Tartaglia "Childe"

Alhaitham "The Scribe"

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Cyno "Judicator of Secrets"

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Tighnari "Verdant Strider"

Coming home after a long trip - fluff, hurt/comfort, gn! Reader, semi-graphic depictions of violence and injury

He bottoms for you - NSFW, MDNI, GN!Reader, bottom character

Ayato "Pillar of Fortitude"

Cupping their face with your hands - Fluff, GN! Reader

Gorou "Canine Warrior"

Giving Gorou attention - Smut, MDNI, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

NSFW alphabet - MDNI, NSFW, GN! Reader

Itto "Hanamizaka Heroics"

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

Your first time - NSFW, headcanons, MDNI, afab! Reader

Kazuha "Scarlet Leaves Persue Wild Waves"

Somnophilia with Kazuha - Smut, MDNI, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

Guardian - Injury mention, reader gets hurt, GN! Reader

Heizou "Analytical Harmony"

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Thoma "Protector From Afar"

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Request rules/information

Request status - Open

Gender of the reader: 

Most writing I do that is NOT a request will be considered GN reader so that everyone is able to feel included in my writing. Try to refrain from requesting BOTH FM/M at the same time because it will be harder to write for both at the same time.

My character limit is three, however, I may choose to indulge myself and add an extra character depending on your prompt.

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What I am comfortable writing:

Fluff, hurt/comfort, romance, smut

Death, angst, pain (These will take me a bit longer to write)

Writing about reader having multiple significant others (Sexually or non sexually)

Pregnancy, getting pregnant, wanting to have children, having children etc.

Modern AUs 

What I am uncomfortable writing:

Daddy/Mommy kinks

dark content (Self-harm, drug use, sexual themes involving minors, kinks/smut that involve violence towards character or reader)

Sibling/family content (the reader being related to the character AT ALL)

Most of my requests will be completed unless you have disregarded my rules upon writing up a request for me. On that note, my perception of the characters/the way they act sometimes might not be canon, but I will try my best to represent them accurately.

Xiao "Viligant Yaksha"

Telling Xiao you love him - Fluff, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss him - Fluff, Slight NSFW, GN! Reader

Zhongli "Vago Mundo"

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Something of Mine

Pairing: Diluc X F!reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), strong language, soft, penetration

This was supposed to come out on Monday but @witch-hazels-musings is the sweetest person in the world so I’m posting this early for her ❤️

The wooden stairs creaked beneath Diluc’s boots as he climbed the flight between the second and third floor of Angel’s Share. Many often speculated what was behind the locked door, some claiming it was storage while others believed it to be a simple meeting room. In truth, the third floor was an apartment. A small, cozy apartment, but a place to call home when trips to the winery couldn’t be made.

Besides, with how hard the storm was coming down, it wasn’t safe to travel. Luckily, everyone in the bar was sober enough to take off while the rain was still light. An easy night it would be.

Diluc grabbed the handle of one final door and twisted it, pushing it open and stepping inside. The sharp squeak of the hinges gave away his arrival.

“Finished already?”

Archons, he loved that voice. “Yes. The storm hit early enough to-”

He stopped, words falling short as the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were standing at the counter, side turned to him and one knee bent as your weight rested on the other leg, stirring a spoon in a teacup with one hand, the other holding into the countertop. Your eyes were watching your movements, the sleeves of a large white shirt, his shirt, hanging loosely off your arms. The material ended at your mid-thigh, the buttons undone, revealing the black fabric covering your chest and butt. The skin of your legs were on full display, and as your gaze turned to him and body shifted to reveal your stomach, another breath was lost.

“Diluc?” You called, walking over to him. “Is something wrong?”

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes somewhere appropriate. “E-Everything’s fine.”

Your head titled, hair falling away to reveal soft, delicate skin that called his name. The subtle rise and fall of your breasts in time with your breathing didn’t escape his notice, making his mind race with images of how they looked when you were heaving beneath him.

Diluc cleared his throat and turned his head, forcing himself to look at the clock mounted on the wall. “What are you still doing up?”

A soft giggle escaped you. “It’s not that late. Besides, I wanted to wait up for you.” His heart started pounding as your hand slipped into his. “It’s not that often I get to actually go to bed with you.”

He knew what you meant, but in his mind, the activity taking place on the mattress wasn’t sleeping. He could hear it now: your whimpers, your cries of ecstasy, the way your hand would squeeze his as you went over the edge-

“Diluc?”

In one final attempt to keep his composure, he placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his thumb against your lips to silence you. “The way you say my name does something indescribable to me… It brings forth a hunger for you I’m trying my damn hardest to control.”

The cheek beneath his hand grew warm, a shy, lustful glimmer appearing in your eyes. He felt his own darken with desire, and when you bravely puckered your lips and kissed his thumb, he removed his figure and silenced you with his lips instead. The blissful sigh you let out fueled his internal fire, kisses becoming hungrier as he adjusted your head for a better, deeper angle.

Diluc didn’t drink alcohol but dear Barbatos, you had a natural ability to get him drunk all on your own.

“Diluc.” You whispered his name between kisses, hands roaming his chest, pulling at his clothes.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you against him as he took multiple steps backwards, turning before easing your frame onto the bed in the corner. He pulled his mouth away, taking a moment to observe you. Lips plump and damp, eyes glazed over, hair sprawled across the sheets all while his shirt hid your body yet revealed you at the same time… you were ravishing.

A moan slipped past your lips as Diluc descended onto your chest, kissing a line from your throat to the valley between your breasts. Your chest was already heaving, the black lace of your bra stretching with the movement. Your spine arched as his hand slipped up our back, finding and unclasping the buckle that kept your skin hidden from him. Once the bra was out of the way, Diluc turned his attention to your breasts, lips latching onto one of the already hardened buds.

“Archons, Diluc.” You moaned, back arching further, the sides of your knees rubbing against his sides.

Little did you know that each breath you took, each whimper that escaped you, every feel of you was seeping beneath his skin, intertwining with his very soul. Seeing you in his shirt, covered in something that was his, it made him feel… good. Even though he hasn’t been by your side for the past few hours, something of his was around to protect you from the chill of the nighttime air.

“You have to know,” Diluc whispered against your skin, trailing a line of slow, patient kisses down your stomach after finishing with your breasts. “What kind of fire you ignite in me.”

Your hips lifted naturally to aid him in removing your underwear, and when his hand touched your ache, a finger slipping though the entrance to your core, your moan mixed in with the patter of the rain against the roof, reflective eyes squeezing shut as your hands gripped the open shirt still covering you. Diluc bit back a groan at how ready you already were, the way your slick coated his digit as it moved slowly. Ready or not he wasn’t going to rush this.

Your orgasm came with time and as it went, when you were starting to come back down, he found your lips again. His thick tongue tangled with yours, your fingers pulling the elastic from his hair so you could run your hands through his red locks. From there clothes started coming off, but when you reached for the shirt covering you, he gently grabbed your wrists.

“Leave it on.” He said, then quickly added, “Unless it’s uncomfortable.”

That shy look appeared again as you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

Diluc’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until you were practically hidden beneath him. He locked your lips in another kiss as his cock nestled into you, stretching your walls rather easily. Still, the way your body reacted, the way you tightened around him and the addictive moans that drifted from your mouth into his, it was an experience he would never tire of.

“Diluc…” You whispered as his lips repeatedly touched different patches of your neck. “I’m okay.”

With your approval, he started to move, rolling his hips gently into yours the way calm waves rolled onto the beach. Slow, gentle, tonight wasn’t for overwhelming you with pleasure -not that he ever did it on purpose- but to simply feel you and, in turn, feel him. Your breasts against his chest, the vibrations of your heart hammering against your ribs, the way your lips moved each time you spoke, he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

“I love you.” Diluc said, kissing you again.

“I- Ah!”

Your back was trying to arch but the close proximity prevented it from fully doing so, which instead prompted you to push your hips further into his, nudging the head just a little deeper, putting it in spot you needed to lose control. The muscles of your core clamped down on him, pulling a groan from the man as he was forced to stop until your release passed. He peppered your face with light kisses, easing you back down into the realm of reality.

“Sorry.” You sudden, slightly slurred apology caught him by surprise. “I should have warned you.”

Diluc shook his head. “You don’t need to warn me about something like that.” One of his hands moved to yours, fingers slotting into the spaces between yours. “If it feels that good, just let go.”

When you nodded he kissed you again, hips quickly finding the same rhythm as before. Your moans were louder now, the stimulation tripled as a result of your climaxes. In time Diluc was able to find his own, face burying against your neck as his body shook with its intensity. This was one of the few times he failed to keep his grunts in check.

You sighed as he pulled out, hips twitching as if searching for him again. “Thank you.”

Diluc looked at you oddly. “For what?”

Your smile was so sweet it nearly gave him a toothache. “For loving me.”

He swallowed, heart clenching as he kissed your swollen lips once more. “And you, for me.” He brushed a few lost strands of sweaty hair from your face. “Rest here. I’ll start a bath.”

You hummed as mouth touched your forehead before getting up. Diluc waited a minute, making sure you were actually okay before heading to the bathroom to start the water.

CW: Your favorite places to kiss them pt.1 + their reactions to the kisses, fluff, slight NSFW(things get a bit heated), suggestive content, MDNI (Just in case), GN! reader, reader being called pet names(EX: My dove, my love, baby, etc.). NOT PROOF READ.

Featuring: Gorou, Itto, Kazuha

Gorou - His ears + his face

Now, Gorou doesn’t like it when people even think about running their fingers over his ears, often declining the hopeful questions with “It is not okay to pet your General!”

Since the two of you have started dating, however, when you’re around he always makes a point to flick his ears around or complain that they are sore so you’ll massage them.  After the first few initial touches, it has become a routine to touch his ears when you are alone with the general.  

A faint sigh escapes Gorou as your lips press against the tip of his ear, the feather-like touch making his face heat up significantly, pale face turning scarlet as more kisses are pressed there. It soon becomes too much due to how sensitive they are and the general finds himself running out of air as he forgets to breathe. Who can blame him? You try having sensitive ears that your partner loves kissing and caressing!

Once you’ve decided that his ears have gotten enough attention, you move down to ghost your lips over Gorou’s, hot breath fanning over the skin there and knocking the air from his lungs in an instant. You look so pretty like this, staring at him as if he is the most important thing in your world, he truly adores this very look. Before the general can open his mouth to ask for a kiss, you’re already ghosting your lips over his face, peppering a fleet of kisses wherever your lips can reach.

The sound that comes from the general is almost squeal-like and his tail begins thumping on the bed behind him to prove the sheer joy you bring him at that moment. His face is scarlet by the time you are finished, Gorou panting slightly from the fit of giggles and noises he had reduced to while basking in your affection. 

“Come on, my kitten. It’s your turn now~”

Arataki Itto - His chest + collarbones

There is no doubt in your mind that Arataki Itto has the most built body in all of Inazuma, and you make sure to compliment his muscles often to help boost his confidence. (not that the dumb Oni needs that anyways) You love straddling his thighs despite being much smaller in comparison to him, eyes full of so much love that it even has the mighty Oni faltering just a moment, breath catching in his throat as he gazes back at you with those perfect ruby orbs.

"Y-Y/N?" Itto clears his throat after hearing how weak his voice sounds, knowing well that you'll make fun of him for it later. "Hey, what's that look for?"

Before you decide to give the Oni a proper answer, you duck your head, hands coming to hold your larger partner still by his shoulders as you press small kisses to his collarbones. The kisses are gentle, more like soft pecks than anything, just wanting Itto to feel as loved and appreciated as he makes you feel on a daily basis. Besides, a chance to lavish those muscles in attention? Who could even say no to that?

Slowly, you trail the kisses down just slightly to Itto's chest, lips trailing over the crimson marks on his chest before you bite gently into the flesh there. The feeling of both your hot mouth and blunt teeth coming into contact with the Oni's body has him gasping out softly, breath barely above a whisper as his muscles jump at your actions. Looking up at him through your lashes, you don't fail to catch the way his eyes have darkened with a lustful gleam and his breathing has gotten a tad heavier. Oh, you're in for it now. Who knew such a small touch could have Itto so worked up?

Kazuha - His stomach

If there is one thing that drives you insane, it is the distance that almost always sits between you and Kazuha, not that you can blame him. The blonde is considered to be a 'wandering Samurai', so you always make sure to wish him well on his travels when he prepares to go on another journey with the Crux Fleet and the crew. How could you dare hold him back from traveling like he wants? Having so much distance between the two of you so often makes keeping a relationship hard, never knowing when the samurai will return home to your arms safely. Despite how hard it is when Kazuha is away, you do your best to cherish him arrives back in Liyue to spent time with you.

Of course, most of this time is spent in your shared home so you can lavish the blonde in endless kisses and smother him with as much affection possible. These kisses start out innocent enough, his lips slightly bruised by the time you are finished, slick, and blissfully swollen. After you're sure his mouth has had enough attention to last a lifetime, you waste no time in untying the red kimono he wears to bed with you. Deft fingers push it from his shoulders, allowing the garment to bunch around the elbows as the Samarai is eased back onto the bed, body on full display for you. Oh, what a pretty sight this is indeed.

The once poetic, calm man before you is reduced to a slight mess, blonde hair falling over his shoulders and pale cheeks scarlet under your half-lidded gaze. Kazuha finds himself swallowing thickly at the familiar look in your eyes and the hunger that lay within the depths of your irises. Your lips trail from his chest to his stomach, mapping the muscles there with your lips only and drawing a shaky exhale from Kazuha's throat, his head tipping back slightly to enjoy the sensation. He shivers at hot kisses being placed over his stomach, your hands finding his thighs so you can caress them so delightfully. The feeling of blunt nails dragging over his inner thighs combined with the way your hot lips trace over his abs have the samurai shuddering, all too aware of how stuffy the room is getting right now.

"Alright, my dove, I think it's time you show me just how much your body longed for mine, yeah?"

Relationship shortfics PT.1

Character(s): Gorou and Kazuha(Separately)

Genre/warnings: Fluffy shortfics, no warnings it's just fluff, for Kazuha y/n has a cryo vision, pronouns not mentioned, not read through.

Description/prompt: fluffy shortfics for Kazuha and Gorou.

A/N: This was lowkey super cute to write up! I am a little biased when it comes to Kazuha so I unintentionally wrote more for him.

Giving gifts

Being able to surprise you with gifts is almost one of Gorou’s favorite things to do. Just seeing the way your face lights up when you receive them is enough to have his heart pounding in his chest.

There is a tremor in Gorou's hands as he holds a neatly wrapped gift out to you, the wrapping paper covering the gift is white, decorated in soft pink cherry blossoms that remind you solely of the islands that make up Inazuma. The burnt orange and white ears that lay on top of his head are twitching in what could only be perceived as nervousness given the situation. His crystal teal-colored eyes are unwavering as you carefully unwrap the gift in your hands, nimble fingers careful not to rip the precious paper. After successfully opening the box, your eyes flick up to catch the look on Gorou's face to find his eyes haven't left your form for a single millisecond.

Once the lid of the wooden box is removed, a sparkling necklace is revealed in the shape of a cherry blossom, the flower petals a beautiful rose-gold, and resting in the center of it is a vibrant amethyst gemstone. Upon seeing such an elegant piece of jewelry, tears begin to well in your eyes due to how perfect it is for you. Gorou understood your tastes perfectly when it came to buying gifts for you usually, this was no different.

"Ah, why are you crying, kitten? I thought it was perfect!" Gorou's voice breaks the silence the second one of those tears slip down your, in his eyes, perfectly sculpted face. After hearing your failed attempts to choke out a reassurance, the fox-hybrid wraps his arms around your delicate form, warm hands running down the expanse of your back.

"These better be happy tears, kitten." he whispers, breath barely audible over the light breeze washing over the two of you.

Taking you on dates

Surprising you with a date is Kazuha’s specialty and his favorite thing to do when it comes to you. Each passing date seems to be more astounding than the one before it, he really did want to see which ones you reacted to the most.

There is a delicate breeze in the air that sends thin wisps of your hair grazing over the smooth skin of your cheeks, nearly tickling them with how delicate the touch is, similar to the kisses Kazuha places upon your skin. Kazuha. Your mind drifts back to the white-haired man that captured your heart nearly a year ago, the hint of a smile curving the corners of your lips up at your fond memories together. You were sitting on the bow of the Alcor, legs crossed underneath as you studied the waves of the ocean spreading out beyond where the ship was anchored at an unknown island. The Liyue cryo vision on your hip was emitting a soft light, the cool energy spreading through your veins like an icy wildfire while you made little frost flowers in your hands to keep yourself entertained.

Kazuha had told you not to leave the Alcor, his melodic voice not giving you much room to protest, especially when those gentle lips pressed against your own in such a nice form of persuasion. Vermillion eyes lit up with both pride and relief as you agreed to his terms, a smile blossoming over the man's pale cheeks before he turned to vanish onto the unexplored island after whispering a promise to your lips.

"Fifteen minutes, that's all I need. After that time is up, you may follow my footsteps directly North, the wind will guide you to my location."

Those fifteen minutes pass rather swiftly, the sun was beginning to set, dying golden rays sinking below the horizon of the vast ocean ahead. Time was up and you needed to find out where your darling samurai had gone. After traveling for nearly five minutes, (the journey is much quicker due to a few wind currents) you come to a halt, a few feet away from a cliff. The sky behind the cliff has shifted from a soft glow of orange thanks to the dying sun, to a vast array of pinks and purples. Vibrant colors left in the sun's wake swirl together amongst the clouds, creating various shades that could have seemed impossible. On the cliff sits your samurai, Kazuha's hair usually worn up is now cascading down his shoulders, the backdrop of the sky behind him only aids in accenting his beauty.

Beside Kazuha sits miniature oil lanterns as well as a basket most likely full of new foods you have been dying to try. As his head turns to lock his eyes over your form, all breath leaves your lungs at how undeniably fond his ruby gaze is. His eyes latch onto yours, freezing you in place, a warm smile blossoming over his cheeks as it always does when he lays eyes on you.

"Join me, my dove. There are many poems I want to share with you under the blanket of the stars tonight."

Albedo "Kreideprinz"

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Dainsleif "Bough Keeper"

Cupping their face with your hands - Fluff, GN! Reader

Diluc "The Dark Side of Dawn"

How he kisses you - Fluff, undetermined reader

Kaeya "Frostwind Swordsman"

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Venti "Windborne Bard"

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CW: Sumeru men bottoming for you headcanons w/Tighnari. NSFW, MINORS DNI, anal fingering, anal penetration, the word 'cock' is mentioned (this can be imagined as a strap), GN!reader, top reader, bottom character, pet names are used, the reader is called 'master' in some sections

Featuring: Tighnari

Tighnari

Asking Tighnari if he would bottom for you visibly sparks something in the Forest Watcher you hadn't expected. His brown-green eyes widen in an instant at the thought, his tail thumping on the bed behind him making you aware just how much he likes the idea.

"A-Anything for you.."

Now, if anyone is going to be a good boy for you, it is definitely Tighnari with his eager-to-please attitude. Maybe it's his puppy nature that has him on his knees for you in an instant, his tail swishing behind him in excitement.

It isn't long before the fox is on his back in your shared bed, his body flushed a pretty shade of scarlet and his head tipping back against the pillows. His lips part as your tongue ghosts over his nipple, a thin whine bouncing off the wall of your room as he arches his chest up toward your hot mouth.

"Y/N...don't tease me.."

Tighnari's nipples are so sensitive that even the gentle pass of your tongue over the hardened bud has him gasping for air, hands fisting in the sheets below the two of you. Even an Archon could be brought to their knees at the sound the poor boy lets out as you give an experimental suck. The Forest Watcher's chest shudders as he draws in a ragged breath, his whimpers high and needy the more attention you pay to them.

By the time you're finished lavishing his nipples with attention, Tighnari's cock is aching, the tip flushed and dripping precum onto his stomach. Brown-green eyes are full of want as your hands dip down to trail over his inner thighs and they tremble at your warm touch in anticipation.

"Please touch me already..."

Tighnari's back arches as your fingers trail up his cock, the pads of your fingers expertly rubbing over the tip and smearing the precum along the sensitive skin. His eyes flutter shut with a gasp as your hand fully encloses his shaft giving him a light squeeze before pumping fluidly, watching as he clenches his fists tighter to stop from touching you.

Sliding your free hand down, you comb your fingers through the soft fur on the Forest Watcher's tail before wrapping around it to give a gentle tug. Before either of you have a chance to blink, Tighnari is keening with a sharp jerk of his hips, trying to push his cock toward your hand in an attempt for more friction. Oh, how you loved to toy with his most sensitive parts.

"Ngh! Y/N..."

It isn't long before you have two fingers buried inside his gummy walls, prodding relentlessly at his prostate, and forcing him to cry out with every thrust of your fingers. His body is flushed a pretty red by now, tears of pleasure clouding his vision as his thighs begin to tremble under your ministrations. The pads of your fingers feel so good rubbing over that bundle of nerves that Tighnari feels as if his mind is melting as you increase the speed of your hand on his cock.

"M-Master" He hiccups, hands trying to find purchase on the bedsheets as the tight heat in his stomach coils tighter. "'M gonna c-cum!"

"Go on, Puppy, cum for me, it's alright." You hum out, head dipping to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tongue grazing the underside just as the heat in Tighnari's stomach snaps.

The Forest Watcher lets out a garbled cry of your name, his hands desperately grabbing at your hair in an attempt to ground himself as his cock spurts into your waiting mouth. He tugs the soft strands until his orgasm is over and you finally retreat, giving him a moment to breathe after the intense pleasure.

Sleepy brown-green eyes begin to droop after only a few moments of relaxation showing just how much energy the orgasm took out of the hard-working fox. Settling down next to Tighnari, you tug him close to your body causing a tired smile to form on his lips.

"I love you, Y/N."

A light chuckle escapes your throat as you rub a hand over his bare back, pressing a kiss between his ears with a smile. "I love you too, Puppy. Now, let's get some rest before our patrol in the morning."

The Meaning of Tears

Pairing: Scaramouche X reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader struggles with anxiety

This is my first attempt at writing Scaramouche. I apologize if I fail to do this man justice.

Some days you would wake up feeling fine. Then others, like today, you’d wake up with a buzzing in your chest. You knew the bedroom like the back of your hand and yet, your eyes searched every nook and cranny, looking for something that shouldn’t be there. Nothing was found, yet the buzzing stayed.

The feeling followed you from the bed to the bathroom, lingering as you got ready for the day. It hung over your head like a cloud, filling the room with non-existent smoke. As you brushed through your hair, you had to crack the door open to avoid suffocating.

It followed you from home to work, and from work to home. With each hour it grew worse, and by the time the front door shut behind you, you felt as if you were going crazy. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, you uncurled your fingers from the doorknob and tried to focus on walking forward, placing one foot in front of the other. Right, then left. Right. Left.

It took a second to realize you were in the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Oh, right. It was time to start on dinner. What were you going to make again? Ah, yes, mixed yakisoba. Shaking your head in attempt to clear it, you opened the cookbook to the proper recipe and started gathering the ingredients and necessary tools. Just as you reached for the pan, a voice spoke inside your head.

‘Be careful you don’t mess it up.’

Your hand stopped inches from the pan’s handle, entire body freezing as the taunt soaked into your skin.

‘You’ve never cooked this before. What if Scara had a rough day? Do you really want to serve him something awful?’

You swallowed thickly, choosing to grab the pot instead. Miso soup sounded like a better idea.

Placing the pot on the stove, you filled it with vegetable broth and set the heat to the right temperature, moving on to the next step.

‘That’s too high!’

You blinked, glancing at the thermometer. It read low, the exact setting the stove should be on. You had this recipe memorized, but still, your gut was telling you that something was wrong. Any and all trust in yourself was gone as you frantically flipped through the cookbook, searching for the recipe. Just as you thought, it said low heat.

The inner voice continued to torment you, making you second guess every move you made. Too much of this, too little of that, by the time the soup had finished cooking you were too terrified to taste it.

‘It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad!’

A strangled sob forced its way out of your mouth, back hunching forward as you gripped the edge of the counter to stay upright. An invisible force was crushing your chest, making it difficult for your lungs to keep air inside. With each gasp for oxygen, your head grew fuzzier and fuzzier.

Suddenly, a hand gripped your arm. Before you could blink you were being turned around, a hand covering your mouth, fingers pinching your nose. In a panic you threw a fist, but the man caught it before the lunch could connect.

“Hold your breath.” Scaramouche said. “One. Two. Three.”

He released your nose, giving you the chance to take in a fresh breath before pinching it again. He repeated his process until your breathing evened out, and after the fifth cycle, when you were no longer hyperventilating, he backed away.

“Well?” Scara asked, arms crossing over his chest. “What happened?”

Despite his question, he didn’t sound interested in the slightest.

Too embarrassed to look at him, you turned your head to the side and wiped your soaked cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

He scoffed. “So, you cry like that over nothing? How stupid do you think I am? Out with it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you nearly broke the skin. “I-I’m just… anxious.”

“Over what?”

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug. “I… don’t know.”

Scara sighed deeply, the sound of it made you think he was looking down on you. “Sit down before you pass out.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as told and took a seat. Scara moved to the stove, grabbing a ladle to fill one of the bowls you set aside earlier. Once it was full, he placed a spoon inside and set it in front of you.

“Eat.” He commanded. His eyes narrowed when you hesitated. “What?”

Your hands started shaking in your lap. “It’s… it’s bad.”

Silently, Scara grabbed another spoon and dipped it into the pot. You froze as he stuck the spoon into his mouth, waiting with baited breath until he finished tasting. “It’s fine. Now, eat.”

‘It’s… fine? I didn’t mess up?’

Letting out a sigh of relief, you started eating. As he said, it tasted the way it normally did. Exactly the way it should have tasted. The more you ate the more relaxed your body became, and each time the bowl got low, Scara was stealing it away for a refill. Eventually, you had to stop him, otherwise your stomach would have exploded.

“Better?” He asked, arms crossed as he looked at you.

You nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

Scara’s purple eyes narrowed, like he didn’t believe you. With a huff, he got off the counter he was leaning against and grabbed your wrist, but wasn’t using any pressure. He didn’t say anything but you stood up anyway, allowing him to lead you over to the living room where a stack of documents sat on the tea table.

Scara settled onto one of the floor pillows and pulled you into his lap, adjusting your posture until you were sitting sideways, ear pressed against his chest. The veil of his hat acted as a barrier between you and the outside world.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll distract me.” He said, picking up the top document. “Am I clear?”

You nodded and let your weight completely fall against him. He didn’t seem to mind, and if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. You found his heartbeat rather quickly, the steady thump thump of the organ relaxing you further.

“Hey.” Scara’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. “Next time you feel this way. Send someone to find me.”

He didn’t say more, and you didn’t push for more. Scaramouche may not have comforted you the way someone more familiar with emotions would have, but he had his own way of setting you on track.