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Wanderer is the type of guy to hate PDA, despises it, would spit on it if he could, but when it comes to you? He doesn’t mind as long as you’re happy, he likes seeing your smile.

Wanderer is the type of guy to genuinely let you use his hat as an umbrella, pressed up against him as rain falls around you, his face bright red and turned away from you.

Wanderer is the type of guy who doesn’t get sick at all, puppet things, and when you’re sick he doesn’t fully know what to do, so he will always go to nahida or tighnari and hesitantly ask what to do.

Wanderer is the type of guy who used to think crying made you weak, so when he saw you crying infront of him, he was confused why he also felt sad and somewhat happy knowing you felt that comfortable around him.

Wanderer is the type of guy to carry you places, I’m not kidding, he’ll fully pick you up bridal style and use his vision to take you to your destination, even if it’s all the way in mondstatd.

Wanderer is the type of guy to be so utterly concerned when you choose his name, not in a genuinely worried way, but in a way that screams ‘wtf’

“How do you feel about Babygirl?”

“I beg your pardon? Is that even a name?”

“Ok then..cumslut!”

“IM SORRY?!”

Fatui! Scaramouche x fem reader NSFW headcanons

CW: nsfw, degrading, cock warming, bondage, choking, knife play, dumbification, edging, overstimulation

Fatui! Scaramouche who makes you sit on his cock while he does his paperwork keeping one arm on your hip to stop you moving.

Fatui! Scaramouche who gets annoyed with your whining and wiggling so he puts a gag on you and ties you up so tight you start to lose blood circulation.

"i swear on The Tsaritsa if you fucking move one more time im gonna leave you tied up on the floor and watch your gaping pussy beg for me"

Fatui! Scaramouche who bends you over his desk and makes a mess of his paperwork, getting your juices all over it (totally your fault not his) and punishes you for it

"Look what you've done. Fucking slut making a mess for a little pleasure? Archons you really are worthless."

"I-im sorry, it won't happen again" you tried to plead with him but it fell into deaf ears. He flips you onto your back and shoves his cock into your pussy.

Fatui! Scaramouche who keeps his hands around your throat to watch your face go red to blue trying to let out blocked moans as he pounds into you.

Fatui! Scaramouche who grabs a pocket knife and carves his name on your thighs so you know your his and his only.

"you're mine. all for me. you understand that?" sharp pains go through your thighs. you can feel the blood trickle down. you nod at him while trying to hold back desperate moans.

"i want words princess"

Fatui! Scaramouche who fucks your brains out until your babbling Incomprehensible words. trying to beg for more but Scaramouche can't understand what you're saying so how is he meant to know what you want!

Fatui! Scaramouche who wants everyone to hear you so they know who you belong to and how good he makes you feel.

"dont hold back your moans. dont you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? how you take my cock so so well?"

Fatui! Scaramouche who makes you worship him as if he was your god and makes sure you know he is the only being in teyvat the can make you cum.

Fatui! Scaramouche who abuses your mouth with his cock until you're drooling and chocking on it. even then he isn't stopping.

"cmon darling, you're doing so good. keep gagging on my cock like that yea? i will make all your holes the shape of me. such a perfect cum dump"

Fatui! Scaramouche who doesn't let you cum until he says so. if you even dare to cum before that you're in for a long night, maybe even days. (you're NOT coming out of that room without red hand prints spread across your ass)

Fatui! Scaramouche who makes you cum 5 times without him even coming close. he wont stop until he is satisfied even if that means having other fatui members walk in and witness the true beauty of what makes you stay.

Fatui! Scaramouche who cleans you up and sends you back to your office. you prayed there was no rules about harbingers not being allowed to fuck each other.

prob ooc but oh well🗣️

Gosh. When are we going to marry Childe?

Chapter 6: The Final Day

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The Empress’ demeanour was as remote and as cold as a glacier. Childe stood dazed as he looked at her profile. Her low, gentle voice captivated his ears but her icy voice even more so. How would it sound if she said his name like that?

Childe swallowed dryly as his imagination made his head spin. He wanted to kneel before that overbearing empress and pour kisses on her hand. He wanted to hear her speak in that cold voice and issue commands to him. How would it feel to obey her orders and then to rebel?

It had started out as curiosity. He was curious about the empress of Inazuma, and so he travelled as far as the palace to see her. Despite rumours that she was made of steel or ice, she was surprisingly soft and charming towards birds.

The rumours weren’t exactly wrong, however, he was surprised to see another side of her. He felt sympathy for the way she put up a strong front while she cried in secret. He heard her talking to herself while trying to hold back her tears. If the people had seen this side of her, they would think she is not the emperor’s beloved empress. 

But to him, she was incredible. He had thought that beneath her strong appearance was a vulnerable figure, but he realised that soon enough that it was false.

The feeling of curiosity and attraction turned into anxiety after actually meeting her. Why did she ignore him when he tried to make himself known? Why did she pretend not to know him? Why wasn’t she trying to look for him? Why didn't she stop Lumine when she was impersonating her? Were the comforts of the letters, the jokes that they had been shared, simply a one-sided feeling? Or perhaps it would hurt her pride if someone were to take care of her.

But as Childe drew closer to her, he became even more angry. He didn’t like seeing the things that burdened her or caused her pain. He knew from experience that controlling one’s reputation was difficult, to the point that he had almost gotten in a fight about it in the past.

“Are you jealous of Lumine, by any chance?”

As the Empress’ jaw hardened at Scaramouche’s insult, Prince Childe was overcome with an even more violent impulse than in the dining room. The frozen empress was charming, but the things that made her that way were definitely not. He could hear Diluc’s voice in his head, repeatedly telling him to not cause an incident involving the Emperor of the Inazuma Empire. It irritated Childe so much that he could not officially stand up to defend the Empress' honour.

“Your Majesty the Emperor. You must be more discerning.”

Eventually, Childe spoke. He knew Diluc would be furious when he found out about this. Their king was bedridden so the court affairs were in chaos. Did he really want to antagonise the Emperor of the Inazuma Empire? Despite this, Childe couldn’t help but speak up.

“This doesn’t concern you, Prince Childe.”

“I’m a witness. How can I keep my nose out of this?”

Childe added a grin as he stood next to the Empress.

“Your Majesty, do not worry. I will be the one to spread rumours about the truth. Your reputation will not be tarnished by this mistake.”

Things could have gotten worse if it were not for Diluc, who came running to Prince Childe’s side and stole him away.

“I heard you say something about reputation. Are you changing course?”

Childe walked in silence to the southern palace as Diluc started to nag at him again.

“Do what you usually do, Prince. Don’t fight from the front, fight from behind instead. Why were you trying to start a fight with someone and with the Inazuma Emperor no less? That could have potentially broke our political affairs with the Inazuma Empire? At this rate, us spying on the Inazuma Empire will be exposed soon enough.”

Diluc’s nagging got worse as soon as he closed the door, yet Childe ignored him and pulled up a chair.

“What are you going to do with the chair? Are you going to hit me?”

“Sit down.”

As Diluc sat down, Childe touched his head and forced some of his delusion into him. With a cry, Diluc had turned into a red bird and the clothes he had worn, tumbled to the ground. Diluc’s eyes widened in confusion when he saw Prince Childe taking out a piece of letter from his desk and tied it to his leg.

 -?

“Deliver this to Ayato.”

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“I won’t get myself in trouble, so go and deliver it. I’ll fight from behind, just as you said.” 

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“Prince Childe seems to be a completely different person than the rumours suggest.”

Countess Jean, who was playing chess nearby, turned her head at my faintly spoken words.

“Hm? What did you say, Your Highness?”

I turned my book upside down and placed it on my lap. Could I tell them this? Would it sound strange?

My ladies-in-waiting knew I was the real letter friend, and so there was no need for me to say anything more. However, I thought it would be helpful if I could change any of the rumours about Prince Childe with my own words…

“Prince Childe. He seems better than I thought.”

I spoke nonchalantly as I picked up my teacup from the table and took a sip. Yoimiya, who was playing opposite of Countess Jean, surreptitiously changed a horse’s position while the Countess was not looking.

“Right. And he knew that the maid and the slave didn’t write those letters! Ah—that was wrong. Anyway, he found out quickly. Even though he’s a womaniser, he’s more faithful than other nobles.”

Countess Jean had slapped Yoimiya on the back of her hand and restored the horse’s original position on the board.

“Yoimiya is right. Though he may seem like a carefree person, he’s not frivolous.”

A lady-in-waiting sitting comfortably on an armchair gave a vindictive laugh.

“Even more so, I liked it when the slave’s lie came to light.”

Other comments from the other ladies-in-waiting started to spring up as well.

“Did you see how his blood pressure went up when she lied to him so shamelessly?” 

“The foreign nobles who mingle with her must have come to their senses by now.” 

However, Beidou, who was silently standing by the door until now had immediately thrown cold water into the situation.

“I don’t believe so.” 

At Beidou’s certain tone, the ladies-in-waiting all turned to her with questioning expressions. The knight nervously scratched her cheek, as if overwhelmed by the beautiful ladies looking at her all at once.

“Baron Thoma is responsible for Miss Lumine’s affairs, and the way he talks about her is…different.”

“Different? How so?”

Yoimiya's eyes were wide as she questioned her. In curiosity, I had set the now empty cup back on the table and had also turned to look at Beidou .

I knew Baron Thoma—he was Scarmouche’s personal secretary, and quite a brilliant man. Moreover, if he was extremely fond of Lumine, it would only be beneficial for her when Baron Thoma comes forward and turns the rumours around.

“Because of Miss Lumine’s beauty and charm, some say that the Emperor and Prince Childe are fighting over her.”

When two conflicting rumours spread, there would at least cause a commotion between people who believed one story or the other. Baron Thoma had definitely planned this out carefully.

Yoimiya shut the chessboard in frustration.

“I absolutely despise her!”

“Watch your mouth, Yoimiya. You are now a lady-in-waiting of the Empress, and offensive language will only hurt Her Majesty’s image.”

“I am careful with my words in front of others, Countess Jean. Yet still…I have no other way to express my emotions!”

Then, as Yoimiya cried out her frustration, there was a tap on the window.

“Queen!”

It had been several days since he came here last, and I quickly got up and opened the window to let him in. I was so happy to see him after such a long time that I held him tightly.

– !

Queen tried to embrace me with his wings, and Yoimiya had finally calmed down and gave a giggle.

“That bird is so sweet. Look at how he holds Her Majesty. Maybe he’s actually not a bird.”

– !

I scolded the ladies for teasing Queen, then I gently placed him on my lap and stroked his head.

Queen's large purple eyes closed as he started to doze off, but he occasionally got startled and looked at me.

“I missed you.”

I confessed my feelings frankly to him, and he peered at me as if he understood me.

“…”

Strange. Why did this bird remind me of Prince Childe? Well, perhaps it was because Prince Childe was the bird’s owner.

“Ah.”

I almost forgot to check the note on his leg. I took the piece of paper from his leg, and opened it while setting Queen aside .

– I had wagered my identity. Why didn't you want to participate in the bet? 

Did Prince Childe know that I was the letter acquaintance or not? A few hours ago, I told myself that the writer was Prince Childe, but I didn’t even have the time to ask him because Scaramouche and I immediately fought…

I hesitated before writing my response.

– Please keep our friendship by letter only. 

Queen watched me patiently as I wrote. As soon as I lifted my hand from the paper, he checked the contents, then made strange noises and started jumping up and down.

– Gu! Gu! Gu!

He seemed to be criticising me on behalf of his owner.

“Don’t be so upset, Queen. I prefer it this way.”

– Gu!

“If your master and I meet each other, we will be the Inazuma Empress and the Snezhnaya Prince, not as friends that are able to speak casually to each other. We would have to be careful about how we behave with each other in front of other people.”

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“I have become a source of entertainment because of Scaramouche and Lumine. Under these circumstances, the rumours will worsen if it’s discovered that I’m exchanging letters with a womaniser.”

Maybe it was because Queen had seemed so intelligent, but before I knew it, I was confessing my true feelings.

Queen’s beak opened as if in surprise. I closed his beak shut and hurriedly added an explanation.

“I know your master is not as bad as the rumours say. I think he’s a good person, in fact. Hm? Ha ha, why are you embarrassed?”

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Lumine laid down on the bed in a thin lavender nightgown, hugging a cushion. Lying next to her was Scaramouche, who was running his fingers through her soft blonde hair.

“Prince Childe is known for his cruelty and for being a womaniser. Don’t trust people so blindly from now on.”

 “Lumine didn’t know…”

“It’s alright. Anyone can make mistakes. Just don’t make that same mistake in the future.”

“But this isn’t Lumine’s fault, right?”

“Of course. It was that man who had caused a disturbance.”

Lumine leaned her head against Scaramouche’s shoulder.

“But I’m glad His Majesty protected Lumine.”

“I’m glad too. I hope you’re feeling better.”

“Tomorrow is the special banquet! Let’s just relax and socialise with people! I want to be friends with Princess Amber.”

Lumine smiled and patted the cushion like a drum. Scaramouche, who normally would have smiled at her adoorable behaviour, was suddenly as stiff as a stone.

“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“You…”

“Your Majesty?”

“Lumine, you won’t be able to attend the special banquet tomorrow.”

Lumine stared at Scaramouche with wide eyes. He felt sheepish after giving her the unexpected news, except that was not the way it should be.

“What? Why not, Your Majesty?”

“There can only be twenty special guests.”

“Can’t I be one of them?”

“The Empress and I had invited ten people each, and we’ve already sent out the invitations…”

“You can be flexible and add one more…”

“But Lumine , the moment we are flexible, the special banquet becomes less special.”

Lumine made a shocked, unblinking expression at his refusal, and Scaramouche felt forced to explain.

“As I said, it’s only for those invited. I don’t know why you would think it would suddenly change.”

“Lumine is your concubine. Your lady. Lumine thought she could go without being invited…You should have invited her too.”

Lumine’s face was red as she whimpered.

“Oh goodness, Lumine.”

Scaramouche took out a handkerchief and patted away the tears that had sprung up in her eyes. But the tears gathered again, and the handkerchief was useless.

“Do you really wish to go?”

“I told everyone at the dinner that I would go to the special banquet.” 

“…”

Scaramouche frowned.

“You should’ve asked me.”

“It’s strange to ask. Besides, His Majesty took Lumine to dinner with the special guests, so of course Lumine thought…”

“It’s my fault.”

Scaramouche sighed and rubbed Lumine's shoulder, but she kept crying, waiting for Scaramouche to change his words. However, no matter how long she waited, it did not happen.

“So in the end, you’re not taking me.”

Lumine wept like a child, and Scaramouche clenched his jaw at the innocence of it. Having only seen the court nobles cry silently, he was amazed whenever Lumine expressed her true feelings honestly.

“I’m sorry, Lumine. Don’t cry.”

“You saw what happened today. If Lumine doesn’t go, Prince Childe will say something to the guests. He said he was going to spread rumours.”

Lumine had a point, and Scaramouche sighed again. However, many of the guests consisted of foreign royal family members and powerful nobles, and were considered the most important people of the year. To set aside an important guest to allow a concubine could cause an international problem.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there. I won’t let Prince Childe say anything strange.”

Lumine’s expression was still morose. After stewing on the subject, Scaramouche finally let out a sigh.

“I will ask the Empress if she can spare a seat. Some of the guests are subjects of this country, so we won’t have to worry about an international problem.” 

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The morning sun shone through the thin curtains, casting shadows on the floor in the shape of the window frames.

I yawned and raised myself from the bed. My heart wasn’t heavy despite the incident from yesterday. Perhaps it was because of Prince Childe and Queen…

I patted my face to wake myself up, then went to the bathroom to wash my face. Behind me, my ladies-in-waiting prepared the bathtub with petals and salts. My clothes were removed and I sank into the warm water, allowing my muscles to relax. I closed my eyes and leaned against the bathtub as the ladies-in-waiting massaged my head with careful hands. 

After the bath, I put on a robe and went into the bedroom. As it was the last day of the New Year’s celebration and the day of the special banquet, the dress selected for me was extravagant, but not overly so, and simultaneously captured a sense of calm and elegance.

After getting dressed, I placed on my diamond earrings and crown. The crown wasn’t made for ceremonial purposes, and wasn’t too large and heavy. I looked over my notes on the special guests while the ladies styled my hair to match the crown.

However, before they could finish, one of Scaramouche’s secretaries arrived. As I was already dressed, I allowed him in, and the secretary had conveyed Scaramouche’s words with great embarrassment.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor would like a word with you.”

“Now?” 

“Yes, it’s about the special banquet, so please come quickly—”

It had to be urgent if it was about the special banquet. I nodded and ordered the ladies to quickly finish my hair.

“We’ll put it back together when you get back.”

“Is that alright? I don’t want to bother you twice.”

“It’s fine.”

“Then you may have your breakfast first while I’m gone.”

Various scenarios about the guests ran through my head when I had followed Scaramouche’s secretary to the eastern palace. Did someone suddenly declare war on our Empire? Have one of the foreign guests complained about the country or did one of them offend us? Has anyone suddenly announced their absence?

“What’s going on?” 

I immediately questioned Scaramouche as soon as I entered his room. Lumine was sitting on the bed, but I pretended not to know her. However, I did notice her staring at me—no, staring at the crown on my head, to be more exact.

I frowned in discomfort, but Lumine continued to stare with a bewitched expression and did not look away. Scaramouche was the first to speak.

“Can you make room for one more person?”

“Is something wrong? Are there any reports that Secretary Sucrose or the Chief Magician Albedo are able to attend?”

The secretary and the chief magician were those who originally had reservations. They were invited by Scaramouche, but they did not attend the New Year’s ceremony because they had declined as they were both busy.

“No, it’s not them.”

“Then…?”

Who on earth were we supposed to set up a seat for? I studied Scaramouche closely, who seemed caught in an awkward silence.

“I want to take Lumine with me…”

“…”

“Can you do that?”

“…”

“Empress? Why won’t you talk to me?”

I was going to apologise, but quickly shoved it down my throat as I felt it was not something I should be apologising for nor was it my fault.

“No, Your Majesty.”

Scaramouche’s brow furrowed at my flat refusal.

“One seat is fine. There is surely one or two people the Empress can ask.”

“It’s possible to ask for consent if they agree. But if Secretary Sucrose or the Chief Magician Albedo came, they would be offended by the sudden cancellation of the invitation…for your concubine.”

Scaramouche’s expression turned even colder.

“I have an idea on what your words mean, Empress.”

“The answer would have been the same if it had been my lover, or even if it had been another concubine that was not Lumine.”

“Then why don’t we exclude people such as Duchess Ningguang?”

“Unlike you, I do not wish to hurt the people I cherish, Your Majesty.”

“!”

I could tell that Scaramouche believed that I was a heartless person. It was clear as day by the lines between his brows were more obvious than usual, and the narrowing of his eyes.

“The empress is cold.”

“As I should be.”

“What?”

An international embarrassment could happen if Scaramouche disregarded his guests, and the blame would fall to him. But if I set aside a guest for Lumine, I would be blamed for doing something as simple as this to impress both Lumine and Scaramouche. A similar rumour had already spread after Scaramouche gave Lumine gifts under my name. While that incident was disgraceful on a personal level, disrespecting guests would directly be judged by society.

But Scaramouche’s behaviour wasn’t a mistake. Even at this moment, he was smart. He was forcing me to act this way to protect himself and soothe Lumine’s heart.

“I’m not intentionally being cruel. Lumine is your concubine, not mine. I don’t know why you’re trying to force me to do things even you, the Emperor, cannot do.”

I was too angry to explain it further to him, so I deliberately turned away. Scaramouche’s jaw was clenched and Lumine glanced at me with a frightened look, but I wasn’t feeling any better at all. I gave my farewell as etiquette as I could, and then left the room with a stately walk. 

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When I arrived at the western palace, I found the ladies anxiously waiting for me.

“You should have eaten without me.”

“How could we? We wondered if something terrible happened again.”

“You don’t look good whenever you see the Emperor these days.”

After calming them down, we ate breakfast together, but after that meeting with Scaramouche, all my appetite has vanished. However, I managed to slightly fill my stomach with some soup and pudding. 

Afterwards, the ladies-in-waiting went to prepare themselves for the party, so I sat alone at my desk to check the schedule after the New Year’s celebrations. Firstly, I had to see off the foreign guests, as well as accommodate those that wished to stay longer. I had to also handle any reports of incidents thoroughly such as if any foreigner had a legal problem, it had to be settled before they crossed the border.

The day had passed quickly, and it was time for the feast. I took another look of myself in the mirror, and also saw that each of my ladies-in-waiting were splendidly dressed as well.

“Will you come to the party after the special banquet?”

“I don’t know. I have to check the time…what’s wrong, Yoimiya?”

“Ayaka—no, Lady Ayaka is ill and cannot go to the party. If neither you nor her come, I’ll just show my face and leave quickly.”

Yoimiya, who preferred to mingle with her peers, did not seem very interested in socialising with the other noblewomen.

“I’ll be there if you wait for me, Yoimiya.”

I gave her my promise, and Yoimiya smiled with excitement and quickly went to the grand hall for the party. The other ladies-in-waiting also followed suit, while I went to the Red Rose room for the special banquet.

Lively music filled the air, and the special guests were gathered together in groups of three or four. I walked towards Princess Amber, with a casual nod to everyone else, when I came across Grand Duke Dainsleif first, who was holding a champagne glass. A large statue holding a flower basket and sword and a servant carrying champagne bottles stood symmetrically on either side of him, leaving no other way to pass.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

A nod wouldn’t suffice as he was right in front of me, so I smiled and spoke to him. Before I bowed in greeting, it occurred to me that he ignored both me and Lumine yesterday.

“…Your Majesty.”

Fortunately, Grand Duke Dainsleif did not turn a blind eye to me this time. He didn’t answer my question, however.

“Does the food suit your taste?”

I gave him a small bow for the second time without realising it. Instead of answering me, he stared at me again. His long, sharp eyes were something fierce.

This was Grand Duke Dainsleif’s first invitation to the banquet, and I had never interacted with this man until last year. I had little knowledge of his character. All I knew was that he was a grand duke from a desert country, and had graduated first from a magical academy.

As I waited for his reply, Dainsleif asked me his own question out of nowhere.

“Is this the state of the Eastern Empire?”

“What do you mean?”

“In Khaenri'ah, the King’s and Queen’s emotions are one. ”

“The king and queen as one… That’s amazing.”

” …You know what it means?”

“Not enough to say I’m fluent. Only a few basic words.”

When I lifted my eyebrows, he opened his eyes in surprise and continued.

“If the King’s lover is in front of her, she would be killed immediately.”

“!”

“Are you not able to do that, Your Majesty?”

“I’m afraid that in this great empire I cannot kill a person for no reason, even if I am an empress. A trial must be held first.”

“Foolish that you cannot eat soup out of your own bowl.”

Was he saying that I didn’t have proper control of the Lumine yesterday? However, just as there were the laws in the country of Khaenri'ah, there were the laws of the Inazuma Empire. In my country, concubines were legally approved. And if an empress ever killed an emperor’s mistress? There was the strong possibility of the empress being thrown into prison.

Then what did that leave me? My whole future I had prepared for my whole life, thrown away just for a little excitement? Would I bet my life just to kill a runaway slave that stole my husband? Before giving an answer, however, Grand Duke Dainsleif left with his glass of champagne.

I gave a relieved sigh. He probably thought of me as pathetic.

‘How strange. It was Scaramouche that made Lumine a concubine, so why am I the pathetic woman?’

Unfortunately, Princess Amber seemed to have moved elsewhere in the room. I shook my head and looked around to find another person, when my gaze landed on Duchess Ningguang.

“Queen.”

There was a low voice from behind me. As soon as I turned my head, I found Prince Childe right before me.

“How are you—”

Before I could ask him how he was, he spoke again.

“I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” 

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Prince Childe’s expression was a mix of both serious and sad. He didn’t have his usual smile or proud bearing. I motioned for him to speak, remembering that he had helped me.

“It’s alright.” 

Prince Childe picked up two champagne glasses from a passing servant, and with his eyes pointed towards a spot where the music was loudest and would cover our conversation. The open area left no room for the other guests to misunderstand, even if I was with the much-gossiped-about Prince Childe. He was a surprisingly thoughtful man…

As I admired him, Prince Childe extended to me a glass of champagne, which I accepted. He didn’t drink his, however, and simply fiddled with his glass, while I still stood and waited for him to speak. Finally, he carefully opened his mouth.

“I had read your message, Your Majesty. You want to keep our friendship only by letter.”

“You know that it’s me?”

All I had said yesterday was that I knew it was not Lumine. How did he know it was me? When I looked up at him, Prince Childe hurriedly waved his hand and gave an awkward smile.

“Don’t be alarmed. You did not make a mistake.”

“Then …?”

“Both Lady Lumine and her maid knew the contents of the early letters, but not the later ones. So I had thought about it. I found out that a lady-in-waiting named Viscountess Mona had recently transferred from the Empress to Lady Lumine.”

So that’s how he figured it out…

But I was still surprised. Rumours had it that Prince Childe was a womaniser, a cruel man, a person who kept bad company. I had never heard a rumour that he was exceedingly intelligent, and I smiled a little.

But the prince still looked forlorn, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was disappointed that I was the letter acquaintance, even though I’d rather not have it revealed in the beginning. It would be less embarrassing for the both of us to ignore it. So why was his face so stiff?

“Are you alright? You don’t look very happy.”

Prince Childe sighed as he stared at me.

“How can I be happy? I imagined us as good friends, but you want to pretend not to know me in real life?”

Was that really as coldhearted as it sounds? I would have thought he was exaggerating, but the way he looked so forlorn made me swallow my protest. He downed his champagne glass in one smooth motion.

“In fact, I don’t have many friends to share my thoughts with.”

Prince Childe set his empty glass down on the statue pedestal and continued, his voice thick.

“I know. It’s unexpected, isn’t it? Am I popular? Yes. I have many friends. I always have people around me, so you may think I am not lonely.”

“?”

“But that is only what you see. In fact, I’m very lonely. It’s not that I hate my friends—I have many good ones. However, as the prince of the Snezhnaya, I cannot honestly share my thoughts, and always have to be conscious of others.”

“!”

I looked at him in surprise. Those were almost my exact same thoughts. It was as if—as if Queen listened to me and delivered those words straight to Prince Childe.

“It’s not a problem about the people, but my own, so there’s no way to improve it…”

I stared steadily at Prince Childe, as I realised I wasn’t the only one with those thoughts. I had always believed Prince Childe behaved without regard to what other people thought of him, but it was all an act too…

“I loved being able to talk to someone without them thinking of me as ‘Prince Childe or ‘Crown Prince.’ Our conversations weren’t long, but I was happy to have someone exchange lighthearted letters to.”

“…”

I felt just the same. I became a princess when I was young, and this was the first time since with my family that I felt I could open up my heart. Not because there weren’t good people, but because “a good person” and “a person I can reveal my innermost thoughts to” were not the same.

“I’ve always looked forward to those letters. Honestly, I was even happier when I knew that my letter acquaintance was you, Your Majesty. And I had thought you would feel the same but instead you seemed reluctant and inconvenienced.”

Prince Childe sighed, his eyes becoming moist. As I faced those eyes, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I sympathised with everything he said, and felt further shame.

“We had the same thoughts, but different conclusions.”

Prince Childe looked at me with those wet eyes and sighed again, his mysterious violet irises glistening like jewels under the chandelier’s light. There almost seemed to be resentment in his expression. I could either be his friend, or I could end it like this.

“I understand what you feel, Prince Childe.”

“But you still only want to exchange letters?”

“I enjoyed them.”

“Outside of letters, it will be even more enjoyable.”

“…”

“You can just tell me that Scaramouche is a bitch.”

“Keup!”

I choked when Prince Childe tossed all dignity out of the window. Everyone stared at me as I coughed, and Prince Childe lowered his voice once again and whispered, “Scaramouche is a bitch.”

What kind of person…

Prince Childe raised his eyebrows and gave a silly grin.

“There is nothing more funny than watching someone suppress a laugh. Just laugh if you want to. ”

“…”

“If you don’t laugh, your heart will ache.”

Ache? Did he have experience in this?

His smile faded, as did his voice. For a moment, Prince Childe stared at the floor, his forehead furrowed in thought.

“Then, can you do something for me? I’ll keep it a secret you, my Queen, are my letter partner. And I’ll also keep it a secret that we are friends.”

“Are we friends?”

“Don’t you know that we’re friends, Queen?”

He gave a strange smile, then he pressed his lips together and continued.

“Instead, it can be like now. If we meet by chance, please don’t ignore me. And if the two of us happen to be alone, don’t avoid me.”

His voice was playful and the smile around his mouth looked light, but his gaze was serious. It sounded like a joke, but I knew it wasn’t.

He gazed at me with those earnest eyes, and I felt a strange sensation of my heart being squeezed lightly with fingernails.

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‘They must be talking about me…’

Lumine stared anxiously at the doorway, where inside was the special banquet. It should go smoothly with Scaramouche there, but she was still apprehensive.

Would Prince Childe say anything strange to anyone? The Empress seemed unlikely to spread rumours, but Lumine couldn’t say the same about Prince Childe. Lumine bit her lip and sighed again.

“You look blue today. Are you feeling well?”

Baron Thoma appeared by her side and smiled at her teasingly.

“In truth, I’m not.”

“You’re very honest.”

Lumine smiled and nodded. After Scaramouche, Baron Thoma was her favourite person in the palace. He did not prejudiced her, and when rumours of her and Prince Childe had spread, she had heard that Baron Thoma stepped up to defend her honour. Lumine couldn’t help but like the older man.

“Rest assured, no matter how unruly Prince Childe is, he has no choice but to yield to our Emperor. Although the Snezhnaya Kingdom has been growing in power, it still cannot eclipse the Inazuma Empire.”

“Yes…”

“I will do whatever I can to protect Lady Lumine’s honour, so go enjoy the last day of the celebrations.”

Lumine nodded, and her mood lifted as she smiled. Those who did not scorn her gathered around her in ones or twos, and before long she was surrounded by people who were close to her or who wanted to be close to her. She preened at their attention, and whether because they were being thoughtful or not, no one asked her why she did not go to the special banquet. Lumine sipped wine that was surely five times older than herself, and happily accepted the praise that the nobles lavished on her.

“The contrast between your silver hair and your dark eyes is so enviable.”

“It gives off the feeling of purity, like a lily-of-the-valley.”

“Duchess Ningguang might need to defend her current reputation.”

Duchess Ningguang wasn’t present, as she was likely attending the special banquet, so today, more and more people approached Lumine instead.

‘Today, I am the butterfly of the social circles.’

Lumine was feeling pleasantly tipsy. Even before she became the emperor’s concubine, she knew beauty could be a poison. It was only after much trial did she learn how to use her own beauty as a weapon, but even then she found herself walking a precarious tightrope, always in danger.

But it was different here. Everyone praised her and loved her. Her protector was the most powerful man on earth, and no one could lay a hand on her.

“But didn’t you say you were going to the special banquet? Why are you here now?”

However, it was only less than half an hour later that someone brought up an uncomfortable question.

Lumine stared at the woman who spoke. She was not a memorable aristocrat, and did not have large possessions or had duties important in the Imperial Palace. This was the first time this particular noblewoman mingled with them. The other nobles turned silent at the question, but despite their curiosity, they did not speak up.

“It’s…”

Lumine quickly arranged her thoughts and made up a story.

“It’s because Lumine said it was alright.”

“Oh, Miss Lumine?”

“Important foreign guests usually go to the banquet. Rather than having Lumine attend, she thought it would be better to have someone who would benefit our country. ”

The nobles were delighted over her answer.

“Miss Lumine is so smart for a concubine.”

“Indeed. Many of the previous concubines only spent money and idled away, and held no interest in international affairs at all. Miss Lumine is certainly different from them.”

Lumine smiled shyly and lowered her eyes. Their admiration was as intoxicating as a drug.

“Lumine should help His Majesty.”

Lumine murmured that she wanted another drink, and a number of noblemen quickly offered her a variety of wine glasses. Lumine chose a flute with a light purple liquor, and the face of the young man she had accepted the drink from lit up.

Suddenly, Lumine caught a glimpse of someone over the young man’s shoulders. Someone who should not have been there.

The flute slipped from her hand, and the glass shattered on the floor.

“Miss Lumine, are you all right?”

“What happened?”

Lumine was unable to answer, and quickly jerked her head. But the one who surprised her was not there anymore.

‘Did I see it wrong?’

Lumine forced her heart to calm. Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol.

‘I drank too much.’

While the servants placed the broken glass on a tray and wiped the liquor off the floor, Lumine repeatedly glanced back to where she had seen the man.

“What’s wrong, Miss Lumine?”

Baron Thoma noticed her strange behaviour and turned towards where she was looking, and she quickly caught the hem of his robe to stop him.

 “Baron Thoma. I have a question.”

“?”

“For the New Year’s celebrations, if a nobleman doesn’t come on the first day…can they come on the last day?”

“Of course. Some may not be able to come to the festivities immediately.”

Lumine lowered her voice.

“Do rural aristocrats come to the New Year’s celebrations? Rural aristocrats with small estates? Do you not help choose the guests?”

“Yes, I help choose them. And even the nobility of a small estate can be invited.”

“Even if they haven’t attended for years?”

“Even if they haven’t attended for a long time, we still send invitations for that reason. We don’t leave them completely alone.”

Lumine’s lips started to quiver, and Baron Thoma’s expression darkened.

“Miss Lumine, what happened?”

Lumine shook her head, then took in her surroundings again and pushed her glass towards him.

“L-Lumine’s going inside. I think I’m drunk.”

She answered unsteadily and waved her hand to get out of the crowd. There was nothing to worry about if she made a drunken mistake, but if not—it would be dangerous.

That man…Viscount Lawrence. The lord of the estate where she was a slave. He knew Lumine’s face.

As she was leaving, a loud voice behind Lumine proclaimed, “What? Am I seeing right?”

Goose flesh erupted on Lumine’s back. Her face paled, and her eyes darkened in fear.

Lumine was reeling, and Baron Thoma hastened towards her.

“Miss Lumine?”

Baron Thoma called out to her anxiously, but she didn’t answer.

 “‘Miss’ Lumine?”

The loud voice grew closer, dripping in mockery.

“What is this now? Have you changed your identity?”

The surroundings became deathly silent.

“The world is getting better isn't it? A runaway slave gets treated like a lady now? Hm?”

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.

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“So you stopped looking for your letter friend?”

“Yes. If they haven’t revealed themselves by now, then they never will.”

“But you wanted it badly enough to go public…”

“I don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable because of me.”

Prince Childe kept his promise. I awkwardly cut a piece of cake across the table where he was talking to a noblewoman. From time to time he looked at me, and I just smiled and nodded, hoping it wouldn’t seem odd.

‘He’s a good man…’

Scaramouche would have cut off Prince Childe if he said anything strange, but the prince said nary a word about Lumine at all.

The conversation went from Prince Childe’s letters to Grand Duke Dainsleif’s Kingdom, his magic, and how it worked in war. The grand duke offered only a few words, and did not speak about magic though he had graduated from a magical academy. He was equally silent on other topics, but my attention turned towards the door when it opened and someone came in. It was the captain of the guard.

‘What’s going on?’

Our eyes met, and he bowed towards me. Scaramouche still hadn’t noticed him, as his eyes were on Prince Childe.

“Your Majesty the Emperor.”

The moment Scaramouche turned his head, the knight delivered his message.

“You need to come to the grand hall.”

His tone sounded serious. There were only twenty people in the room, so everyone could hear what he said. All the guests’ eyes and attention were on him.

“Why is that?”

The captain seemed reluctant to answer in present company, but Scaramouche picked up on it and went outside with the knight.

‘What’s going on?’

I considered following them, but decided against it. If I was needed, then the knight would have spoken to me as well, and I wouldn’t be required if it had to do with Lumine or anything like that.

‘I don’t need to leave.’

I made up my mind and turned towards the guests again. When the time came, I left the Red Rose room and went to the grand banquet hall. I had to check on the other guests as well, and when the sun went down I had to inspect the fireworks.

‘I also made a promise to meet with Yoimiya.’

However, the atmosphere at the grand banquet hall was livelier than I expected.

‘Did something happen?’

People are usually tired out during the last day of the celebration. However, everyone would dress up for the last day, yet the energy was usually not the same as the first. From the entrance, I saw people talking and laughing, and the noise grew louder as I went in. I looked around confusedly, and Yoimiya ran over to me.

“Your Majesty, Her Majesty, did you hear?”

“Did something interesting happen? I’ve been in the Red Rose room, so I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Something very interesting happened.”

Yoimiya said in excitement, and she moved me to a suitable place for conversation. Nearby, there was a spread of crispy fried seafood, small dishes of pumpkin puddings, and milky coffee.

“You can listen while you eat. It’s an appetising story!”

“What happened?”

Yoimiya pushed a mango pudding and a fork towards me.

“Thank you, Yoimiya.”

“Do you remember Lumine?”

It was not a topic I was fond of. I grimaced slightly, but Yoimiya continued, despite knowing that I didn’t like talking about her.

“Do you remember the rumour that she was a runaway slave?”

“Yes, but are we not allowed to speak of it?”

Scaramouche had said he would punish those that did. Could they speak about this in a crowded place? I was worried, but Yoimiya shouted out before I could stop her.

“She really is an escaped slave! Viscount Lawrence arrived at the party for the first time, and he recognised Lumine!”

“Viscount Lawrence?”

“She was his slave, then she ran away!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. If the Emperor was here he would’ve stopped him. Not only that, the viscount had only been in the capital for a few hours so he didn’t know about the rumours about Lumine or the order not to talk about her. That’s why he openly said Lumine was a slave in public!”

“Ah…”

“Lumine said she was not, but everyone believed him. She looked mortified.”

Yoimiya snorted.

“All the nobles who came up to Lumine must have seen it now.”

“And where are they now?”

“When Lumine fainted, Baron Thoma carried her to her bedroom. Then the captain of the royal guard came and took Viscount Lawrence.”

So that was why the captain was looking for Scaramouche. For a moment, some foreign feeling welled up inside me. Was it…vindication? Yes. It must be. Scaramouche was furious when he suspected I spread false rumours about Lumine as a runaway slave. The resentment and sorrow I felt now turned to satisfaction.

However, there was a small corner in my heart that didn’t feel thrilled. What is this uncomfortable feeling?

“…”

I couldn’t figure it out so I decided to leave it be for now.

Now that I think about it, did Scaramouche not realized Lumine was a runaway slave when he had rescued her? Although, even if he did know, I doubt Scaramouche would hate her. After all, he had brought her here because she was pitiful and that he had a powerful desire to protect her. Whether he fell in love with her then or not, it was their first meeting. And whether Lumine was a commoner or a fugitive slave, Scaramouche would still love her. He would try to protect Lumine from mockery of others.

I didn’t know what would happen nor what is happening, but I did know that whatever it was, I did not want to get involved. 

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As usual, it was useless trying to avoid getting entangled with Lumine. Each time, it was either her or Scaramouche that got me involved with them, it was as if they were taking turns to do that to me. However, this time, it was Scaramouche. 

As some of the foreign guests would return to their countries and the rest would stay longer at the southern palace. I returned to the western palace, leaving behind those who wanted to stay up for the drinking and revelry. I wanted to take a warm bath to relieve my fatigue of the day. My ladies-in-waiting also seemed exhausted, so instead of having them follow me, I sent them away to take their rest.

However, before I could even finish drawing the bathwater, Scaramouche’s captain of the guard came to see me. I had a sinking feeling the moment I saw him. For nearly a month, all the times Scaramouche summoned me out of the blue had been unpleasant encounters.

What on earth did he want this time? My mood dropped the more I walked through the long corridors, but I managed to control my expression. I hoped I could maintain it in front of my husband…

Finally, I entered Scaramouche’s bedroom in the eastern palace. Scaramouche was seated on a chair by the bed, and I also noticed that Lumine was on the bed with a towel on her forehead. I turned back to Scaramouche again, who had his eyes fixed on me.

“…I’ll take my leave now.”

The captain closed the door, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive. Scaramouche slowly opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

His voice was cold.

“Why exactly did you call me here?”

I spoke to him just as bluntly.

“Is that the only thing you can say right now?”

“That’s what I’m most curious about now.”

“You don't even blink at this situation.”

The first thought that came to mind was, ‘I must be doing a good job of controlling my facial expression,’ and the corners of my mouth must have tipped upwards as Scaramouche seemed even more offended.

“Are you happy that everyone thinks Lumine’s a runaway slave?”

“Are you going to take your anger out on me?”

 “Empress.”

“I heard about Miss Lumine at the grand hall. I know you’re upset, but don’t take it out on me.”

“Did you think I called you to vent?”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why did you call me in the first place?”

He did not call me to be angry at me, yet his remarks and tone at me says a lot. He probably assumed I was happy that Lumine was discovered to be a runaway slave.

Scaramouche silently watched Lumine’s sleeping form. The ticking of the clock echoed in the room. Only after some time passed did Scaramouche speak.

“Did you really want to prove that Lumine is a fugitive slave?”

“That story again?”

“The Empress was born with a silver spoon. She had a great aristocratic family, enormous wealth, great power, a beautiful mansion, and a natural wit and beauty. But in spite of that, she still wants to be on top of everyone, including the less fortunate.”

It wasn’t a compliment in this situation. I looked at Scaramouche with narrowed eyes, and he sighed.

“Yet Lumine had nothing. She became a slave and had no memory or her parents or family. No property, no power, no home. She is just like the Empress who is smart and beautiful, she just doesn’t have opportunities for her.”

“…”

“And then she met me, and she had been trying to get these by herself. The chance to be loved, to eat a warm meal, to relax on a comfortable bed, to learn something.”

She also took my husband, but I didn’t say this because my pride was injured. I wanted to ask if he wanted me to sympathise with Lumine, but the words were stuck in my throat. So I just stared at him without a word. I couldn’t understand why he was talking so much—was he asking me to take care of Lumine's problems because she was in trouble? 

“I don’t need you to understand Lumine. But you have the smallest compassion…can you give it?”

“Compassion?”

“The compassion the Empress shows here and there—for example, towards the orphanages, elderly homes, medical centres, shrines, scholarship centres. Why can't you spare that compassion for Lumine instead!”

Scaramouche exploded at me, but then he stopped himself and collapsed back into his chair. Lumine reached out with a groan, and he quickly took her hand. I noticed that she was wearing a shirt with wide sleeves that looked similar to the shirt I had given to Scaramouche for his birthday last year. I didn't want to admit it, but seeing Lumine wearing the shirt I had bought for Scaramouche and that my husband is treating his concubine better than his wife, made me clenched my fist.

“Lumine is your concubine, not mine, so you should take care of her. I’m not looking after her because she’s not my responsibility.”

“Who said you had to look after her? Ha. Don't make me laugh! I don’t want you to take care of her, so please leave her alone! And Don't even come close to her”

“Have I ever provoked her?”

“Yesterday in front of Prince Childe, when he insulted Lumine. Out of the two of them, Prince Childe and Lumine, you should have sided with Lumine if you don’t know who’s telling the truth! You should stand by your subjects!”

“As I said, I knew the truth, and sided with Prince Childe accordingly.”

“So you are saying Lumine lied?”

“It is you who believe in her innocence, not me. And everyone knew she lied so why bother defending her, Your Majesty?”

“Well, that was yesterday. How about today? Why were you trying to undermine her today?”

“You know I never spoke to Miss Lumine today.”

“You didn't. You didn't talk to Lumine herself, but you called Viscount Lawrence from behind her back.”

The air seemed to tense when he made the accusation. I knew it wasn't true, but he made it sound like it. I glared at Scaramouche.

“What are you trying to imply?”

“You wanted to prove that Lumine is a runaway slave, and so you brought Viscount Lawrence.”

“…I invited the viscount because of Miss Lumine?”

What kind of ridiculous assumption was this? I was dumbfounded as Scaramouche let out an exhale.

“Ever since I said that Lumine wasn’t an escaped slave, didn’t you want to prove me otherwise? Were you so offended by everyone loving her?”

“You’re speaking nonsense.”

I forced my voice to sound calm, but I felt ready to burst. Scaramouche stood straight up from his chair, his eyes flashing threateningly.

“Who knows the guest invitations better than the Empress? You must have been working hard. You even invited Viscount Lawrence.”

“Yes, I know the invitations very well because it is my job. However, I invited him weeks before Lumine even came to the palace.”

“He’s not an important guest, so why did you invite him to the celebrations?”

“As I said before…I’m not interested in every single thing concerning Miss Lumine. And you were confident that she was not a runaway slave. Under these circumstances, why would I not send an invitation to Viscount Lawrence? Adding on to that, how was I supposed to find out she was his slave?”

It was true, I didn’t even know that she was his slave. The only connection I knew was that Scaramouche had found her on the hunting grounds near Lawrence’s estate. Since then, I had never heard mention of it, and if Lumine was commoner, then Lawrence’s attendance was irrelevant. Yet somehow, Scaramouche thought I calculated Lumine was Lawrence’s slave? Me? I was dumbfounded. Does he think I'm not busy at all to find out about useless things?

“If you have any consideration—”

“You should take care of her yourself. You can’t expect me to look after her, even if I didn’t know she was Lawrence’s slave.”

“…You’re so heartless.  A woman who has been living in poverty her whole life now wants to stand straight, and you don’t want to see it? You don’t wish to be tarnished? The Empress is such a horrible woman.”

"Maybe this Empress is sick and tired of you blaming her for every bad thing that happens to Lumine." 

saw this one tiktok of scaramouche n venti and im so torn between wanting 2 ruin the both of them or letting them both tease the fuck out of me.. BUT PEGGING THEM SOUNDS BETTER. who would’ve thought that the anemo archon would be in the same position as a fatui harbinger. both boys are flushed red, with venti blindfolded and scaramouche tied to the bed post. you stand to kiss venti on the cheek before pushing him foreward towards scaramouche, resulting with the archon seated in scaramouche’s lap. “let me go, y/n-! you’ll have no idea how much trouble you’ll be in.” you hear the smart mouth growl at you, a laugh leaving your lips. “shut up pipsqueak and make out with venti.” it doesnt take long for both boys to end up making out ferociously, as you obviously watched with your thighs pressed together. oh how cute were the sounds they made. it’s as if they’ve forgotten about their titles and where they stood as enemies of a sort, when they began grinding on each other for friction. now, it’s not like venti could see anything happen, and nor could scaramouche touch the archon anywhere. “you just gonna watch us, y/n? scaramouche tells me you’re not doing as good yourself.” you hear the familiar voice belonging to your boyfriend, and you smile. “i think i’d rather watch you two fuck each other. besides, it’s not like you both havent started.”

how scaramouche met you (au)

he was rushing to work, and you were finding people to hand your flyers to. you couldn't make a living without promoting the company you worked for, you see.

running past traffic lights, you managed to catch up with scaramouche, with him yelling at you to fuck off.

"are you interested in a debit card from our company? we have free gifts!" you said.

you noticed a street sign because you worked here 6 hours a day. you basically knew where ALL the roads led to. Since you were in front of him, you dodged it skillfully. him on the other hand, was checking his GPS.

"Girl, there's a street sig-" you started.

BONK!!!!!!!!!!!!

his hands were cupping his sore forehead.

"um, would you like to register for our weekly magaz-"

"call me an ambulance... i'll sign up for your weekly magazines if you do..." scaramouche gave in.

"hello there, mr. ambulance."

"HAVE YOU NEVER LEARNT A THING IN ENGLISH CLASS?!?!"

hahaha funny i wrote this in like june and when i look back at it it's so funny.... masterlist here!

ᝰ HOW YOU LIKE IT DADDY !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 genshin men and their favorite positions <3

CW; fem! reader, vaginal penetration, sex positions, dacryphilia, breeding, manhandling

MISSIONARY

ayato, heizou, kaeya, lyney, pantalone, wanderer

missionary is not vanilla or boring when it comes to them, especially not when you're crying and begging them to stop when its too much. but do they listen? of course not. why would they when they can see every face you make when you're high on on the feeling of their cock buried deep within you?

laughs and coos at you tauntingly, asks you to speak up whenever you whine their name, telling them they're "too big" and that you're "so full". they will not stop until they have you crying so much tears that your cheeks and the pillow beneath you are stained wet.

COWGIRL / REVERSE COWGIRL

baizhu, dainsleif, diluc, tighnari, venti

loves this position because they can grab at your thighs and hips, also because they can lean back and watch you work hard for your orgasm while still being in control. they'd be so touchy in this position, hands never leaving your body, every inch of you will be caressed by them.

if they're into reverse cowgirl, you're in for a treat! also wouldn't stop touching you, but they would especially target your ass. they're absolutely obsessed with the way it looks whenever you bounce or grind on his dick, trying to make yourself feel good.

PILEDRIVER

albedo, itto, kaveh, kazuha, pierro

putting you into this position just makes them feel so so so good! they can't hold back the primal instinct to breed you while your legs are on his shoulders, and you just physically cannot move, completely in their mercy!

having your legs in the air and body bent meant that they're deeper in you than usual, head of his dock kissing your cervix with every thrust. probably goes a little feral every time you clench around him and ground yourself by grabbing onto his arms.

DOGGY

cyno, gorou, neuvillette, thoma, xiao

doggy but it usually ends up with you lying flat on your stomach, face buried in the mattress or pillow below you, trying your best to breathe. pounds into you so hard you're practically sinking into the bed with him holding your ass up and fucking himself into you like an animal in heat.

meant to do it fifty percent of the time, but the other fifty percent usually happens unexpectedly when they're so lost in the feeling of you pussy and just can't get enough of you. grunts so much, especially when your legs give out and he has to support your whole weight from your hips as he ruts into you.

ALL

al-haitham, capitano, childe, dottore, wriothesley, zhongli

so strong that they easily manhandles you into every other position they feel like at that specific moment. you'd start with missionary and the next second you're in doggy, they'd even hoist you up like you weigh nothing and push you against the wall, lifting you up and fuck you so hard you see stars!

also the type to be so mean about it, knows that you like being manhandled by them, and so they'd tease you each time they do it, smirk so big you want to slap it off of their face. but who has time for that when you're basically like a toy to them, so pliable and all for them to use.

"Where'd you get that bruise--Oh," in which your Genshin lover gets a good look at the first hickey he left

Warnings: please excuse mistakes as I'm on a time crunch and also sleep deprived, suggestive but still safe for work, humorous in some parts

Other works in this series: (You say I love you for the first time)

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader  

Aether

gets flustered

"Uh-Umm... Maybe, you should..."

he wants to say cover it up but who is he to tell you what to do?

Starts to second guess if he really gave you that

Will start to think about the events of last night and deflates with embarrassment

Finally points it out, feels kind of bad that he left a mark

"It's just...distracting...I'm sorry if it hurt,"

Albedo

stares at it for the longest time.

There's a half smile, half amused look on his face, like he wants to be happy about it but doesn't want to be too obvious.

Just chuckles and points it out without any shyness whatsoever

"It's rather obvious, but do with it what you will,"

Comes up with some sort of concealing potion to help you hide it

Brews about a 100 of 'em

Alhaitham

Sort of does a double take, looks at it for a few seconds then looks you in the eye

"I'd advise you to hide it,"

he really only says that to keep things professional when the two of you go out

but in the next second he snakes a hand up your arm with a small secret smirk between the two of you

"However, I can't say that it won't happen again...Specially when..."

He recalls the events of last night at this moment, and it seems as if he's staring into your soul. He breaks away from you with a slight hum.

"...I best be going now."

He leaves you confused, but he only hurried off because he felt an urge to give you another one then and there.

Ayato

chuckles to himself

"Well, there's no hiding that I enjoyed myself,"

but gives you helpful suggestions on how to conceal it or at least make the colour less obvious, like putting ice against it, or something.

Speaking of ice, you can simply get it from the kitchen but Ayato is a tease... "I suppose my dear sister can adequately help you with that...Though what, pray tell, would you tell her?"

You kind of shrug and say that you'll tell her an animal bit you.

Ayato is amused "An animal," but there's a twinkle and hint of lust in his eyes. "Yes, perhaps that's what I become when it involves you. The statement isn't exactly a lie,"

Cyno

is silent. Not sure if he's happy about it or horrified.

Feels like a crime cause it looks like a bruise.

Does not say anything for a good minute because he simply doesn't know what to say and is talking to himself in his mind

Like Was I really the one who did that? Last night must've been...

Snaps out of his stupor when he's reminded of the events and clears his throat to catch your attention.

"Y/N...You...I...I've managed to leave a mark...on your neck..."

You absentmindedly touch it and let out a small ohhhhhhh in understanding

Clears his throat again and looks away, pretending to be busy with something. Flustered and doesn't know what else to say.

Dainsleif

Eyebrows involuntarily raise up at the marks.

Points it out immediately

"My dear, it seems that I had a favourite spot last night," and taps on your neck to let you know what exactly he means.

"I can conceal it with a little trick of mine, if you don't mind," he says he can make it invisible to the ordinary eye but some "special" people can see it, so...

"I suppose if you run into the traveller that you'd have to be honest about it. Hm? No, I don't quite mind if they know of our relationship,"

Diluc

is surprised, then apologetic

He didn't know is fully aware how rough he had been last night

Apologizes with a slight tint of red on his cheeks and can't seem to pry his eyes away from it.

"My apologies, Y/N. It looks like I was rather...careless...last night. You should wear something with a collar today...or perhaps, my coat?"

Is seriously considering repenting about it

Itto

"Whoa--"

Is legit about to throw hands but then remembers

"Oh yeah. I did that." while scratching his head bashfully

No shame about it afterwards, even has the gall to say

"I'm surprised it doesn't look worse! It was pretty wild last nig--"

You have to cover his mouth to save yourself from embarrassment

Kaeya

smirks and leans in close to brush his fingers against the hickey.

"It isn't the most flattering of marks but... it gives me quite the sense of accomplishment,"

winks, deadass tries to give you another one right away.

"How about we try that again? Just to even it out on both sides of your neck,"

is only half joking

Lyney

mischievous laugh

is more happy about it than shy, embarrassed or apologetic

"That wasn't very nice of me wasn't it?" but is still smiling

"Unfortunately I don't think I have any magic tricks up my sleeve to fix this one,"

Grabs and hugs you by the waist "I guess we'll just have to stay in, the two of us, until it's unnoticeable"

always looking for an excuse to spend alone time with you.

Neuvillette

clears his throat almost immediately when he sees it, like he choked on water

"Y/N," he starts rather sternly but falters and takes a few seconds to think.

"May I suggest wearing a scarf today?" is awkward about pointing it out so goes the roundabout way. You're so confused because it's the middle of summer.

"Well," he coughs once to try an explain to you. "I didn't have all manners of restraint last night...You were simply...irresistible,"

points it out by gently thumbing at it

Scaramouche

shit-eating grin at the sight of it

Doesn't tell you to cover it up, most likely wants you to go parading around with it.

"Tsk. What's the harm if people ask? Just be honest and tell them," he's just fucking around with your head now

but snatches your wrist and looks you straight in the eye with a confident smirk "And be sure to tell them who gave it to you. That'll teach them to back off,"

Tartaglia

laughs but is slightly apologetic

"Couldn't hold myself back, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

You tell him that the next time he leaves a hickey, he should leave it somewhere where it's more concealed.

"Oh?" sudden glint in his eyes. You might have said the wrong thing. "No take backs, Y/N,"

I think you know what or where he's thinking about

Tighnari

Doesn't say anything at first but immediately whips up a remedy for it. Some sort of green paste that helps with inflammation.

"Here," and hands you the bowl of herbs. "For that,"

He doesn't point at it but instead eyes it rather obviously

He also watches you put the paste on "Alright, just leave it for a few minutes and it should heal wonderfully,"

He doesn't exactly feel guilty but he's more worried that people will look at you weirdly.

"I suppose I'll have to be careful next time," with a sigh.

Wriothesley

laughs but bashfully face palms and tilts his head backwards

Recovers quickly and smiles apologetically

"Sorry love, couldn't hold myself back it looks like," lovingly takes your face in his palms

Can't hold his smile back "But can you blame me? I'm not gunna hide that I was way too excited,"

Suggests you to put a bandage of some sort over it.

"I'll try to be careful next time, but no promises,"

Xiao

Freezes while looking at it

For a split second is confused where you got such a mark but then flusters himself when he remembers it was from him.

"...Y/N..."

seriously does not know what to say

stands there staring at it that you finally just check in the mirror yourself. He hears you gasp and he kind of winces to himself and now feels a little guilty.

"I...didn't mean to hurt you,"

You quickly tell him it doesn't hurt, but you were just surprised.

Thinks for a moment, then mumbles, you can barely hear him "...So it's alright to do it again?"

Zhongli

chuckles, not shy about it. just amused.

"It's no one's fault except my own. I merely wasn't paying heed to how...carnal...my desires were,"

he again chuckles as he explains.

"Not to worry darling, I'm sure Bubu Pharmacy has something to remedy it. I'll be back with it in tow,"

brushes his fingers against the hickey as some sort of apology and promise that he'll fix it

End

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💭 ; bury my heart out of sight (where you don't see me)

synopsis: they planted their heart in the ground, hoping feelings would subside. but they found it sprouting into the world once more (the moment they knew they were in deep but didn't speak their truth)

!! : masterlist.

word count: 2,834

pairings: albedo, itto, scaramouche, xiao x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, angst if you squint, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: mentions of bruises/injuries in xiao's part, fighting with scaramouche (not too physical)

notes: not afraid to say that the first half of some of these don't make sense- reblogs are greatly appreciated!! might write a part 2 with some other characters or a continuation if this fic does well

ALBEDO.

it was a study of character and emotions in his eyes. a study of character as in he wanted to know why your hands would lace together so nicely with his and why you’d bring a fluttering feeling to his chest when you’d smile. pages upon pages of notes were spread out on the desk, notes with his own observations and some that he’s seen on the internet before. to other’s it must’ve been a surprise to see the usually level-headed blonde so caught up in something that wasn’t a lab experiment. though when said out loud, he just smiled to himself on the inside, for he’s finally experiencing life as it is and not some sort of ship in a bottle.

“albedo?” a small hum leaves his lips, turning in his chair to greet you with a soft smile.

“you’re finally here.” he says, motioning a hand to an empty chair. you take a seat, watching as he sifts through sheets to uncover his sketchbook from beneath the mess and grabbing the pencil from behind his ear “this shouldn’t take too long and sorry again for taking up your time after school.”

“don’t worry about it. i’m in no rush to leave today.” you grin. albedo nods, suppressing the heat that started to creep up his neck. he starts with a few basic outlines on a blank page before letting himself wander and for a while, the soft dance of lead against the paper was the only thing filling the serene silence in the workspace.

“(y/n)?” you blink, tilting your head slightly as light-blue eyes scan your form. a cold hand reaches out, thumb on your chin and the others beneath as he positions your head, making sure the setting sun is hitting you just right. though he doesn’t let go, letting himself bask a little more and to take notice of your features he’s grown to adore.

albedo loves your eyes. that isn’t to say that he doesn’t love all of you, but there was something about the way you gazed at him in the hallways that made him melt. he’s noticed the adoration that pooled within your irises when he’d meet your eyes and the lingering feeling of your touch left him wanting — no — needing more. he wanted to know so badly how a simple glance could have such a great impact. though perhaps coming up to you and asking if he could draw you in the art room wasn’t the greatest way to ease his way into things.

your laugh brings him back to the present; hands gently cupping your face and noses so close they could touch if one of you decided to move.

“albedo?” his eyes trail across your face, from the structure of your brows to the crease of your eyes, before coming to a stop at your lips. temptation rang through him as your curious gaze slowly morphed into a slow understanding. he clears his throat, retracting his hands and stepping back.

“sorry about that.” his heart was beating out of his chest, and it didn’t seem to want to slow down anytime soon, especially when you laugh and give him such a big smile. the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, a simple string of sentences that ended with asking you to be his ready to be released. but instead, he holds them back, shoving them down and only letting out a weak chuckle. there’d be a time for what he wants to say, one that would be perfect and out of a dream but today was not it. he picks up his sketchbook again, rubbing the back of his neck before grabbing his pencil again.

“ah so, where were we again?”

ITTO.

“hey! wait up!” you look back to see itto running towards you, the button up underneath his sweater vest all crumpled and collar undone. it always surprises you how the teachers never seem to scold him for having his uniform all messy. though maybe they just gave up on doing so. he slings an arm around your shoulder, pressing his weight onto you as he hides under your umbrella.

“whew! glad i caught up to you in time before you left.” he grins, bag over one shoulder as his damp hair tickles your neck.

“forget your jacket again, itto?” you chuckle, adjusting the umbrella so it would cover the both of you better “if i’d known that sooner, i would’ve left faster.”

“what? me forgetting my jacket? psh noooooooo as if!” he crosses his arms “it's dangerous to walk home alone y’know so i thought i’d tag along. yeah, to be your bodyguard!

“you know i can handle myself just fine, itto.” you nudge him with your elbow playfully, a smirk on your face.

“oh c’mon!” he groaned “we live close by to each other and i don’t want to go home soaking wet! besides,” he turns his head to face you, a mischievous glint in his eye, before swiping the umbrella out of your hands and starting to jog off “i can always return this to you tomorrow!”

“wait get back here! what happened to wanting to protect me hah?!” his laugh can be heard through the pounding rain as the splash of your footsteps in the puddles only made him run faster. did he feel bad? sort of. itto knew he’d have to make it up to you somehow if you ended up getting sick because of him. apologies wouldn’t mean too much so maybe buying you your favourite snack would work instead. too lost in thought, he failed to notice how your steps have caught up to him.

“hey!” he lets out a grunt as you slap him on the back, making him trip over his own feet. sitting up and rubbing his head, he looks up at your frowning face that didn’t seem to be all too genuine.

“are you hurt?” you ask, picking up the discarded umbrella and scanning him over for any injuries. he patted himself down and gave a thumbs up.

“just my pride and ego but that’s nothing a little kiss wouldn’t fix.” you snort and hold out a hand to him. he takes your hand, fawning on the inside about how perfectly they fit together, before yanking you down to the ground with him, making you drop the one bit of covering you hand in the middle of the street once again.

“bet you weren’t expecting a surprise attack, were ya!” he grins at the sound of your laugh and responds with his own when you wrestle him into a headlock, messing his wet hair around.

“fine you win! but you owe me!” he looks up at you the best he can with his hair in his face and your arm wrapped around his head.

you’d taken off rather quickly after that, using your already soaked through bag as a makeshift umbrella, leaving him with lingering feelings. everything about this felt so right yet so wrong to where he couldn’t help but chuckle. he could only imagine what would’ve happened if he’d accidentally said anything about this. he can’t lose one of his closest friends, not just yet.

“in love with my best buddy, huh?” itto’s grip tightens on your umbrella as he slicks back his hair away from his face “i better not screw this up.”

SCARAMOUCHE.

a string of curses were muttered under his breath as he stormed down the hallway, entering the classroom and shutting the door with a bang. the teacher on duty for the day only gave a half-hearted glare at the cause of the noise as he tossed his bag by a desk. slipping into the desk not too far from yours, scaramouche groans and ruffles his hair, scowling as he sees you resting your head on the desk, arms acting as a pillow. from what he can see, you showed no care that you were stuck in detention and if anything, you appeared more relaxed.

the teacher up at the front closed their book, giving the two of you a pointed look and firm instructions to stay in your seats while they went to go take care of something. the door closed and a beat of silence passed before scaramouche stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the classroom floor. he slams his hands down on your desk, watching you slowly raise your head from your arms to face him and wearing that signature smirk that always sends a rush to his head.

“what now, scara? was the little fight we had in the hallways not enough for you?”

“why did you do it?” his frustrations only grow as you blink, giving no response back. with an angered grunt, he grabs the collar of your shirt and leans over the desk more, pressing you into the back of the seat “answer me!”

“whoa whoa! as far as i’m concerned, i don’t even know what i did besides tossing a few words around.” raising your hands in mock surrender, the smile never leaving your face “want to explain what this is all about?”

“you-” he huffs, a red tone coming to his face as he shuts his eyes “you idiot! you’re insufferable to work with!” he released his hold and threw his hands up in frustration, glaring at you.

“ouch. guess i hit a nerve there.” you rubbed the back of your head with a chuckle “but if you want me to remember then you’re going to have to say it.” he clenched a fist at your words. usually, he’d be able to take on conversations like this one with ease, able to keep a calm face while making the other crumble beneath his words. yet you somehow made him lose all cool. he groaned, cursing under his breath as he regained some of his bearings.

“you- you kissed me in the middle of an argument.” he rubbed his temples “and i want to know why.” you think for a moment, tapping your finger against your lip.

“well, the easy answer is that i just wanted to shut you up.” you give him a closed eye grin “besides from my observations you didn’t object to the action. in fact, you even kissed me back.” scaramouche’s face goes red and this time, he can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or pure anger. he walks back up to you, leaning on the desk again.

“now you listen here-“ you take his chin in your hand and press you finger to your lips in a shushing motion.

“the teacher’s coming back soon. don’t want to get in trouble for being out of your seat now, do you?” scowling, he yanks himself out of your grasp and flips you off before plopping back in his chair, mouthing to you that this isn’t over and turning his head to the door.

just as you had said, the teacher walked back in, scanning their eyes over the room to make sure nothing was out of place and nodding before sitting back at their desk and opening their book again. crossing his arms, scaramouche lets out a small tsk and looks away from how you’ve gone back to resting your head in your arms. there’s something about you that infuriates him so badly in the way that you question his every word with a teasing smile on your face. just thinking about it makes his cheeks go red (with anger of course). but even he can’t deny that the interactions light up a small bout of joy that makes his usual face start to crack at the sides. he barely registers the teacher saying it’s alright to leave now and runs a hand through his hair, disrupted from thought when you drop a note on the desk before making your way out of the room. hesitantly, he picks it up and unfolds it, grip tightening as he scans the contents.

“thanks for keeping me entertained

on our little detention date, scara

you never fail to amuse me with your antics ;)

(y/n) <3

p.s. if you wanted to be alone with me you should’ve just said so. there’s no need to start a fight in order to do so darling”

with a sigh, he shoves it in his pocket and resists the urge to slam a hand down on the table. So, you want to play the game this way, huh? fine. he’ll indulge in your actions. even if they feel like a nuisance to him.

“i’ve become stupid with this madness, haven’t i?” he mutters, pushing in the chair and walking into the empty hallway “may the best one win.”

XIAO.

he lets out a small grunt as the cloth wet with rubbing alcohol was lightly dabbed against his lower lip. the slow tick of the off-time clock cuts through the weight in the air as he stares at the concentrated look on your face. features gently twisted into a frown with your brows furrowed and the frustrated, yet understanding, look in your eyes. your hand takes his chin and turns his head, inspecting the bruise that started to form on his cheek.

“xiao-” he lightly swats your hand away, not bothering to look at you and using his hand to cover the bruise.

“leave it. i’m fine.” an uncomfortable silence rests over the two of you again. he flexes his hand absentmindedly, wincing slightly at the stiffness in his knuckles and how the reddened skin was starting to bruise as well. his eyes darted around the room, from the stool you were sitting on to the cabinets where you’d gotten the rubbing alcohol from and finally resting on the clock where it read that it was nearing 4:30. slowly moving his gaze back to you, he watched silently as you shifted in your spot, unsure of how to approach him. clenching his fist again with a quiet sigh, he reached his hand out to you, hesitating slightly as you looked at him with quizzical and unsure eyes.

“just... be quick with it.” he closed his eyes, wondering to himself why your hands that held his with so much care made him glow inside, basking in the warmth that you generated in his chest. the rest of it was done in mostly silence, the exception being the small soothing hums that would bubble in your throat whenever you felt his flinch from your grasp.

opening his eyes, xiao turned his head more to face you, watching as you wrapped his knuckles and cleaned off the remaining dirt from his fingertips. pulling his hand back once you were done, he noticed how you eyed the bruise on his face. sighing, he flicked your forehead, lips twitching at the corners as you whined and rubbed the spot. though the lightened moment was quickly snuffed out.

“why did you fight them?” the question made him freeze. “because it was natural” is what he wanted to say since it was. keeping the ones you like closely protected is something that shouldn’t have to be explained. but the way those people made his blood boil with their taunts and words felt different. he felt the way rage bubbled and spilled over into his words and how his vision slowly went red. all that because those words were directed at you. he huffed, crossing his arms.

“they ticked me off. that’s all.” you give a small smile, knowing how he wasn’t telling the full truth. standing from your seat, you placed everything back carefully, closing the cabinets and looking back at him.

“just- please be more careful next time. i worry about you, xiao.” he scoffed, trying to ignore the way his heart picked up and the red hues snaking their way up his neck.

“i’m capable of handling myself. there’s no use for your worry.” you pick up your bag, resting a hand on his shoulder lightly. xiao hated to admit it in his mind but he couldn’t help but slowly sink into your touch.

“even so, i’m always there for you, ok?” he struggles to keep in the whine that threatens to leave his throat when your hand pulls away. reaching for his own bag, he paused for a moment as he registered you saying bye for the weekend and in almost an instant, his body reacted before he could think.

“(y/n). wait” xiao grabbed your hand, stopping your movements as you faced him again with a perplexed look. he could spill everything in this one moment: finally ridding himself of this feeling in his chest for the time being. the words caught in his throat, leaving him open-mouthed with a red face. xiao shudders, everything he wants to say is right there but he just can’t.

“hmph.” he hastily let’s go and averts his eyes away from your quizzical gaze “n-never mind. sorry for keeping you so late and thanks for your help. not that i needed it.”

LOVE IS A SONG …

DO I WANT YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE WONDERFUL, / OR ARE YOU WONDERFUL / BECAUSE I WANT YOU? the prestigious teyvat arts academy is once again hosting their annual musical production, and for you? well, you’re gunning for the lead role– cinderella. but something throws a tomato in your star spotlight time when you find out that long-time crush, scaramouche, has been casted as prince fucking charming. cue the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” chorus!

love is a song, a scaramouche x reader smau. reader plays the role of cinderella but is referred to by with they/them pronouns. spoilers for: scaramouche’s, childe’s & signora’s real names. tags: uni! theatre kids! oh-my-fucking-god y’all just pining AND oblivious! swearing (if it ain’t obvious already)! ooc characters (literally all of them except childe)!

STATUS: on - going UPDATES: whenever i feel like it disregard time-stamps & interactions (too lazy to put in likes & stuff just pretend they are there)

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꒰ teaser ꒱

꒰ prologue ꒱  me, who am i? ( i / ii )

to be continued …

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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ raisin rage .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ motorcyclist! scaramouche x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: a creamy medium brick-berry lipstick stain with an undertone of warm brown is what’s painted on scaramouche’s helmet and fuck, all can he remember is that very same shade painted on your pretty lips.

genres: romance (implied mutual attraction, but it's mainly kuni being down bad LMAO), modern au + smau.

word count: 745.

author's note: part of the same universe as my xiao smau fic, the chase! i just had to get this fic out of my system haha. thank you to my bf for helping me with the scenes mwah but please ignore the time stamps! 🥺 this'll have a part two so stay tuned :>

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

You were late, atrociously late to the dinner at Xinyue Kiosk.

Clinicals had run late and when you had gotten home you were forced to throw your soiled scrubs into the wash before scrubbing down your skin raw in fears of any bodily fluids landing on your skin unnoticed.

But just as you saw the restaurant in your sights, your phone in your hands vibrates profusely and you belatedly realized that you had missed your lipstick.

Wincing at the memory of Hutao and Lumine clowning you last time for missing your infamous ‘boy killer lipstick,’ you’re about to curse as you realize you’ve forgotten your compact mirror.

But you eyes catch onto a bike helmet sitting atop a motorcycle with a shiny, reflective visor and desperation has you quickly striding towards it.

Back bowing lowly to match the height if the visor, like a clockwork, you quickly and effortlessly line your lips before popping your lipstick cap.

The bullet of the warm brick-red lipstick glides smoothly on your bottom lip but before you’re able to move onto your upper lip, the helmet is suddenly lifted from your view.

Eyes fluttering up, you meet unamused pools of indigo lined by red eyeliner that seems to make the unknown man's eyes pop. 

And despite his flat expression, you note the man as cute and incredibly attractive.

“You need some help?” He mockingly mutters as your back immediately straightens before he sits himself on what you presume to be his bike.

But before you’re able to respond, he slips his helmet on and flips the visor back up. “Go find another mirror to apply your scarlet red lipstick, doll.” His words are nonchalant yet so infuriating.

You repress the urge to roll your eyes before a sweet smile adorns your face, completely missing the way the man’s eyes widen slightly.

“Actually, love, it’s a warm brick-red shade.” You murmur, honeyed words dripping with a false sweetness.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Before Scaramouche is able to retort to your smart ass comment, you move closer, borderline invading his space before you flick his visor down.

He’s surprised by your audacity yet he’s also taken off guard with how pretty you looked when you had smiled earlier.

Even if he knew it was to mask your annoyance from his previous jab, the memory seems to persist in his mind, bright and incredibly clear.

You push closer, your face mere inches from his helmet clad face as a teasing glint sparkles in your eyes. 

He finds himself entranced with the entirety of you, your pretty looks, dreamy smile, and how you swapped blows with him so easily.

“To answer your first question, yes, I do need help. Now sit still and let me apply my lipstick, pretty boy.” You hum lowly—mockingly—and Scaramouche is grateful you’ve flicked his visor down as he knows his heated ears are flushed red.

In all of the years Scaramouche has been alive, he’s never really found himself speechless, always having a retort ready. But as his eyes trace the bullet of your lipstick painting your lips oh so prettily, he swallows down his harsh remarks.

“So,” He coughs slightly and he revels in how your eyes flicker to his eyes behind the visor, eyes defiant and ready to fight. “Mind telling me the shade so I can get it right next time?”

You smile, eyes crinkling and smile lines showing, and Scaramouche feels his chest tighten slightly. 

Fuck, you’re stunning.

“Rum raisin.” Your laugh is sweet, soothing and absolutely alluring that it had him floundering.

If sirens were real, Scaramouche would vehemently say that you were one, an enchanting voice accompanied with bewitching looks personified.

“Thank you, pretty.” He mumbles and he feels a swell of pride when he sees you flush slightly.

But Scaramouche swears his heart nearly fucking stops when you lean in, placing a candied kiss on his visor.

Fuck fuck fuck-

“A gesture of thanks!” You sing softly yet so teasingly and in his dazed state, Scaramouche doesn’t realize that you’ve disappeared behind the doors of Xinyue Kiosk.

A few minutes pass and Scaramouche hastily pulls his helmet off, feeling the cool air against his heated skin. 

“Holy shit-“ He finds himself muttering as he gazes at his helmet visor longingly, drowning in thoughts of you.

Scaramouche recalls of how the warm brick-red lipstick beautifully colored your lips and how you charmingly said Rum Raisin-

“Fuck.” He swears, feeling his skin heat up again.

© 2025 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ balsam flowers and plum blossoms .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ general! scaramocuche x fem, courtesan! reader ɞ

synopsis: having been forced to leave his clan temporarily, kunikuzushi assists the heir apparent of liyue in a upcoming border conflict. while there, like a balsam flower blooming in the early fall's frost, your rosy lips and dusty rouge eye make-up draws him in. in a game of go, the unbeatable inazuman tactician finally tastes defeat at your hands.

genres: romance, mild smut, slight angst.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: indirect mentions of war, implied smut, mentions of pleasure houses (but reader doesn't really partake), unclear timeskips.

reader specifications: reader is detailed to wear red eyeshadow and red lipstick, it's also noted that reader has long enough hair to pin back.reader is also called 'xiyue' but it is merely an alias.

word count: 2.79k

author's note: this fic is heavily inspired by fengxian and lakan from the apothecary diaries and reader's make-up and attire is based off of fengxian's ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Scaramouche’s eyes linger on the letter sent from his mother, the current head of the Raiden clan and he’s too irritated to roll his eyes at her nagging. 

“Throwing me out to accomplish big feats for the glory of the clan,” He sarcastically snarls. “My ass.”

Shaking his head, he tosses the piece of parchment into the fireplace in his temporary office Xiao had provided him, opening the balcony doors before he gazes at Liyue’s bustling streets. 

“General Scaramouche,” Heizou Shikanoin remarks from the other side as the said man’s eyes flit over to his direction.

“Enter.”

“Blessings to the moon of the Inazuman empire,” Heizou murmurs the greeting addressed to the heir apparent of Inazuma.

Handing the general the documents, Scaramouche simply skims over its contents, removing the unimportant ones before waving his hand dismissively. 

Recalling a certain albino haired man, Heizou puts in, “Y’know, I heard of a courtesan that’s unbeaten in Go.”

He inwardly grins as he catches the glimmer of curiosity in Scaramouche’s dark blue eyes. 

“Unbeaten, huh?” Scaramouche simpers haughtily, placing the documents down, interest blooming within him.

“Where?”

“The Yuanfen House in the Red-Light District,” Scaramouche’s nose crinkles ever so slightly before he’s motioning Heizou to the door.

As they make their way to the aforementioned district beneath the starry night of Liyue, Scaramouche can’t help but question, “Who mentioned this to you?”

It's at his words does Heizou chuckle, “Who else besides Kazuha? He’s mentioned repeatedly about how you’re such a shut-in.” Scaramouche glares at his friend causing Heizou to burst out laughing.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

After speaking to the Yuanfen owner, Lihua, the detective motions Scaramouche to a table at the upper levels of the pleasure house.

“Who am I to meet?” It’s a simple and blunt question as he seats himself, his indigo eyes landing on the Go board placed on the table.

Heizou stands at the sidelines, a little ways away from his lord. “The Balsam Flower Maiden of the Yuanfen House, Xiyue is what the owner called her.” His answer is satisfactory as Scaramouche recalls the meaning of each character.

Joyous, rare. He shakes his head as he sets up his black Go stones, rolling them in his palm as he waits for his opponent.

Before long, he hears the rustle of silk fabrics and the soft chimes of metal and beaded hair pins but Scaramouche doesn’t bother looking up.

“You first.” He mutters absentmindedly, fingers tapping quietly against the table.

Scaramouches eyes move from the wide Yuanfen House doors exposing the people walking by to the Go board. He hears a soft hum and more people crowd around him and the courtesan.

It was bound to stir attention: the unbeaten courtesan of the Yuanfen House and the formidable Inazuman tactician and general exchangig calculated blows in a game of Go.

As the courtesan places her white Go stone on the board, a hint of a soft red hue catches his eyes.

Without skipping a beat, Scaramouche is quick to place his own stone, his twilight blue eyes latching on the courtesan’s red tinted nails.

She’s good. He muses, eyeing her abrupt and unexpected moves. But she’s a mere frog in a well.

Soon, he immerses himself in the match, finding himself entertained by her moves and playing style.

But that amusement is quickly shut down as his eyes assess the board. Murmurs from the audience fill his ears much to his annoyance.

I lost. Scaramouche thinks simply, but as he looks at the board further, he realizes he was corner masterfully, having utterly beaten him.

When was the last time I lost this badly? He questions, pursing his lips in mild indignation.

Letting out a quiet sigh, his indigo eyes finally look up and he meets beautiful e/c eyes that seem to sparkle.

With a rosy hue dusted on the outer corners of your eyes and red painted lips, Scaramouche finds himself frozen—captivated almost.

Eyes defiant, and like the smell of the balsam flower that surrounds you, your resinous eyes held a sweet gaze.

Swallowing thickly, Scaramouche composes himself as he gestures for another match of Go, not only captivated by your beauty but your way with the game as well.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Nights thereafter, Scaramouche always finds himself at the doors of the Yuanfen House, consistently buying all your time for the night, barring any man from seeing you.

He ignores Heizou’s smug grin and Kazuha’s faint smile, choosing your company over theirs, finding the silence between you comfortable and serene, the faint smell of balsam flowers sticking to you sweet and addicting.

Game after game, many nights since he’s first fought you in the game of Go, was he able to finally learn of your true name.

Y/n.

Scaramuche finds it pleasant and sweet, rolling off his tongue like honey easily compared to the name Lihua had bestowed upon you—Xiyue.

But as night bleeds into day and day into night, he gradually gets to know you as you do with him. Soon he learns of your past, how you were born in the pleasure house you now serve.

Regardless of such an odd environment to raise a child in, you muse how Lihua was kind enough to provide an education for you and allow you to retain your purity.

Scaramouche hums, placing his dark stone on the board before his eyes flit over to gaze at you.

Pools of indigo trace your face, studying how your long lashes flutter against the apples of your cheeks, eyes dusted with a red hue, lips tinted south rouge as the rosy plum blossom flower painted on your forehead seems to highlight your beauty even more.

As beautiful as a balsam flower. He finds the thought at the very forefront of his mind.

Your eyes flicker up, meeting his and he spares the board a glance before looking up at you once more, meeting your gaze.

Scaramouche finds himself breathless at the sight of you before him, at your beauty and your intelligence, having bested him once more in Go.

“Scara?” You hum softly and he revels in how your voice seems sweeter when calling for him.

Like a clockwork, his true name tumbles from his lips as his eyes trace your lips. “Kuni.”

“Hm?”

“Kunikuzushi is my real name.” He states simply before collecting your white stones and placing them in your bowl, collecting his soon after.

You smile endearingly as your cheeks redden subtley and he finds himself speechless, the words on his tongue suddenly dying. “Well then, shall we play another game of Go, Kuni?”

His heart aches at how sweetly you say his name and like the fumbling, lovesick fool he is, he nods silently, not trusting his words.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Despite the looming threat of the border conflict plaguing Xiao and Liyue, Scaramouche is quick to finish his paperwork, assigning Inazuman soldiers to the forefront of Liyue’s west border to help aid the young heir.

Yet regardless of the stress and tension between the higher-ups, Kunikuzushi keeps visiting you night after night, buying you for the entire night.

He feels a swell of pride as he catches your eyes twinkle brightly when you see him enter your chambers.

“Miss me?” Kunikuzushi teases, a smug grin on his face as you bite back a smile.

“Says the man who repeatedly buys me out night after night.” You retort as you eye the Go board he places on your table.

“Go? Aren’t you tired of me beating you?”

“Hah?” Kunikuzushi snaps, his words having no heat as all as he resists the urge to grin. “Just you watch, love.”

You smile shyly and his heart skips a beat. “Bring it on, Kuni.” You chime playfully as your fingers place your white stone on the board.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Coming from the Jade palace after discussing battle plans and preparations with Xiao, Kunikuzushi’s keen ears catch wind of your price hiking up steadily.

Choosing to brush off such things, he tosses the bag of mora on the counter before making his way to your chambers, his feet carrying him along the familiar path.

Entering, he sees you painting your nails with balsam flower paste. Your eyes catch his and he knows his own soften exponentially.

He’s unfamiliar and clumsy with such longing blooming in his chest and so, he turns to one of the few things he’s keenly familiar with.

“Go?”

You smile but he catches that it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As your game continues, Kunikuzushi eyes you softly and he’s beginning to understand that there’s something amiss simmering in your eyes.

He’s quick to place his stone after you had just done so, but your hand lingers, fingers caressing his before you’re lacing your hand with his. Kunikuzushi’s eyes quickly snap to yours and he’s taken off guard with the raw emotions swirling through them.

Swallowing thickly, he tugs you towards him, his lips descending on yours—sweet and desperate—as your fingers tangle themselves in his midnight blue locks.

Kunikuzushi quickly loses himself in your lips, your touch, your taste as he finds himself addicted, yearning for more. Your hands tug at his clothes as his own slide your silken garments off your shoulders, his hands easily plucking out your hair pins before they wander all over your body, squeezing gently.

Pulling away for air, you pant hotly against his lips. And before he knows it, his hand cups the nape of your neck, bringing your lips against his once more.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi kisses your lips, pulling back as he gazes at you, his heart clenching at the sad, glossy look in your eyes.

He hovers over you, yet with his hands interlaced pinning your own to the silken sheets, Kunikuzushi squeezes your hands three times.

A message, a reminder, an unspoke phrase he’s yet to say.

“What’s with the faraway gaze in your eyes?” He murmurs softly as your lips tremble.

“My price is hiking up and Lihua is tempted to sell me.” It’s a broken whisper and Kunikuzushi dives down gently, kissing your lips hard as his knee settles between your bare thighs, your hands squeezing his.

“Don’t think of them while I’m here with you,” His words are breathy against your lips as he moves his hand to gently hold the nape of your neck, his other hand hooking behind your knee as he raises your leg.

“You’re mine, Y/n, and I won’t let any bastard have you.” His words are quiet but you can catch the underlying heat lining his words.

Your heart feels full as you gaze at the alluring man hovering above you. Pursing your lips in nervousness, you cup his face with your newly freed hands, forcing his dark indigo eyes to fly to yours.

Pulling him closer, your noses nuzzle against each other as your lips ghost over his. Your hand trails to his back, fingers gently tracing his spine as your thumb caresses his cheek.

Beautiful. You think to yourself.

He shudders at your motions and his dark blue eyes seem to become more half-lidded, pooling with lust and longing.

“I love you, Kuni.” You confess quietly, breath glossing over his lips and before you know it, he’s slamming them against your lips as you tangle your hand in his dark tresses.

He’s everywhere; his scent and touch driving you insane, dizzying yet so addicting.

Reluctantly pulling away for air, Kunikuzushi’s eyes seem dazed and drunken-like as he attempts to catch his composure. But with you, bare and ready for him beneath him, he finds it hard to focus.

His heart swells as it feels like it’s overflowing with warmth. He gazes at you sweetly as he thumbs the edge of your kiss-bitten lips, the look in his eyes tugging at your heart.

Kunikuzushi loses himself in your heat as your eyes close in pleasure. His hand gently squeezes yours once, twice—thrice.

“I love you,” He kisses you as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I am yours, Y/n.”

He murmurs against your lips, utterly addicted. “Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi wakes up in the dead of night, his eyes tracing your serene features as he pulls you flush against him, his heart thrumming at the feeling of your bare skin against his.

His fingers gently trace the slope of your cheek before his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes sleepily flutter open and the look on his face sends your heart racing.

He places his forehead against yours, noses nuzzling against each other as your eyes close. “I am to leave for the front lines.” Kunikuzushi whispers quietly as your hands interlace with his, squeezing gently in worry.

Squeezing your hand once, twice, thrice—a reassuring and unspoken signal for the words, i love you.

“Do not fret, love. For I will come back and you and I will leave this place,” Kunikuzushi kisses you softly. “Together.”

“Promise?”

He smiles, “Promise.”

Your fingertips trace his cheek softly as his own tilt your chin upwards, “Come back safely to me, Kuni.” You murmur, lips dancing against his.

Kunikuzushi deepens the kiss as your fingers tangle themselves in his indigo locks.

“Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The border conflict had taken much longer than he'd anticipated, two months at best but when Kunikuzushi returns to the harbor, he disregards the paperwork and letters littering his office, missing the urgent letters you’ve sent him.

He’s held back from seeing you due to having to close up loose ends with Xiao but once he’s free, he quickly makes his way to the Yuanfen House.

But as Kunikuzushi nears the pleasure house, his ears catch onto news that sends a chill down his spine.

“Did you hear? Someone bought the Balsam Flower Maiden out from the Yuanfen House!”

“Xiyue? No way!”

His eyes widened and his heart beat seemed to echo harshly in his ears. “They beat out the down payment another customer had put in.”

Before he knows it, Kunikuzushi is grabbing the man by his collar, his indigo eyes thundering violently. “When is she being sold?” He snarls and the man pales from the intensity of Kunikuzushi’s eyes, his aura flickering with anger and power.

“T- Today.” Kunikuzushi harshly lets go of the man’s collar before he’s running quickly, his heart aching as panic floods his mind.

He curses himself for being stupid, not having been more careful especially when he knows your price is skyrocketing.

Kicking the door open, he’s demanding to see Lihua, the said woman regarding him with a glare of indifference. “She was bought out.” She states simply as if you were something to be easily disregarded.

His eyes thunder, anger flaring in him as lightning buzzes on his skin. The people within Liyue closest to the harbor’s waters swear they can hear thunder on the horizon.

“I don’t give a damn,” Kunikuzushi growls, fists balling and he doesn’t care to wince at the slight sting his skin radiates when his fingernails dig into his palms.

“I don’t care about the price. I’ll double it, triple it.” He sees the old hag’s eyes sparkle and he feels disgust rise in him. “I want her and only her.”

She smirks, sly and conniving. “She’s all yours.”

Disregarding her words, Kunikuzushi is quick to make his way to your chambers, relief and worry blooming in him.

Opening the doors, he’s greeted with the sweet and slightly spicy, resinous scent of balsam flowers and he finds himself calming down.

Your eyes fly to the door, landing on his figure and they widen in shock. “I’m sorry,” Kunikuzushi admits softly, swallowing harshly as he sees your eyes pool with relief and sadness. “I’m sorry for being so late.”

He isn’t able to say much as your arms are suddenly wrapping around his neck, your scent invading his senses as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Your touch is soothing, calming and in your embrace does he feel less war-torn and he thinks that peace may feel a lot like you.

Kunikuzushi is quick to wrap his arms around your waist as he allows himself to melt into your embrace, placing a kiss on your hairline. “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He apologizes once more and his arms tighten around your waist as he feels your body tremble.

You look up at him and his heart aches seeing unshed tears glaze your pretty eyes. “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You whisper shakily and he wishes he could turn back time to spare you such melancholy.

It’s quiet before you shakily exhale, “I thought I lost you in battle.” Your words are vulnerable and it sends a spike of pain in his chest that lingers.

“Forgive me, my love.” Kunikuzushi murmurs, kissing your lips delicately. “Battered and wrecked, I will always come to you first.”

He holds you closer, “For my heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.”

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

Bro this is literally everything I've ever looked for. How did they know?

ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 !

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𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 [𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀]

he was in the seventh heaven the second your answer loads inside his head. it feels like a dream come true playing right before his very eyes. you, in earnest, agreed to his request of braiding his hair. he knew you would almost always move away from his cheeky displays of affections, therefore, this was a giant achievement to him.

“are you okay there, venti?” you wave a hand across his face left then right. honestly speaking, his silence causes shivers down your spine… it was never a good sign.

he blinks once, twice until he was fully out of his trance-like state. his lips curve into a coy smile, as he tells you, “he, he. it’s nothing you should worry your pretty head, darling; ‘just deep in thought is all.”

you eye him skeptically, you didn’t buy it. however, you ease off after you figured he had no intention of confiding a word to you.

“if you say so…”

excitement cannot describe the gamble of emotions he felt. if he had a tail like the hybrid citizens, it would’ve been wagging along throughout the whole ordeal. his avidity was staggering to witness in real time. he had the stubbornness of a mule and you frequently needed to pester him to move.

it all happens in the blink of an eye. he stands up to grab his brush from his bathroom then sits down in front of you with his hair down, bangs perfectly framing his face. he didn’t waste a moment to steer your hands to start working on his messy locks.

he hums a random tune to himself to keep him occupied as you part the side of his bangs into three sections.

what would typically cost him five to six minutes of his time took you nearing sixteen. admittedly, when he did his hair at the early break of dawn, it was braided haphazardly. you, on the other hand, wanted it to at least look neat.

“are you done yet?”

“um… not quite…” you mumble, as you comb the rest of his bangs on the other side.

the couple minutes of braiding you’ve just done will take as long as a whole go-round from there, so you think. he huffs at you as if he weren’t an almighty archon but the common rascal and hums another soft tune to keep himself company. as you reach halfway, your hand shakes from the concentration it exerted while you work.

alas, it was a matter of time before his boredom won and he did what he can to humor it in the meantime—you only wish he didn’t do it to the detriment of your progress by closing his eyes then leaning in with his lips pursed, ready for a kiss.

“stay still!” you giggle, trying to dodge his attempts to place a chaste peck on your lips. your words falls on deaf ears and he connects his lips with yours, emitting a pleased sigh.

𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 [𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿]

he feels pathetic for crawling into your window during these late hours into the evening. he swears under his breath; if passersby were to catch sight of him, they’d believe he was another hormonal village juvenile, desperate to see his lover in absence of parental authority. swinging his other leg over the ledge, he steps into your room with the grace of a feline.

a corner of his mouth lifts when he spots you flinch from his unexpected visit. based on what he had observed, you were in the middle of preparing for bed. you were by your dresser, fixing your hair to avoid any tangles while you slept.

“scaramouche?!” you gasp.

he swiftly places a hand over your mouth then counts to ten in his head to survey if anyone heard you. he lets go once he believed it was safe enough to speak.

“i need your help,” he whispers by the shell of your ear. your eyes meet his through the mirror, it trails after his hand as it traces to the end of your braid and tugs at the fabric that held it together. it didn’t take long for you to understand the gist of his request.

motioning him towards your bed, you gesture at him to stay while you grab a brush from the top of your dresser. he toys with the ends of his hair and tsks at the length… how did he fail to notice it had grown past his shoulders?

the bed dips behind him; his shoulders stiffen at the feel of your brush combing through his mane. his body unwinds when you start parting his hair into sections. he can tell the uneven cut poses as a challenge by the string of curses you whisper. warmth spreads across his chest at how domestic the moment plays out.

it didn’t feel real at all.

minutes pass and he could feel himself melt into the tender ministrations of you braiding his hair. he never knew such a mundane act can be this calming to the mind. his eyes were beginning to flutter shut until you pull away, telling him you were done.

touching your work, scaramouche was silently impressed at your efforts to tie everything together. not a strand wanders loose; and at that, you return to your dresser without a hitch. you had barely taken a seat when you hear him let out a loud cough. turning around, your brows raise to find him… with his hair down?

“can you fix it again?” in his right hand, he exposes the split ribbon hair tie.

you didn’t think twice; nodding, you search your drawers for one made from better material. scaramouche smirks at your gullible nature and waits with no complaints—a big first. there, in his other hand is the letter opener you keep by your bedside; on its blade lays specs of fabric frays. it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together and understand what he had done…

Does anyone remember this SMAU, it's a scara x reader. Scara is in a band (obv) and reader went to their concert, and they had an after party where scara and reader kissed, the reader wake up the next day not remembering it and like it was all over socmed

Pls if anyone remember it leave a comment on where to find it😭🙏🏻

Melody of the Forgotten

The grand opera house of Sumeru City was the jewel of the nation’s artistic world, a towering edifice of stone and glass, alive with music and drama. Its stage had seen performances that transcended the mortal plane, and its corridors echoed with the whispers of stories long forgotten. You had been drawn to it from a young age, captivated by the splendor of the performances, the allure of the music, and the dream of one day performing on that hallowed stage yourself.

And now, that dream was within reach. You had been accepted into the opera’s prestigious company, your voice singled out as one with great potential, a rising star in the world of song. The opera house had become your second home, its backstage corridors a maze of opportunity and challenge.

But there was another presence in the opera house, one that the performers rarely spoke of—at least, not aloud. There were stories, rumors whispered among the stagehands and the older performers, of a phantom who haunted the opera house. He was said to be a master of disguise, a shadowy figure who could slip between worlds unseen. His moods were as tempestuous as the sea, his emotions unpredictable as the wind. He was both feared and revered, his influence felt in every corner of the grand theater.

No one had ever seen his face. And those who claimed to know more often spoke in cryptic tones, as if afraid to say too much. Some said he wore a mask, hiding some hideous deformity, while others claimed that he was a spirit—an echo of an ancient, forgotten soul who could never rest.

You had dismissed these stories at first, focusing instead on your training. But soon, you began to notice strange things—small, unsettling signs that you were not as alone as you once thought. At times, you would catch a fleeting glimpse of a figure in the wings, watching your rehearsals. Doors that had been locked would mysteriously open, and you would hear faint whispers in the corridors when you were sure you were alone. Most unnervingly, though, you began to find letters—perfectly folded pieces of parchment, slipped under your dressing room door.

The first letter had been a simple compliment: “Your voice is like the first breath of dawn—pure, yet aching with potential. Do not waste it.” It was unsigned, written in an elegant hand, but you had a suspicion it was from the phantom.

From that point on, the letters became more frequent, sometimes offering advice on your performances, other times cryptic messages that left you pondering their meaning for hours. And slowly, you began to realize that the phantom, whoever he was, had taken an interest in you—an obsession, even.

One evening, after a particularly demanding rehearsal, you lingered on the stage, watching as the candles in the chandelier flickered, casting long shadows across the empty seats. The house was quiet now, the other performers having retired for the night. You stood alone in the vast, echoing space, your heart still pounding from the intensity of your singing. You could feel eyes on you, though you saw no one.

"Why do you hide in the shadows?" you called out, your voice barely above a whisper, yet confident.

There was no immediate response, but you could sense something shifting in the air. Then, from the darkness of the wings, a figure stepped into the dim light—tall, with a slender frame and an air of theatricality about him. His face was obscured by a half-mask, covering the right side of his face, leaving only his left eye visible, cold and calculating.

It was him. The Phantom.

Or rather, Scaramouche.

He was known by many names—the Balladeer, the Wanderer, the Sixth Harbinger—but here, in the shadows of the opera house, he was the phantom. His movements were precise, his posture one of practiced elegance, as though every step was part of an unseen performance. His dark hair framed his mask, and though his lips were hidden in shadow, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you.

"You're brave," he said, his voice smooth and velvety, with a hint of danger lurking beneath. "Most would flee at the mere mention of me. But not you."

Your breath caught in your throat, but you refused to look away. "You’ve been watching me."

He tilted his head slightly, a slow, deliberate gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes," he admitted, with no hint of apology. "Your voice—it is unlike anything I’ve heard in years. Pure, yet raw. It needs... guidance."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a strange mixture of fear and fascination. Scaramouche was as much a part of the opera house as the stone pillars and velvet curtains, and now he stood before you, a living mystery wrapped in enigma and shadow.

"I don’t need your guidance," you said, though your voice trembled just slightly. "I’ve made it this far on my own."

He chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "Is that what you think? Do you believe you’ve come this far through sheer talent alone? No... you’ve had help—whether you knew it or not."

His words sent a chill through you. "What do you mean?"

Scaramouche’s visible eye gleamed with amusement, and he took a slow step closer. "I’ve been behind the scenes, pulling the strings. I have arranged for you to be noticed by the company, whispered in the ears of those in power. Without me, you would still be singing for an empty hall. You owe me... everything."

Your mind raced, trying to comprehend what he was saying. Had he been manipulating your career from the start? The realization struck you like a cold wave of fear and anger.

"I didn’t ask for your help," you said, your voice firmer now, though your heart was pounding.

He laughed again, this time with more cruelty. "No. But I gave it nonetheless. And now..." His eye darkened, his tone shifting to something far more possessive. "Now you belong to me."

The finality in his voice left no room for argument, and for the first time, you felt the weight of his obsession settle over you. You had always thought of him as a distant figure, a myth that haunted the opera house, but now, here he was—real, tangible, and far more dangerous than you had imagined.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Scaramouche’s gaze lingered on you, his eye narrowing slightly as if assessing your every thought. Then, in a swift motion, he moved closer, his gloved hand reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I want your voice," he said softly, but there was a dark hunger in his tone. "I want it to sing only for me. I want to shape it, control it, make it perfect."

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his fingers cold against your skin. "You don’t understand," he continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, almost tender. "I have waited so long for something... someone... who could complete my music. I’ve seen mediocrity, incompetence, but you... you are different."

His obsession was suffocating, the intensity of his words sinking into your bones. You could feel the weight of his desire pressing down on you, and for the first time, you understood the full extent of his control.

"I’m not your puppet," you said, your voice shaking with fear and defiance.

Scaramouche’s lips curled into a cruel smile beneath his mask. "No... you’re not. You’re something far more precious. But make no mistake—you are mine."

The candlelight flickered as his words echoed in the empty opera house, and you felt the walls closing in around you. You were trapped in his web, caught between fear and fascination, between a desire to run and an inexplicable pull that kept you rooted in place.

"I can make you a star," he said, his voice turning soft, seductive. "I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Fame, fortune... all of it. All you have to do is sing for me."

You hesitated, the temptation of his offer gnawing at the edges of your resolve. There was something irresistible about his words, something that made you want to believe him, to trust him.

But deep down, you knew the truth. Scaramouche was no savior. He was a phantom, a manipulator, a creature of shadows who sought to control you for his own ends.

"You don’t control me," you said firmly, stepping back from him.

For a moment, Scaramouche’s smile faltered, his eye flashing with anger. But then, just as quickly, the mask of calm returned.

"Perhaps not yet," he said softly, though his tone carried an unmistakable threat. "But in the end, you will sing for me. Because there is no one else who understands you like I do. No one else who can bring out the true potential in your voice."

He stepped back, his form blending into the shadows once more, his presence as ghostly as ever.

"You will sing for me," he repeated, his voice lingering in the air as he disappeared into the darkness. "Sooner or later... you will."

The opera house was silent once more, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a curse. And as you stood alone on the stage, you knew that your fate was now intertwined with his, bound by the melody of his obsession.

Electrifying Awakening

Word Count: 1053.

Genre: I honestly wouldn’t really consider this angst, more thriller I guess. But yes, angst.

“Oh stop running, you’re always so dramatic!” You heard his voice yell through the trees, followed by a shrill maniac laugh. 

Your shoes splattered with mud and dirt due to the pouring rain. Arms littered with cuts from the pointed vines you’d pushed through in an attempt to escape the sixth harbinger. Your heartbeat was pounding so hard you could feel it pulsing in your head. Adrenaline rushed through your body as you jumped over fallen branches and pushed through the dense forest. 

Your hand found its way to your eyes as you vigorously rubbed them, attempting to rid your corneas of the crystal rain water and tears that blurred your vision. The pounding of the soles of your shoes slamming against the ground was the only thing you could listen to in your escape. 

As your glossy eyes darted up towards the dark purple sky you saw bolts of bright purple lightening dart through the clouds. Rain poured into your orbs as you shielded your face with one of your hands. 

Suddenly, you felt yourself tripping forward as you were met with a hard thwack to the face. However, due to the adrenaline still coursing through you, you felt nothing at all. Using your trembling hands your pushed yourself up and quickly sat behind the base of a large tree. 

Pushing your head back against the bark, you covered your mouth with both hands as you clenched your eyes shut. 

You could hear the soft steps of the harbinger nearing closer as you shivered all over in pure fear and anxiety. 

“Oh? Where have you gone now?” He called, smirk apparent in his voice. 

The sound of a quiet buzz filled your senses as you opened your eyes, scared to look anywhere but in front of you. A blur in your vision occurred and within the next second the tree in front of you had been charred black, causing you to jump and let out a small yelp. Pushing your knees further against your chest you tried to calm your beating heart. 

Your lungs, going into overdrive as you heaved in small portions of air only to release them seconds later. You could feel a sharp pain in your chest every time you did so. But, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, after all facing the wrath of Scaramouche would be ten times worse.

You could invision yourself being strapped to a wooden chair as the harbinger stood in front of you, his glare making you feel small and insignificant. His hands on either side of your head as electricity threatened to pulse through his hands every time you said something he didn’t like. Thinking he would be anymore lenient with you simply because you worked as part of his leagues was a foolish choice.

In fact, the more you came to know Scaramouche and got to know him, the rougher he’d been with the shock treatments. This type of treatment had been used to drive rules and standards into all members of the Fatui that had been a lower class than Harbinger. The sixth harbinger had been the one to lead all of sessions, of course, since he was just the right amount of sadistically insane to do so. 

You felt your heartbeat came to a halt as your eyes lingered on the sight of the charred and burned tree, now spilt in half and fallen to the side. The rain pelted your skin, your breath halting in your throat.  

All footsteps had ceased and your anxiety suddenly spiked. He knew where you were. He had to have known. He was going to kill you with how much rage he’d built up. 

“Oh well, seems like I made a mistake, but I’ll find you eventually.” Came his voice, mere feet away from your current hiding spot. 

Upon hearing his footsteps pick up again, you let out a quick sigh your eyes fluttering closed one again. 

After a few moments you quietly stood up as you looked to your right, making sure he wasn’t there. Taking a step forward you were instantly pulled back, slammed into the tree as your eyes darted to the left. There he stood, the sixth harbinger, his hand roughly gripping your forearm as you felt a sting run through your body. 

You let out a scream as you attempted to thrash out of his grip, but he wasn’t having any of it. He’d brought up his other hand as a harsh slap across your face was delivered, small volts of electricity stinging your skin. 

“You really thought you could get away from me.” He laughed out as he took hold of your other arm, slamming you into the tree again. “You are a fool.”

“Let go of me Scaramouche!” You yelled, resuming your attempts to break free of his iron grip. 

He let a sadistic chuckle as his eyes locked with yours, their purple hues almost glowing in the dim light of the forest. Two unbearably painful bolts of electricity jolted through your body causing you to cease your attempt to escape and let out a helpless scream. 

You felt him remove one of his hands as it was placed beneath your jaw. He tilted your face towards his as he gave you a terrifying smile, “It would seem you need to be disciplined again.” 

--

You jolted up, placing your hands over your beating heart, and looked around the room. You were in your bed, the plush covers lightly brushing against your legs. 

“It was.. It was just a dream.” You spoke quietly. 

Eyes quickly darting to the side you caught sight of the peaceful image that was Scaramouche, asleep of course. One of the only times you’ll ever get to see the sixth harbinger seemingly as at peace as he was right now. 

Lowering your hands, you let out a sigh as you shook your head. Returning to your previous position you pulled the covers back up over your chest. Staring at the ceiling you felt your eyes grow heavy once more. For some reason, you ignored the rather subtle pain in your arms and closed your eyes. 

However, what you hadn’t been able to see in the dim light of the room, was the large and terrifying smile that was splayed on Scaramouche’s lips.

© Aruchemihq - 2022

In the Fray

Word Count: 594.

Genre: Fluff(?)

(First official post? Hell yes! Super excited to interact with this community!)

Flashes of purple electricity bolted around you, your chest heaving. Using your claymore to shield yourself in rapid succession along with your uneven breaths. The air smelled thick with smoke, trees lay in an ashy mess around the forest. The violent strikes of electricity coming from two different people, both equally as strong as the other. 

Your chest heaved as your eyes blinked like flickering orbs of light. Pupils darting from side to side in an attempt to pinpoint the next strike of electricity. Of course, this had been your fault in the first place. Walking into an ongoing fight that consisted of two people who hated you wasn’t the best choice. 

However, what you hadn’t expected was the puppet to be working with the Shogun to try and kill you. The Shogun certainly didn’t care whether or not she killed you or him, she had reasons for both after all.

Your eyes narrowed as you heard a fizz in your left ear, jumping to the side to narrowly dodge another bolt of lightning. The Shogun stood before you in the dark smoke covered sky, the hands she stood on only making your fear worsen. She was an Archon after all, and you a simple vision bearer. Her eyes glowing purple with surges of electricity jolting through them. The aura that surrounded her seemed as if she’d lost all humanity, only being driven by her urge to kill.

On the other hand, your second opponent had been on the ground with you. The catalyst bearing puppet who swore up and down he hated your guts; even though you worked along-side him for years. You, being a Fatui Harbinger as well as a Cryo vision bearer, had quite the challenge against these two. The slightly slower swings of your claymore adding more insult to your already terrible situation.

Your arms were littered with black spots, turning your veins purple and surging with and electric jolt. A single moment of focusing on something else would be your downfall because within the next second, the ground before you was stricken with electricity. This, of course, sent you flying backward. 

What you didn’t expect, is to be caught by something. Two hands grabbing your arms as your back rested against his chest. You turned your head to the side to look him in the eyes.

“I thought you hated me, Scaramouche?” You spoke out dryly, making sure to clearly say his Harbinger name just to spite him. 

“We’ve got bigger problems right now.” He spat back. 

He pushed you off him lightly, picking your claymore up from the ground with one hand. You stared at him for a moment, forgetting about the ravaging Shogun trying to find the both of your positions from beneath the trees. 

You hesitantly rested your hand on top of his. “Care to help me calm down this sweets loving Archon, Kuni?” 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?” 

You took the Claymore from him. “No, not really.” 

He huffed out a breath before walking behind you and pressing his back against yours, his catalyst ready to aim in one hand. His other stood poised and ready to direct lighting at any given moment. You positioned your Claymore in front of you, plunging it into the ground. The dirt beneath, cracking and surging with a light blue hue. 

He spoke one last time before everything blew up in a flurry of elements and light, a sentence you’d never forget.

“Let’s get this over with, my dear.” 

© Aruchemihq - 2022

Y’all.

If scaramouche was in the leak….

I’d go crazy

P.S: idk who made this!! Credits to them though😁

trapped

scaramouche x reader | kazuha x reader | xiao x reader

A/N. this randomly came to me when i was scrolling threw twt, based off a kazuscara fanart- Also holy shit i’m back sorry for like the year of me ghosting this account 💀

.trapped In a small space with them

.afab reader(?) mentions of “boobs”, very sexual. Perv!xiao, very ooc xiao in this fics, implied taller!reader for scaramouche’s part.

scaramouche.

> You aren’t ..exactly sure ..how you got In to this- predicament,,

> You and Scaramouche were just scouting out the area, But I guess neither of you notices the obvious leaf trap.

> And it was to late when you guys tried to walk over it and fell in to a Very, very, very small hole.

“Can you Move over?”

“You know, dear, that would be super easy if i had any room to move over to.”

You can hear a scoff come from him in the dark. You were currently trying to figure out how to get out of the situation you were in. Your husband keeps wiggling, some how thinking it might get him out.

Now sense it’s pitch black, You can’t exactly see the predicament Scaramouche has gotten himself in. His hands are on the wall against your back, his leg in between yours, And His face is pressed right against your breasts. You don’t mind the position he’s gotten himself in- In fact you think it’s funny, take it as payback for moving too much.

On the other hand- Scaramouche is beet red, and very embarrassed. But he’s stuck, and can’t do anything unless you move.

you can hear a low grunt come from him, and then you hear him clear his throat. “Hey.”

you smirk- not that he can see it. “Hi..”

You hear him shuffle a little and adjust his position before he speaks up again. “Can you, like, shuffle your position, a bit?” You sigh and try and shift your position- but in the worst way possible. You lean over him and push him so he’s the one leaning against the wall, and your breasts are pushed up against his face. “Is this better?” you ask.

Well, This isn’t exactly what he wanted, and he’s not complaining- well he is but only because he’s frustratedly flustered. He can’t even reply with your breasts in his face. His legs feel like jelly, his hands are shaking and his face is beat red.

You’re like this for another hour or so, before you hear commotion from above. Scaramouche tries to shuffle out of this embarrassing situation, but instead accidentally tickles you which results in you giggling. “You fool, stop squirming! here, I’ll move” You lean your back against the wall so he can finally breathe. He huffs and looks up to see Tartaglia- Never in his life has he thought he’d be grateful to see the 11nth harbinger.

Kazuha.

> You were so careful that this wouldn’t happen.

> You we’re trapped in a small storage closet with kazuha, after beidou asked you to fetch something from the closet. It locks from the outside.

> A crew member just so happened to accidentally shove kazuha- who was holding the door open- in to the closet with you.

> And here you are, Anxious, embarrassed, flustered, frustrated. All in a small closet with kazuha, your crush .

You’re breathing heavily, your chest rising up and down repeatedly. “We need to get out of here, god I can’t let anyone catch me like this-“ you breathe out in stuttered breathes.

“You should calm down, stressing won’t help the situation.” Kazuha says, trying to help you calm down. But it’s no use when he doesn’t know your embarrassingly huge crush you have on him. “Breathe in and breathe out, take a moment to calm down.” He says, and you slow down and listen.

Breathe In, and Breathe out. Breathe In, and Breathe- Suddenly your jerked forward with kazuha’s back hitting the door and him cushioning your fall. The ship must have taken a huge wave. But that only made the situation worse.

The lights dimmed out, but you can still see. You frantically look around and you look down at kazuha who’s squished between your breasts.

Ok. Panic Mode now.

You urgently try and Shuffle out of this embarrassing position. At the failed attempt, you curse under your breathe. “God dammit.” You then result in leaning more in to kazuha- much to your dismay. You try and jam the door open but it’s no use. Your breathes are staggered and your panicking.

Kazuha takes your hips and rubs circles on them trying to calm you down. Which did the exact opposite. Your heart is racing but atleast it stops your movements. He shuffles a bit so he can speak. “y/n. please, calm down. We’ll just have to wait till someone opens the door.” you try and choke out a response but with how his hands are on your hips, his face pushed up against your chest, and his calming words. Your at a loss.

about 10 minutes of silence goes by. When finally kazuha speaks up. “Are you ok?” he breathes out, and you nod. “mhm..yeah, I’m ok..are you?” He stops his movements for a second, before continuing and humming, sending vibrations threw your chest. “I’m perfectly content.” You can just feel him smirk.

You shuffle your feet for a second, you thought now would be a great time to confess your feelings. as you open your mouth, the door clicks and opens. Leading you both falling down with you on top of him, the whole crew staring at you and your face the color of a tomato.

Xiao.

> You we’re exploring abandoned ruins and buildings with xiao

> You came across a coffin-shaped box and was looking inside

> until xiao bumped in to you (totally on accident..) and you guys fell in to the coffin

Xiao was underneath you while you were on top.

You were pretty calm, not thinking about anything else other then getting out. You tried to nudge the coffin cover open but you couldn’t from the angle you were at.

You Huff, and whisper in his ear, “hey, xiao, try and nudging the cover off.” your breath fawns his neck and his breath hitches, But he reaches around your body to try and push the cover off. He attempted, but it was a weak attempt- he did that on purpose. Thankfully you couldn’t tell, you figured it was the position you two were in that made it difficult.

You didn’t know what to do, But your arms were getting tired from supporting your body weight, and you didn’t think anyone would come across the ruins anytime soon. You slowly begin to lean your body weight on xiao’s, your breasts Pushed up near his face, your heavy breathing, and your leg between his.

you’re about to relax fully before you feel his hands creep up the back of your thighs and on to your butt. You freeze and your breath hitches. What is he doing? does he think your asleep? You can feel him lean in to your breasts. Wait. Is he sniffing you?? you’re too scared to do or say anything. He rubs his hands up and down your butt and thighs, while nuzzling between your breasts.

His hands seem to be wandering under your clothes, but before his hands can get too far the cover snatches open and you look up to find Hu tao smirking down at you, you’re never gonna live this one down.

10:41 am 7/26/2022

falling in to their s/o’s breasts

scaramouche, ganyu, thoma x fem!reader

Summary—> boobs

A/N; I’m tired take this half assed fic

Warning(s)/genre—> fluff, suggestive, no mention of pronouns, mention of boobs.

Scaramouche;

This certainly wasn’t how you expected to greet your boyfriend after coming back from a long trip. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprise for you both.

Scaramouche was getting off the boat In liyue harbor, eagerly wanting to be in your arms once again. You were waving at him with that big smile on your face that he missed. He started picking up the pace in his steps, wanting to be in your arms as soon as possible, but not that he wanted everyone else to know that.

Knowing what he wanted, you opened your arms for him. He was about to reach out and grab on to you, but, he ended up tripping over a rock, stumbling forward; landing face first on to your boobs.

Time stopped for atleast 5 seconds between the two of you. You didn’t mind the position you two were in right now, In fact; you wrapped your arms around him, in result; his face being pushed deeper in to your breasts as you kiss his head.

His face was beet red, not that you could see it; but you could tell nonetheless. Slowly he wrapped his arms around your waist, not saying a word.

“Welcome Home”

Ganyu;

You were meeting her at wanmin restaurant. She’s been over loading herself with work, so you guys haven’t been able to see each other a lot. Hoping that this dinner would make up for her lack of visibility.

You were waiting outside for her, wanting to go in with her. You can spot her from a distance, waving your hands in the air to get her attention.

She meets your eye, picking up her pace to make it to you quicker with a smile on her face, she opens her arm for a hug, and you do the same. But she ends up getting sleepy, Ganyu ends up falling and landing right on to your breasts, as you hold her body so she doesn’t fall.

Slightly shaking her awake, Ganyu snuggles deeper in to your breasts, making your face heat up even more. “G-ganyu..wake up honey..” you shake her a bit more aggressively and she wakes, having her hands around your waist to keep her steady. “h-huh?” she yawns, but as she looks at her surroundings, and up at your bright red face; she realizes the position she’s in; in which she quickly scatters off your body with her face Flushed red.

“O-oh dear-! i-i’m sorry I-“ you take her hand, guiding her to the restaurant. “No worries, let’s eat and then we can head home and rest, hm?”

Thoma;

He was rushing, he was busy all week. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms. He was starting to get impatient; speed walking threw inazuma.

You were standing under a tree, waiting for thoma, and checking your surroundings. You spot him in the distance and wait for him. He catches you, eagerly waving his hands in the air; running up to you.

sadly, the world wasn’t on thoma’s side today (yes it was) he ended up getting distracted, therefor; tripping over his own feet, landing face first in to your boobs.

thankfully, nobody but you saw the incident, the tree being your cover. You run your fingers threw his hair, and rub his back, keeping him in place.

“I didn’t know you missed me this much, perv” you giggle and kiss his hair. All he can do in this situation is wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him, “I missed you so much” he says, “I missed you too, cutie.”

Wait, s/o taking Scara and Xiao to a family gathering for the first time. And s/o is Making Xiao/scara a plate. And s/o's mom is like "aww, well who is this?" And Her cousins start flocking around them And S/o is like "oh, right, hun, meet my family." And then she turns and Just goes. "Family, meet my precious little Kitty meow meow." And then proceeds to put her hands on her knees and starts baby-talking the shit outta him, just because S/o is taller than Him.

“Babying”

scaramouche x reader | xiao x reader (separate)

A/N; Ok this fic did not turn out like the ask, I just went off of what i remembered. so sorry but i’m way too lazy and tired to re start this took so long, Hopefully this is good enough 😢

summary—> reader babying on scara and xiao during a family gathering.

warning(s)/genre—> Fluff, slight cursing in scara’s, no pronouns mentioned for the reader. (scara’s part is a little short)

Xiao;

was against going to this family reunion with you. He complained on why he had to attend with you, and why you couldn’t go alone to see YOUR family.

Holding up your hand with the wedding band on it, and telling him how he’s now part of your family convinced him enough.

It was a long journey to fontaine, but you both made it in one piece.

Holding his hand, walking to the location, everyone turned their heads, all attention was now on you and your adepti husband.

waving your free hand and greeting everyone, your other hand occupied by your husbands, everyone turned their heads, excitingly greeting you and calling out your name, hugs were given and received. A bunch of questions where asked until one of your close cousins squealed,

“O M G!! Y/N!! Is this xiao!? YOUR HUSBAND!!?? he’s much shorter then expected !” she screamed out, bouncing on her heels, everyone started swarming, talking about his height, and comparing it to yours. which he absolutely hated, but tried not to burst in front of your loved ones.

You smile, turning to xiao and bending down a bit, squishing and pulling his cheeks, “yes he is!! my wittle’ adorable husband, the best partner I could ever ask for! yes he is!” you babied him, giggling, getting a couple laughs from others.

Xiao’s face was heating up, out of anger, embarrassment, and because you complimented him. He squirms and manages to swat your hands away, “stop that.” he says sternly, “aww your so cute when your embarrassed, aren’t you? cutie cutie” still toying with him, he gives her a small glare that tells you to knock it off or he’ll explode, you finish with the teasing, patting his head.

Turning to your family, finally answering their question; “yes! this is my husband, Xiao.” you hold out your hand with the ring on it and smirk, “officially off limits, hehe”

Scaramouche;

You had to drag him to your family reunion. Physically drag him because he refused to go

complained threw the whole trip about how this is a waste of time

deep down he was just angry and scared of your family not liking him. (and him not liking your family)

immediately everyone went quiet and looked at you guys, especially scara, because they’ve never seen anyone like him before.

They all just looked, whispering amongst themselves, “that’s they’re new boyfriend..?” “why does he look so angry..” “..He’s one of the fatui harbingers, isn’t he?” “are you sure? he’s rather short..”

“Ahem..” you cough in to your hand to get everyone’s attention, “this is my boyfriend ! scaramouche, say hii” you ruffle his hair and talk in a babyish tone, “come on scara! you can do it, say hi to the nice people~” you squish his cheeks but he’s quick to smack your hand away, “fuck off” he huffs and turns his head, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. you giggle and turn your attention to your family members, “don’t mind him, he’s just in a grumpy mood, he didn’t have his nap~” he snaps his head around glaring daggers at you, but you pay no mind. “Your obnoxious.” you hum in acknowledgment, “You don’t say that when we’re-“ “-OK OK” his cheeks are red and he looks down.

You wrap your arm around his and peck his forehead, then his cheek, then his lips. “alright, I won’t bug you anymore, cutie.”

8:18 pm 9/22/2021

Okay wait. Imagine Scara and xiao being interviewed with they're s/o and the interviewer asks the boys "What's your position around the house." And before they can answer, they're s/o just goes "Being submissive and breedable, Next." That's my Request 💀💀

Submissive and Breedable

scara + xiao x reader (separate)

summary—> your at an interview and your boyfriend gets asked “what’s your role in the house?”

warning(s)/genre: fluff, kind of suggestive? modern AU. Gn!reader, cursing

A/N; this was so fun to write, this was the best request ever. I hope this is fine! I liked the request, but didn’t really have an idea on how to write it. I hope this is good enough!

Xiao;

Both you and xiao are pop Idols, one of the most famous idol couples in the community.

you got invited to an interview about your jobs, and your relationship. which you gladly accepted.

You had to drag xiao on to the plane to come. (he doesn’t like interviews, especially about his personal life)

You both agreed not to share too much personal information. wanting to keep it private, just for you and xiao. and maybe some close friends.

“welcome! the ever so famous couple: Xiao and Y/n, how are you this evening?”

“We’re doing good! the flight wasn’t too bad, xiao took a nap so he should be fine for this short interview” you smile, taking xiao’s hand in yours as he huffs and blushes.

“I see! It’s great that the flight went well. Ready for Q&A time?”

“of course.” “let’s get this over with.”

After a flood of questions from your fans, finally getting to the last one!

“last one, ready?”

“yup!” you cheer, and xiao nods his head, rubbing circles on to your hand.

“Alrighty, anonymous asks: “Xiao, what’s your role at home?”

Before your boyfriend can even answer the question himself, you jump in cutting him off, “being submissive and breedable.”

Xiao’s head whips to you, Face covered in red blush. “y/n!”

You and the interviewer are giggling while xiao is having a mini panic attack, questioning his life choices. Head in hands trying to cover the blush on his face.

“Well that was sure a great way to hit off this interview! Thank you for coming here today, y/n and xiao!”

Scaramouche;

Your boyfriend is a popular gamer, and he decided to go to vidcon this year

in which you tagged a long, including some of his friends decided to join (childe, dottore, signora) much to his disliking

Scara was on a panel, inviting you to sit with him because he didn’t trust you to be anywhere other then beside him.

It was a panel with other youtubers/twitch streamers, including childe and dottore

After dottore finished talking about what his channel was about (building/experiments, kinda like mattpat) Childe decided to tease scara a bit, with you in on a prank ofc.

Childe, turning to where you and scara sat on the furniture on stage, he smiled, “hey Y/N, why don’t you answer a question.”

“Me? oh, uhm sur-“

“Absolutely not.” scara cuts you off, “I don’t trust you enough to ask them a question, what if you set them up.” he huffs crossing his arms.

already knowing he was gonna say this, childe counters his argument “well, then why don’t you answer the question” he has a sneaky grin on his face.

he sighs, and rolls his eyes. “fine, whatever, what’s the damn question.”

“well, one of your fans asked, ‘what’s your role at the house?”

“what?” he scoffs, “example?”

“scara, honey, they mean like being a house wife, male wife, etc-“ you explain for him.

“-what kind of question is that? ugh, if you have to know it’s-“ it’s your turn to cut him off,

with a mischievous grin on your face you put a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth and yell, “being submissive and breedable!” you giggle as your boyfriend yanks your hand off his mouth and covers yours

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

childe and dottore are laughing their asses off, the fans are screaming and laughing, clapping at your courage to yell that out.

“I’m not taking you to vid con anymore.”

“but this was my first time!”

“and your last.”

you get up from your seat, “well atleast i’m not submissive and breedable, scara.” you giggle and dash off the stage before he can grab you.

he’s internally dying.

11:35 am 9/11/2021

HELLO

you should do genshin impact boys reacting to you pulling a deez nuts joke on them because I pull deez nuts jokes on my sister all the time #girlboss

Reacting to “deez nuts” Jokes

scaramouche x reader | diluc x reader (separate)

A/N: Added a your mom joke for scara’s part. This was super funny to write, i love writing stuff like this 😭 Scaramouche’s part is longer because i didn’t really know what to do for diluc’s but I already had an idea for scara’s

Summary—> you pull a deez nuts/yo mom joke on your boyfriend/husband to see their reaction.

warning(s)/genre—> Fluff, cursing, threats(scaramouche’s part) mentions of goreific actions. Not proofread.

Diluc;

> Man how could you pull a deez nuts joke on this poor man. My guy is so confused.

> Slowly turns his head towards your direction and raises a brow and shoots you a look of, “what did you just say to me?”

> would be even more confused when you start rolling on the ground laughing your ass off

> would result in asking kaeya and venti what it means because they say it all the time to each other but he just doesn’t pay attention enough to care.

> kind of disappointed but finds it funny how you managed to pull one on him after he finds out what the joke is.

It was just the two of you in the tavern, diluc was behind the bar cleaning up and you were sitting at one of the stools waiting for him to finish up. When you remembered the prank kaeya told you to pull. You decided to take the opportunity you had right now.

You have the smuggest smile plastered on your face. Clearing your throat, you start, “Luc’…I cant believe you did that..” you gasp. He slightly turns his head and raises a brow. “What? did I do something wrong?” Your smile widens, oh how sad that he walked in to your little trap.. ”DID DEEZ NUTS, OOHHH!!” You scream almost at the top of your lungs and burst out laughing.

He whips his head around, with the most confused and shocked look on his face and raises his brow, “What? what did you just say?” He just watches you cough and laugh as you try to explain your joke, but your laughing too hard and can’t seem to let any words escape your mouth. He sighs.

The next day when kaeya and venti are in the bar, he hesitated, but turns to them with the most serious face and asks, “What is..’deez nuts’?” Venti spits out his wine and kaeya is just shocked. They explain it to him threw giggles, but he understood.

Once he gets home he finds you on the couch and walks up to you kissing your neck, “Nice joke, love, I’m surprised you managed to catch me off guard like that.”

“yeah sorry about that..SORRY DEEZ NUTS ARENT IN YOUR MOUTH!!” You say pointing to him and giggling. He just chuckles contently and soaks in the sound of your laughs.

Scaramouche;

> what. the. absolute. fuck? did you just say? to me?

> looks at you with the most disgusted face. Why, just why.

> legit wants to break your neck after hearing those words come out of your mouth. But holds himself back because he (sadly) loves you.

> but ends up ignoring you until your on your knees begging for him to talk to you.

He was rambling (complaining) about something the new recruits did and how they did something wrong and almost got the whole team killed on a mission, and how they can’t do anything right. and how he wants to strangle them and slowly watch them die and suffer and-

“it’s not that deep bro..” you cut him off.

“what the fuck do you mean ‘not that deep’ yes it fucking is I-“

“DEEP INSIDE YOUR MOM, OOHHHH BOOM ROASTED.”

He stares at you.

you stare back.

“..”

“…”

Gets up from his seat and walks over to you and gives you the deadliest glare ever.

It makes you giggle a bit, you quickly cover your mouth hoping he didn’t hear; but you can’t help it, you burst out laughing, holding your side because it hurts from laughing so much.

Watches you stumble on to the ground from laughing so hard. Gives you the dirtiest, most disgusting look ever. Like he just watched someone pick out there own limbs out of there body and eat them.

“I can’t even. describe. how much. I despise you right now.”

you look up at him wiping the tears from your eyes trying to catch your breath. You reach out for him to help you up, but he swats your hand away and storms off.

He’s mad at you for the whole day. Grumpy and pissed off. yelling at new recruits (and childe) for no reason.

You finally catch up to Scara at the end of the day. You fall to your knees and grip the clothing of his shorts and start rapidly apologizing, swearing you’ll never do it again.

He’s looking down at you with his arms crossed. Silently enjoying the show of how pathetic you are right now. “..hm, fine, I forgive you. But your not allowed to talk to anyone else but me for a whole week.”

9:21 am 8/25/2021

—[🎀] Genshin Impact Headcanons!!

— [🪄] Requests are open !!

Characters included; Childe, kaeya, ningguang, beidou, scaramouche, albedo, sucrose, razor, bennett, noelle, fischl

Warning: cursing, very slight NSFW(w/ kaeya/albedo), mentions of drinking.

Childe

Hc: Childe likes bigger women, the more there is the more of you he can touch.

Kaeya

Hc: Kaeya likes to catch you off guard/surprise you from behind with a hug. Also likes to grab your behind whenever he gets the chance to (in public or in private)

Ningguang

Hc: Ningguang will allow you to rest your face in her boobies if you’ve had an extremely rough day

Beidou

Hc: If beidou is drunk enough she’ll grab you into a bear hug but only crushing your face into her boobs

Scaramouche

Hc: Scaramouche would absolutely be intimidated if his partner was taller than him, if he had to look up to talk to you even an inch he would go batshit crazy

Albedo

Hc: Albedo absolutely loves to sketch/draw/paint you. He would ask if you could pose for him sometimes, but if he sees you from afar he’ll quickly sketch you. If you're comfortable with it, he’ll ask if he could sketch your body (like just your bare naked body) Because he admires it like your body is His god

Sucrose

Hc: I can see sucrose as really clumsy, but sometimes she’ll purposely trip over something so you would catch her in your arms, even if her face is completely red, she enjoys it.

Razor

Hc: razor LOVES when you pet him, public, alone, anywhere. If you surprise him with a kiss on his head and a little pet he loves it. Also loves when you praise him

Bennett

Hc: Bennett also LOVES when you praise him, with his bad luck and all he loves the sound of your voice letting him know he’s doing good.

Noelle

Hc: Noelle likes to pick you up! bridal style, on her back, shoulders, whatever. She likes to carry you anywhere and everywhere. Likes when you sit in her lap and let her play with your hair. Also likes when you help her with stuff, or come visit her and have lunch with her

Fischl

Hc: Fischl Likes when you listen to her adventures and theories. She’s sometimes shocked that you don’t get annoyed by her childish actions, instead, you also act childish around her so she’s not alone.

genshin nsfw hcs pt 2

read part 1!!

warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, drugging, bdsm, perv albedo, stalking ment, light talk on blood kink, cum play, exhibitionism, wax play, degrading, breeding kink, hair pulling

notes: i kept thinking of that fred song “my babysitters a vampire” while writing this and im sorry this is so late i meant to post this like 2 days ago

albedo

i just wanted to touch more on pervy albedo

can u imagine it.

albedo probably takes pictures of you and says their “for the memories” or “something to remind me of you when you leave mondstadt”

but he really only has them to jerk off to them cmon now

this is gonna sound stalker-ish but albedo probably watches u change through ur window

UVE PROBABLY CAUGHT HIM ONCE TOO

it’s such a funny thought to me omg

you see him outside ur window with his dick in his hand and he’s a stuttering mess LMFAO

you’ve probably caught him staring at ur ass a couple times too

if you ever go to the beach with him.. i’m praying for ur safety..

i feel like albedo would be a little bit of a family guy too

imagine babysitting klee with him and he’s just watching like “yeah.. i’m gonna have a family with u..”

breeding kink imo

arataki itto

sex.

i love him.

if you look closely on him you can see he has a spiked collar

pull it i DARE YOU

again,

MONSTER DICK

slaps his whole abdomen

probably big enough to kill a dragon

OK LET ME GET SERIOUS

he probably has a blood kink

just a lil one

like he’ll scratch up your thighs or bite you till you bleed bc he knows the mark will last

loves when you ride him

all of it can barely fit so he has to help you out

when he sees his dick imprint on ur stomach he’s going wild

he WILL go many rounds too

rip you and your holes bc he will fill ALL OF THEM

cums a lot

an unrealistic amount because i said so

if you don’t like cum play or any mess, he’ll TRY to stay clean

try

he fails in the end but he gets A for effort

diluc

yes.

my boy toy.

idk if i covered this already or not but enjoys wax play

he’ll light a candle and hold it over u and just watch it melt onto u

probably likes it on himself too

(if ur ever fucking him and he’s comfortable with it do it he’ll love you forever)

PULL!! HIS!! HAIR!!

whether you’re top or not, give it a nice lil tug

he may or may not moan

i forget whatever i said about him in the first hcs but this man is my whore idc

yes, he’s fucked you in the tavern

he’s fucked you while on the job too

he’ll take you to the back and give you that dickmeister9000

don’t play with him!!

doggy style, his favorite.

i feel like while diluc would fuck you in the tavern, he’s shy so he likes to keep you in the winery

the maids have definitely walked in on it more than once

it was just awkward staring before the poor maid just left

at this point adelinde is used to it though

so while it’s happening she just acts like normal and leaves

it’s scary as fuck

diluc probably got a few tips from albedo and may or may not have added a little extra sumthin sumthin to a new wine he wanted you to try

he’s experimental let him live

scaramouche

if this mf don’t get some damn official art

anyway

an absolute menace.

LIKE

HE WILL RUIN YOU

and he’s so mean too

he will degrade you to all hell

and he’s rough omg..

deadass i think his dick is like 7 inches

idk them short people be packing sometimes

hate sex is like normal with him

WAIT IMAGINE UR BOTH ENEMIES AND UR BOTH TIRED OF THE SEXUAL TENSION SO U SKIP RIGHT TO THE SEX

i’m a genius

probably into bdsm too

will tie you up

WILL PROBABLY SHOCK U WITH ELECTRO TOO

SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA STORY QUEST!!!

so u know how he kinda drugged mc in that place when we meet him again

what if he does that to u…

WITH CONSENT OF COURSE

spoilers over

i feel like scaramouche would actually be really big on consent

safe words with him are a must

he wants u to feel safe and comfortable

he’ll fuck you into oblivion yea

but only if ur okay with that

venti

whew

y’all.

it’s long.

like you would never imagine it

but it’s long

he’s very. very. fast.

like

lighting mcqueen don’t got shit on him

kachow

cums a moderate amount

probably has a thing for exhibitionism

he will dead ass fuck you in windrise

like just out in the open like that

will probably grope you at angels share

he’s very touchy me thinks

ooo pull his braids

PULL THEM HARD

he will love it.

fucked him so good he wrote a song abt it

I'm so glad we hit a hundred followers! Thank you so much, I am very grateful for this and I need to stop procrastinating ever so often.

If anyone has any suggestions for what I should do for a 100 followers please send an ask I would love to hear everyone's opinion.

Oh but first, those people who participated in the prompts event! Thank you for sending your asks I saw all of them, I'm currently working on them. I need to get out stuff that's actually good so it takes time for me to think of the right plot with good enough sense because I don't get enough time these days.

i swear i’m not slacking off im just tired and busy, my shoulders hurt really badly too i can barely stand hbdvhf anyway would anyone like to send asks? it can be anything i just need some motivation 

marriage

You can think of any character while reading this since genders are either not mentioned or are gender neutral.

Warnings: it's slight angsty

When you think of marriage you think of happy homes and loving families days and days of planning, love, but also the pressure of living with someone for the rest of your life. What if you both fall apart? What if you have a family by then, but you aren't in love with the person? What if just before marriage you realize you don't want this?

Who knows what will happen after marriage. The person you ended up loving left you right before the day you were promised will be the best day of your life. The person you adored and admired for being so brave and strong willed ended up leaving you behind.“This won't work out I'm afraid we'll have to end this” were your lovers. Oh, sorry ex-lover's words to you.

Those words were said as you were waiting for them to say their vows to you. It shocked you and clearly everyone around you words were whispered as your "lover" turned to leave and you didn't know what to do...

'Weren't weddings supposed to bring joy? Why was this everything but joyful' were your thoughts as the place fell silent as you watched everyone leave one by one after taking a glance at you.

Hi! May I request prompt #1 from hurt/comfort prompts with Scaramouche?

Of course anon!

Have a secret, can you keep it?

Warning's: yandere type themes, mentions of kidnapping, this prompt is slightly inspired by @merakiui's bitter sweet secret fan fiction!

Pronouns: gender neutral. 

Synopsis: getting blackmailed into staying in a relationship with etc character, being the perfect doll the perfect secret you have to keep it.

He scared you, splattered in red and a scent so prude that you felt like running away but you couldn't run. Your feet jammed to the floor as you watched your family get slaughtered by this merciless man who didn't care what you saw.

He then approached you and told you to come with him and you couldn't decline because you knew you would be killed too. In his eyes it didn't matter who it was and he just found you as a new doll to pick up and play with. “afraid?” he asked with a smile as you kept silent.

What were you supposed to respond with anyway? “I asked are you afraid?” his voice was more stern and strict, like he wanted an answer, so you nodded.

Laughter filled the room but it felt empty and mocking like he found this amusing, he stared at you and leaned down bringing his cold blood stained hands to your face and there was that smile of victory... No, it was the smile of a despicable man who found pleasure in your horror.

The next thing that happened was your vision being blurry; you didn't even realize he had injected something into your body while he leaned down to your helpless self and smiled. You woke up and looked around to see no one around the place felt cold and small and frankly, it reminded you of a closet.

Weirdly, the silence was comforting. Anything is comforting other than that man's voice; you shuddered at the thought of having to see him again, but he did kidnap you because this surely isn't your house.

Speaking of the devil, the door to the closet room opened and you saw him again as he smiled and leaned down “dolls shouldn't look broken right?” he asked, and you stayed silent. “you won't respond.. Oh well, I placed some clothes outside, go get ready and don't dare to try anything funny or I will make sure you never see the light of day” another sick smile from him. You wondered how many enemies he must have with such an attitude, probably near a thousand at least.

You did as told and dressed up for him; it felt like your soul was getting sucked out of you. It felt like that, that's for sure.

You felt like a doll, getting dressed up and playing out as if your family did not just get killed by this man you saw only once in your life, it felt as if this was a nightmare that you will never wake up from and that scared you. You were now his secret and he will keep you no matter what is said.

Hurt/comfort prompts [and a few others]

I have been bored so I decided to write these prompts! Feel free to request 💞 [most of these are old just some were new so I apologize if the writing is weird]

Prompt #1: “have a secret, can you keep it?” (angst). Synopsis: getting blackmailed into staying in a relationship with etc character, being the perfect doll the perfect secret you have to keep it.

Prompt #2: “I won't hurt you, I love you right?” [mystery?/angst]. Synopsis: your lover was found dead on your apartment front, the lights were out as you entered in and saw someone you thought you can move on from.

Prompt #3: “come back, I miss you, your scent is still lingering in my mind" [hurt/comfort]. Synopsis: lovers till death they said, what a bunch of crap.

Prompt #4: all our love is gone, now you're dead and gone. Synopsis: as you were about to get married to the love of your life they cheated on you and you're trying to get over it all, in between of all that you meet someone else.

Prompt #5: the guy in the coffee shop [fluff]. Synopsis: you always so this guy in a coffee shop you went to time to time. He was pretty cute so you decided to be Friends with him!

Prompt #6: you wrote it!? [crack/fluff]. Synopsis: you have a crush on you're best friend since you met but you're too afraid to ask them out because you might ruin everything so you write a letter that ends up getting sent to the intimidating kid of the school

Prompt #7: what a rainy day [fluff] synopsis: you didn't know it'll rain! The weather forecast said nothing about it.. Unfortunately for you, it was work day and the day after is pay day,, your boss doesn't like people Skipping work no matter what. She even comes into work even if it's a storm outside, but guess mother luck was in your side for you met a stranger at the bus stop as you were wet from the rain pouring and the stranger was kind enough to offer you a walk to the office with their umbrella.

Prompt #8: best friends sibling? [angst/fluff your choice] Synopsis: your best friends sibling just confessed to you as you were over at their house.

Prompt #9: what is love? [slight angst/fluff] Synopsis: the person whom you promised to marry when you were a child shows up back in your life with a proposal for marriage?

Prompt #10: maybe we were meant to part? Synopsis: young love grows to nothing both of you busy in work and slowly grow distant, you know where this is going yet both of you are afraid to leave.