddamn university are rich, it's no wonder.

You eyed the interior, a minimalist design yet it looks extravagant due to the high-end materials. High ceilings, big chandeliers— his living room is grand and sophisticated space. The walls are in neutral colors, decorated with many paintings...

Oh.

Are these his works? They are... beautiful.

Not just beautiful, but breathtakingly beautiful.

Every pieces are paintings of abstracts and places, and there are no single painting of an image of a human.

The scenery looks realistic though, are portraits just not his forte? Or maybe he just didn't displayed them.

You got too absorbed at staring at them that Capitano had to tug you forward. His gentle hold brought you out of your reverie, continuing to follow after his friend.

"What even is his name?" You asked in a whisper.

"Oh right, you didn't get to be introduced properly." He nodded at himself, "Scaramouche is his name," then he called his friend's attention, "And she is [Name]."

...That turned awkward, just for you maybe. 'Scaramouche' just nodded his head and so did you.

When he opened another door, you almost drooled at the sight. Because why wouldn't you— it is his very own art studio inside his home! It's huge and definitely pleasing to look at. There are many paintings on the floor and some are hanging over the wall, all of the pieces are masterpiece! There are an unfinished sculpture of a head on one of the tables, charcoal drawings on paper, sketches of anatomy, movable wooden figure, and more.

Despite not liking him, you hold a respect to every artists. Not to mention, one look at his studio and you could tell he is talented...

You had to contain your excitement.

It's not like you're hiding that you are an (ex) artist, but you also do not want to show hints or tell that you are one, especially that you have nothing to show.

You would rather keep it that way, people not having an answer whether you are or not an artist— except for those who already know, of course.

"Pardon me, [Name]." You looked over to Capitano who has an apologetic expression on his face. "There happen to be an emergency, I'll leave you to Scaramouche's care."

You just nodded, Capitano had always been a busy man. You watched as he converse with the said man before he gave you a small wave, walking away.

"Stay here."

'Scaramouche' said, and you were left alone in his very own art studio.

You sat down on a stool, probably the seat he prepared for Faruzan. With a frown, you looked around.

Your heart raced as your eyes met your own pair of eyes, the full length mirror in front of you glinted in an ugly way.

You felt frozen in time. Is it because you would be exposed to an artist's eyes who would look at every detail of your appearance so he could draw it, the reason why you felt so bare in your own vision?

It was as if suddenly, you appear naked in front of everyone— drowning in their uncomfortable stares that ran through your insides.Your skin is getting ripped the more you stare at your own reflection, and you feel so exposed to the point that every nook of your face became visible in your eyes.

Since when this started, really? Where you no longer feel beautiful at every angle, as if your features are becoming distorted.

Ah, right. The people who compliments you are non-artists. You used to be one and yet you never drew yourself, and now you feel so imperfect and full of flaws. Maybe because you're aware of the truth.

Maybe this is why you've only became a muse now of an artist who had no choice but to draw you— you are indeed pretty, just not pretty enough that people wants to keep looking at you.

An art is supposed to be beautiful in every way, a masterpiece people enjoy looking at.

You, are not a piece worth staring at.

You are not designed to be a muse in the first place— and you no longer had the skills to paint.

Everyone is either an artist or the art, so now, where do you stand?

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lovemari · 3 months

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Precious ♡ Scaramouche

100+ follower special

Warnings: Suggestive, sitting on Scaramouche's lap, Pet names, flirting, marking.

Synopsis: Scaramouche loves you and would do anything to keep you. To put it simply, you're his and you're not going anywhere.

Notes: Ok! This is definitely different. My writing style isn’t so suggestive and hot lol! I was blushing the entire time when I wrote this. Still, I wanted to try something new! I probably won't do this again but consider this a 100+ follower special~

Scaramouche had a secret crush on you. Unfortunately, he's a harbinger. You're his subordinate. It's forbidden. Still, he wanted to give you something.

He knew you were often mocked by the higher ranks. It went so bad that there were rumors about you leaving Fatui.

He didn't do anything until someone stood up for you. Another member, the same rank as you. He saw the way you looked at each other and he hated that.

Scaramouche didn't want that to happen. He wanted you to stay and he wanted you to be his. He wanted to see your face everyday and watch you bow down to him.

He loved the way you called him “sir”. It was music to his ears. He couldn't let you go. You were too precious to him.

That's exactly why he called you for a private meeting. He told you it was important and that you needed to come immediately.

Scaramouche demands that you kneel, which you immediately do. After the action, Scaramouche pats your head whispering, “good girl.”

Scaramouche picked you up and put you on his lap. He got in your space and started whispering words you couldn't hear. Still, you knew by his tone it was probably inappropriate.

Scaramouche didn't have a plan. He didn't know what he was going to do after that. Though, you were already blushing from sitting on his lap so he decided how far he could push your buttons.

Scaramouche kissed your neck, biting into it as if he was letting everyone know you belonged to him. You were his territory and no one else could change that.

Scaramouche gave your neck numerous kisses and licks as you just sat on his lap, trying to possess action after action.

Scaramouche sets you down, leaning against the table. You were shaking. He knew you wanted more and he wanted it too.

Wanderer wrapped his arms behind you, “See me after work.” He proposed, imagining a huge list of things he could do to you.

You nodded your head before walking out, completely overwhelmed by the events. You saw the balladeer in a totally different light and you went complaining.

You'll just have to be good and wait for work to finish just so you can see him again.

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bedoballoons · 5 months

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄

Wanderer X Reader

{༻~Day 8: Tied up in the ribbon~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI!! Gn! Bottom afab reader! Bondage, degradation, asphyxiation play, fingering, cum denial and mentions of touching through clothing! Names used on the reader: Slut, pet

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𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Awe look at my little whore, all tied up in ribbons, unable to move as I play with their pussy like they are nothing but a pet for me to fuck with~" Wanderer spit out his words, his eyes fired up as he watched your features twist lustfully, his fingers rubbing your throbbing cunt through the cloth of your soaked bottoms. You wanted to make him go faster, to palm him so he'd get nice and hard for you, but he's tied your hands up with the ribbon you'd left out after wrapping...and now you were defenseless.

"W-wanderer! O-oh my gosh please! Nnnhh! Need more!"

"What's that? Does the slut need my fingers in them? Are you that desperate already...mmm if you want it, use your manners and ask with a please like you fucking should~" His free hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look at him as he intentionally slowed your breathing. You struggled against your binds, your mind blanking as heat pooled in between your legs, "P-pleaase"

He smirked, letting air flow into your lungs just long enough you caught your breath. His fingers traced the band of your underwear teasingly, they were damp with your slick and the way they touched your skin made you dizzy, but...you'd done what he'd asked why wasn't he..

"You look confused...did you actually think I'd give you what you wanted from that alone? You only get my fingers when I want you to~" He swirled his thumb around your clothed clit, chuckling menacingly as you moaned out his name and begged...

"Pathetic."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

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bwompbomp · 3 months

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Marry me?

intro - in a moment of your pyrexia, you mutter a string of words that makes his non-existent heart thud happily in his chest, or basically, you caught a fever, and you say some words accidentally in your feverish stupor. (or was it really accidental?)

character - wanderer x reader

genre - disgustingly sweet fluff

warnings - gn! reader, (1.5k wc) wanderer will be referred to as 'Sacchi', a nickname inspired by nahida's name (or nickname?) for wanderer, "Kasacchi", but he's also referred with an endearment 'darling', mild cursing??

home

releasing a groan, you scrunched your nose while facing the ceiling. the ache from your throat is becoming more evident as time passed by, its become to the point you can no longer avoid it. you tried to sigh, but a cough escaped out of your mouth instead, making you frown. you hate this. did you have to get sick at your hell week aka exam week??

but of course you just had to. albeit you tried to ignore it yesterday morning by continuing your study session, it seemed like your cold responded with a firm 'no' as it forced you to sleep the remaining day with a fever. your head was spinning, but all that was on your mind was how unprepared you were for the exams that were coming real soon. it was already dawn, and you forced yourself to get up with what little of a strength that was remaining in your system.

"....ugh.."

always comes with a challenge though. fighting back the urge to vomit, you support yourself using the walls of your room to at least get something to eat. carefully treading to the door, your nose catches a waft of something that made your stomach instantly churn. you blink.

wait, is he home? but.. i thought he was still busy with his reports?

twisting the doorknob open, your tired eyes fixate on the kitchen where you find your roommate (and your boyfriend, you think...) wearing a cute pink apron with a text saying 'kiss the cook!'. you blink at how adorable he looks and how the frilly apron suited him. he turns to the direction of the sound of the door opening, but you couldn't quite make out what was the expression that was sitting on his cute face. once he found you in your dishevelled state, you hear him click his tongue before walking towards your direction with a spatula on one hand. what a perfect malewife.

"hm. finally up? quite the sleepyhead you are in afternoons huh." he remarks, his indigo eyes glossing you over. you replied with a hum and immediately pulled him close to you in a hug. resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed, smiling woozily. his lack of temperature contrasting yours made it a lot comfier to snuggle him. on a normal occasion, he would've called you clingy while snuggling you close too, missing the way your warmth makes up for what he lacks, but he flinches instead. "wait, you're awfully hot today.."

"why thank you, darling ♡." you smiled sweetly at the sight of him rolling his eyes at your joke. putting a hand on your forehead, his face morphs into distaste at the temperature your body is in. he was gone for one day and a night and you had the nerve to get sick? he squished your cheeks using his hands, forcing you to face him and look at his displeased eyes, and for your arms to let go of his body. you whine, the comfort of hugging him and being hugged by him now disappearing.

"shush, your temperature is high and i don't like it." he squints his eyes on you, scrutinising the expression on your face and the state your body is in. leading you to sit on the couch, he asks your patience as he's cooking both of your dinners up, and a lot more other things you couldn't focus enough to hear since your head was spinning. you only hummed in response and grabbed a nearby pillow to rest your head on.

your nose still catching the whiff of a pleasant smell, your tired eyes slowly closed itself as you hear pots and pans clunking at the kitchen. you smiled to yourself, he was so cute. if you had the strength, you were definitely showering him with love with just how lovable he is despite his denials, compliments with how endearing his actions are for you, and kisses with how grateful you are for him. archons, he's just so...

slump.. thud!

"y/n...?" hearing a soft thump in the living area, wanderer heads to the couch with concern latching in his expression. "goodness, y/n?! you..." he trailed off, watching your body shivering from the cold and your expression wincing from the pain.. of falling to the floor. he frowns immediately, lifting your body to a more comfortable position on the couch, putting pillows on your nape and under your head to cushion you. he takes a second to massage your forehead and his frown eases up once he hears your satisfied sighs.

he smiles, his expression slowly changing to fondness as he grabs his blanket and drapes it on your sick form, hoping that your cold isn't that serious.

"hold on.." he rushes to the kitchen, quickly chopping the vegetables needed for the soup he was making. seeing you in that state triggers something in him, something he doesn't want to recall. he shakes his thoughts away, focusing on making the soup. he swiftly gets his job done, occasionally glancing over to your direction and checking if you're stupid enough to fall to the floor twice.

well, you are stupid. for becoming sick. and making him worried.

no, he's not worried, that's what he tells himself, but the way he quickly stirs the pot full of the soup and the way he glances at your form sleeping on the couch to check your condition proves him wrong. he knows it's stupid. humans are fragile, way too fragile for their own good, yet annoyingly stubborn in ways he can't even begin to understand.

unfortunately, his human is also one of the many who behaves like so, which never fails to crease his eyebrows and shake his head in disappointment. such is the way of idiocy, he muses.

'and yet you gave them your heart', he can hear that annoying archon comment with interest and faux mockery, to which he'd only reply with a scoff, 'have you forgotten my origins? i don't have that annoying, beating thing that humans have in their chest.'

but if he did, he thinks about giving you of what remains of it.

putting the fire off and serving a portion in a bowl, he serves the soup on the table, his eyes squinting in annoyance at how pinkish your nose is, and how your expression screams the pains of a sick person.

he knows it's stupid. it's just a stupid fever. caught by a stupid human who's stupid enough to not take care of themself, and the end result is now a stupid human who's sick.

but his earliest memories of the past involving humans who also fell into sickness aren't pleasant, not to mention how this stupid (and adorable) human is too close to his heart for him not to take care of. he sighs in mild annoyance, brushing the hair off of your forehead. "hey." he whispers, his tone softening slightly without him realising. "the food's ready."

you only groan weakly, the lights in the ceiling flaring at your vision once you peer your eyes open, not helping your condition. archons, your head hurts and you feel too hot. "hot..." you whisper with a rasped voice, leaning onto his shoulder as he slowly helps you up to a seated position. he murmurs an "i know.", reminding himself to get a bowl of water and a piece of cloth to wipe you with later.

after an ample amount of effort, you've managed to finish half-way through the bowl of soup. helping you drink your medicine with a glass of water, you sigh in content, releasing a small burp. he smirks at that, letting you rest your head on the crook of his neck. this stupid human.. letting down their guard on a former harbringer no less.. and if he decided he had had enough with your stupidity and took advantage of you right now??

"..sacchi.." your small voice takes him out of his thoughts and he instantly focuses on what you're attempting to say, leaning his head low to get closer. "..you.."

"..i love you.." you whisper, a small smile gracing your mouth. even if your voice is weak and small, you know he's listening. you just know he is. your heart beats in content, your fingers slightly tightening on his shirt.

"..wanna marry you... you're such.. a malewife.."

then you fall to your slumber completely, your whispers instead replaced with the rhythmic sound of your breaths. but for some reason, that's not what the wanderer hears. for some reason, he hears an annoying *thump, thump, thump* ringing on his ears, with his face turning hot.. too hot for his liking..

he scoffs quietly, eyebrows scrunched in what seems to be a displeased expression, but the way his mouth tugs up to form a small smile betrays him so. archons forbid someone giving him a mirror, for he himself doesn't even realise the stupid grin slowly forming on his mouth and the way his eyes softened at your words.

'i love you too, stupid human.'

he made damn sure you didn't hear that though. (you did.)

a/n: wrote this as an idea in my drafts & then i actually get sick w a fever. its like i manifested it, lmao

likes and reblogs are appreciated! always remember to eat and drink your shit, and i hope u had a good readd <33

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Denial is Futile: Wanderer x f!reader - Chapter 6

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Summary:

What would you do if you were stuck with Wanderer indefinitely?

The cute and sweet guy from the bazaar was brought to your place while unconscious. But when he woke up, you were appalled by the amount of snark he had. Was he even the same person? And now you were stuck with him because he could literally die if he stopped holding your hand. You weren't sure if you could tolerate him any longer. Little did you know he was exactly the type of person you needed in your life.

Other info: Fluff, humor, sfw, enemies to lovers, some hurt/comfort and angst later, character growth, occurs after the version 3.3 Archon quest and Tighnari's story quest, female reader

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*****

Your arm didn't sting anymore. The pain medication finally kicked in. Despite your experience with fire, this was the first time you'd gotten burned.

You sat on the bench, now settled in Pardis Dhyai, and Tighnari inspected and redressed your wounds.

"You should be fine now," he said, kneeling in front of you, placing the rest of the bandages back into his satchel. "It shouldn't take long to heal as long as you keep it clean and reapply the salve I gave you earlier."

Wanderer slumped on the bench, elbow on knee and chin on hand. You took your arm back from Tighnari and gave him a brief thank you.

The sky was dim as the sun set behind you and the nocturnal insects had begun their hums. "You should probably rest for now," Tighnari told you. "I'll see if I can reschedule our meeting for–"

"Tighnari, you said you'd come hours ago.” A slender lady walked up behind him, placing her hands on her hips. She had pale turquoise hair and her white dress was decorated with isometric diamonds that were different hues of blue and green. You knew exactly who it was. It was Madam Faruzan.

Wanderer raised a brow and a slight scowl spread on his face. He didn't bother trying to hide his annoyance at her interruption. You squeezed his hand tight as a warning to be polite, but he merely snapped a look at you as if you were asking for something unreasonable.

"I could've been preparing for tomorrow's lecture," Faruzan told Tighnari. "Don't tell me you’ve completely forgotten."

The sky was getting dark, and you were tired from the long day. The battle with the Fatui dragged over today's schedule, and your legs were sore, not to mention the added difficulty of an injured arm.

“You're not the only one with places to go, you know,” said Wanderer with a click of his tongue, standing up in front of you. "Can't you see we're busy right now and that she needs some rest?"

You bit your lip and pulled him back onto the bench. Why must he be this rude to one of the esteemed professors from the Akademiya?

"First of all," Faruzan said to Wanderer, crossing her arms, "I was talking to Tighnari here. You should mind your manners, young man."

Wanderer merely snorted.

“Just what is so funny?” Faruzan reprimanded.

You wanted to disappear into the bench. Maybe she wouldn't notice you were here.

“It's just amusing how you thought I was younger than you,” he replied. "Last I checked, I'm actually older than everyone here – combined."

Faruzan took a step back. "What? H-how is that even possible?" she asked. “Then why do you look so young?”

“Are you really asking yourself that?” Wanderer said, rolling his eyes. “You of all people? Just what exactly do they teach at the Akademiya for everyone to be so stupid?”

In your panic, you jabbed him hard with your elbow, to the point where he forced out a cough. You couldn't risk a drop in your reputation that came from being associated with him.

“Madam Faruzan," Collei tapped her shoulder. "Please allow me to explain.”

You gave a sigh in relief, thankful she was here.

“Your meeting is actually with these two,” Collei continued, giving her a bashful smile. “I told Tighnari to wait for them here because Y/n got injured earlier. They saved us from some Fatui we ran into."

"Oh dear." Faruzan turned her attention to you, now noticing the bandaged arm under your sleeve. She knelt down to get a closer look but was careful not to touch it. "I apologize for my rudeness earlier,” she said after ensuring you were fine. “I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that."

“Hmph. I'm surprised you even apologized,” Wanderer commented. You threw him another look.

“Well then,” Tighnari said, clapping his hands together. “Since that's all settled, Faruzan, Wanderer is the one who reacted to the speckled posies the other day.” Tighnari must have spoken to her about your dilemma.

“It was these two?” Faruzan said now connecting the dots. “So that's what this meeting was about. Why did you need to be so secretive about it?” she said with hands on her hips. “And here I thought they were a pair of researchers who just happened to be a couple.”

“What?” asked Wanderer.

“Oh… Umm…” you said, not sure how to respond to her. You really didn't want her to think you'd like someone like him. “Why would you say that?”

“Well, based on how concerned Hat Guy was just now…” she began, glancing at you two. You couldn't help but wonder why she had a skeptical look on her face. Was there something you missed?

“Well… that doesn't matter right now.” Faruzan brushed off the topic. “You wanted me to help you investigate why Wanderer goes unconscious, did you not?”

“That's right,” said Tighnari after clearing his throat. “Wanderer's symptoms were the same as Kartaka’s.” He briefly explained the current complications with Kartaka and discussed how it'd be best to keep his existence discreet. You had no idea this was why he never mentioned this to you earlier.

According to Tighnari, with Faruzan's knowledge of mechanical life forms from the past, he hoped she'd have an idea for why Wanderer had the same reaction as Kartaka did. He had called himself a puppet before but maybe there were some similarities with this ancient technology.

“To be honest,” said Faruzan, “I'm not sure if I'll be much help.”

“I have some other ideas I can experiment,” Tighnari replied. “I'll just need you to observe and see if anything looks familiar to you.”

What Tighnari brought was much more elaborate than you had expected. He pulled out various vials from his satchel as well as other fabrics and materials for testing. You didn't understand what exactly he was experimenting as he discussed his finding with Faruzan, but you simply followed his instructions, hoping they'd come to a conclusion.

A few of the tests required Wanderer to go unconscious again. It had been a while since you'd seen him laying on the ground like that, and you held your breath every time he didn't wake up immediately. You knew you needed to find a permanent solution, but it was difficult to see him in that state considering all the time you had spent together.

“I'm sorry to say that all these tests were… inconclusive,” said Tighnari.

Faruzan sighed before stretching her arms with a yawn. “You know, why don't you just look for a replacement part?” she suggested. “From the looks of it, I think our findings confirmed your original hypothesis. It's as if one of his organs is malfunctioning.”

“But even after all of these tests, we don't even know which part of me is malfunctioning,” said Wanderer. “How would I–?” he stopped himself and sighed, rubbing his palm on his forehead. “We're back where we started.”

You were all circling back to the same conclusion you had with Nahida and Baizhu, the conclusion you desperately wanted to avoid. You bit your bottom lip, reaching for a different answer, one that didn't include the Electro Archon. “There isn't anyone else we could ask for help?” you asked.

“There's always the Doctor,” said Wanderer with a snort. “He had previously figured out some of my inner workings.”

Your eyes grew wide with hope. “Why didn't you bring him up earlier?” you asked. “This could've been fixed by now.”

“Ah. I see,” Tighnari said with a hand on his chin. “I didn't know you were acquainted with him as well.”

“You know him, Master Tighnari?” asked Collei, her voice a little shaky.

“Let's just say I've met him briefly before,” he said while crossing his arms. “He wanted to take Haypasia.”

Collei gasped, hands covering her mouth. Her arms and legs froze and she bit her lip.

“This was a long time ago,” he said. “You know yourself that she's perfectly fine.”

Collei's shoulders remained stiff, and you knew you must have been missing some vital information. “So… is this Doctor not an option then?” you asked.

“No!” shouted Collei, realizing she said that a bit too loudly. “No,” she said again after adjusting her tone. “He might just…” she began to say, but her eyes wavered and grew dark, their usual light was gone. She didn't finish her sentence.

“He'd perform all kinds of experiments on us,” Wanderer finally explained with a sigh. “To say he'll have no regard for our well-being is putting it lightly.”

Collei's eyes grew wide at him. “Did he… ” she rubbed her arm, almost as if to soothe an invisible wound. “You too?” she asked.

“Well, in a different life, yes,” he said with a shrug. “But there's no use in discussing this anyway. He and the rest of the Fatui don't remember a single thing about me.”

So it was the Fatui. Despite learning some of Wanderer's past, you knew very little about his time with them. He mentioned it here and there with very little context, so you could hardly piece together a picture of his life there. Now you received another part of the puzzle; he was a victim too.

You had learned of the Fatui by chance, unfortunately because of Collei's trauma. A Fatui diplomat was in the city while the two of you carried some food from the tavern on the way home. Her trembling hands ruined the cake for Kamran’s birthday, but you were fortunately able to piece it back together. That was when Collei explained her past to you when you got home.

So seeing that Wanderer had a similar past, you had a glimpse of why he wished for revenge. For the first time, you felt like you understood him.

And that was why you'd never go back home.

Faruzan left for the night as the rest of you made your way back to Gandharva Ville. Collei had her bed back and you slept on the floor again but this time with Wanderer next to you. After staring up at the ceiling, you turned on your side to face him and inched a little closer to him.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked.

You sighed, lying on your back once again. Collei was already fast asleep.

“Nothing. I'm doing absolutely nothing.”

*****

Wanderer clicked his tongue as you dragged him to the House of Dana for the third time this week. The meeting with Faruzan only concluded with what the two of you didn't want to hear: the next logical move was to see that woman.

You had been sleeping in more. It wouldn't have been a cause of concern if you were merely going to bed later than usual. But there were instances where you had trouble getting out of bed, almost lethargic at times. You would quickly regain your energy after eating breakfast, but Tighnari had instructed to keep an eye on your condition.

But you? You were ignoring it.

You continued with the work for your internship, not even addressing the issue of him being stuck to you anymore. He didn't care much either since he was forced to tolerate you and your habits the longer you were together. You would even compromise to his wants when he used to have to force his way instead. It was like you simply accepted that you'd never find a solution to being attached to him.

Until you had fainted.

Wanderer had caught you once again and this time it had taken you two days before you had woken up. And he had to remain by your side as Collei nursed you back to health.

“At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if you just decided to drop me at the ravine over there,” he joked.

It was the obvious solution to your deteriorating health. Just let go of the one who was draining the energy out of you.

“No,” you said. Your answer was firm.

So now here you were in the House of Dana in the dead of night, flipping through any book you could find in hopes of finding a way to keep you both alive. The topics varied widely: mechanical core applications, Archon energy manipulation, ways to access Irminsul, vishap creation myths… the list went on.

“I have no clue how to even pronounce half of these words,” you said, groaning into your hands. You sat on the cold tile floor, leaning your back against his. A book laid on your lap from the ancient alchemy section and neither of you were an expert in the area. “I should just ask some of the scholars in the other departments.”

“And how exactly do you plan on bribing them to do the work for you?” Wanderer chided.

“We could at least ask,” you replied. “There's no harm in trying.”

Wanderer closed his own book. Learning about the history of runes wasn't going anywhere. “Let's go to Inazuma.”

You didn't reply. This was exactly how he thought you were going to react. You had shut down all conversations related to Inazuma, even more so lately, and you tended to avoid whatever you didn't like.

So you didn't talk to him. You continued to look through your stack of books and it slowly dwindled as the hours went by. You let out a yawn and the next thing he knew you had audaciously cuddled against him and wrapped your arms around his elbow.

“What do you think you're–”

“The war in Inazuma created a food shortage,” you told him.

Wanderer raised a brow. That was an abrupt change of topic. And because he was a being who didn't understand hunger, he couldn't empathize.

“What's this got to do with anything?” he asked.

You went quiet again. The library was empty, now nearing dusk, and its high ceiling gave a feeling of hollowness. Your voice had a slight tremble in its timber, but you carried on as if it was nothing of importance.

“My brother was a fisherman,” you said with a smile, but he could feel the rise and fall off your breath against his shoulder. “He didn't worship Orobashi like the rest of the island. He was loyal to the Electro Archon and I never understood why.”

“Why are you even telling me this?” Wanderer asked. “Did you think I'd care?”

You shoved his shoulder. “Can't you just listen?”

“Why would I bother listening to another person's sob story?”

“Ugh. Forget it,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why did I even try?”

You picked up another book and Wanderer returned to his. He didn't understand why you thought he could give you any comfort. He didn't remember much from Watatsumi either. His dealings were limited to the delusion factory and nothing was particularly relevant to him from that island besides the Resistance.

He flipped a page but his attention was elsewhere. After a few more pages and a sigh, he finally asked, “Did you go hungry too?”

“What?”

“Forget it,” he said. “If you don't want to answer the question, I'm not going to force you.”

“Seriously? You shut me down just to ask again?”

“You know, I don't even get why you want to tell me.”

“I brought it up because I thought you'd want to know why I don't want to go to Inazuma,” you said, slamming your book shut. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, you could understand because of what happened to you with the Fatui. I could understand why you'd want to avoid them too.”

“Ha. You think I'm scared of them?” he said.

“That's not what I said–”

“I simply just have no reason to associate with them. If anything, I'd rather not go back to Inazuma either.”

You were about to throw back a remark at him, but instead you stopped and you sighed and you rubbed the temples of your forehead. You muttered to yourself something about calming down and you fiddled with the spine of your book.

A moment or two later, you tried talking to him again. “Did you have bad memories in Inazuma too?” you asked.

He sighed and shifted his legs to a more comfortable position. “Why do you even bother asking?” he said, rolling his eyes. “Everything was fine and dandy every single time I was there.”

Despite his sarcasm, you didn't add anything else. You went silent as if you didn't want to touch the topic anymore. He wouldn't care either way. It was over and done with and he was glad you didn't try to comfort him. But was that really what he wanted? Just another person who let him be, and not interfere with the status quo?

He shook his head. No. It was better this way. You wouldn't want to see him when his feathers were ruffled the wrong way. Or worse, like that wild dog that bit Niwa while it was in pain. He was an idiot for nursing it back to health. Wanderer let out a sigh, remembering when his wife scolded him for getting hurt.

You eventually fell asleep on the library floor, giving up on your struggle to keep your eyes open. The amount of effort you'd put into this was absurd. Did you really want to avoid Inazuma at all costs?

You tugged on his arm as you stirred on the floor and he couldn't believe how troublesome you were. With a scoff, he lifted your arm up and muttered to himself about how fortunate you were that Nahida's home was close by. You'd better not slap him when you wake up.

Wanderer attempted to prop you up on his back, but something got caught in one of the books. It was the bandages from your arm and it began to unravel. Wanderer scrambled to reach for it, only for the whole thing to fall apart anyway. He awkwardly froze with no clue how to proceed. If he bent down to pick it up, you'd wake up. Wait. Why did he care anyway?

But before he could fully change his mind, your arm caught his eye. It had mostly healed and when he lifted your sleeve to take a look at it, he saw a scar that he never noticed when he tended your wounds. It was distinct from the burn you got from protecting him. He had seen this type of wound before from a delusion, a delusion made from crystal marrow, and it had been years since he’d seen one.

He decided he might as well bring you to Nahida's. You'd just have to get your wounds dressed again there, whenever you decided to wake up of course. The sun was rising as students began to make their way into the Akademiya. A few familiar faces turned their heads, gawking at the two of you. He rolled his eyes wondering if they had never seen a sleeping student before as he carried you through the school.

*****

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kvnis · 3 months

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Doggy to pronebone with Scara?

౨ৎ ﹒ dumb, dumb, dumber .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so tired from almost hours of fucking, you simply collapse flat onto the sheets; but that won’t stop scaramouche.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, degrading, creampie, implied dacryphilia ?, mentioned marking.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ new theme (again) . . . i’m indecisive and idk if this one is better or the original one hsjsi i can’t decidee , i think it’s calmer on the eyes

a hand on the back of your head, yanking it back, pulls you out of your lust-induced haze. your hands frantically grip the sheets as scaramouche mercilessly pounded into you from behind.

your back was bent at an almost uncomfortable angle, his hands holding your hips up. the drag of his long cock against your walls is making you see stars, every ridge and vein only adding to the dull pain of over-sensitivity.

you can’t remember how many times you’ve came already. your thighs have already began to shake and are threatening to give out at any minute. your mind is fully fuzzy and you can’t remember anything except the feeling of his dick stretching you out.

it stuffed you to the brim, reducing you to a pitiful pile of mush splayed out beautifully on the sheets. your body aches, scaramouche’s back pressing flush against you.

his plush lips press tender kisses down the side of your neck, eliciting low whines of pleasure you didn’t even know you were physically capable of making.

you tried your best to muffle them by covering your mouth with the back of your palm. however, even that simple movement of bringing it up to your mouth burned with every nerve of your muscles.

scaramouche’s eyes pierce into the back of your head at the notion that you were trying to conceal your own noises from him. his hand leaves your hair to grasp your wrist, pinning it behind your back to enable your noises to come tumbling from your lips.

you’re left panting, the raw force of his thrusts immediately taking your breath away. all of the noises you were previously restraining were being babbled out shamelessly, alongside multiple pleas and cries.

“p-please… i c—i can’t!” you sob out, head handing low from your fatigue. you could already feel another orgasm building up for the nth time that night; you were practically falling apart.

your eyes roll back in your head and flutter shut at the dull pain of his grip turning bruising around your wrist, his other hand going down to rub and trace circles on your puffy bud.

“you can, just one more. you can do that, right?” he murmurs in your ear, his thrusts increasing in pace as he felt your walls squeeze his length.

he’s said that for the fourth time that night, and at this rate you don’t think that this would ever end.

you strangle out a moan as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your body shivering and twitching as endorphins flood through your veins and your vision flashes white for a brief moment.

coming down from your high, your whole body thrums with exhaustion, the last fibres of your will being the only thing holding your body up, but your resolve was crumbling.

with a harsh thrust from scaramouche, you collapse flat onto the bed and he immediately takes this opportunity to rest his weight on you, one of his hands pinning your hand to the bed and the other one holding onto the back of your head.

“n-no more…” you attempt to complain, but you were left unheard as scaramouche repeatedly slammed his whole length into you.

a soft scream was ripped from your throat as he fucks you into the mattress, your head being pushed into the pillow as your eyes begin to water from the overstimulation on your abused pussy.

scaramouche’s head buries into the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on a fold of your skin with the aim to leave a mark. your head cranes side to side, squirming away from all the stimulation.

his hand fists in your hair, pulling your head out of the pillow to see your messy expression. a smirk grew on his face, feeling prideful at the fact that he was the one that reduced you to this.

“why are you trying to squirm away so badly?” he teases you, mirth laced up in his saccharine tone. “you know you want this as much as i do…”

your glassy eyes flit to him, a silent voice of agreement. you hated to admit, as much as this was borderline painful, it felt heavenly; you wouldn’t dare deny it. he knew what to touch and how to push you over the edge to make your mind shatter like this. he probably knew your body better than you knew your own body.

you bite your lip, eyes coming into contact with his. a heat flushes over your face at the sudden intimacy. you try to turn away, but the iron grip his hand had your hair in just wouldn’t let you go.

your mouth parts as he angles his hips just right, pounding straight against your sweet spot and making you slack in his hold. the only thing giving you support in this moment was him.

“f-fuck…” you spat under your breath. “there… there…” you beg, mindlessly. all inhibitions thrown out the window, pain and pleasure merging to create one mangled mess in the mist of your brain.

“that feel good?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, smirking at the face that you made as he pushed your sanity to the brink. “you gonna cum that quickly? after i’ve fucked you so dumb on my cock.”

you writhe and whimper at his words, that finally being your tipping point as you cum around him for the seventh or eighth time that evening. honestly, you lost count after the first two, everything else being a blur.

from the sensation, scaramouche releases deep inside of you, letting out a quiet groan straight into your ear as your walls squeezed him dry. his eyes roll in his skull at the sensation.

your senses dull, and you’d have probably passed out in the middle of it if he continued on any longer. he peppers a bundle of soft kisses against the racing pulse of your neck, slowly and carefully pulling out as to not hurt you beyond how spent you already are.

scaramouche hummed, watching his cum dribble out of your used up folds. he observed, how your thighs trembled and your breath broke with every exhale.

his finger trails up your side, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face, only now realising you had easily fallen asleep in a matter of seconds.

nevertheless, he presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your limp body closer, burying his face into your chest and basking in your natural warmth for the time being.

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tartaroooo · 7 days

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Two Sides of the Same Coin

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

Harbinger!Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Notes: Hi, I caved. So for those asking for a part 2 on certain stories... I'm not sure how to approach a part 2 for the two of them so I did this instead. Hopefully, it satisfies you AHAHAHAHA. Also, I'm not that well-versed in writing smut but hey, I tried-

Warning: harbinger x secretary lol, cursing, NSFW, marking

Scaramouche hates everyone. That’s a fact.

Yet for some reason, he despises you.

He detests the flicker of luster within your eyes when your lips voice a low hum, triggering your body to sway along to whatever illusive melody is in that tiny brain of yours. He loathes your gratified, cat-like stretches, a testimony that amplifies his obscene appetite. He finds himself revolted by your ability to catapult his judgment far from the naked eye, and inspire his thoughts to vanish into nonexistence.

He hates this so fucking much.

How can one even bear this much animosity towards someone? Even he didn’t know. All he was aware of was how much it aggravated him when he saw you exhibiting interest in anyone that wasn’t him. For Archon’s sake, you were his secretary. Not Childe’s. Not Dottore’s. Not even Her Majesty’s.

His secretary.

Is that so hard to understand? Even a brain like yours could surely discern something so unambiguous. So why were you still preoccupied with others? Especially with those worms who were beneath his rank? How baffling could this concept be that even you can not be conscious of it?

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

For someone like Scaramouche, life was nothing but a cruel joke. Providing him the luminescence of his longing only to be dispelled and scattered within the air he didn’t need. It has happened three times already. He doesn’t need it to resurface and transpire again.

He despises you so much he won't let you be his 4th.

And he despises you so much he’ll make sure to drill this lesson in that thick-headed skull of yours.

Wretched whines and hitched gasps reflect around the room, only to bounce against the walls and into Scara’s ear, appeasing his vulgar notions. He's been at it for… how long now? An hour? Or two? He couldn't remember. But why should he keep track? He was far gone, consumed by his irrational side that led his sensibility astray. Everything around him has withered away as his focal point shifted to your mellow and inviting passage. The tight heat provided solace akin to that of a home. His home. Oh, how he wishes he could stay inside of you forever.

“Remember this, you fucking whore”, he hisses as he adjusts your position for his convenience. He relished the way your nails jab at his skin, scraping against his back as he rams into your sweet spot. It drove him insane. Despite the turmoil of sweat and cum, the movement of his hips does not falter. If anything, he proceeds to fasten his pace. "I'm your boss," he growls as his slender fingers curl around your hips, "Your Harbinger."

His lips twitched upwards as he instilled in his memory the way your face contorted in pleasure. "And you...", he pauses, only to deliver a hard thrust that provokes more moans to spill out your pretty mouth,

"You are nothing more than my secretary"

Scara kept jack hammering into you, forcing your face on the pillow to stifle your piercing cries of ecstasy as he subdued you. He's going to make sure you'll be the good little bitch he wants you to be. His figure looms over you like a shadow, an impending threat as he takes you from behind. "You obey me", he snarls as he inclines his head near your ear. He grapples your chin for him to catch a glimpse of your adorable face. It delights him to see your tear streaked features pressed against the pillow, seeking an end to this twisted play as your body argues and wails for more. At a leisurely pace, he slithers down your neck as his hot breath leaves a succession of feather light kisses on your skin. "You do everything I tell you to do"

With a vigorous bite, he slams with ferocity before burying himself in a great depth inside you. A wanton moan pushes past your lips as he starts to grind. It was euphoric, a dopamine boost that is sure to maneuver him over the edge. "I'm not going to let anyone have you,” he chuckles, “not even the gods"

His hold was secure, ensuring that you can’t slip away. Not like you would anyways. Not when you get a thrill out of this as much as he does. He knows how much you savor every inch of his cock as it throbs and shudders against your tight walls

"Just you wait", he grins against the comfort of your complexion as he unhands your hips, "I'll become a god”

“Your god"

He withdraws from the intimate space with a smirk. He stationed his hands on top of your thighs, before spreading them apart. An incentive to impale himself further into you and propel you to see Celestia in all its glory..

"And you'll be my first follower. You'll devote yourself to me and me only. You'll worship like the fucking god I am"

His thoughts ran back to the failures of the past. Past people who fractured glass words known as promises, who didn’t care enough to sustain him in their grasp, who withdrew from his life and left him to fend for himself. Each one of them took a piece of the puppet, and never had the heart to return it back. And now, in your grasp was a substantial segment of him that he never wanted to give away. Yet, somehow, you had managed to snatch it away.

He hates you for it.

And he hates himself even more for wanting you to keep it.

So he has no choice. He won't let you be one of them. He won't allow himself to lose you too.

"I'll keep you safe. I'll always look after my most devoted follower"

He's going to become a god, that’s for sure. He’s going to attain the towering heights of power possible and bind you to him for all eternity. He veers down, before puncturing your flesh with his teeth. It leaves a deep impression on your smooth skin. A mark of promise.

"So don't you dare fucking leave me behind. Understand?"

"I won't allow it”

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kefiteria · 1 month

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Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

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bsverryin · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ Rizz-ing up genshin men pt.2

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Kaeya, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Childe

Plot?

╰┈➤ how you became friends to lovers from rizzing them up.

✎ possible warning ⚠️ mention of alcohol. Neuvillette is not CHARACTER ACCURATE I just wanted to include him because he's hot Fluff/wholesome how you became their friend, lover after. HEAD CANNONS ONLY !! I don't know if it's character accurate enough but I tried my best, again I can't assure you of PERFECT grammar, enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham didn't let it slide right after you tried to rizz him, he didn't have time for these childish things such as the thing called rizz, but this man also has that unspoken rizz. I can't even deny that

Alhaitham saved you from mentally dying because of you being careless around the sumeru, basically you were about to get tricked to spend all your money to have someone to guide you throughout the sumeru, turns out that doesn't exist in sumeru. They can't blame you, you're a visitor from another nation.

"Does the nation you live in teach you to be a fool or are you just that naive?" Alhaitham said. He was annoyed because you gave him more work which is saving you from being too nice and careless.

"No but it's important to be nice at all times." You said a little concerned, you were about to spend all your money on random strangers you just met, it was because they looked nice. It was your reason.

"That doesn't apply here." He sighed and he walked with you inside the sumeru watching you buy things that you won't even need. You're a rich person from the other land, he can't stop you and all he did was watch you. I guess it wasn't so bad for alhaitham to spend his free time with you.

After a few hours, you finally stopped shopping and you felt as if alhaitham felt happy and relieved that you're done. You stood in front of him to smile and you gave him a gift as a thanks, it was the most expensive jewelry you found on sumeru that fits alhaitham's style.

He was going to refuse your gift but you said it was your thanks and asked for his number, he was hesitating to give his number to someone he just met but he thought that it won't be that bad, that's what he thought. He regretted his decision when you kept texting him and rizz-ing him up all the time, he might've just put his phone on do not disturb but then finds himself looking for your messages.

You got closer through chats despite him leaving you on read most of the time and telling you to stop sending unnecessary messages sometimes you meet him and give him expensive gifts, it was your love language.

After months and months of being friends You confessed first, if he rejected you, you'd go back to your hometown but if he didn't maybe you'll stay for a while.

"What made you think that I don't appreciate someone like you? Y/N?"

: ̗̀➛ Childe

Childe knows what rizz is and he lets you rizz him because he doesn't see why not?! You both rizz each other up and boost each other's confidence, you have this very healthy relationship with him which is really good for the both of you.

You were up all night strategizing how you can steal toys for your little brother, your little brother doesn't show much emotion but this time your little brother showed so much interest over a toy, it was the first time he did, you wanted to be the best big sister and give him the toy he liked, however you didn't have much money for the toy.

"Hey girlie, it's not right to steal a toy.." someone behind you said as you shiver in fear, feeling scared that someone caught you from stealing something expensive.

You were about to run but he caught up to you saying that he will buy it for you since he's buying it for his little brother too, the man didn't look so bad and had fun talking about how much he loves his family. You thought it was weird at first but he wasn't so bad.

"how can I repay you?" You said curiously, he chuckled and said you didn't have to but you're so persuasive that he just asked for your number and that's all, he texted you first and started rizzing you up but he tries his best not to creep you out, in fact he was the one who taught you how to rizz someone up.

For some reason you got much better than him at rizz-ing up someone, you both got along so well and he was such a nice guy he may have confessed that he was part of a harbinger which made you act really surprised but didn't really know what it was about.

He confessed first, he loved the way that you're family-oriented just like him and you got along so well talking about your families and yourself at the same time, you loved him too much to reject him.

"You're really cute. Do you know that, YN?"

: ̗̀➛ WANDERER

Wanderer is always annoyed by you trying to rizz him up, but some part of it he can't deny that he likes it but he still hates it, he may have blocked you a thousand times but still unblocking you days later because you're his little pet.

"You crazy creature, what are you doing with that low-life creature?" Wanderer said with his annoyed and disgusted glare after looking at you trying to experiment the abyss mage he killed.

"I'm scientist Y/n at your service!" You gave him a positive-smiling look while you're putting your gloves on in the middle of a forest. Yes, you're experimenting an abyss mage in a forest. He gave you a look while you're experimenting the dead mage.

After finishing, you asked for his number so that he can kill those monsters who you'll use for your experiments, but he didn't give his number easily. You persuaded him successfully in return you'll do everything he asks. That's when you started to message him all the time, trying to rizz him which he ends up blocking you. You had to meet him and ask for him to unblock you sometimes.

"One more message like that and I'll never unblock you again." You chuckled when you heard his words as he started to kill the next abyss mage you're gonna experiment on, after that he made you run a lot of errands for him just because he killed the abyss mage for you. You had no choice but to do anything he asks.

The only time where you get along with each other is when you're both not talking and minding your own business because if not then it's always gonna be a war. You both are prideful and too much for each other but it wasn't that bad.

Again, you both are prideful that it took years for you to confess your feelings towards wanderer, you realized that you loved it whenever you're with him and annoying him as much as you can because he doesn't get mad as much as before but he still does. Surprisingly, he liked you back but you never knew the reason why.

"You're so silly thinking I don't like you. Scientist Y/N"

: ̗̀➛ Neuvillette

Neuvillette is so nonchalant but he loves it when you rizz him up, it makes him real happy but he doesn't show it, another man who doesn't like showing emotions.

You met this man when you were wandering in the streets around Fontaine, you didn't know where to go. Everyone was so private that they thought you were an enemy because you didn't dress like them.

That's where you saw neuvillette, he was having a little break and walking around Fontaine, it was his usual hobby walking around his own city and you knew him because everyone kept talking about him, some are good some aren't. You decided to go off and talk to this man and everyone around Fontaine looked at you like you were crazy.

It was a good decision at least, you got his number because you kept telling him you're poor, had no place to live and you're thrown out maybe he felt a little pity for you but he may have regretted the decision of telling you his number because all you did was rizz him up message him about what's the best thing to do in Fontaine, you didn't seem and sound like a poor person at all so he considered himself tricked by you but he still has a good heart and didn't block you.

You were cheerful around him, he was having a great time with you but for some reason you try and rizz him up whenever you had the chance too.

"Stop saying the same pick-up lines over and over again." He said as he sipped his tea while you ate a lot of good Fontaine specialty, it was his treat of course.

"It's not my fault you look heavenly!" You smiled and teased him a lot. After all, you couldn't pay him as much as he was spending to you.

He liked you first but you confessed first because of trying so hard to rizz him up you really did fall in love with him he was everything you could ever ask for.

"Y/N, just tell me when you want to meet me, I'll be waiting for your cheesy pickup lines."

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA

Kaeya owns the word rizz tbh he just has too many rizz and both of you just exchange your rizz lines and you both just got used to it, he likes it when you rizz him up as he does the same with you. You were casually drinking and making friends when you spotted kaeya, You decided to rizz him up without any questions, it was the best thing you ever did because you got his number easily, you message him a lot and send over the most rizz lines. It was a little unfair because he had all the world's rizz and he's just so cool all the time, he may be busy sometimes but you're his favorite lady and gives you half of his time, you drink with him and talk about many life related things. "Do you think I have more rizz than you?" you asked before drinking the dandelion wine you ordered. "I don't know, you wanna find out?" Kaeya said with the most flirtatious tone with his little smirk, you both kept flirting with each other overtime. You appreciated the way he gives you time despite his pretty busy schedule after all he was part of the knights of favonius. You both didn't confess at each other because you both knew you liked each other mutually, you both started a relationship because you knew it yourselves. He was sweet and all you could ever ask for. "Let's have another drink for the night, Y/N"

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kunikukitty · 4 months

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Who is he?

✐ wanderer x reader

You are a sucker for beautiful things. Your obsession with beauty could sometimes be described to be unbelievable.

The world is full of beauty, they say. But oh, how wrong they are. Maybe because your eyes only feast on something of a high quality, your standards are unmatched. Or perhaps, the world itself is just full of ugliness that people fail to recognize.

But still, you often find yourself bored as you are deprived to see another pretty little thing.

Well at least, the nature of Sumeru is top tier. No matter how ugly the people are, the nation itself is a sight to behold. The greeny scenery, tall trees that is absolutely pleasing to look at, clear waters that flow within the river, and many more.

Because of this, you're frequently making biased judgments. And worse, you get scammed sometimes. To add to it, you're naturally impulsive. As long as it's something pleasing to look at, it is automatically good— if it does not appeal to your eyes, then it's bad.

However, you are hungry for perfection. So at least, beauty is not beautiful if it has flaws— or so you think.

This does not limit on objects or whatnots, but also towards people. Sure, humans are all good looking— but not to the point that they are attractive to the perspectives of everyone. You rarely see a face so beautiful that belongs to a person whose attitude is also the same. Therefore, you often find yourself disappointed when you try to befriend someone with attractive appearance.

But not all, of course! Kaveh from Kshahrewar has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. He has a good heart, but you're too shy to actually try to build a friendship with him. Nilou too, a dancer from Zubayr Theater. Her face is gorgeous, her performances are absolutely flawless. Good for you, she is now your best friend, thanks to your admiration for her.

And then a day comes where your heart almost stopped from beating. You see a beautiful boy— no, that is an understatement. His beauty is otherworldly, something you couldn't describe. His skin is pale, a cool tone, so flawless and white it looked like he's a porcelain doll sculptured with greatest care. His skin color contrasted his indigo hair— with that dark hue, it makes his paleness even more vibrant.

Oh, he barely looks human. Dolls are crafted with the purpose of being good looking, but as you observe the man's appearance, you doubt that dolls could even compare.

How come you've only noticed him today? Is he new, perhaps? After all, if you've been in the same room as him before, he would surely have your attention taken just like right now.

You observe him more while you're standing a little far away, mouth gape open. You're speechless, that much is clear. Who allowed him to exist? Your irises watched his every move, even the way he walks is beautiful.

You almost gasped when he halted his steps and turned his head to your direction, his indigo orbs meeting your own. You swear you could faint just by having an eye-contact with him.

Indigo, just like his hair. You had almost forgotten what Kaveh's eye color is as you continued to stare at whoever this man is. His stare is cold, piercing and sharp. Alhaitham from Haravatat also has a cold look, but this unknown man looks colder, almost unforgiving. But you're not intimidated— maybe in normal occasion, you would be. But the beauty of his eyes is unmatched, nobody could compare. And so you indulge in staring, wanting to memorize every bit of his appearance. His lips looks soft with pinkish color, it fits him well especially with that kind of skin.

You wanted to approach him, to talk to him, to take a closer look, to watch him more— but you felt glued in your feet. He looked away as he began to walk again and that made you want to run after him— but what would be your excuse for talking to him? Ask for his name? You do want to know his name. You don't understand why you can't feel your legs, why won't it move as usual. Maybe you're way too shaken of his appearance, you don't realize.

Before you could even come to your senses, he's already nowhere to be found.

Looking at him felt like hours that you wish to never end, but when he looked away it felt like you didn't stare enough. Like it only lasted for seconds, which is true.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You wish to know his origins, you wanted to know him more, look at him more...

Surely, you'd see him again, right? He's not just a visitor of Akademiya, right? You hope that's not the case. You don't know his name, if he's also a scholar and what his darshan is, you know nothing aside from his gorgeous appearance.

Did you even look at his clothes? Because you do not remember if he's wearing a uniform of the Akademiya.

You looked around, searching every corner with your eyes, trying to find a sight of his beauty once more— but he's nowhere. You went to the library too, and to the other places inside the Akademiya, but not a single strand of his indigo hair could be found.

He's not just a pigment of your imagination, is he?

For days, you used your time asking people about him. Your description of him is always over explained that you even use figure of speech, which earned a confused or disbelief expression from others.

You would sit at the same spot where you saw him, thinking that maybe he would be there again.

Until successfully, a vahumana scholar recognized who you meant.

"Ah, that aloof pretty boy?"

"I don't know about his personality, but yes he's a pretty boy indeed." You answered, your mind hovering over the scholar's words. Aloof? He's an introvert, then? Oh, that makes him more attractive in your eyes. Reserved men are always attractive.

"Mhm, yes. I believe we're talking about the same person. Pale skin and indigo hair, yeah that's him."

You repeatedly nodded at her words, your excitement growing upon thinking that you would meet him again.

"But he's unapproachable... I rarely see him talk to anybody."

So he's not just in a bad mood that day? His eyes really looks like that, cold and distant? You would pay millions to see warmth in him, you wonder how would he look like.

"If you're looking for more information about that guy, the vahumana scholars are the best to ask." She added.

Your interest is even more piqued. "His darshan is vahumana?"

"I'm not sure... But yes, he's often around the corners for vahumana."

That's good news! He's not just a visitor, that means you could see him again.

You said your goodbye to the nice lady, a big smile forming in your lips as you daydream about meeting him again. In which, you wish, you could talk to him this time.

You also wonder how his voice sounds like. Would it be dreamy? You wanted to hear.

The smile in your face was replaced with a frown as you asked another scholar.

"I'm telling you, you wouldn't want to speak with him. Bad attitude, that's what he have." The scholar said with pure distaste in his tone, genuinely annoyed about the man he's speaking about.

Ah... yet another pretty face with ugly personality? Another waste?

Usually, you would get disappointed and you would be no longer interested. Yet for some reason, you became even more curious of him.

Maybe because his beauty is one of a kind that you don't care if he's someone insufferable.

But maybe, there's something way much more beautiful underneath? Maybe, just maybe, he just doesn't want anyone to get pass through the thick wall he built around himself— and behind that wall is a treasure hidden.

He's such a mystery you wish to uncover.

"Bad attitude in what way, exactly?" You asked, your eyes sparking in excitement as if you're too impatient and you wanted to know everything already.

"He has a foul mouth," The scholar clicked his tongue in annoyance. "and an arrogant aura, I dare say."

You nodded your head. Foul mouth? Arrogant? He's not just a simple cold hearted man?

"And what's even more irritating is that he's late to start in an essay yet finished it on time, rich in words. And then he got recognized for it?! His work was the best, they say?!"

You watch as he grumbled, almost muttering to himself with knitted eyebrow and a sour expression.

Oh, so the mysterious man is also smart..? A smile formed in your lips again. He's really attractive, isn't he?

You observe the scholar's expression. Maybe he said that the pretty boy was arrogant because he's just jealous? So perhaps, he isn't.

"I can't stand him! And his huge ass hat!"

You had a questioning look in your face now. "Huge ass hat?"

"What? You don't see him wear it? I always see him with it, a waste of space!"

"No, are we talking about the same person?" You only saw him once, and without any hat.

He sighed in annoyance. "He's all what I could think of with your description."

"Do you perhaps know what his name is?"

"I don't know, I don't bother to know. He usually doesn't bother to talk to anyone, anyway. But when he opens his mouth, he's spouting insults like he's someone superior!" He rants again.

You nodded once more. When you asked questions regarding his whereabouts, none could provide an answer. Not even anyone could tell where he's mostly seen. He's like a wind, he's everywhere but at the same time he's nowhere. You'll see him once in awhile, but not everytime.

You sighed as you bid farewell to the angered scholar. Seriously, what's with the mysterious wind around him?

Another day without seeing him. But at least, you gained a lead regarding his attitude. Distant and snarky. Not bad, you guess. Maybe his tongue isn't as sharp as they say, maybe they're just easily offended. You hope he's not as bad as they make it out to be. After all, you can't handle people that are coarse.

The next day came, and you felt lucky. You irises were keen on someone, and it's someone you've been craving the presence of. He's sitting in the gazebo outside of the Akademiya, his face relaxed as he placed the 'huge ass hat' on his head, preparing to walk away.

So that's the hat, it is indeed big.

Wait, he's about to go!

You quickly ran to his direction, a little panicked that you almost tripped. You don't want him to get away, or you'd lose your mind this time.

"W-wait! Sir, uhm, pretty boy!"

Relief flood in your veins when you managed to get his attention. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, watching you sprint towards him.

You pant when you finally get close to him, your hands resting on your knees.

"What do you want? Make it quick."

Your head perked up, your eyes sparkled yet again. He... he has a nice voice! If only it wasn't for his tone, sounding so impatient and irritated, as if you ruined his day.

"Spit it out."

You heard him say again. If he wanted to let you get the hint that you're wasting his time even though you only had held him back for a minute now, he's absolutely making it obvious.

And then, nervousness came crashing in your body. You don't know what to say to him, nor what you want is of any importance. You almost couldn't speak, like there's a lump in your throat that had formed. Now that you're close to him, you realize how intimidating he is...

His eyes are piercing through your soul, it looks like he's judging your entire family tree. It looks sharper than a knife, and he's not even glaring, merely looking.

"I-I, uhm..."

You gulped. His presence is unbearable, he seems so almighty, it feels like standing before him is a sin. You don't have problems speaking to strangers, yet for some reason it became scary now. You can't feel a single ounce of your confidence, it's like it never existed in the first place.

He rolled his eyes, his patience is wearing thin.

You noticed his feet moved and he's about to turn around, to walk away. Afraid that you might not see him again, you grasp on his sleeve— the long cloth dangling after his arms

You heard him click his tongue in irritation and you immediately let go. He dusted off his sleeve as if you left a dirt in it.

"C-can I, uh, you..." You bit your lower lip, trying to gather the confidence you lost. "Can you be my participant for my resea—"

"I'm not interested." He didn't even let you finish your sentence, cutting you off.

"Please. I'm from rtwahist and currently conducti—"

"Isn't it basic etiquette for researchers to accept the rejection if someone do not want to be a part of your useless research?"

You gulped. Useless research? Well, you're not offended because the truth is, you're not conducting any research at the moment. You merely said those to sound like you approached him for an important matter.

"I think your constellation is... good."

His eyebrows met. "What?"

You're basically lying right now. You hadn't look at his constellation nor you have any means since you know nothing about him, but still.

You wanted to laugh at yourself, you realize how desperate you are. What's with him, exactly? He only have a picture perfect face, anyway. That's just what you're after, beautiful sight to behold. You could just look at him from afar. You could look at him like he's an object, unable to talk to.

Yet, you're drawn to him. Maybe you're just infatuated?

Unlike other beautiful faces you see, his appearance is top tier. His slender fingers and slim body looked so pretty, too. He looks... perfect. And for once you wanted to uncover a flaw out of a beautiful sight.

You hated imperfections so you try your best to avoid seeing one. Yet, for some reason, you wanted to know if he has any. And if he has, you wanted to see it for yourself.

Perhaps if you do, you'll lose this huge interest in him and go back to boredom.

Because maybe, you're just confused. Maybe, you can't believe you see someone look so perfect that you can't grasp the fact that he is flawless, which is why you wanted to see if he has any for your peace of mind.

But isn't his attitude already a flaw? He's not as kind as Kaveh, not as approachable as Nilou.

Yet... yet you can't help but think it's part of his beauty.

He brought you out of your reverie when he clicked his tongue out of annoyance once more.

"Oh, what did you say again?"

"Are you deaf? I asked what you meant."

Wait, what did you say again? Oh, right, his constellation.

"Your constellation, I see that you'd have a good fate."

"Did you look over it without my consent?" He asked, his tone harsh.

"Oh, no! No, of course. It just happens sometimes, you know? We call it... the astrologist instinct!"

He frowned upon your words, so you opt to continue.

"When I saw you, I had this instinct like..." You made a melodramatic actions with your hands, as if it further explain what you meant. "Woah, this boy right here is favored by the stars!"

He looks unamused, his eyes staring at your own as if to say he'd appreciate it if you shut your mouth and not bother him again.

"So, uhm.. My research is about that..."

He rolled his eyes in complete annoyance. He genuinely looks uninterested and you bit your lower lip in disappointment when he turned around and began walking away. He didn't even say goodbye.

If you ran after him, you would look like a desperate being seeking for his attention. Since you have dignity and it is precious to you, you just let him go.

You groaned in annoyance. How can you approach him again? When and where would you see him again? You didn't even get to ask for his name.

Well, he's rude just like they said.

But for some reason you don't understand, it looks so attractive on him, being like that and all. His intimidating stare is something you can't forget. The feeling of coldness that rose through you, the chill that you felt when his eyes locked with yours— you feel shaken up.

Those eyes, really... You have to beware, or you'd get lost in them.

You watched his back as he walked away, his figure slowly disappearing from your sight.

You swear to yourself that the next time you'd see him, you'll make him agree to become your research participant.

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