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To Dream of Reality ~"Scaramouche" 2~
"to save, and name"
MASTERLIST
A/N: To the Anon that wanted the Angel's Share chapter, that'll be up soon but i have a brainworm and it must be released.
TWs: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 3.3.
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The 3.3 Archon Quest made you sob. It grabbed your heart and squeezed it, your emotions flowing freely down your face.
Sleep didn't come easy that night.
~~
Tears were running down his face-
his face was dry
and his breath was unsteady as he sobbed
his voice was steady
"Please," he cried begged, "Let me save him. Let me do something, anything, please, Nahida. Please let me save him, shut up, Paimon, Please Nahida, Mihoyo, please please, Aether- help him, save him."
The Creator spoke through Aether but the words remained unsaid, the cries of the Divine echoing eternally in his mind but never expressed.
I'm sorry, he'd think to himself. I'd speak for you, but I don't know how.
It wasn't until later, 'til he had indeed saved the Wanderer, that his voice changed and the Creator's words could reach their audience.
~
"Have you got anything?" the Wanderer asked, and the clicking of keys echoed in the Traveler's mind.
"No, it's not... It's not perfect enough. Kuni, no, He needs to be new. Reborn. Phoenix isn't quite right and Mirai? Future... maybe, but no. Your name..."
"Your name is Jiyuu," They said together, both Creator and Vessel.
"Because you are free," the Creator whispered to themselves, satisfied. "Because you have chosen to be free, and despite your origins, you have forged yourself a new identity from the past. Jiyuu, from your mother tongue, gifted in a new land, to a new identity."
Aether wondered how the others would react if they knew that the name gifted was written by the Creator themselves.
But maybe, just maybe, they knew.
His tongue had moved on its own, after all.
~~~
At first, you were unsure. Was his name fitting? Too childish? Too... mundane?
...
Something within your heart seemed to settle.
You had another chance, one more to change it again.
His name is Jiyuu, after all.
And he's free to change it.
You woke to a strange comfort, and the featherlight touch of another's name on your lips.
"Jiyuu..." you whispered, and you could have sworn that a breeze passed through your closed windows.
Therapy? Never heard of her. Is she a celebrity?
silence
[ wanderer!scaramouche x okami!reader ]
summary: completely lost after his defeat in becoming a god, he searches not only for a new purpose but also for a certain someone who brought him comfort greater than his own kin would.
notes: aka scara is a baby and comes crying to you because he's a sore loser /jk | m.list
words: 2933 | warnings: it's scaramouche /jk there's nothing bad here just comfort and shit, also the pacing is kinda shitty cause i wrote this at work lmao
you have always loved the silence.
the eerie silence that enveloped a battlefield after a fight, where one side mourns for the dead and the other celebrates their victory far away. the tranquil noises of nature in the forest, your abode—if you focus enough, you can hear the white noise of the wind rushing above the sky, the flight of birds, the footsteps of every animal within your vicinity, and the gushing waterfall hitting the surface below. the muted thoughts of people, all with voices to scream yet defiance against authority means death, so they choose to silence their cries for help. the stillness of the night, where you can faintly hear the howls of your kin from afar, reminding you of past battles won and lost.
but somewhere in the distant memory of your past, you miss the complaints of a certain boy whose voice never seemed to shut the hell up.
your words, not mine.
he used to be so loud, crying even whilst he slept. whining and complaining about how you imprisoned him in this otherworldly forest of yours, yet he shuts his mouth after being reminded of his reality of being a casualty to those he comes across.
a puppet gone mad, out of its master's control, strings tangled.
"you're not here to be tamed, brat."
"then why are you keeping me here?" kunikuzushi glares at you from the other side of the stone table, a hand gripping the knife you casually gave him so he could practice on his own.
you always seemed to be his dummy target though. not that he could hurt you in the slightest, the gap between your capabilities is that of the height you need to reach celestia. it's quite an exaggeration, but far from a lie.
"so you don't go around accidentally causing more unintentional problems. learn how to use your brain or something, you have one for a reason," was always your answer to his repeated question, laughing at the way his face contorted to apprehension. "i don't have the patience to shape you into whatever humane person or puppet your creator wants you to be. so i'm doing you a favor by letting you be whatever the fuck you want to be. kill whoever you want, destroy whatever you want, go pour your anger as much as you want. it matters little to me."
"doesn't that contradict your past obligation as inazuma's former defender?"
"exactly what the title says," you shrug your shoulders, throwing your hands up without energy, "that is in the past. inazuma's concerns do not matter to me now that my god is gone."
placing your chin on your palm, you send him a knowing smirk, a sight he realizes that he does not like, "you can destroy this nation all you want and i wouldn't mind one bit. it would be interesting to see you as a god and not just a little brat."
he would always grow silent after the nth time you had this conversation, pondering, imagining the imagery of what you just said. it's almost as if he's in a trance.
the silence of someone having an inner conflict in more ways than one, is something that you would say is better than the silence when someone is mourning.
because this kind of silence is always followed by chaos.
"oh? where do you think you're going, little doll?"
"stop calling me that," he hissed, turning his head to glare at you.
for some reason, the change in his personality these past few months was refreshing, so unlike the whiny little brat who used to cower away from you. the same brat who's always frustrated at himself.
but at the same time, it's such a shame that he didn't change his ways. still reckless and careless.
this recklessness will kill him someday, you thought.
"well, answer the question."
he falters, taking a few steps away from you when you tilt your head, urging—demanding for his answer. he still couldn't look you straight in the eyes when you become like this—when your voice goes a little deep, eyes staring him down and the authority in the way you poised yourself.
"to the fatui. i'm not going to let myself rot in here."
"you're a puppet, you're not supposed to rot."
he scoffs at the comment, vile irritation building up his throat at the way you remained unbothered, almost uncaring, indifferent and as if this means little to you. you act more like a puppet than he does, he realizes.
he hates that about you.
it's ironic. he's the same way, more venomous through his words—but with you, it's like talking to a stone cold wall.
"i'm leaving to snezhnaya."
"hm," you turn your head to the vast forest, shrouded with tall trees and thick fog—wait, when did the fog get so thick? kunikuzushi was so sure he could still see far and beyond the first few layers of those trees, why did the forest suddenly seem so eerie and… predatory.
"you can leave."
"huh?" he stares at you in disbelief, with a hint of sadness.
are you… really going to let him go that easily?
for some reason, despite the freedom given to him, he wanted you to stop him.
"find the exit yourself," your trademark grin appeared on your face, challenging and daring him to do so. it's infuriating, makes him feel like you're looking down at him and his capabilities. "if you successfully get out of this forest, then i trust that you can handle the world outside and beyond this nation."
i take back my words, he scoffs, i don't need their permission to leave. they can't stop me.
"i don't need another petty test of yours, i can take care of my own," he sharply turns away and into the direction he swore was the exit just a moment ago.
"oh, trust me, doll," your giggles echoed through the forest, ringing in his ears for the last time, way too close than from where you just stood a moment ago.
"the forest is a cruel place to get lost in."
and since then, your abode returned to the way it was.
placid, motionless, and isolated. just like how it should be.
yet you look forward to the day that he comes back crying—you stifle a laugh at how pitiful he would look—scrunched nose and furrowed eyebrows, grumbling curses to the world as he slumps down on the ground, hissing at you as you tease him for being a baby before he falls asleep on the sprawled blanket you have in the living room of your cabin. your spirit watches over his sleep, dispersing his nightmares before it can even take root in his mind and blanketing him with your tail despite his inability to feel the change in the temperature.
no, he's too deep in his sleep to ever catch you doing such things.
some days, you'd sense a feeling of fear crawling inside the back of your head. it takes a form of visions and voices. it would whisper using the boy's voice, show images using his face, speak in a way he does. it's times like this that you take pride in your strength. you know better than to crumble against fear and its illusions. such emotions are not strong enough to push through the height of your defenses that were built from piles upon piles of lost loved ones.
yet your heart clenches at the thought of this boy, robbed of the opportunity to grow properly, succumbing to the demons of this world.
it's a shame that even you can't be the person to guide him, for you are the same as he.
you can only hope that he finds himself in his journey.
"ah, it seems like it's that time of the year once again."
you stretch your limbs with a pur-like groan, your tail swinging in anticipation behind you. now that the weariness from sleep had faded, your sharp eyes admire the red and orange colors blending within the forest, the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet every step you take music to your ears and the cold breeze wafting in the air.
the season of fall always brings out the playful side of your soul.
your attentiveness is sharper than usual, eyes turning to every little bit of movement in your surroundings despite knowing that no threat can occur in your abode. you carved its landscape with your very own hand, grew each and every tree rooted on the ground, wrote protective spells into every tree bark to form your very own barrier, opened ponds and breathed life into its very ground through the leylines. it's your safe haven, nothing can disturb your peace and it is a part of you to an extent.
that's way, when a familiar presence stepped inside your abode with no struggles whatsoever, your ears perked up and tail sways in anticipation.
fall is indeed a season for farewells and reunions.
"you're back quite earlier than expected, did the world outside the forest scare you?" you needn't look to know that he's standing right at the entrance of your favorite clearing, your figure sat near the pond with your feet dipped into the clear water.
"you're exaggerating," he grumbles, footsteps getting louder and closer until he's close enough, stopping just next to you.
"most certainly not," you hummed softly, tilting your head up to look at him after a few hundred years of not seeing him. your ears twitched.
instantly, you know something is different about him.
"you've changed."
"hmp, perhaps," he scoffs loudly, taking a seat beside you in a criss-cross position, slouching a little bit. he's barely looking at you, but that's not something new.
the way you imagined he would years ago.
"you're still grumpy though, might want to change that."
"you're still insufferable. i shouldn't have come back."
"yet you're here. i'm surprised you were able to enter without a problem. i was hoping the forest devoured you when you left. turns out you were able to get out, a shame," you sigh, "i should check on my barriers soon."
"you—" he hisses—the same way you adored, like an angry kitten—turning his head to glare at you, forehead scrunched in irritation, "so you don't even know if anyone gets caught in your shithole? did you assume i just up and died right before i got out?"
he can feel something warm in his chest at the way you laughed freely.
he hasn't heard that sound for a long time.
"you're alive though," he groaned at the familiar sly smile on your face. "besides, i wouldn't have let you go if i didn't know that you'd make it out alive."
"you would in a heartbeat."
"hm, if it were someone else, perhaps. but not you," you turn your head back to the pond, a contented smile on your face, voice unintentionally turning soft, "not my brat."
those words were the key to kunikuzushi's vulnerable state.
the silence that followed after your words was… unnerving, for some reason.
yet you felt as if you should give him the time he needs to gather himself, to give him a choice to talk or to keep things to himself. it stayed like that for a while, tuning into the sound of birds above and humming to make him more comfortable—or was it for your own comfort that you tried to fill in the silence? the feeling of being unsure is so… uneasy.
why am i doing so much for his comfort?
just when you're about to speak to change the topic, he opens his mouth—and he speaks.
piles and piles of words upon words, like a scroll being unravel down the flight of stairs to the narukami shrine. his voice, clumsy and blurry words as it may be, sings to you tragedies in a kabuki performance. he opens his doors to you and only you, almost breaking down on the spot if it wasn't for his ridiculous pride—you surmise that you may have influenced him in that case. it plays a theatrical scene that takes eternity to finish dialogues upon dialogues.
he's a puppet whose strings are cut short, but he picks himself up, tangling the fragile strings in the process.
and you are his only audience.
you're his standing ovation when no one bothers to stop and see him for what he is.
perhaps, you are more suited to be sat beside him, joining in his play instead of just a witness—because you are more than just some random bystander who happens to pass by a puppet show.
it took him a while to finish his story. just like any kabuki, time is crucial in the production, and kunikuzushi is a person who barely had the time to see the world in its purest form. yet time is also what brought him his demise.
the gods did not give him enough time to feel and learn.
when he finishes, the sun has already hid itself behind the ocean of trees and the sky is blanketed by a starry void.
a false sky, he said in one of his stories.
somehow, kunikuzushi's head ended up on your lap—he dares not to bring attention to this fact, he already feels embarrassed as it is.
"how did it felt?"
he stares at you with a grain of salt.
"to what? to almost die? quite the experience, i didn't enjoy falling head first though. would you like to try?"
"no, dumbass," he hisses when your finger flicks against his forehead. before he could even cover the assaulted area, you swat his hand away to replace it with yours. an uncharacteristic gentle touch on his skin, a caress. he resists the urge to melt towards your hand. "how did it feel like to almost have something within your reach but realize it won't do you any better? to learn how to decide for yourself, for the better, after experiencing bitter defeat?"
he purses his lips, turning away from your direction to stare at the pond reflecting the dark sky.
your hand slips across his forehead to his hair, gently caressing the familiar stresses—familiar stresses that reminded you so much of a former dear friend that you lost long ago. you didn't expect him to answer your question yet, to push forward for an answer would be adding salt to an open wound.
and the last thing you want to do is give him a reason to pull away.
"you know, if i was ei, i would have chosen you to rule with me."
"stop saying things to make me feel better, that's not like you," he scoffs—unbeknownst to the way his cheeks turn a little warmer.
such a human feature to have.
"i would love to see you be the god you wanted to be," you continued to mutter with a soft smile, brushing your fingers through his hair.
"stop it."
"i would watch you build yourself higher and have greater goals as a god."
"what is wrong with you!?" he quickly pushes himself off of you, whipping his head to look at you with a bewildered face. "are you out of your mind!?" he glares at the way your smile turns sly.
"i would have chosen you, someone with no human heart yet able to feel what it's like to be human," your hand pats his head playfully, snickering when he swats it away roughly.
"you," growling, he turns away from your direction.
"but alas, i'm not patient enough to baby you or anyone else," you shake your head shamefully, shrugging your shoulders. "go do whatever the fuck you want yourself, learn shit for yourself. but that does not mean you can do it alone, dumbass."
"why are you talking like this?" he mumbles, but you can see the way his shoulder trembled in the slightest, no doubt nibbling on his bottom lip to stop himself from something as 'pitiful' as crying. "shut up, i came here to rest, not to listen to your nonsense musings. i had enough of that already."
"well then," you reach out to his shoulder, gently directing him back on your lap. he faces you this time, eyes clenched tight to avoid looking at you, his only pillar in this world. he feels too light headed, whether if it's from your words or the feeling of finally resting after so many years of suffering, he's not too sure. he'd deny the former with everything he has though. but he cannot deny that he feels safe in your haven, here in the comfort of your arms.
"rest, you can think of the next step after you get some shuteye, don't make me knock you out myself."
he clicked his tongue, before it became quiet again.
this time, it's a comfortable silence. nothing like the tension from the first time you met him, nothing like the few times he spent quietly sobbing on your shoulder every time he awakes from a nightmare—nothing like the eerie quietude in the middle of the eye of the storm, waiting for the real disaster to come surging. soon, the boy falls asleep to the warm and loving touch on his head.
in the silence, you whisper words that you could not tell him.
"i would've gone through celestia and the abyss to give you a heart."
you, despite claiming that you will not baby him, held him in a way a parent would towards their child. with gentle hands and feathery touches, and a heart that you would give him if you could.
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Therapy? Never heard of her. Is she a celebrity?
silence
[ wanderer!scaramouche x okami!reader ]
summary: completely lost after his defeat in becoming a god, he searches not only for a new purpose but also for a certain someone who brought him comfort greater than his own kin would.
notes: aka scara is a baby and comes crying to you because he's a sore loser /jk | m.list
words: 2933 | warnings: it's scaramouche /jk there's nothing bad here just comfort and shit, also the pacing is kinda shitty cause i wrote this at work lmao
you have always loved the silence.
the eerie silence that enveloped a battlefield after a fight, where one side mourns for the dead and the other celebrates their victory far away. the tranquil noises of nature in the forest, your abode—if you focus enough, you can hear the white noise of the wind rushing above the sky, the flight of birds, the footsteps of every animal within your vicinity, and the gushing waterfall hitting the surface below. the muted thoughts of people, all with voices to scream yet defiance against authority means death, so they choose to silence their cries for help. the stillness of the night, where you can faintly hear the howls of your kin from afar, reminding you of past battles won and lost.
but somewhere in the distant memory of your past, you miss the complaints of a certain boy whose voice never seemed to shut the hell up.
your words, not mine.
he used to be so loud, crying even whilst he slept. whining and complaining about how you imprisoned him in this otherworldly forest of yours, yet he shuts his mouth after being reminded of his reality of being a casualty to those he comes across.
a puppet gone mad, out of its master's control, strings tangled.
"you're not here to be tamed, brat."
"then why are you keeping me here?" kunikuzushi glares at you from the other side of the stone table, a hand gripping the knife you casually gave him so he could practice on his own.
you always seemed to be his dummy target though. not that he could hurt you in the slightest, the gap between your capabilities is that of the height you need to reach celestia. it's quite an exaggeration, but far from a lie.
"so you don't go around accidentally causing more unintentional problems. learn how to use your brain or something, you have one for a reason," was always your answer to his repeated question, laughing at the way his face contorted to apprehension. "i don't have the patience to shape you into whatever humane person or puppet your creator wants you to be. so i'm doing you a favor by letting you be whatever the fuck you want to be. kill whoever you want, destroy whatever you want, go pour your anger as much as you want. it matters little to me."
"doesn't that contradict your past obligation as inazuma's former defender?"
"exactly what the title says," you shrug your shoulders, throwing your hands up without energy, "that is in the past. inazuma's concerns do not matter to me now that my god is gone."
placing your chin on your palm, you send him a knowing smirk, a sight he realizes that he does not like, "you can destroy this nation all you want and i wouldn't mind one bit. it would be interesting to see you as a god and not just a little brat."
he would always grow silent after the nth time you had this conversation, pondering, imagining the imagery of what you just said. it's almost as if he's in a trance.
the silence of someone having an inner conflict in more ways than one, is something that you would say is better than the silence when someone is mourning.
because this kind of silence is always followed by chaos.
"oh? where do you think you're going, little doll?"
"stop calling me that," he hissed, turning his head to glare at you.
for some reason, the change in his personality these past few months was refreshing, so unlike the whiny little brat who used to cower away from you. the same brat who's always frustrated at himself.
but at the same time, it's such a shame that he didn't change his ways. still reckless and careless.
this recklessness will kill him someday, you thought.
"well, answer the question."
he falters, taking a few steps away from you when you tilt your head, urging—demanding for his answer. he still couldn't look you straight in the eyes when you become like this—when your voice goes a little deep, eyes staring him down and the authority in the way you poised yourself.
"to the fatui. i'm not going to let myself rot in here."
"you're a puppet, you're not supposed to rot."
he scoffs at the comment, vile irritation building up his throat at the way you remained unbothered, almost uncaring, indifferent and as if this means little to you. you act more like a puppet than he does, he realizes.
he hates that about you.
it's ironic. he's the same way, more venomous through his words—but with you, it's like talking to a stone cold wall.
"i'm leaving to snezhnaya."
"hm," you turn your head to the vast forest, shrouded with tall trees and thick fog—wait, when did the fog get so thick? kunikuzushi was so sure he could still see far and beyond the first few layers of those trees, why did the forest suddenly seem so eerie and… predatory.
"you can leave."
"huh?" he stares at you in disbelief, with a hint of sadness.
are you… really going to let him go that easily?
for some reason, despite the freedom given to him, he wanted you to stop him.
"find the exit yourself," your trademark grin appeared on your face, challenging and daring him to do so. it's infuriating, makes him feel like you're looking down at him and his capabilities. "if you successfully get out of this forest, then i trust that you can handle the world outside and beyond this nation."
i take back my words, he scoffs, i don't need their permission to leave. they can't stop me.
"i don't need another petty test of yours, i can take care of my own," he sharply turns away and into the direction he swore was the exit just a moment ago.
"oh, trust me, doll," your giggles echoed through the forest, ringing in his ears for the last time, way too close than from where you just stood a moment ago.
"the forest is a cruel place to get lost in."
and since then, your abode returned to the way it was.
placid, motionless, and isolated. just like how it should be.
yet you look forward to the day that he comes back crying—you stifle a laugh at how pitiful he would look—scrunched nose and furrowed eyebrows, grumbling curses to the world as he slumps down on the ground, hissing at you as you tease him for being a baby before he falls asleep on the sprawled blanket you have in the living room of your cabin. your spirit watches over his sleep, dispersing his nightmares before it can even take root in his mind and blanketing him with your tail despite his inability to feel the change in the temperature.
no, he's too deep in his sleep to ever catch you doing such things.
some days, you'd sense a feeling of fear crawling inside the back of your head. it takes a form of visions and voices. it would whisper using the boy's voice, show images using his face, speak in a way he does. it's times like this that you take pride in your strength. you know better than to crumble against fear and its illusions. such emotions are not strong enough to push through the height of your defenses that were built from piles upon piles of lost loved ones.
yet your heart clenches at the thought of this boy, robbed of the opportunity to grow properly, succumbing to the demons of this world.
it's a shame that even you can't be the person to guide him, for you are the same as he.
you can only hope that he finds himself in his journey.
"ah, it seems like it's that time of the year once again."
you stretch your limbs with a pur-like groan, your tail swinging in anticipation behind you. now that the weariness from sleep had faded, your sharp eyes admire the red and orange colors blending within the forest, the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet every step you take music to your ears and the cold breeze wafting in the air.
the season of fall always brings out the playful side of your soul.
your attentiveness is sharper than usual, eyes turning to every little bit of movement in your surroundings despite knowing that no threat can occur in your abode. you carved its landscape with your very own hand, grew each and every tree rooted on the ground, wrote protective spells into every tree bark to form your very own barrier, opened ponds and breathed life into its very ground through the leylines. it's your safe haven, nothing can disturb your peace and it is a part of you to an extent.
that's way, when a familiar presence stepped inside your abode with no struggles whatsoever, your ears perked up and tail sways in anticipation.
fall is indeed a season for farewells and reunions.
"you're back quite earlier than expected, did the world outside the forest scare you?" you needn't look to know that he's standing right at the entrance of your favorite clearing, your figure sat near the pond with your feet dipped into the clear water.
"you're exaggerating," he grumbles, footsteps getting louder and closer until he's close enough, stopping just next to you.
"most certainly not," you hummed softly, tilting your head up to look at him after a few hundred years of not seeing him. your ears twitched.
instantly, you know something is different about him.
"you've changed."
"hmp, perhaps," he scoffs loudly, taking a seat beside you in a criss-cross position, slouching a little bit. he's barely looking at you, but that's not something new.
the way you imagined he would years ago.
"you're still grumpy though, might want to change that."
"you're still insufferable. i shouldn't have come back."
"yet you're here. i'm surprised you were able to enter without a problem. i was hoping the forest devoured you when you left. turns out you were able to get out, a shame," you sigh, "i should check on my barriers soon."
"you—" he hisses—the same way you adored, like an angry kitten—turning his head to glare at you, forehead scrunched in irritation, "so you don't even know if anyone gets caught in your shithole? did you assume i just up and died right before i got out?"
he can feel something warm in his chest at the way you laughed freely.
he hasn't heard that sound for a long time.
"you're alive though," he groaned at the familiar sly smile on your face. "besides, i wouldn't have let you go if i didn't know that you'd make it out alive."
"you would in a heartbeat."
"hm, if it were someone else, perhaps. but not you," you turn your head back to the pond, a contented smile on your face, voice unintentionally turning soft, "not my brat."
those words were the key to kunikuzushi's vulnerable state.
the silence that followed after your words was… unnerving, for some reason.
yet you felt as if you should give him the time he needs to gather himself, to give him a choice to talk or to keep things to himself. it stayed like that for a while, tuning into the sound of birds above and humming to make him more comfortable—or was it for your own comfort that you tried to fill in the silence? the feeling of being unsure is so… uneasy.
why am i doing so much for his comfort?
just when you're about to speak to change the topic, he opens his mouth—and he speaks.
piles and piles of words upon words, like a scroll being unravel down the flight of stairs to the narukami shrine. his voice, clumsy and blurry words as it may be, sings to you tragedies in a kabuki performance. he opens his doors to you and only you, almost breaking down on the spot if it wasn't for his ridiculous pride—you surmise that you may have influenced him in that case. it plays a theatrical scene that takes eternity to finish dialogues upon dialogues.
he's a puppet whose strings are cut short, but he picks himself up, tangling the fragile strings in the process.
and you are his only audience.
you're his standing ovation when no one bothers to stop and see him for what he is.
perhaps, you are more suited to be sat beside him, joining in his play instead of just a witness—because you are more than just some random bystander who happens to pass by a puppet show.
it took him a while to finish his story. just like any kabuki, time is crucial in the production, and kunikuzushi is a person who barely had the time to see the world in its purest form. yet time is also what brought him his demise.
the gods did not give him enough time to feel and learn.
when he finishes, the sun has already hid itself behind the ocean of trees and the sky is blanketed by a starry void.
a false sky, he said in one of his stories.
somehow, kunikuzushi's head ended up on your lap—he dares not to bring attention to this fact, he already feels embarrassed as it is.
"how did it felt?"
he stares at you with a grain of salt.
"to what? to almost die? quite the experience, i didn't enjoy falling head first though. would you like to try?"
"no, dumbass," he hisses when your finger flicks against his forehead. before he could even cover the assaulted area, you swat his hand away to replace it with yours. an uncharacteristic gentle touch on his skin, a caress. he resists the urge to melt towards your hand. "how did it feel like to almost have something within your reach but realize it won't do you any better? to learn how to decide for yourself, for the better, after experiencing bitter defeat?"
he purses his lips, turning away from your direction to stare at the pond reflecting the dark sky.
your hand slips across his forehead to his hair, gently caressing the familiar stresses—familiar stresses that reminded you so much of a former dear friend that you lost long ago. you didn't expect him to answer your question yet, to push forward for an answer would be adding salt to an open wound.
and the last thing you want to do is give him a reason to pull away.
"you know, if i was ei, i would have chosen you to rule with me."
"stop saying things to make me feel better, that's not like you," he scoffs—unbeknownst to the way his cheeks turn a little warmer.
such a human feature to have.
"i would love to see you be the god you wanted to be," you continued to mutter with a soft smile, brushing your fingers through his hair.
"stop it."
"i would watch you build yourself higher and have greater goals as a god."
"what is wrong with you!?" he quickly pushes himself off of you, whipping his head to look at you with a bewildered face. "are you out of your mind!?" he glares at the way your smile turns sly.
"i would have chosen you, someone with no human heart yet able to feel what it's like to be human," your hand pats his head playfully, snickering when he swats it away roughly.
"you," growling, he turns away from your direction.
"but alas, i'm not patient enough to baby you or anyone else," you shake your head shamefully, shrugging your shoulders. "go do whatever the fuck you want yourself, learn shit for yourself. but that does not mean you can do it alone, dumbass."
"why are you talking like this?" he mumbles, but you can see the way his shoulder trembled in the slightest, no doubt nibbling on his bottom lip to stop himself from something as 'pitiful' as crying. "shut up, i came here to rest, not to listen to your nonsense musings. i had enough of that already."
"well then," you reach out to his shoulder, gently directing him back on your lap. he faces you this time, eyes clenched tight to avoid looking at you, his only pillar in this world. he feels too light headed, whether if it's from your words or the feeling of finally resting after so many years of suffering, he's not too sure. he'd deny the former with everything he has though. but he cannot deny that he feels safe in your haven, here in the comfort of your arms.
"rest, you can think of the next step after you get some shuteye, don't make me knock you out myself."
he clicked his tongue, before it became quiet again.
this time, it's a comfortable silence. nothing like the tension from the first time you met him, nothing like the few times he spent quietly sobbing on your shoulder every time he awakes from a nightmare—nothing like the eerie quietude in the middle of the eye of the storm, waiting for the real disaster to come surging. soon, the boy falls asleep to the warm and loving touch on his head.
in the silence, you whisper words that you could not tell him.
"i would've gone through celestia and the abyss to give you a heart."
you, despite claiming that you will not baby him, held him in a way a parent would towards their child. with gentle hands and feathery touches, and a heart that you would give him if you could.
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Ok- so regarding this post , i tried thinking of few hcs but they were all messy, but some stood out to me a lot and one of them is in modern aus Scara is well- called Scaramouche.
And it makes sense because modern scara did not go through what wanderer went through. So Wanderer would NOT like being called Scara/Scaramouche or any of his other past names.
Modern Kazuha and Heizou would be confused because the scara they know doesn’t mind at all. Still this is still a version of the person they know and care about and he’s in a place he isn’t familiar with so they respect his wishes and call him what he wants to be called and it’s just Wanderer.
To me, ingame heikazuscara are aware of their feelings but they’re not together yet and they’re taking things slowly, modern heikazuscara are a thing and are domestic af and makes you wanna shit rainbows.
Because Wanderer is a puppet, Kazuha and Heizou (who already think their bf is beautiful) can tell his beauty is uncanny, as if he’s perfect. And the wanderer tells them straight away that he’s not human.
Heikazu asking wanderer about the weird gem on his chest(heart) and where he got it from, and Wanderer realises they don’t have visions in this world.
Wanderer being mean af to anyone who tries to hit on him or any of the two.
“Know your place, peasant!”
“Sc— Wanderer you really didn’t have to-“
“Shut up I’m defending you, idiot.”
Wanderer doing a sword dance for them when they ask because he’s soft for these two weak humans, kazuha trying to dance like him but fails miserably.
Maybe it’s just me being a simp, but i feel like because how different Scara and Wanderer are, scara comes off as shy, and while Wanderer is a fucking tsundere, he would do some bold things that to heikazu they think Scara would NEVER do.
Like, wanderer and Kazuha talking about similarities and differences between their worlds, Wanderer would randomly touch his ponytail and occasionally says “huh, you’re fond of this silly hair style too” with the most soft and open look and kazuha being a blushing mess would ask if he wants him to change it and Wanderer replies that he thinks it’s cute.
Or wanderer makes them something to eat and while heizou is messily eating, wanderer reaches out and wipes leftovers that are on the corner of his mouth, and tells him to stop eating like a child and begins to to lick it, and Heizou will lose his shit because Scara would rather die than do something as bold as this??? And usually Kazuha or heizou are the ones doing it.
Wanderer would fondly talk about Nahida and when asked if he sees her as a friend he’ll deny it immediately and say he’s her prisoner, and kazuha would say “i don’t think a prisoner would talk fondly about someone who holds them as such” and wanderer would just stutter and try to defend himself.
Heikazu helping Wanderer to get used to the outside world.
Wanderer showing them his elemental powers and easily picking them up as if they weigh nothing to him and flying around.
I felt that i made Wanderer too majestic.
So he doesn’t know jack shit about technology obviously so Heikazu use this to their advantage by quoting every meme and slang possible.
Ig that’s all for now? If anyone wants to add a hc of their own, feel free to do so! These hcs are all over the place and aren’t organised so who knows maybe at some point I will add more or change some hcs who knows.
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pairing: scaramouche x afab! reader
tags: royalty au, prince x servant
tw: none yet.
art by vivendium on twitter
prologue: youth
chapter 1 - beginner's luck
chapter 2 - tea is not flavoured water
chapter 3 - the winter is cold
chapter 4 - holding hands?!
chapter 5 - a prince's duty
chapter 6 - mother
chapter 7 - the clash of the clans
chapter 8 - sakura season is for lovers
chapter 9 - a new rival
chapter 10 - a servant's duty
chapter 11 - don't change the word
chapter 12 - summer (mandatory beach episode)
chapter 13 - hot (18+)
chapter 14 - sunsets are prettier with you
chapter 15 - fall once more
chapter 16 - a duty of a wife?!
chapter 17 - loss was a word made by winners
chapter 18 - be okay?
chapter 19 - a duty of a husband
chapter 20 - lucky
epilogue - a duty of a wife
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Prologue: Youth
Scaramouche was always an odd child. While being the only child of the royal family did affect that fact slightly, but you can't blame the fact that he was just outright weird.
Whether it be him pretending that the bugs were his parents or him stacking up all the books just to push them down and laugh. He was a weird kid, but all kids are weird right?
His weirdness turned as arrogances. You can blame that on his young prince status. With everyone in the kingdom at your supposed command, that power would greatly affect you and it did for him.
No one says no to him, except for his parents but even then, they would be too busy to parent their child that they would throw that responsibility to his caretaker.
He went through many of his years, one after the other they would all leave. Turns out when arrogances meet his odd personality it creates disruption to others. So many didn't stay long. Due to this, he never grew attached to anything.
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You grew up in the castle, wait sorry, the worker's chamber of the castle. You get glimpses of white marble pillars and crystal chandelier but, you lived behind dusty beige concrete walls with wood crack beams.
Your mother was a maid, and your father was a butler, but you spent your time around the kitchen and garden. You always had a knack for baking, always helping the castle chef whip up the batter and the garden was just somewhere big enough to hide around.
Only a few knew of your presence, one of the few being the prince himself. You met him on a sunny day where you were drawing in the garden. A spot no one really goes to, so you thought. The prince almost screamed seeing a little girl with pigtails and a dirty peasant dress in his royal estate.
You panicked too at that point you've only seen the prince from afar. Seeing him up close made your little 4-year-old brain go up in flames. Even back then you had a little puppy love crush on the boy who was 6 at the time.
"Who are you and what are you doing here in my garden?"
Six-year-old Scaramouche asked your naive self.
"I'm name!! My mummy and daddy work in the castle so I stay outside and play princess."
Scaramouche scoffed at you. Looking down at your poor dress and your bare feet.
"You definitely don't look like a princess,"
Scaramouche insults you. That was uncalled. Which made your little self-cry. tears fall from your eyes, when that happens, he panics, he didn't think you would cry over some small 'joke.'
"Hey! Stop crying, idiot,"
He demands you, but as a child you didn't know much about order or what his position really means. You just kept crying. Scaramouche hesitated but still gave you a hug rubbing your back.
"I'm sorry please stop crying..."
You looked up with glossy eyes, he immediately felt regret. That was the first time he realizes that consequences had actions.
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After that unfortunate encounter, Scaramouche vouch himself to be nicer to you next time, luckily for him, it wasn't long until you met him again but unluckily for you, it was because you were discovered by the King and Queen.
Your parents begged for them to spare you and let you stay here, and his parents reluctantly agreed seeing that they didn't have any extend family and spent most of their life working in the castle. But after that, you were sent to school for most of the day.
That in turn made Scaramouche jealous of your life, you were able to leave the castle every day, meet people and actually make friends. While he had to stay in the castle and study all by himself (and his tutor) It was depressing for him, but obviously with someone of that sort of power, it was quite common for this kind of set up to prevent any risk of kidnapping or assassination.
By the next few times you both run into each other, Scaramouche considered you as his only friend (even though he would never admit it). He was excited to meet you and ask you about school outside the castle gates. He also managed to take advantage of your privileges and got you to get candy for him.
This slowly turned into you helping him sneak food into his room, carry his books from one hall to another and basically being his secret personal assistance. You didn't really mind because of that crush of yours but after a while of his constant nagging and his annoyance that crush slowly faded away but even still you were stuck doing these minor chores and favours for him.
The both of you became closer over time but it was all still pretty surface level, Scaramouche could never read your mind and neither could you. Your experiences will always be different from one another and it's a miracle that the both of you even met let alone get along.
But fate always seems to have different plans.
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Scaramouche's day started like any other; waking up, eating breakfast and pretending to work. That was his daily routine every day. Everything was going just as planned, until it was the time he dreaded the most, dinner. He hated dinner not because of the food but because it was with his parents. They never seemed to able to let him catch a break and today was no different. Nevertheless, he mentally prepared himself for whatever news or job they had for him.
The air felt odd when he sat down on his seat. It was quiet, too quiet. Both of his parents didn't say a word. He was expecting his parents to bug him about him not doing any work or them asking him to do something but it was nothing, just pure silence and the sound of forks hitting the plates.
The silence was nice and peaceful, for once Scaramouche could enjoy his dinner without the burning glares of his parents and the stress that would ensue after, but the silence didn't last too long when suddenly a loud clash filled the room.
"What was that?"
His mother, the queen and her majesty, Ei asked. Yae Miko, his mother's left hand women went to check on, peaking her head out the archway. She saw you on the ground with a very expensive porcelain vase on the ground shattered into pieces. It was a gift from the Kamisato family to show their long standing gratitude towards the Raidens.
"First day on the job yet somehow you already lost a fortune for us,"
Yae Miko bend down to lift your face up from the ground, your legs had cuts from the pieces of sharp porcelain. Blood was slowly coming out from the wounds.
"Miko what happened?"
Ei had asked but Lady Guuji could only laugh. You kind of knew your life was basically over, praying to every god out there that the pink haired women could spare you.
"Oh nothing, just a broken plate, it's no big deal,"
Yae Miko picked up a broken fragment. Her eyes screamed murder, but her actions and words spared you for another day.
"You better pick up the pieces and fix it before they notice,"
She whispered to you, you immediately did as you were told, Yae Miko just saved you from death. You ran back to your room and placed all the pieces on your bed.
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Unbeknownst to you, you accidentally left a piece laying on the ground and unluckily for you, the prince picked the forgotten piece up. He quickly realised that the porcelain vase was missing and knew that something was up. He ran upstairs to his mother's office wanting to tell her the news, but he was about to experience the biggest shock of his life. When he burst through the door, he saw his mother and Yae Miko making out. His entire face went red and the both of them jumped apart from each other from the sudden burst of sound.
"WHAT?"
After a rather long conversation with his mother and her secret lover, Scaramouche found out that his mother have always been with Yae Miko and his father is just a ploy for the public eye. Why didn’t he learn this information when he was young he doesn’t know and even more importantly how did it take him so long to figure out would be a bigger question but all that matters now is that he had long forgotten about the missing piece of porcelain.
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You were still figuring out how to put all the pieces back together when you realised something was clearly missing. In hopes of fixing the vase completely to prevent yourself from actually dying, you return back the same spot where you fell down and broke the vase. You bend down to search for that piece.
“Are you looking for this?”
His voice caught you off guard and made you jump. You see the crowned prince in all his glory holding up that precious piece that you were looking for. Your eyes meet and Scaramouche recognized you.
“YOU BROKE THE VASE????”
You shush him from being any louder. At this point, Scaramouche had no idea that you were still alive, let alone working in the very castle he stays. His mother’s voice echoes through the hallways asking about what he said, when you heard steps coming down from the grand stairwell you push Scaramouche into a nearby closet room and signalled for him to shut his mouth.
You gap between the both of you was practically none existence thanks to the fact the closet you were in was made to put a few coats for any guest staying the castle. After the sound of footsteps slowly faded away you finally took your second breath and opened the closet door to peak out seeing if the coast is clear.
What you didn’t catch was how absolutely red Scaramouche’s face was. That was certainly the closest he was with any human being. When you finally stepped back out of the hallway, Scaramouche had an epiphany.
“Look, I’ll give you the piece if you become my personal servant,”
You hesitated at first, with your previous history as his ‘friend assistance’ you knew the type of person he is but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice either, given your current situation so you reluctantly agreed.
“Great, first things first is get me a snack!”
Oh god, you know how this is going to be, just your luck, so much for beginner’s luck.
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Which genshin characters are the most overrated and the most underrated 🤨
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First of all, I am not a pro gamer and don't have all Characters to test through at hand so I will answer this question with my personal opinion about their character and lore. Hope that's ok for you ^^".
The most overrated Character so far: Scaramouche/the Wanderer
I don't know why, but I just hate him (yeah I already prepare for the backlash... any disrespectful comments will get deleted, stay respectful guys, people are allowed to have different opinions...) maybe my information about him is incomplete but his 'Oh, my gods, I am so mistreated, bad things happened to me, my best friend dared to die without informing me because of his illness. Now I turn evil and become a god to be cruel and stupid to everybody else just to become purrified without at least some punishment for all my wrongdoings', just sucks. His attitude before becoming the wanderer sucks so much I don't give a f*ck if he got purged or something, if he acts like a brat, treat him like a brat, don't give him a stupid vision as a reward... sorry got a bit ranty here... but yeah, Scaramouche is overrated in my personal opinion.
The most underrated Character: Little Miss Qiqi
Again just my personal opinion. First of all Qiqi is often a lost pitty for many people pulling for a character, wich makes it hard for the dissapointed ones to even give her character a chance! They probably don't even try to make themselves known with her lore. Then there is the fact that she's a child character, wich as many people like as people don't like (I'm usually one of the latter because the internet is a f*cking scary place). The lack of quests involving her as a person, not just as a mention by Dr. Baizhu, is another point ( wich will probably 'Hopefully!' change when Dr. Bai comes out the dungeon). Then there's this rumor in the internet that she is just a weak victim of Baizhu's experiments: like this girl has adepti-powers, she could destroy Liyue harbour and surroundings all by herself if something triggers her enough (it took several adepti in the past to get her under control!). Qiqi is fine on her own when it comes to dangerous situations! Just because she's hella forgetful doesn't mean she's stupid!
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scara’s electro mark on the back of his neck would totally be an erogeneous/sensitive spot and no one can change my mind<3
Yours, not hers
characters: scaramouche/wanderer x nb!reader
warnings: fluff, light angst, reverse comfort, takes place after scara’s defeat, slight body dysmorphia and mentions of self harm, soft scara🥹
notes: honestly same tho. and as someone who has a very sensitive neck, i absolutely know how he would feel like lmao
scaramouche hated the mark.
it’s hideous, disgusting, wrongly shaped to signify his failure as a puppet, the reason for him to get disregarded but moreover an eternal reminder of his mo- no. his creator.
wanderer hated the mark on the back of his neck.
no matter what happens, he always tries to keep in hidden, away from prying curious eyes. buried deep under layers upon layers of clothes to at least pretend that the mark is non-existent.
sometimes he would even end up clawing, scratching or even cutting at the small part on the back of his neck as if trying to cut out the electro symbol, carved deeply into his flesh since his creation. but the bloody marks, bruises and scars would end up healing faster than than normal due to him being a puppet of a god.
never leaving a scar. never leaving a mark. just the damned, cursed motherfucking purple electro symbol left behind. shining proudly and perfectly as if trying to mock him.
and this time it was no different. the young puppet sitting on the edge of your shared bed with a frown and a glare. hands twitching, waiting, wishing to reach out and claw at the symbol again.
taking a deep breath in and letting it out after a while, wanderer slightly shook his head. no. he shouldn’t harm himself any further. you would be sad once you find his neck angry, bleeding red with scratch marks and dried blood under his fingernails. he would hate to make you sad.
letting out a heavy sigh, the young man laid down on the bed, facing away from you- feeling ashamed about thinking of harming himself and breaking your promise.
sucking in a short breath, jolting harshly when arms came to wrap around his middle suddenly, pulling his smaller frame closer to cuddle with his back to your chest.
wanderer loved this feeling. being wrapped securely around you, feeling your warmth seep into his own cold skin, warming his body, warming his heart. the feeling of your heartbeat thrumming in a repeated rhythmic way against your ribcages, the feeling of the thumps against your chest soothing his pain, easing his own non-existent empty heart, pouring into the hollowness of his chest and filling it to the brim with your own.
wanderer loves you.
but sometimes he can’t help but scowl at you- more of a pouting- when you lean down and place a small peck against his electro symbol. face flushing in embarrassment, eyes narrowing back at you in a faux anger- a poor attempt to hide the small glimmer in his eyes- pouted lips twitching to try and control his muscles from forming a smile.
fortunately he always loses in this silent battle between you two. letting out a huff with mutterings of “you’re so clingy” or “you’re hopeless” slipping out from his lips which is already starting to curve up into a smile.
yes, the puppet loves you. hopelessly so.
shuddering with a suppressed groan when the short man felt your lips against the back of his neck once again, pressing on the electro symbol. a quiet, poorly attempted muffled chuckle falling from his mouth when you continue to press kisses against his neck, one hand coming up to rest on your hair- slightly tussling them in the process.
“yours. not hers” when wanderer heard that phrase muttered from you, he felt himself softly smiling. eyes crinkling upwards, lips forming a smile with his cheeks turning even more red.
yes. wanderer loves you so.
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You parked in front of the twins house but didn’t get out of the car. Your hands were trembling at confronting Aether about this situation. He’s your friend and you felt awful having to have a serious talk with him. You let a sigh before finally having the courage to get out.
You walk up the steps and, hesitantly, knocked on the door. The door opens, revealing Lumine. She beamed and hugged you. “Yn! It’s been so long since you came over!” Your nerves washed away as you hugged her back. “I’m sure it wasn’t that long.” “But it was.” Lumine pulled away, letting you inside.
“Aether told me you were coming over so I made some snacks.” You smiled. “Aw, thanks.” The two of you sat down at the table where the snacks were placed. Lumina made cupcakes and cookies which were chocolate flavored. As you took a bite off the cupcake, you looked around, “Where’s Aether?” “In his room like a weirdo.” She says while taking a bite of a cookie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t be so hard on him.” She shrugs, “Just cause he’s the oldest doesn’t mean he’s smart as he think he is.” You raised a brow at that but didn’t ask.
“Since he’s taking so long, how are you, yn?” Lumine asks. “I’m good. Actually, I recently got a boyfriend.” Lumine crossed her arms. “Are you for real?” “Yes, I am.” “Show me.” You take out your phone and opened photos to show him how Scaramouche looks like. Lumine gasped, “YOURE DATING THE NEW 5WIRL MEMBER?!” You nodded. “Damn, can’t believe yn finally found the one.” She wiped an invisible tear away. “Haha.” Lumine then laughed before holding your hands. “I’m happy for you.” You smiled. “But if he ever does something I won’t hesitate to break his leg.” “Lumine, please.”
You both laughed before you stood up. “Can I use your bathroom?” “Of course.” As you walked out the dining room, you noticed a photo that hanged on the wall. ‘That wasn’t there before.’ “Hey, what’s that?” “Hm?” Lumine got up and followed you as you were pointing at the object. It was Aether and Lumine smiling together but Aether held flowers and a flower crown while Lumine held his arm, heads touching. “Oh! Aether won the baking competition a few months back. Remember, we worked there part time? I managed to convince him since he’s better at baking than me. I’m more a savory girl.” You stared at it a long while. “Oh. I… I didn’t know that…”
Lumine looked at you odd. “You didn’t? But, Aether told me he told you?” Your eyes widen slightly but shook your head. Lumine frowned at that. She was going to yell at him once he comes out. After looking at the photo, you headed up the stairs to the bathroom. After doing your business and left, you noticed Aethers door was freaked open. You smirked as you slowly walked. “Aether, hi.” But he wasn’t there.
You poured but noticed how bland his room was. It seemed his room changed the last time you saw him. His walls are covered with band posters and he now had a desk with discs and notebooks piling up. You opened the door a bit more till it hit something. You peeled your head in and a box was right there coming out of his closet. You shook your head, “Someone could trip.” You tried to pick it up but you grabbed the lid instead. “Its not even closed properly.” You sigh and went to close it but noticed photos of him when he was younger.
You smiled to yourself, “He’s look tiny.” You put the lid down to your side while looking at all his photos before he entered 5WIRL. You laughed when you remembered some of the events, even his childhood due to Lumine always talking about him. Then, you froze when you saw one of you and him, hidden away from all the others. You took it out and touched the stain that was on your face. It was when you and Aether got accepted in the same college. Since the old one you guys went when you first met wasn’t really good so you guys decided to leave.
It was your idea and it worked. You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that it was locked away. “Yn?” You jumped as you looked up at the door to see Aether, shocked that you were in his room. “Aether, what did I do wrong?” He gasped at the sudden question. “Yn-“ “Aether.” Lumine joined in with a stern look. “Maybe you should talk to them outside. I promise I won’t listen.” You stood up after carefully placing the photo away and closing the box. You and Aether head outside and sit down on the steps once Lumine closes the door.
The awkwardness between you two grew. “Aether, we’re friends. Why have you been acting weird lately? Did I do something? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He didn’t answer and just shook his head. “Then what? It makes me sad that you don’t want to talk to me. Especially when I announced Scara and I’d relationship, you didn’t seem cool with it.” Your voice cracked and Aether finally spoke up, “I’m just upset.” “About what?” You could already feel the waterworks coming. “That we’re not as close as we used to be.” You tilted your head. “What?” “Yn, after I joined 5WIRL, we stopped talking. You were happy for me but it sucks that you talked with me less and less and focused more on the others.” You gasped, “Aether, that’s not true. I still care for you.”
“Yes but I’m not your best friend. Venti is.” “Venti?” He nods. “I know it’s stupid but you confide more in Venti even though we knew each other longer. Whenever something happens, it’s always Venti you tell first. It should be me. I’ve know you the longest, why does Venti get to know everything and not me?” So that’s what it is. You pulled your legs up to hide your face. “To be honest, when you joined 5WIRL, I got a bit sad.” “What?” “I was happy for you, yes, but you couldn’t hang out with me as much anymore. If we did, you’d get in trouble. You even got overworked on your first few days that I thought it was best to stay away. You were always busy when I asked to hang out with you. I remember when you passed out from exhaustion.”
You sniffled as the tears started to flow. “Lumine called me. She was so scared and that made me scared. I didn’t expect her to say, ‘Yn, my brother is the hospital.’ I never left home so fast. I remember when I went in, I never left your side. That was the worst day of my life. I ignored the rest and only looked at you. And when you woke up, I hugged you so hard. I didn’t want to let you go. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you or the rest of the guys. That’s why I don’t care what your manager says. I won’t let her hurt my friends.” You turned to him with a smile despite the tear stains you have.
“You’re my best friend, Aether. I don’t want you to feel like I forgot all the moments we had.” You held his hand and it was his turned to cry. “Yn, the photo you had, it’s my fault it looks that way. I was upset with you when you told us that you were dating Scaramouche because I realized you told Venti everything about your feelings for him. You told him stuff you didn’t tell the rest of the group. I was acting like a child, throwing things in my room. I had a cup of coffee on my desk because Lumine made it and the photo of us was right there. I was stupid and bumped into my chair, making my desk wobble and the drink spilled all over. Then, I realized my mistake and noticed it was ruined.”
He then covered his face with his free hand as he cried even harder. “Im so sorry, yn. Im sorry that i acted like a fool.” You smiled and pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay, Aether. Im not mad at you. I love you.” He cried and cried as he was relieved you two are best friends once again.
Lumine watched you two from the window with a smile. “Stupid brother.”
- for u guys who guessed that aether likes yn…
- you’re wrong 💀
- it’s was funny ngl
- giggling whenever one of u commented abt it 😁
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I'm into scaramouche these past few hours
Meeting scaramouche x divine creator!reader
Meeting scaramouche x divine creator!reader
You were shaking with excitement because you were going to meet the harbingers (or some of them) by order of the cryo archon after most of teyvat had been informed of your arrival, your assistants kept scolding you because you kept running off anytime you thought you saw your destination. Both parties had agree to meet in neutral ground and half way to save the travel distance, you saw the large gazebo that had been agreed as you meet up spot and one of your guards put their arm in front of you before you could run off. “Your holiness, I know you’re excited but please we must keep you safe from harm and we don’t know if we can trust them.”
“I promise, I’ll be safe and if anything happens I have you all.” Because of your status you almost always had an archon with you for safety reasons and as of now Zhongli had decided to accompany you on your journey. A group of people came into view and your spotted the one person who you’d been waiting to meet ever since you got to Genshin Impact and bare could contain your excitement, smiling brightly.
Both groups spotted each other and turned to greet one another, you stepped forward and dipped your head in respect. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The Tsarista softly chuckled and shook her head, “The pleasure is all mine, divine creator. I apologize for any trouble the Fatui have caused for you.” Her company stepped forward beside her and got down on one knee, silently showing their respect. “Thank you. It’s great to meet you all.”
Your eyes scanned for who you thought would be here but your heart sank when you didn’t see him, ultimately sighing internally as your false hope. “Your holiness, it is quite an honor to meet you and be in your presence. My name is Tartaglia but I also go by Childe.” Smiling you struck up a conversation with the ginger and also got to meet one of the other Harbingers, La Signora.
Minutes later your attention was drawn to a latecomer and held back your euphoria, as the sixth harbinger walked gracefully over to the Tsarista before kneeling and explaining his absence. “Forgive me for being late, your highness. A few pests tried to interfere but it’s no longer an issue.” Fuck being formal. You ran over, tackling Scaramouche to the ground and hugging him tightly, shocking everyone (the cryo archon unable to hold back an amused smile).
“How dare you pull such an idiotic stunt-” His violet eyes locked with yours, recognizing the deep starry reflections of galaxies and constellations before cutting himself off quickly. “Y-your divinity?!” Not caring about how others saw you, you continued to latch onto the Inazuman and mumbled words against his chest. “Pardon?”
You looked up to see a pretty crimson blush heavily painting his cheeks and got distracted by his bare head, his hat no doubt scattered somewhere else. Running your fingers through it and muttering how it was just as soft as you thought it was which only worsened his flustered state. Attention back on the Balladeer, you smiled widely and laughed sheepishly before helping him up.
“I’ve been waiting so long to meet you, Scaramouche- oh sorry I knocked off your Jingasa.” You retrieved his hat and brushed off some of the dust that dirtied it, smoothing out the veils swaying in the wind. Heading back over and setting it on his head, moving some of his bangs out of his face. “There we go! It’s an honor to meet you, Balladeer.” Bowing your head slightly and silencing everyone around you, look around at the sudden silence and cocking your head.
Everyone was stunned about your actions, especially the Fatui members given you went straight for one of the most hated members in the whole organization and showed him so much affection. His face was blooming crimson and stuttering so much, still in shock of your actions given he was late and should be bowing to you. Finally able to snap himself out of this and drop a knee in response, holding back his usual response of snapping and insulting whoever touched him.
“It should be me that’s saying that, your grace. Thank you for fixing my hat and I apologize for my lateness.” He lifted his head and nearly broke his stoic facade when he saw the excitement swirling in your eyes, coughing into his hand and averting his gaze. “It’s not a problem, Scaramouche, I’m just glad your here!” You giggled when you saw the blush further deepen on his cheeks when he was reminded that you were here for him specifically out of your own free will.
It’s not a feeling that he’s used to. Being wanted or sought out for affection. The puppet spent centuries wandering Teyvat trying to figure himself out and cope with what humans called emotions only to get used and hurt. Sealing his true feelings away so he couldn’t ever be vulnerable or hurt again.
The rest of the gathering you were always next to Scaramouche much to the displeasure of the other harbingers (especially Childe), holding his arm in your hands or laying you head in his lap. You gave him nothing but affection and sweetness, occasionally looking at his perfect porcelain face and tracing hearts on his neck or admiring his drank eye lashes. Mumbles of how pretty he is escape your lips and while you can feel the tense environment around you you didn’t care as you were finally with the one person you came here for.
As the conversation continued and talking with the Tsaritsa about policies and what being in their nation would be like all while firmly attached to one of her top harbingers. The cryo archon couldn’t help but quietly laugh behind her hand and take in the sight of someone who’s always been very cruel be the victim of your affections.
“Then it is agreed. I look forward to welcoming you to Snezhnaya, Divine Creator. You seem very attached to the Balladeer here, would you perhaps be open to him accompanying you as you come to our homeland?” The question snapped him out of his grumbling and embarrassment, eyes widening at the suggestion that his superior gave and internally sighed when he already knew your answer. “I would be most grateful if he came with me and I’m sure i’d feel so much safer with the mighty Scaramouche by my side if something was to happen.”
The ride back was uneventful as some harbingers chose to go with you as well for security reasons just in case other people or Fatui gave you a hard time. As time passed on the boat ride your entourage embarked on to the nation of cryo the weather grew colder, waves crashing against the side of the ship and winds whipping the sails in several directions.
You were situated below deck for comfort and safety just incase a storm rolled in, laying on your plush bed and looking out the window near you. The violet haired harbinger was still with you and tense but part of him had softened. Scaramouche had us experience with gods and how they treated everyone else poorly sometimes but you seemed different, not caring about your prestige but mainly having fun and enjoying others company. Even as he tried to analyze you for deception, all he could see was a fun caring person who finally felt welcomed and at home.
Maybe he could open himself up to you.
A strong gust blew through the ship and sent a shiver through him that didn’t go unnoticed by his companion. “Scara, are you cold? How about you get under the blanket with me?” Lazily you lifted the soft fabric and glanced over to him, hoping he’d indulge you one more time. “Your grace, I’m honored you want to spend time with me but respectfully please stop coddling me.” He grits through his teeth as you sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder admiring his eyes and just perfect everything.
You wrapped your hands around his small waist loosely, in case he felt uncomfortable and wanted to get out of your hold, “ What do you mean? I’m not coddling you. I like you. I’ve been dying to meet you since i got here but sorry I took such a long time.” You paused briefly. “Call me Y/N.”
Scaramouche figured it wouldn’t be the worst if he indulged himself and embraced his emotions, allowing the swelling love where his heart should be to influence him. He laid back and closed his eyes, guiding you head to his chest and softly smiling at the moment. “Kunikuzushi. Call me Kunikuzushi.” Smirking when the realization that the divine creator came all the way here for him and just him, maybe for once he could be proud of the divine creator snuggling deeper into his hold.
If you're interested in the concept of pre-trauma Wanderer/Scaramouche, this might be for you!
Note: This is a found-family series with Scaramouche, who you address as Kuni in this AU! Mostly meant to be interpreted as platonic.
Part 1: Prologue
By which you’re going about your normal day irl, and a certain character from genshin gets isekaied into your world...
Part 2: Assimilation
After meeting Kuni, you both try to settle into a new normal.
Part 3: Everyday Things
A little splash of colour is added to your days, sometimes in the form of flowers, and maybe even a new feline friend.
Part 4: Sick Day
Kuni feels a little downcast when reminded about going back to his world, however any thoughts about that are quickly washed away when you get a fever (reader is sick, but it’s nothing too serious! He gets worried, though.)
Part 5: Finale
Now that you've recovered from your cold, the both of you venture to a village in the outskirts for a weekend trip. (Bittersweet ending, but a sequel will be added in the future!)
“hmph, those words almost make you sound like a friend who actually cares.”
Tighnari lmao 😂
Go HERE to read Part One, for best context.
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Lumine saved Scara from the clutches of Dottore. The aftermath is especially sweet. <3
scara as your bf (smau)
bf scara who refused to initiates affection without dropping insults first but when he does he's not gonna let go of you any time soon.
bf scara the literal dynamic of "hates everyone else but you"
bf scara who have a private account on both twitter and insta that no one knows even you, where he can post you freely like his own personal diary (づ ￣ ³￣)づ
bf scara who never fails to tease you for being too cliché but has the most corniest and cheeseist caption under a picture of you (on his private account ofc)
bf scara who can't help but curse under his breath every time he sees you waiting for him on your guys date because of how pretty you are (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
"holy fuck, pretty face literally asking me to put a ring on that finger already"
but of course he wouldn't admit that out loud it'll ruin his cool persona.
bf scara. who can't help but confess and thank you while you're deep asleep at night, words buried deep down in his throat the whole day that it couldn't help but be poured out knowing the quietness and deepness of the dark would help him keep his secret hidden in the night..
bf scara who may not be the bestest with flowery words but he's so good with his actions, returning your affection if not more, always servicing you if you need to, giving you the greatest gift.
he refused to accept that someone can treat you better than he can,
because no one can treat you so fucking good except for bf scara.
Notes: a very late valentine's post
and then they never spoke about it ever again
Scaramouche fucking his pretty wife after a stressful day
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut.
a/n: Guys, it's me. Scaramouche's wife is me. Just thought I would throw that out there.😌 Oml I love this man<3
Whenever his days got stressful (with his temperament it happened a lot) the only thing Scaramouche wanted to do was come home to you, bury his cock deep inside your cunt, and fuck you into oblivion.
"Welcome home, Scara," You greeted, turning to greet him with a smile as he stormed through the door, slamming it shut.
The words welcome home always sounded so sweet, so perfect coming out of your pretty mouth. You were home to him.
His eyes drank you in as you trotted up to him, swallowing a groan of need when he saw the flimsy, lacy (pick your own color here. Black would've been my choice) lingerie.
"I fucking missed you," He said, grasping your chin, stealing your lips up in a heated, passionate kiss. He felt weak in the knees when you started removing his clothes.
You already know what he wanted.
Part of him would've preferred to command you to strip yourself and him, but this made him feel just as wanted as the former.
Love was a battlefield, and he had won the war when he married you.
Curling his tongue around yours, one hand reached behind you to snap the clasp of your bra in half, yanking it off.
"I can tell," You murmured, pulling away to bite his lower lip, making him let out a shaky breath, his eyes clouding with deeper lust. Grabbing your shoulders, he roughly pushed up against the wall.
"Shut up," He growled, hooking a leg over one of his hips. When he pressed his cock against your clothed cunt, he shuddered with further need when he felt how wet you already were for him.
Scaramouche ripped off your panties. "You won't mind if I just take you right here, hm?" He purred, giving your clit a few rubs with his fingers, enjoying hearing you moan.
You shook your head.
"That's my good girl, always submitting to me whenever I want, letting me fuck you however I want. Archons, I really fucking missed you," Pumping his hand along his cock a few times, he pushed himself inside of you with a harsh snap of his hips.
You gasped loudly in pleasure and pain. Tilting his head down, Scaramouche latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, groping your ass before giving it a squeeze. Lifting you up, you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper into you.
"AH-Scara!" You cried out, the breath being stolen from your lungs from the ferocity of his pace. His hand lovingly brushed against your throat before anchoring you against him so that you wouldn't fall.
"Fuck you feel so good," He moaned, feeling your walls clamp tight and gummy around his cock as it kissed the soft, sweet spot that made you melt in utter pleasure into him.
Pleasure burned white hot behind your eyes, feeling your orgasm building tighter and tighter in your stomach with each harsh thrust. Your hands found your way to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.
His head rested against your neck, sighing with pleasure, mindless pounding into you, soaking in each and every loud mewl and moan you had to offer him.
"Come with me," He commanded, sinking his teeth into your neck when you offered your throat to him in submission.
His voice always had such a power over you.
A scream of pleasure tore from your throat as his cum spilled inside of you, ushering in your orgasm, your body seizing up with pleasure.
Scaramouche didn't stop thrusting until he felt that he was spent.
He really had the jackpot when he married you.
His perfect little wife.
Sumeru men when your sister/best friend tries to convince them to dump you for her.
Yes, I absolutely love topes like these. It gives so much room for drama or fluff or however the writer wants to take it. I decided on a less angsty/dramatic approach this time. Hope you're fine with that.
Characters Included: Alhaitham; Kaveh; Cyno; Tighnari; Scaramouche/Wanderer
Word Count: 4,1k
Also, Part two of this is out now! Read here
Content: Gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your best friend; she tries to convince them to dump reader; some cursing; Scara being refered to as Kuni(kuzushi);
Thanks for the request, hope you like what I made out of it!
Alhaitham
He would not even notice that your friend is seeing him like this
I honestly think that if Alhaitham were to ever be in a relationship with someone, he would be so whipped for that person
Alhaitham is a very logic driven man, he doesn't concern himself with feelings or other peoples opinions on him
So when he notices that he does feel something for you, he is as shocked as you are, once he finally decides to tell you
the early stages of your relationship are very rocky, Alhaitham has to learn a great many things about all this
you guys have many ups and downs until you finally find a way for you both to work together and it only got better ever since
you really didn't think much of it when you introduced your boyfriend to your friendgroup and one of the girls kept eyeing him
everyone, including you, knew that Alhaitham was a very beautiful man, so it was a common occurence for people to look at him
but she kept doing it, always eyeing him up and down, yet she never tried anything
until one night were you and your boyfriend went out with the rest of your friendgroup
"I'm going to use the bathroom. Be back in a minute.", you said to Alhaitham before you stood up and made your way over to the other side of the restaurant.
The atmosphere was pretty lively inside and everyone was talking among themselves. Everyone, except for one other person. Your friend had been eyeing Alhaitham this entire night again. He always tried to ignore it, but it was becoming rather annoying for him.
As he was about to say something, she suddenly scooted closer to him, right beside him were you were sitting just a minute ago. Then, she leaned in closer to him while she started to slowly stroke his arm.
"So, what do you say we ditch all those other losers and go back to my place?" She smiled at him while saying this and it only made Alhaitham resent her even more.
"No, I'm good.", he said, grabbing her by the wrist and pushing her hand away from him.
"Oh, come on. I know you want me. You keep looking over to me, every time we meet. Besides, I could give you so much more than that bitch (name) ever could."
She tried to lean in even closer, as Alhaitham was still holding her by the wrist. At this point, he was completely fed up with her. Without warning, he stood up from where he was sitting, gathering the attention of their entire table, but he didn't care. He had been dealing with her disgusting behaviour for far too long.
"No, you can not. And frankly, I'm not interested in cheating on my partner. Not now, not ever and especially not with someone as cheap as you are."
By the end of his little speech, you returned back to his side. You only heard what Alhaitham has said since he stood up, but you had a pretty good picture about what had happened in your absence.
You just looked at her dead in the eyes as you said: "Consider this friendship done. I don't want anything to do with you anymore."
And with that, you and your boyfriend gathered all of your stuff and left the restaurant together.
You later found out that all your other friends also distanced themselves from her, apologizing to you and Alhaitham for not noticing anything sooner.
But the two of you were just glad you didn't have to deal with her anymore.
Kaveh
He would make an entire scene about it
This man is dramatic incarnate with mood swings of hell accompanying him
I mean, we all witnessed his personality first hand in the archon quest. No one can tell me this man is not dramatic as fuck
anyways..
Kaveh believes you to be to most beautiful and most perfect person to have ever walked this earth
So for you, a being of absolute perfection in his eyes, to be in love with him and willing to be in a relationship with him?
Archons, someone please catch him because he is sure he's about to pass out on the spot
thinks of himself as the luckiest guy alive to have scored you. He has no clue on how he did it, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining about it.
You better believe that no one would ever come in between you guys. He would never allow anything like that to happen
It was a slow day for him at the Academya. Kaveh had been reviewing sketches all day long until now, yet nothing has been good enough for him until now. It wasn't like he had any deadline to retain, but this whole process of trying to create something new has been taking far too long for his liking and he felt like he was starting to go mad.
The walls of this office felt like they were slowly closing in on him, trying to bury him beneath them. Worst part was, that he forgot to make himself something to eat, so his stomach had been growling for a few hours now, demanding something to eat.
Yet Kaveh refused to stand up and get something before making at least a tiny bit of progress on this matter at hand. He had always been a very stubborn man, often neglecting himself for his work. You have been scolding him a lot for this behaviour, yet it was difficult for him to let go of it. He was just too used to it at this point.
A knock on his open office door brought him back from his thoughts. He looked up, a part of him hoping to see you there, standing in the door. He felt a little let down as he recognised the figure to be your best friend. The confusion came only a few seconds later.
"Huh? Can I help you with something?"
"Well, not really..", she sheepishly said as she approached him, confusing the man even more. Why was she acting this way? Thinking back, she never acted like that when he interacted with her before. What changed?
She stopped as she stood in front of him, shyly handing him a neatly packed box. "I noticed that you haven't eaten anything today, so I got something for you."
He looked at her, confusion finally turning into understanding. But he didn't want to make a scene, especially not with someone you considered a friend, so he tried to let her down gently.
"Sorry, I'm not really hungry right now." That he didn't want anything from anyone that wasn't you, he left unsaid.
"Oh come on. You haven't eaten the entire day. I'm trying to show you that I can take care of you, better than (name) can. They don't care for you, or they would be standing in my place."
Now absolutely furious, Kaveh was practically sprining out of his chair. Screw friendliness, no one was allowed to talk about you like that. And he was sure to tell her that.
"How dare you say something like that?! Aren't you supposed to be their friend? What kind of friend goes around talking about the other behind their back like that?
No, I want nothing to do with a personality like yours. That is disgusting. I'm not about to cheat on (name)! Why would I do something like that to the most wonderful person I ever met? And besides-!"
Kaveh was now in a full blown rant. He didn't even notice your friend running out of his office with tears in her eyes. Unbeknownst to her or your boyfriend, you were standing outside his open office, a lunch box for him in your hands. You heard the entire thing and your also saw your friend, well former friend, running out of his office. She didn't notice you though.
As you went inside, your boyfriend noticed something moving and when he saw you walking towards him, he immediatly went to you and started gossiping about what just happened while happily munching on his lunch that you brought him.
Yeah.. Kaveh was definitely whipped for you.
Cyno
Cyno is a very stoic lover
at least that's what other people think of him since he very rarely shows any form of emotion
so it's only natural for people to assume that he would be the same when entering a relationship with someone else
well.. those people would be very wrong about their thinking
Cyno, when in private or surrounded by others that he trusted, would become a somewhat expressive person
he still wasn't outright affectionate with you or proclaimed his love for you anywhere he went, but he was trying his damn hardest for you to show you that he loved you
that inculded trying to be on good terms with your friends and family
Cyno isn't the most social and outgoing person, but he tries to get along with the people that are important to you
he sometimes turns to them when he needs advice on what would be a good gift for you or stuff like that
moments like these would be the times where your friends can clearly see how much you actually mean to him
One of your friends has always been a drawn to closed of people who become lovestruck with their significant other and apparently, she decided that she wanted that for her as well. And in her mind, it just HAD to be your boyfriend, Cyno
He was on his way home after a long and stressful day at the Academya. Cyno couldn't wait to get home to you, to taste your cooking and just hold you in his arms again. It was all he needed to charge him back up again. Yet it seemed that fate had different plans with him today.
"Uhm, excuse me?", he was stopped by a very soft spoken voice a little bit behind him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to find your best friend standing there, looking at him like she wanted to tell him something.
"Can I help you?", he asked, sounding rather cold but he couldn't help it. He was exhausted and he just wanted to get this over with and get home.
"Well, I just needed to talk to you. I was chatting with (name) the other day and they told me that they have been cheating on you with someone else. I'm so sorry but I just had to let you know!"
For a second, his eyes widened in absolute shock.
You? Cheating on him?
That couldn't be. You would never...
After the initial shock, his rational side took over Cyno again and he took a deep breath before turning to your best friend again.
"Thank you for telling me that. Have they also told you when this event happened?"
"Oh.. yes, they did. They said that it was like three days ago."
And now, Cyno was utterly confused. He remembered that day well. It has been a very slow day at work. So slow in fact, that after lunch he took the rest of the day off and went home to spend it with you.
You were still in bed since it had been your day off and you decided to sleep in for once. You were pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend back so soon and you two spend the entire day in bed.
So Cyno was now obviously confused by the statement that your friend made. It was obviously a lie, but why would she feel the need to lie about something like that? Didn't she know that accusations such as these could very easily lead to a break up?
While he was still pondering in his thoughts about the meaning of this, your friend saw this as her chance to get closer to him. She walked towards Cyno, slowly putting her hand on his arm and leaning her head against his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry you had to find out like this. Why don't you come with me? I can help you get over them..", she whispered and that's when Cyno got his answer. The reason as to why she would accuse you of cheating on him.
He immediatly recoiled from her, which seemed to surprise her.
"I don't know how you got that impression, but I would never choose you over them. The fact that you would sink to such lowly methods makes me even more sick.
Now, I suggest, you stay away, from me as well as from (name). I don't want to see you near them ever again. And if I find out that you spread any more lies about them, I will personnaly hunt you down and bring you to justice."
Your friend ran away quickly after that and Cyno could finally return home to you. You noticed that something was off about him and after a nice dinner, he told you all about the encounter he had with your best friend. Well, Ex best friend would be a better term from now on.
That night, you cuddled up closer to Cyno and thanked him for always looking out for you and protecting you.
Tighnari
As we all know, Tighnari is a fennec fox, and fennec foxes mate for life
So Tighnari would only date with the intention of marriage and a life together in mind
something like cheating would never even cross his mind
he would be over the moon if he would find someone that he would want to spend his life with in the first place
you can consider yourself very lucky if Tighnari falls for you
he is very conscious about that side of him and I think he would very much avoid dating for a long time in his life until he met that one person he is sure is meant for him
nothing in this world could ever convince him to leave you once he has made up his mind
of course Tighnari would talk to you about all of that before he would enter a relationship with you
for one to make sure that you were both on the same page, as well as to give you a way out if you were not up for all of that
those were also aspects about his life that he did not share with just anyone
especially regarding things about the fennec fox part of him. only very few and trusted people knew about certain things, like his mating habits
so of course, someone who had no idea about him and how his instincs work, would never fully understand
Tighnari has been looking forward to this day for so long now. You would finally return to him after weeks of being separated because of your studies. While he was understanding about it, he couldn't deny that he missed you greatly.
His more animalistic side has been crying for his mate for a few weeks now and the only form of contact you two had in that time has been through letters you sent each other. Tighnari has been treating each one of them with the upmost care, since it was the only thing he got to recieve from you.
So obviously, the day of your arrival back in Ghandarva Ville was a big deal for him. He has been antsy this entire day, very quick to jump when someone has been calling his name, always anticipating it to be you. Even Collei noticed his change in behaviour, but since she knew where it came from, she didn't worry too much about him, knowing that it would die down once you were finally back. The rangers would just have to deal with it for the time being.
In fact, everyone was very much excited and glad that you would be returning back soon, since they hoped it would finally help with Tighnari's extreme mood swings. They got especially bad the last few days. Well... everyone except one person was excited..
A person that you considered a dear friend was very much not happy about it. If it were her, she would be happy if you just died in a ditch and never returned, so she could take Tighnari for herself. She always had a thing for the Master of the forest rangers, but then you just had to get in the picture and take him for yourself.
She thought that now, while you were gone, it would finally be her time to make her move on him, to get him to see that she was so much better than you could ever be for him. But it was like Tighnari wasn't even paying attention to her. Not to her riskier outfits that she wore and not to the things she was saying to him.
It's like she didn't even exist in his world. Like she was just a nuisance passing through. So, if she really wanted something to happen, she would have to make a deciding move right now, before you returned.
And so, she made her way over to Tighnari's hut, not really sure what she would do, but she knew that she had to do something.
Upon entering, she saw the man sitting on his desk, scribbling on some papers in front of him.
"Tighnari?", she spoke and the man looked up at her, the hope in his eyes quickly washed away as he realised who it was. That did not sit right with her, but she tried to swallow down the fury welling up inside her.
"Yes? Do you need something?", he asked, sounding agitated.
"I do, in fact. I wanted to talk to you about something."
Sighing, Tighnari now turned towards her, facing her with a slightly bothered expression, while gesturing for her to continue.
"It's about (name). I want you to choose me over them. I'm so much better than them and I could make you happy. They even left you alone for weeks on end while I have been here with you, trying to get you to notice me. Tell me, what's so special about them? What do they have that I don't?"
It was silent for a few seconds while she waited for an answer from him. She thought that the silence was something good, that he finally saw her for what she could be for him. But when she raised her head to look at Tighnari, the look of utter disgust on his face told her a different story.
"Well, there are many things that you don't have, but we can start with your disgusting personality. (Name) would never even dare to think of themselves as better or above other people. The fact that you think yourself better than them makes me sick.
Now listen closely.. I will never choose anyone over (name). I promised to take care of them an I will see to it that I uphold this vow. So get out of here before I completely loose my temper."
Without another word from her, she ran out and left a very strained Tighnari back in his hut. He was still sorting through his thoughts when a few minutes later, you walked in, greeting your boyfriend after a long time apart.
Tighnari was instantly overjoyed, forgetting all about the events that happened prior to this. He welcomed you in his arms again and refused to let go again. He did not work anymore on that day, and instead spent the rest of it cuddling with you in his bed, talking about all the stuff that happened while you two were apart.
As for "your rival", she got transfered back to the Academya where she would continue her studies, far away from you and Tighnari. But neither of you cared very much about that.
Wanderer/Scaramouche
God, the patience you would need to get into a relationship with him
he never had a very good influence in his life after Niwa and the people from that village, so you will have to be patient and understanding with him
He is trying his best, but it's difficult for him to feel vulnerable
he always considered his feelings as a sign of weakness, so he can't just easily accept them now
It's a process and he will need your help to get through it, even if he would never ask for your help out loud
his pride is in his way quite often, but he tries to tone it down
I see him as a very protective and clingy lover
He would want to be by your side at all times. He tells himself it's to make sure that you don't betray him, but you both now it's because he's starved for any kind of attention and affection you give him
for wanderer to get into a relationship, he would have to really, really trust you, otherwise he would not even consider the thought
so of course he would never consider the possibility of a relationship with someone who was practically a stranger to him
The Wanderer was currently out on a run to get some errands for you. Even though he protested, said you shouldn't have forgotten stuff that you obviously needed, his words were betrayed as he was already on his way to the door.
The thing is, you wanted to cook for him today but silly little you forgot to put a few things on your shopping list that you would need for the dish you were planning to make.
So, your boyfriend, chivalrous as he is, went out to the Grand Bazar to get them for you. He planned on a quick trip, only purchasing the things he needed to, so he could return as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Kuni!"
But fate seemed to have different plans with him, as he heared this joyful voice almost scream his name. He turned around to see a friend of yours running towards him, her arm in the air as she was waving at him.
"What do you want from me? And who told you you could call me that?"
Truth is, he never really liked her. She always looked him up and down and the way she was talking to you never really set right with him. But, he refrained from saying anything, not wanting to upset you or anything. Now though, he wished he wouldn't have acted so friendly with her.
"Aww, come on. Don't be so grumpy, Kuni. I know you like it when I call you that."
Did she... try to sound seductive right now? Judging by the way she was clinging to him and batting her lashes at him, he would guess that yes, she was trying to seduce him. Not that he would ever agree to any of it, but he wanted to see how far she would be willing to go.
"Yeah, you're right.. I do... like it.." Every fiber of his being wanted to recoil from her and throw up in disgust after he said those words. It felt so wrong to him, but it seemed that she didn't notice that.
In fact, she looked delighted to hear those words leave his mouth. "I knew it. I knew that you would come around. It was obvious that (name) wasn't the right person for you. After all, they can never do anything right, wouldn't you agree? Honestly, I'm just glad I stayed friends with them long enough to get to know you. We match so much better, don't you think?"
Ohh, now she was in for it. He would not just stand here and allow her to disrespect you like that. Not on his watch.
"Now listen here, you little bitch. I know you did not just say that about someone who consideres you to be a friend. I don't know how you got the idea that I could ever be into you, but you're very wrong.
So get that into your thick skull, I will never want someone like you. And I suggest you better leave (name) and me alone from now on. Unless of course, you want to find out what I can do to make your life a living hell.
Now, run along, and never come back."
Suddenly frightened, she slowly backed away from him before turning and bolting away like the devil itself was chasing after her.
The Wanderer only sighed as he finished up with the shopping list and returned back to you like nothing had happened.
The next few days, you noticed that your friend avoided you like the pest, but when you went to your boyfriend to ask if he knew if anything had happened, he merely shrugged his shoulders, pretending that he didn't know anything.