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Fudou: You’re giving me a sticker.

Genda: Not just any sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “Me-Wow!”

Fudou: I’m not a preschooler.

Genda: *shrugs* Fine I’ll take it back.

Fudou: I earned this. Back off.

thinking fluffy thoughts about scaramouche.

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Earning Trust

A silly little scaralumi comic to spread my tsundere scara agenda <3

3.2 epilogue 👀

(the beginning of scara domestication arc))

“ehe! this is for you, don’t be sad now~”

scARAmouche

“we’re all just lost souls with innocent heart..”

im shed tears with the cutscene ;_; why they do him like that someone hug him pls

Look, but don't touch. [ Harbinger Edition ]

— You're the only one who's allowed to touch him. Likewise, he's the only one that's allowed to touch you.

— Childe, Pantalone, Scaramouche, and Dottore

[Masterlist]

Love Language Series | Touch [ Here ] | Actions | Time | Words | Gifts

This is written before the Sumeru quest. Harbingers are their own warning.

This was a fever dream, incredibly self-indulgent, don't talk to me about this ok. Honestly don't even wanna tag people in this (´。＿。｀)

Tartaglia

Childe is friendly but he always keeps himself at arm's distance from anyone who isn't his family. The kind of guy that acts like he loves everyone but he truly doesn't like anyone. Always polite but never kind. He won't be outwardly hostile if one of the cicin mages decides she wants to try her luck and cuddle up to him, he sort of admires her bravery, but the hardened stare and indifferent response are awkward enough for anyone to bail halfway.

So what a surprise to everyone when it's Childe himself that pulls you into him. It's not a friendly hug either, he quite literally drags you into his embrace as soon as he sees you, locks his arms around your waist, and spins you around. Before he catches himself and gently settles you down and pretends as if he didn't boldly announce to everyone that you're special.

He is a harbinger at the end of the day so any intimate relationships he has need to be hidden lest he puts you in danger. That said, he doesn't do a very good job. He gets agitated and fidgety if he can't hold you, longing gazes in your direction even if someone else is speaking to him about something important. Whether it's shooing specks of dust off your shoulder, a tap on the arm, or the brief brush of your fingers against his whenever he hands something to you. He always finds some way to touch you.

It's always the worst and best time to speak with Childe if you happen to be there. On the upside, Childe is more likely to give his approval to whatever his subordinates ask just so they go away and leave you both alone. On the downside, because physical touch somehow makes Childe drowsy and almost drunk, he's useless.

It wasn't always like this. During your first months as something more than friends, not quite lovers, he kept you at an arm's distance just like everyone else. Only the occasional arm over your shoulder or a hand on the small of your back, just enough to show you that you meant something to him. But over time, those touches began to linger until the dynamic shifted and he began to rely on your touches to keep him sated. On particularly stressful days, he'll pull you aside into his office with a rushed excuse to just hold you in his lap. He's recharging, don't make tease him.

But he's not a selfish lover. If you need comfort or just want to be held, he'll gladly throw his plans out the window just to spend time with you. What's wrong? Did someone upset you? Want me to take care of them? He'll offer anything to make you feel better while you're cuddled up to him and it makes his heart flutter when you say you just want to stay beside him. He has a bad habit of resting his entire weight on top of you if you're both ever lying down. All that muscle is heavy but sometimes it's comfortable until his elbow accidentally digs into your side.

Childe can be polite if someone else wants to touch him but he's baring his teeth at anyone that has the audacity to place their hands on you. If someone bumps into you? He's fine, accidents happen. Someone moves you to the side? Whatever he won't throw a fit over that. He believes in the below-the-shoulder, above-the-waist, hands not included, rule. If anyone touches you, it's the only time when Childe will throw his reputation out the window.

Scaramouche likes to compare him to a dog and he'll gladly growl and bark if that's what it takes for people to get the hint and leave you alone. He'll slide his arms around your waist, tilt your chin up, and without any concern about the scene that this will cause, kisses you deeply. All the while sending the nastiest glare to the person that touched you. Look, don't touch. You're his.

Childe likes to believe that he has self-restraint. He's a soldier first and foremost so he has discipline beaten into his bones. But right now he's close to snapping the pen in his hands and hurling it into that bastard's forehead. He can feel Ekaterina's concerned gaze on him, shifting on her feet nervously, as she struggles to push through her explanation of his assignment quickly. Unfortunately, it's all white noise to Childe as all of his attention is on the cicin mage whose being a bit too friendly for his liking.

"Lord Tartaglia?"

Of course, you don't blink twice at it. He's seen how that loud electro pirate dotes on you and is overly physically affectionate herself. Maybe he should also fight her as well after he's done dealing with this cicin mage.

"Childe?" Ekaterina tries one last time, using a more familiar name to see if that would catch her superior's attention but alas, he was too busy glaring daggers into her college. Ekaterina raises a hand to lightly tap on her superior's shoulder to get his attention but just as her fingertips brush against the fabric of his uniform, Childe's death glare is directed at her. She flinches away from the otherwise easy-going Childe, her mask doing little to hide her startled expression.

"Sorry, sorry, not meant for you," Childe blinks away the hate from his ocean eyes, coming to his senses as he runs a hand through his hair, "What were you saying?"

"There is no need to apologize, Lord Tartaglia, I overstepped," Ekaterina, bless her heart, waves off the sudden aggression but takes a step back. Before she can continue, she overhears you saying goodbye to the mage and your footsteps coming closer. A small surprised noise escapes your chest as Childe pulls you into his arms immediately. If she didn't know Childe, she could almost say his expression was a bit cute with how pouty he was being. Although the look in his eyes says otherwise now that she was just on the receiving end. This seems to be a common occurrence because you just giggle and hug him back just as tightly.

"Please don't harm her. She was just being nice," you mumble into his chest.

"I'll think about it," he says, his eyes never leaving the mage.

Pantalone

On the one hand, the banker always carries this prestige that makes most people stay away in awe. No one wants to get on the wrong side of the man who basically funds the country of Snezhnaya. On the other hand, Pantalone has an ethereal beauty that compels people to come closer and touch. To see if the porcelain skin is real, feel if he's muscular or lean under the heavy fabric, or sneak a peek at what colour the banker's eyes are. It makes you kind of giddy knowing that this man belongs to you. That you know the answer to all these speculations.

You aren't sure when it started happening but at some point, he always ends up sort of mindlessly touching him. Placing a hand on his arm or knee, running your fingers through his hair, or gently rubbing away the stress from his shoulders. There wasn't an ulterior motive, Pantalone was just too handsome that you can't help but touch him just to make sure he's real. He thought you were overexaggerating a bit but he seemed deeply pleased at your confession since it was coming from you personally. That egotistical bastard.

But he always reciprocated your touch. Offering an arm for you to hold onto, brushing the hair out of your face, or rubbing small circles into your hand. Small gestures of affection would occasionally lead to more. The fact that Pantalone of all people let you be this close was something you secretly prided in yourself. You couldn't help but rub his newfound privilege in front of anyone that got too close that this elegant man was yours to hold. Look all you want but you're the only one that gets to touch.

You weren't aware of Pantalone's level of aversion to touch until he almost caused a scene at a gathering. It was meant more for looks and reputation, the occasional business talk, but overall a lax evening. One of the ladies thought it would be a good gesture to place her hand against Pantalone's arm. A bit flirty but innocent enough that the sheer disdain that swirled in Pantalone's eyes made her flinch away surprised. He struck her hand away, the sound carrying through the now-silent ballroom as everyone turned to the sound. You were surprised as well that Pantalone of all people, the image of control and ever-smiling, lips turned down into a repulsed scowl. Your feet quickly moved over to him, quietly excusing the woman for her careless act, and ushering her away before anything escalated. No one spoke of that night.

Ever since then you've always kept your hands firmly glued to your sides lest you feel his anger. If you happened to brush against his finger you would splutter out apologies and scamper away. If you felt his hand hover near you, you always assumed you were in the way and quickly moved aside for him. Overall, you acted as if it was you that was uncomfortable with touch. With each passing day that you fled from his hand, the crease in Pantalone's frown grew deeper.

It comes to a head one night when you get to see how Pantalone's aversion to touch applies to you as well. Occasionally some wealthy noble will host a gala and as one of the Tsaritsa Harbingers, Pantalone will be required to be present for at least one of them. Given his status, most of the attendees flock over to him which leaves poor you to meander about and find something to do with the time. Despite being his lover, you're not privy to what goes on with his work and frankly, the business talk and parties bore you. At least these places have food.

He sees you conversing with a man he knows is from Liyue, hoping to find more investors and trade partners here in Snezhnaya. He's already spoken to the man and rejected his offer so that's most likely why he's speaking to you, the banker's partner to garner sympathy. Although from the looks of things, you don't seem that impressed either. You notice his stare, perhaps his expression betrays him because your eyes grow concerned before giving a polite bow and turning to walk away and to him. If that was all then perhaps tonight wouldn't have ended so badly.

The man grabs your arm painfully enough for you to whimper and that's all Pantalone needs. He doesn't even try to hide his expression behind a smile, his lips set into a straight line. He grabs the man's arm tightly, the leather of his gloves crinkling from the force, and he nearly breaks the man's arm. How dare this inferior social climber put his filthy hands on you. You have to plead with him to let the man go, desperately trying to pry his grip away as the businessman begs the Harbinger on his knees that he didn't know.

Pantalone-

Pantalone is pissed.

You've never seen him this angry before. The lady all those nights ago doesn't even compare close to the anger radiating off him. His fingers flex still as he leads you away into an isolated hallway. You're not even sure if he knows where he's going, completely blindsided by rage. So you quickly step closer and throw your arms around him, stopping him in his tracks as you bury your face into the soft fabric of his suit.

"It's okay. I'm okay," you whisper softly into his back. You're not afraid, he won't get angry, not with you. Never with you. But it still pains you to see him this way. You feel more than you hear his deep sigh before slowly turning around and taking you into his arms. "Thank you. I didn't mean to start anything, you just looked displeased and I got worried. Oh, I'm sorry-"

You quickly move to shuffle out of Pantalone's hold but you can barely get two steps back before his touch grows firm and you're trapped. Despite how strong his hold is, he gently tilts your chin up so you can look into his pretty eyes. He really does have a nice eye colour you think in the back of your mind.

"You've been avoiding me. Care to enlighten me as to why that's the case? Did someone feed your mind with little lies?" Pantalone sounds coy but you can hear the undertone of worry. As if he's done something wrong which you quickly shake your head to.

"W-Well, that incident with the lady from a few weeks ago, the one in the red and black dress, you looked really angry when she touched you so..." you trailed off as your eyes look at anywhere that isn't the man in front of you, nervously twisting the cuff of your sleeve. When you actually hear it back it does sound a bit ridiculous to believe that but you just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Or make him act a certain way just because you liked physical touch or to uphold appearances.

"And you thought you were comparable to people like that? That I would allow special treatment just because you were mine? That I would reciprocate to anyone but you?"

You fumble a bit at how honest his words are, searching for some way to justify yourself but at the end of the day, you'll knock your head against the wall for how stupid your logic is. So you stand on your tip toes and reach hesitantly up towards his face. Pantalone's face reminds neutral but he slowly leans into his touch, his muscles finally relaxing just by your touch.

Scaramouche

How the hell he tolerates you is anyone's guess. How the hell you tolerate him is Celestia's guess. He has the worst attitude, is quick to anger, flaunts his authority wherever he goes, and is overall a terrible person to be around. Yet every time he looks over his shoulder, you're always one step away from kicking at his heels. Which you have accidentally done before and somehow survived so he must like you a smidge. You tell him it's because it's out of spite that you're still here and spite is a powerful feeling. He of all people should know.

Scaramouche despises anyone being within his personal space, which is already a pretty big range, so the idea of someone touching him is repulsive to him. If he somehow was in danger and someone touched him in order to save his life, he would probably throw a fit and shock them. Their only reward is that he doesn't kill them. It's not like he has to worry too much, no one really wants to be in his presence longer than they have to and any admirers are quickly turned off within the first couple of seconds. Which makes it all the more baffling that you still hang around him and test just how far you can poke his limits.

The first time you touched him was by accident. Someone had bumped into you causing you to fall into Scaramouche. Luckily for you, you managed to put your hands out first and brace yourself against the wall but you had successfully caged the Balladeer between your arms. If you weren't currently fearing for your life you might have laughed at the horrified expression on the Harbinger's face. The only reason you survived that day was that Tartaglia chose that exact moment to waltz in and frankly, he was a far bigger headache than you were.

He's not sure how you managed to worm your warm into his cold non-existent heart but at some point, he got used to your presence in his life. A few words to take care of himself, extra paperwork being filled, or shooing away other soldiers so he could have space. All of these acts of kindness were met with half-baked insults and suspicious looks. Every time he asked you why the hell you were acting like he was some helpless doll you always answered the same, you just felt like it and he looked like he kinda needed it. Which was so baffling to him that you managed to walk away with your head intact.

It started off with small things. Like you're both feral cats that are trying to co-exist in the same alleyway. You always announce your presence, give him enough time to leave, and your touch is barely there. You never do anything close to intimate, never hold his hand or hold his face, and he never reciprocates ever. Although it speaks volumes when he doesn't push you away ever. You're always nearby, sitting close, and you both exist contently.

But just like a feral cat, with enough time and love, even they will begin to grow comfortable and domesticated. The look on his subordinate's face was hilarious when little old you waltzed over to the sixth harbinger, plopped down into his personal space, and literally sprawled yourself over his lap to see what he was looking at. Just to one-up the absurdness, Scaramouche didn't seem bothered in the slightest, only calling you an idiot for not being able to read the document that was right in his hands.

Although there are some downsides to being so close to Scaramouche. He's possessive with the power the enforce his pride. You have to constantly scold him that he can't go frying anyone that comes within two feet of you. It's hardly efficient and it's annoying having to scream just to know what time it is.

The you from years ago would have balked at how casual you were speaking with the infamous Balladeer.

"All I'm saying is you sound like a possessive maniac," you huff, your arms crossing over your chest as you frown down at the sitting man. You doubt he's even paying attention to you because if he isn't throwing spite around then he's filtering you out of his mind. Scaramouche barely acknowledges your words, still fiddling around with the Electro Archon's gnosis. It gives off faint sparks of electro every time he rolls it over his fingers but he doesn't give any signs of pain. Maybe because he's an electro-user? Either way, he's obviously not listening to you. You let out a loud sigh before shrugging and turning on your heel to walk back into the camp. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and latches onto your wrist and he's yanking you down. The you from years ago would have fainted seeing you sprawled over your superior's lap. As your vision tilts to the sky you can't help but think that for such a small body, he sure has a lot of strength. He wears a bored expression, his other hand is cradling his head while his elbow is on his knee, before a nasty smirk makes its way over his face.

"Yeah? So what?" Scaramouch says, his hand stopping to firmly hold the gnosis, though now one of his hands is now settled on your hip. You blink. Huh, you...weren't exactly expecting the ever-prideful Balladeer to blatantly admit that.

"Well, the "what" is that it makes it incredibly inconvenient to talk to anyone. Everyone avoids me like the plague because their scared you're doing to kick down their door and attack them," you pout, grumpily adjusting your head to lay on his knee, "Also you need to eat more. You make a horrible headrest."

"That's fine. You won't need anyone else," he says dismissively.

You open your mouth to say something but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He's serious. A mixture of a past memory, the present moment of you both together, and a far-off dream all dance in his eyes. It's a look you've never seen before on Scaramouche's face despite how long you've worked under him and you can't help but be mesmerized by it. It's likely the first and last time you'll ever see him be honest. But it's quickly over as his eyes morph into snarky glee, his lips pulling into a mean grin.

"You look stupid."

Il Dottore

People are downright terrified to even be in the same room as the infamous doctor. There's never a safe moment and anyone could be the next test subject depending on his mood. It doesn't matter who it is, even his own segments, if someone touches him that means they've just volunteered to be his next experiment. It's suffocating when Dottore is out and not locked in his lab because everyone need's to be hyperaware of where the doctor is located in the room. So to say that Dottore tolerates you is a massive understatement.

He actually quite likes to parade you around, almost like you're his newest addition to his collection. Touch isn't a problem for him if he's the one initiating it given how often he's dragging you around like you're some pet. He's not gentle in the slightest, nearly pulling your arm out in his crazed rush to show you his newest creation. You would joke and say that in moments like these, he's the one that acts like the pet. Too excited to show its owner its newest achievements. But you have a sliver of sanity in your mind so you keep your mouth shut.

Every moment with Dottore is a warped sense of time. You've been with the Doctor for a long time, before he became a Harbinger, and you don't know how your relationship progressed to this stage. You're walking on a tightrope of old colleges that are too intertwined with history to be separated or co-dependent individuals that need death to finally leave each other. So when he touches you softly, affectionally, you stumble and fall off your rope. The mad doctor laughing from above, arms still outstretched from where he's pushed you.

Half of it is madness, and half of it is out of genuine love. Although, to Dottore, madness and love are the same things. His acts of affection are spontaneous and equally as fleeting. One second he's rattling off medical terms and theories, pauses in his rant just to give you a deep kiss no matter who's around you to witness the act, and proceeds as if nothing happens. That's not to say you don't enjoy it when he decides to reward you, you just wished it wasn't in front of so many people. You suspect he does it on purpose.

There's no softness or quiet time aside from the very very few and far between moments Dottore decides to indulge you. He's a busy man, his mind only built for progress, and he has better things to do than to play pretend. But for you, the one who forcibly carved space into his heart, he can make arrangements. Only for a short while. Some days he may hold you as if you'll shatter if he squeezes any harder, other days he'll push your hair away from your eyes quietly, and one day he kisses you as if you're something more.

Unlike Dottore, you don't have an intimidating reputation. People can touch you if they want to. It makes you a bit happy when Childe will pat you on the back or ruffle your hair cheekily. He's also one of the few who can get away with it as well since Dottore can't physically harm him for touching you since he's a fellow Harbinger. Besides, people speak with their eyes more. Since that doesn't qualify as anyone touching you, Dottore won't do anything. So they stare.

They stare at how the Harbinger holds you in a special place. You aren't remarkable, you're the same as the rest of them. Yet you're untouchable and invincible from the man who can change their entire lives. Mistakes occur frequently when Dottore is in the room, the slip of a finger because everyone is too focused on staying out of the Doctor's way. You get to stand beside someone like that.

It's been a hard day. A very hard day. You're absolutely exhausted and ready to curl up into a ball as soon as you get to your room. You aren't even sure what exactly happened. One second you were doing your job and the next your head was on the ground with a pulsing pain on your right cheek. It's not unusual for patients to lash out but under those circumstances, they don't have anything to do with you intimately. You know what people think about your relationship with Dottore. What people who only glimpse into the relationship you have with him think. Usually, they stay silent, only judging you with their eyes but always silent. That is until nearly 10 minutes ago.

"You're late."

You barely react when you hear his voice. Of course, it's him. God, what bad timing. He's the last person you want to see right now, especially in this state. You only give him a nod and mumbled out apologies, stumbling over your feet like a newborn lamb when his hand latches onto your wrist to drag you off again. You think you might have his fingerprints as bruises now. Another thing people can mistakenly think about your relationship. You only know you're crying when you hear the splatter of your tears against the tiled floors and Dottore's footsteps come to a halt. His grip on you has gotten tighter.

You're startled out of your wallowing when warm hands cup your face, brushing your tears away. His gloves are off. When did he take them off? Dottore simply looks at you as you silently cry. You're too tired to apologize, too tired to break down in sobs. Your arms hang uselessly at your sides but you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Give me their name."

He whispers it softly. You think back at the girl that struck you. You think she's new, she has to be. You know that if you say her name, you won't see her tomorrow. But you're too tired right now. So with no hesitation, you volunteer her to become the next test subject.

“how much do you love me?”

in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

characters; scaramouche, cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh

; gn! reader, fluff, crack, uh, idk just sumeru men sexy. first time writing kaveh too!

SCARAMOUCHE stares at you. boredly. unamusedly. unimpressed. er, disappointed even. he's having trouble deciding if he should ignore you or not for deciding to distract him from his paperwork. he decides the latter with a sigh. “do you want me to be brutally honest?” brutally honest? is he hinting at some implication that he doesn't actually love you?! what the hell? with gritted teeth and a newfound insecurity, you nod with uncertainty.

“go for it.”

a smirk creeps on his lips as a dark expression etches itself on his face, staring at you with a level of seriousness. “i'd brawl with celestia for you.” his hands find yours, clasping it tightly in his as he breathes a vow—a promise, even. “if you were somehow taken away from me, even i am quite unsure of what kind of being i'd become.”

ah...you sweatdrop at the dedication he's willing to offer. he sounded a bit scary, borderline creepy but it's just scaramouche being your sweetie pie, haha! nothing new, am i right? anyway, he does seem to love you quite a bit—you're unsure if you should be relieved or not.

his other arm lazily warps around your shoulder as he presses his cheek against yours, his eyes shutting in content at the warmth of your skin. “but then again, there are times where i just kinda wish to throw you off a cliff. you can be quite annoying sometimes, darling. ”

“you—!” he cuts you off with a press of his lips to yours. chu~ ;>

CYNO ponders the question for a bit too long—you're afraid that he might've taken the question a bit too seriously. he could've just said something bland and cheesy like “more than anything” and you still would've swooned like a teenage girl. after all, who wouldn't? the general mahamantra—well, if people weren't so busy fearing him, they probably would've been admiring his pretty face instead.

“i love you a lot, that's for sure. though i'm not quite sure how to measure it...”

oh, dear cyno. your heart clenches at his thoughtful words. “haha, i thought you were trying to find a joke to go along with my question or something.”

“why would i do that? my love for your isn't something to laugh about,” he pauses, eyes flickering towards you for a moment, a glint you know all too well present in his eyes.

“though,” he starts with a small grin, “if you want to hear a joke or two, i've got the ones just for you.”

it's plural?! oh no. D:

TIGHNARI doesn't peel his eyes away from the research paper before him, nonchalantly replying in a heartbeat—“i love you enough to date you, apparently.”

you outwardly huff at his boring answer, staring at the ceiling boredly as you lie in his bed. tighnari isn't quite the charmer, you guess. but then again, you probably wouldn't have dated him if he wasn't being his sassy self. “is that so.” your tone comes out more disappointed than you intended.

unbeknownst to you, his ear twitches at the lack of enthusiasm in your tone. his gaze finally removing itself from the papers in his desk to look at you from over his shoulder. he sees you staring at the ceiling, sprawled out all over his bead while humming a random tune out of boredom.

“you didn't get the meaning behind my words, did you?”

your head turns to him in utter confusion, your gaze meeting his unamused expression. “huh?”

a sigh leaves his lips as he turns back to his desk, resuming his paperwork as your gaze burns into his back.

thinking he had dismissed the subject completely, you pout at the lack of explanation, opening your mouth to ask what he meant before he abruptly cuts you off with another twitch of his ears.

“fennec foxes mate for life.”

oh. oh. :o

ALHAITHAM peers at you with a raised brow. “are you asking for an exact estimation or?” this dude you swear—

“it's not like you can calculate love, dummy.” you slap his arm lightly as you huff out a laugh at his words, “i'm simply asking for a metaphor. or at least, what's the most you'd do for me out of pure love.”

“care to give an example?”

you press a finger to your chin as you walk beside him, “hmm...i love you enough that i'd give up my position in the akademiya if it meant to spend more time you!”

“that sounds unreasonable.” he replies without hesitation, a concerned frown forming on his face. “you should work on your time management instead of giving up your studies—”

“i-it's just a reference for what i would do for you, calm down...”

“i can assist you. i'll help you make schedule right now if you want to.” he whips out a piece of paper and a pen from nowhere, surprising you greatly. where'd he get that from?! “here, you wake up at around 7 am, right? give your studies about 8 hours of your day—the average time a scholar needs, then you can spend about 4 to 6 hours with me daily without problem. in our time together we could go out and eat, maybe even do your homework so you could add an extra hour with me if so—”

sadly, you never got an answer. :(

KAVEH immediately goes “i love you more than anything in the world!” yes, it's bland and cheesy like i mentioned earlier. and yes, he's going to be proud of it too. extra points for the confidence(?)

would definitely press kisses onto your face afterwards, hugging you tightly in his arms. “ahh, you're so cute that it's impossible that i'd choose anything else over you.”

“is that so?” you ask innocently as you tilt your head, staring into his eyes. “would that mean you'll finally join me in the upcoming event that alhaitham will be co-hosting?” you almost laugh at the way his expression drops.

“aha—that's...”

“oh, c'mon! you love me more than anything, right? that also includes putting your hatred for alhaitham at bay just to keep me company, riiiight?”

“m-maybe there are a few exceptions—” he really doesn't want to see that guy more than necessary!

you lean closer to him, cupping his cheek with a smile. “even if i give you a kiss now?”

“—nevermind! i'll join you!”

yes, i hc kaveh is a simp <3

friends to… i think i love you.

summary: friends to lovers with him. headcanons.

pairings: scaramouche x gn! reader, cyno x gn! reader, tighnari x gn! reader.

genre: fluff, romance, canonverse.

warnings: none, except scara being a soft tsundere as usual hehe.

reblogs and comments are super appreciated! they help more than likes!

scaramouche

to win scara’s appreciation and trust, you would have to be patient and unrelenting.

your kindness and good nature, no matter what insult he threw your way, was something that frustrated him to no end in the beginning. why didn’t you snap? why didn’t you seek vengeance on him? fool human, he would think.

the way you sometimes graced him with a smile after missions, or how you would always greet him good morning was a little unnerving at first, he had to admit. are you trying to gain his trust to betray him as many others did in the past?

yet somehow, something inside him tells him that is not the case.

scaramouche doesn’t know exactly why he decided to trust that feeling, but, little by little he starts returning your gestures: a wave of his hand when you say good night, a thank you when you tell him he did a good job on his mission and so on.

he is not sure he’s felt this before, but the more he thinks about you and interacts, the more comfortable he feels by your side, until, finally, he seeks your company.

he is clumsy in his words, especially at first, coming out sharp, biting and with a premeditated coldness to them. as much as he is comfortable with you, scaramouche will not let himself fall pray to this human construct of feelings (that’s what he thought, at least).

but, of course, you are not fazed by it at all. if anything, his hesitation and the way he averts his gaze when he compliments you or thanks you are all the more endearing to you. and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it’s adorable, that he is adorable.

it is not much later, that scaramouche realizes his feelings for you are past platonic at this point.

his first reaction is to deny them. and with his denial comes him avoiding you. it can’t be, there is no way he’s catching feelings now, he thought he was stronger than that.

it’s not until you confront him about his behavior that scaramouche may start coming to terms with the yearning he tried to bury deep within his heart.

you manage to catch him one evening, right as he was about to retire to his quarters for the night.

you call for him at first, and as much as it hurts him to pretend he doesn’t hear you, he makes to walk by; but you catch his wrist.

“scara…” your gaze finds his deep eyes of violet midnight, partially covered by the dark strands of his silky hair. and that’s when you realize how conflicted and hurt he feels. “is everything alright?” you ask, thumb absentmindedly caressing the back of his hand.

scaramouche twines his fingers with yours. “i’m sorry… i… these last days… i missed you…” he tells you, words trailing off, as if he wanted to add something more, but hesitation is all that fills his silence.

you squeeze his hand, reassuringly, that smile he used to find annoying and incomprehensible back on your lips, encouraging him to go on.

he looks at you, his cheeks dyeing in the color of dendrobiums in the moonlight. before he can chicken out or hesitate again, scara smashes his lips against yours for a fleeting kiss, yet it leaves an impact, your own cheeks burning up.

“i- i like you, okay?” he stammers.

when you kiss his cheek, he takes it as an “i like you too”.

scaramouche squeezes your hand, twice now. his “i’ll show you how much i really love you when i’m ready.”

and you know then. it’s a promise.

cyno

you met at the akademiya, by chance or by design, you would never now, but somehow, you ended up paired with him for a project in your student days.

at first, you had your doubts about this quiet boy, his stoic facade and intimidating presence making you wonder if you were just bothering him.

once you got out of your comfort zone of silence and observing him from afar, and started to actually talk to him, however, you found him to be quite a nice person to be around!

he was always polite with you, giving you advice and discussing with you every step of the project you had to work on, diligently completing his tasks, even helping you with yours if he finished earlier.

when he found you were tired, or starting to doze off, he never hesitated to offer to finish your part while you took a nap or got something to eat and drink.

if you were upset or not as cheerful as usual, cyno would always try to put the smile back on your face, by telling you some of his bad jokes (which make you laugh, still now, every single time) or teaching you the basics about his favorite game: genius invokation TCG.

his attempts are always, always successful in making you feel lighter and happier!

little by little, you become closer, and, before neither of you have realized, you’ve become inseparable: you can be seen studying together at the library, playing genius invokation together, having lunch together, etc.

it’s in one of these times, that cyno realizes that perhaps friend is no longer the right word to symbolize what you mean to him. no, you are more than his friend, and, he may not be sure of what’s this new feeling, but cyno is certain he appreciates and cherishes more than he has anyone before.

you were having a match of invokation TCG and, accidentally, your hand brushes against his, resulting in the both of you pulling them away quickly, looking away, flustered, cheeks aflame.

to break the awkward silence, the two of you try to say something, and you end up talking at the same time. chuckling, you gesture with your hand towards him, “go on”.

so, he does.

“[name]?” cyno clears his throat. “there is something… there’s something i’d like to confess.”

your gaze is fixed on him, expectant, almost inquisitive, hearing his choice of words.

“well, the truth is i…” his scarlet eyes find yours and he can read the amused glint and half smile in you. so, you have a guess. you weren’t top of your class for nothing, after all.

“okay, here goes nothing…” he sighs, before leaning in, his lips on top of yours.

his kiss seems to stop time.

you are fast to reciprocate, hands around his neck, cyno’s smooth ivory hair tickling you.

finally, cyno pulls away, albeit hesitantly. his forehead rests on yours, ember eyes closed.

“i think i’m in love with you.” he breathes finally, in the brief space that separates the two of you.

your lips on his for a second time are all the confirmation he needs after.

tighnari

your relationship with tighnari starts naturally and solidly, like a young tree with deep roots, growing strong and enduring the passage of years.

you met in avidiya forest, during your forest ranger duties, since tighnari happened to be the leader of your team.

he was very nice and gentle, you observed. yet, you soon learned of his rather sassy and snarky nature when need be. that was a side of him you found fun and intriguing.

you and tighnari started becoming closer when you showed interest in herbs, medicinal plants and ways to cure wounds or concoct antidotes against poisonous mushrooms and other dangerous plants.

you hadn’t wanted to bother tighnari at first, but he offered to teach you, because “it would be good to have more people knowledgeable in healing around here.”

little did you know at that moment, that statement of his would he the beginning of a love scented in dreams of spring roses.

hours spent in the depth of sumeru’s forests turned into days and weeks, in which you and tighnari worked side by side. combining this herb with this flower; boiling this beverage for a certain amount of time, until the color is like honey; annotating the properties of these mushrooms, and so on and so forth.

you two work mostly in silence, the comfortable kind, in which you know exactly which vial he needs for this or that; and, in turn, tighnari always guesses which flower will you be using for the medicinal pastes you make.

the evenings you spend working together go on until midnight on occasion.

after being finished for the day, it is often that you and tighnari like to take a stroll around the woods, by starlight, admiring the fireflies that keep company to the moon and stars above; observing the luminescent lotus on the riverbeds; and chatting about your interests.

tighnari is quick to learn your likes and dislikes and, it’s in these nightly strolls, when he learns to pick up on your tells and little quirks.

he memorizes all your favorite snacks, how you like to take your tea or coffee; he remembers your favorite colors and flowers; and his senses become attuned to your emotions, knowing when to cheer you up and noticing when you need space.

tighnari also lets you pet his ears and brush and caress his tail. it happens more in colder days, or when the night rain is too heavy to go out for your usually night trek.

it’s adorable seeing his ears twitch when your fingers comb delicately through the fur of his tail, smoothing it over and applying any conditioning agents he likes to use to keep it soft. they always smell lovely, and you even ask if you could try your hand at making some from scratch. you miss it, but his cheeks turn pink at your proposal and his heart warms.

when you pet his ears, it’s his tail that swishes happily from side to side. tighnari thinks he could fall asleep just with your gentle touch and alluring voice in nights like this.

it’s in the intimacy of one of this shared moments outside work, that tighnari comes to the conclusion that what he feels for you is way more than just friendship or fondness.

and, if his observations are correct, he would dare to guess your feelings towards him are of a similar nature.

the mutual unspoken confession happens in one of your usual night outings.

the day had been cloudy, and while not that many stars were out, a full moon illuminated the path well enough. however, what neither of you were expecting was the downpour that followed.

quickly, tighnari pulled the both of you near the wall of a cliffside, the terrain partially covering the both of you.

without a second thought, tighnari takes his hoodie off and drapes it around you, pulling the hood over your head to shield you as much as he can from the rain.

“tighnari, you will catch a cold like that!” you protest. “i don’t need it, i’ll be okay.” you worry, yet he is not having any of it. especially not after you sneeze a couple of times, his green-brown eyes giving one of his knowing looks.

“well, regardless what you say, i don’t want you to catch a cold.” he says, adjusting the hood around your face, the backs of his fingers brushing your cheeks.

your face warms up and you avert your eyes to the side. tighnari thinks you are adorable.

“but you…” you begin.

“a-ah, i won’t hear it. you’re important, so let me care for you, mhm?” he cuts you off, flicking your forehead.

flustered, you bury your face in tighnari’s chest, his heart thundering with the rain. his arms wrap around you, and you wait for the rain to ease, in your precarious shelter.

the way tighnari tugs you by the hand and keeps you close to him all the way back home tells you everything you need to know. on the other hand, the hug and your goodnight kiss on his cheek let him know that he, indeed, was right in his guess.

there will be time to put feelings into words tomorrow, he thinks.

ONE SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD TIED ME TO YOU ! ‹ . second years›

· drabbles

⇝the moment they knew it was you and had always been you.

[ n: ellie stop writing things whenever she listens to taylor swift challenge ; not proofread very wonky ]

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

riddle knew you were the one on the night he came back to his dorm, extremely exhausted. it was around the weeks leading up to the VDC festivities and riddle was in charge of the event. it frustrated him that things weren't going as smooth as he wished. there was just too many things to do at the same time and he was only one person. he was grateful for the help trey and other students would give him, but in the end, most of the responsibility still fell on him and he was tired. the housewarden opened the door to his room, the feeling of fatigue creeping into every last muscle of his body. he stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing by his bed and fluffing up his pillows. you turn to look at him, acknowledging his presence with a lovely smile, "welcome back. i let myself in, i hope you don't mind," you said as you turned to a table that had a tray of prepared tea, biscuits and his favorite strawberry tart, "take a break, riddle." and that was when he absolutely knew it was you.

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ruggie bucchi ‹ savanaclaw ›

"what are you doing?" ruggie asked one night, emerging from your bathroom at ramshackle with a towel lazily draped on his shoulders to keep his hair from dripping onto the shirt he just changed into. you were sat on the floor of your room counting pennies and thaumarks sprawled in front of you. the hyena padded across the wooden floorboards, hearing the old wood creak under his weight before reaching the area you were seated in. you leaned against the bed as he squatted down to further observe you and whatever it was you were up to. "352 thaumarks in total." you said and it made him perk up. his expression contorted into a smirk and ruggie cheekily grinned, "is that all for me? i won't say no." he wasn't expecting the excited grin plastered on your face when you looked up at him, expression bright and eyes twinkling with excitement, "it's for both of us." no words could express how his breath caught in his throat when you pulled out a savings jar with the words 'ruggie + y/n's after graduation funds'. that was the very moment ruggie knew he didn't want to spend his life with anyone else but you by his side.

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jade leech ‹ octavinelle ›

the vice-housewarden was no stranger to working overtime. mostro lounge was a busy place and jade always seems to have everything under control whether it be a sudden unprecedented influx of customers, or floyd's random bouts of mood swings—you could count on jade to smooth everything out so effortlessly. well, not like jade minds as much. he likes his job, even if sometimes he ends up all alone at the kitchen and finishing up cleaning the last of the plates at 10:05 in the evening after another busy day of serving, not only students, but visitors from outside NRC. after all, it was the annual inter-dorm spelldrive competition again so this was to be expected. what he didn't expect however, was to see you on one of the seats at the lounge. your eyes were droopy and your head was bobbing up and down, desperately trying to stay awake. jade gently placed a hand on your shoulder, making you jump a little in surprise and eliciting an amused chuckle from the moray, "may i ask what you're still doing here? i was under the impression you'd already made your way back to your dorm." jade stated and you let out a yawn, "i wanted to wait for you." you stated drowsily. it was such a straightforward answer, but one jade didn't get as often. he was used to people going on ahead like floyd or azul. he didn't mind letting then go first on almost anything. jade leech was like a shadow who preferred to sit and observe rather than to do. and so when you gave him the response that you did, he didn't know what to say. he always stayed back alone, on his own accord. and now, knowing that you didn't want to go on ahead—that you wanted to stay and wait with him cemented you a special place right in the middle of his heart for all of his life.

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floyd leech ‹ octavinelle ›

we all know floyd leech didn't like anything boring. anything mundane would just annoy the living fuck out of him which inevitably results to him acting out and getting himself into trouble because in his little screwed up moray mind, trouble is equivalent to fun. the day he saw you emerge from the cafeteria with a piece of bread in your mouth and grim by the collar while you ran for your life being followed after by half a dozen savanaclaw jocks who did not look pleased, everything went slow motion for him. you looked absolutely majestic running for your life. what did you even do? steal their bread? did someone put you up to this? whatever, it doesn't matter. whatever it is you're doing looks fun. and when you were about to rush past him and you grabbed his wrist, inevitably getting him involved in the whole situation, floyd was dead set head over heels for you and at that moment, he wouldn't trade you for anything else in the world.

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

the day azul realized you were the one for him was on the day he got sick. he cursed his stupid frail human form for making him miss out on more potential profits that day. and normally, jade was left in charge in his absence but not today as these were one of the days jade took time for himself. he would be nowhere to be found on flat ground as he would be on some mountain doing god know what with gathering whatever mushroom he finds. the housewarden wasn't a fool. he knew when to take a break, but he couldn't very well leave floyd in charge. that's just asking for trouble. when you walked in just in time, the relief that washed over his whole body was so obvious that it offended floyd. the rest of the day was him staying in bed, trying to get his mind off the lounge, completely entrusting it to you. he didn't appreciate floyd banging on his door going, "you gotta see what they're doing!". the panic that overcame him suddenly morphed into butterflies as he watched you take charge. your voice, strong and you knew exactly what to do and what to say and it looked so flawless that he was mesmerized. shut up floyd. he wasn't staring. but he was definitely thinking up ways to propose to you in his mind someday, that was for sure.

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jamil viper ‹ scarabia ›

jamil didn't have a lot of free time. but if he did, he would either be found spending it for himself, or with you. one of these nights in particular was a bit tamer than most because kalim had a packed day of doing whatever is is kalim liked to do. the heir seemed quite tired upon returning back to scarabia dorm and jamil, being the sly, scheming motherfucker he is, took this opportunity to get his master to bed early so he could have more time for himself. fortunately, kalim didn't really have much qualms on the matter and was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow much to jamil's pleasure. the vice housewarden returned to his dorm room where he last left you and the sight of you holding one of the maps he kept greeted him upon his arrival, "what are you looking at?" he asked as he closed the door. you looked up from the map with a grin, "let's make a travel road map!" you exclaim, grabbing his arm and pulling him to sit on the floor, "for when you're going to travel someday. i'm surprised you don't have one made yet." you said and he was dumbfounded. sure he'd thought of making on himself, but that could always wait another day. he didn't want what rare time spent together you had to be spent on his own silly dreams. you didn't budge. and as you uncapped the marker in your hand and opened up one of his many travel guides, his heart was overflowing with every positive emotion he could think of. whenever you put him first, it just always feels like he's some sort of champion. you were one of the best things that happened in his life and he will never let you go.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

kalim falls more and more for you everyday and that's no secret. but the day that really sold it for him was when he came back to his room after a rough day. kalim had a hard time admitting it, but he had his insecurities as a housewarden and sometimes he felt those negative emotions just creep in and he falls into a bit of a gloomier-than-usual mood. he's still a bright ray of sunshine, but of course, there's a significant change to his tone of voice when you talked. the way the boy's eyes lit up when he saw the whole blanket fort you built the second he entered his room. his smile reached all the way to his eyes as he dove right into the pile of pillows, giggling and smothering you with kisses, hearts practically bouncing off both of you. you were an angel. and unlike the others, he'd be the one to verbalize what he's thinking and say, "i'm gonna marry you someday."

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silver ‹ diasomnia ›

the day silver realized you were the one for him was the day he fell off his horse during equestrian practice. dozing off on situations like that can tend to send someone to the infirmary. and as if the earful sebek had given him wasn't enough on the field, sebek wouldn't stop talking even after silver is already laying on one of the beds in the infirmary away from the horses. he didn't want to be rude and tried his best to stay awake as the other diasomnia student kept talking about something along the lines of honor and waka-sama, he didn't know. everything was starting to get jumbled. when you walked into the infirmary, rushing to his side and gently asking simple inquiries about his situation and what events led up to them, sebek still tried to butt in the conversation. silver didn't really mind it as much since he was used to his dormmate acting this way, but you weren't having it. all the drowsiness left his body when he watched you practically drag the first year by the ear and kick him in the hind out the infirmary door, "had enough of your bullshit, sebek!" and normally, he'd say that wasn't a very nice thing to do, but when you made your way back to him, switching onto a more gentler tone and kissing his forehead and telling him to get some rest, he couldn't deny the fact that it felt good to be one of the only few people you were this soft to. the way you were so gentle with him made him feel like he could lower his guard around you. he felt safe around you. you weren't afraid to stand your ground either or stand up for others and he respected that. silver was in love with you and would never want to lose you. his only other wish is you to be more nicer to sebek as well...

©merotwst 2022

TWST Incorrect quotes#244Yes Or No?

Ortho*Holdind hands with you and idia*Do you watch anime?

Yuu*Chuckles and looks at the young shroud*Yes Of Course!~

Ortho*Gasps and looks at Idia*BIG BROTHER! THEY ARE SINGLE AND A VIRGIN!

Idia*Hair explodes in pink, looking both embarrassed at ortho and himself, trying to stop ortho*Ortho!?

Ortho*Hugging your waist with puppy dog eyes*Can you be my big brother's romantic partner?

...Well what's your answer to ortho's Lil request?

Kissing you, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you-

Summary: you kissed him in more ways that he could imagined and more times he could count. But he had his preferences in kissing of course, reaching cloud nine when you did his favourite types~

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: none, lots of kissing, a bit spicy, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: ehrehehheehehhejeje. *kicking my feet in the air and rolling around* them :))

Riddle

— it was no wonder red haired boy felt conflicted towards physical intimacy, let alone romantic one. His mother was opposed to any close relationships, stating that it was a waste of time and effort, drilling this notion into Riddle's mind ever since he showed the smallest interest in the matter;

— those teaching went straight out the window the moment you two officially became a couple. Even with confirmed reciprocated feelings Riddle's heart couldn't find peace for a long while: he viewed your relationship with apprehension, as something he wasn't supposed to have, dread replacing warmness in his limbs with biting cold when his mind travelled back to his mother's words;

— but his friends, and especially you — his partner, were there to make all the doubts evaporate. He was afraid of sharing his worries with you, and yet your fingers always brushed against his soft cheek and temple to fold his red bang behind his ear. Riddle was already past the point of getting as red as a rose unlike in the first instances, however his heart always responded to the smallest of your actions;

— that's why your hand was always on his uniform where his heart was beating: to cleanse the bristly pain he felt, to turn it into pleasant ache of fondness. You gently brushed his red fringe behind and planted a few short but sweet kisses on his exposed forehead, in between them promising that everything would be okay, that you would always love him despite anything and that you were always there to support him in whatever way he needed. You rubbed his soft hands, free of black gloves, with your thumb, then raised them to your lips and tenderly kissed his old scars left from ruthless study sessions he had been enduring in his childhood;

— Riddle's body trembled under your touch, he was trying hard not to break down crying but couldn't stop himself from shivering, so good it felt to be truly adorated by someone like that. The boy wanted his gratitude to be acknowledged, so people would know for a fact that Riddle Rosehearts was indeed deeply in love with you. Bit by bit, he worked on his fear, not being afraid anymore of kissing your cheek when you passed though the college halls or not getting embarrassed after he licked off dessert cream on the side of your mouth during an Unbirthday party, stunning everyone including you.

Vil

— the tall male carried himself with up most grace and elegance that no living person could replicate, like a phantasm of a fairy tail or a piece of art itself. His stoic, chilly, proud yet magnifying exterior made some people look up and gravitate towards him, and some to have a disdain of varying degrees. What both sides agreed on was the fact that Vil Schoenheit was akin to royalty — like a beautiful queen to be precise;

— so imagine getting to see the following scene: glorious male dressed in the Pomefiore uniform, flawlessly braided hair and applied makeup, going about his day until all of the sudden a person is spotted running into Vil's arms. And to everyone's shock Vil doesn't move to the side or shy away from the touch, no, on the contrary wraps his arms around the body that collided with his and plants a gentle peck to the person's cheekbone, leaving tiny purple mark;

— in Vil's opinion there was absolutely nothing odd or disgraceful in public display of affection. It's his partner after all, whom he very much loves if you couldn't tell. Naturally, he would not straight up make out with you, for one — the act most likely would ruin his makeup, and for two — he prefers to keep more heated... closeness in privacy, unless beautiful male must teach someone a lesson;

— Vil is well versed in kissing department, and every kiss he initiates is bounded to be amazing. You are a bit envious of how he could leave you breathless and with face as hot as flames, yet he seems almost unaffected by the make out session he was leading, only wearing complacent smile;

— if you do wish to turn the tables and leave Vil stripped of his perfect exterior, you need to break free from the kiss. But not just that: when the male thinks he has got you in his grasp, cup his face with your hands and take a few moments to admire him: his half lidded amethyst eyes, his slightly tinted in pink dust cheeks, his puffy lips which are still coated in expensive lipstick that is hard to smear and overall warmth you feel under your palms. Whisper audible lovely words under your breath, call him the most beautiful boy you have ever laid your eyes on, and capture his lips with yours before Vil can respond. By doing so, you are guaranteed to have a flustered Vil Schoenheit, the sight only he lets you behold.

Epel

— growing up in the village, Epel's outward experience of kissing didn't leave the ideal image in mind: old couples kissing accompanied with the nausea inducing noises or when different women figures gave him a wet smooches on his plush face. Ew, no, the boy couldn't shake this awful feeling even after reading countless romance books and manga where characters frequently exchanged kisses;

— it all changed when you appeared in his life. Suddenly, Epel really wants to kiss, very badly, to the point of him demanding kisses after you two have become a couple, chasing your lips with his eyes and trying to communicate with glances the desire to connect your mouthes just for few seconds;

— if you decide to humor him by pecking his lips, face or head — the boy will pout and sulk until you "properly kiss" him. Epel doesn't mind kissing, just not the light childish kisses: he enjoys them, yes, but it makes him feel small and frail, like you don't treat him like a man he actually was trying to be. Though the boy barely could hold candle to what he believed as in the end he crumbled under any heavy kissing, despite mentally challenging himself to be dominant for once;

— it was already hard for him due to how infuriating small he was: if you are considerably taller than Epel, he must tiptoe to reach your face, so you need to hold his waist else he might topple onto your body in the momentum. Don't tease him though, unless you want to be grabbed by a neck tie or other item and tugged down to his level;

— but do not take Epel for granted, if he is in the right state of mind, you better be prepared to face an embodiment of passion itself! Like when he completed hard assignment everybody believed he wouldn't pull off, or when he scored the last point in favour of his team during Spelldrive practice, Epel without a fail would rush to you to get his anticipated trophy kiss;

— lavender haired boy kissed in a peculiar manner: he is still young and yet to learn how to correctly line up his face to yours without bumping into you. Or when to open his mouth and add his tongue, it was very cute when he tried to replicate the scenes he saw in manga panels without understand how kissing actually worked. You had to do most of adjusting, parting away and guiding Epel's eager lips to the right places. He wanted to do everything himself, so he often lightly tugged at your hair, earning a chuckle from you. He was adorable, and he knew that, making muffled groaning sounds of protests into the kiss.

Idia

— listen, Idia was pleased with how loving you were with him: you had patience of a saint and gave him breathers when he needed them, got interested in things he was currently into unprompted but most importantly, you were the more physical one out of the two;

— blue flamed male had hard time making advances, he got lucky in romantic relationship gatcha but it meant that now he must keep said status afloat. At first, Idia was incredibly stiff and awkward when he hugged you, like he was trying to hug a tree and not the love of his life, not to mention.... kissing;

— Idia didn't like kissing, he had to push his mouth together and close his eyes and somehow end up touching your lips with his? And for it to feel nice for both parties?? Replaying one of the toughest games he has ever played on the nightmare difficulty didn't sound as hard as that! His restless mind up kept flashing mental images of how stupid his face might be looking like, further turning the male away from taking initiative in kissing, only interacting when you made advances;

— now hugs and cuddles were another story. It was very endearing: while you both spooned on his messy bed, exchanging warmth, he would often nuzzle into your body as a way of replacing kisses. You absentmindedly played with his blue fiery locks, your thoughts wandering to the rare times when Idia uncharacteristically was great at kissing;

— it always happened in his room, late at night, when you couldn't stay up anymore but really wanted to be with him. You wearily placed your head on his lanky shoulder and continued to play. Idia, on the other hand, paused the game and started saying something you could barely make out due to your drowsy state. Until all of the sudden he raised your chin up and locked his blue lips with yours. The kiss was long and unhurried, Idia even inserted his tounge into the kiss near the end. But before you could fully wake up, he parted, licking his mouth clean of saliva and commanded you to go to sleep already, adding that he would join in a minute after he was finished with the level;

— back to the present, you made up your mind, rolling out from Idia body and crawled on top of him. He was about to question your actions until you lifted up his stripped t-shirt and stated to pepper his chest and torso with light, butterfly pecks, making him stutter the rest of the question, hair instantly turning few shades rosier. W-what was that all about? Do you want him to have a heart attack?? Idia wanted to cover his face with his hands so badly, but instead managed to place them on your back, inviting you in rather than pushing you away. This kissing ambush was extremely effective... now he kinda wanted to kiss you like that too...

Lilia

— kissing? Sign him in! Lilia enjoyed giving, recieving, describing and prescribing kisses left and right. Platonic or romantic didn't really matter, it's the thought behind the act that did;

— now he pecked your face long before you two got together to see your reaction. Then, when you finally got into the relationship, the fae gave smooches and bunny kisses all the time, never seemingly treating kissing seriously, always finishing with a loud "muah!". From the side, it resembled a cat playing with a mouse rather than two lovers putting their affection into physical boundaries;

— as your relationship progressed, however, you begun noticing changes in Lilia's behaviour. Kisses become more stable, focused and needy: his hands were no longer merely holding your face or hands. Now they messed up the hair on your head, wrapped around your neck, curled around your waist and somehow found their way underneath your clothes. The short male was bold enough to either push your body to his or press his to yours, which you never expected given his innocent, cute exterior he masterful crafted to deceive pretty, gullible people like you;

— it came to a point where Lilia was increasingly getting hungrier and hungrier with kisses, turning even the most innocuous pecks into full-blown make out session and never caring where they took place. The bat didn't restrain himself like he used to, trailing from your lips down to your neck and collarbone to plant as many marks as he could. What he did there was a pure chaos: Lilia kissed, nibbled, bit, sucked and licked your poor flash like you were a flesh tomato slice or some glorified candy!

— no use confronting the male, he would giggle and say that he couldn't resist, or he would make teary eyes and proclaim his "genuine" remorse which was in no shape or form genuine. He left you in a hot mess, sweaty and mind blank with hickeys which were still aching by the way (!), trapping you in tight embraces for a while until he was sure you were okay;

— Lilia will never let you win, unless you give him the taste of his own medicine. Do a surprise attack: drag him into the nearest empty room and go for his pale, pristine skin just like he does to you. He has a gull to chuckle and tease you for now, not until you find his weak spots and make him eat his words, forcing his knees to buckle under your influence and hands grasp your attire.

What therapy looks like:

(the ‘mendo kuso’ on Nagi’s shirt is the funniest thing)

《"Bridal style? but I'm not a bride!》

Sumeru boys reacting to you carrying them bridal style.

Characters: Alhaitham, The Wanderer (Scaramouche), Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari

》 Akademiya's Scribe : Al Haitham

Those arms are no joke, Alhaitham is a beefy man.

And you. His precious partner; someone who can somehow defy his 'always rational' mindset. He knows you're capable of handling yourself but the scribe has always liked the idea of protecting you.

Which is why when you picked him up and held him nonchalantly, he's quite ??? at first.

He's never been into heavy PDA and the endless teasing that might come from his roommate if Kaveh sees this makes him dread the idea.

He'll ask you to place him down, but if no one's around and he has a perfectly good book in his hands; Alhaitham would sigh and continue on reading.

The feeling of you holding him so gently whilst having the strenght to carry him made Alhaitham slightly flustered, but you didn't hear it from me.

8/10 very heavy, but now you have a pretty bookworm nerd prince in your arms.

》 The Wanderer : Scaramouche

(I know he's from Inazuma but his vision frame is Sumeru's soooo)

Touch starved boy

Despite his rather unpleasant temper, Scaramouche has a soft spot for you. That doesn't mean he won't be cranky tho.

Honestly, if you're in a public place Scaramouche would be uncomfortable and angry; he wants these types of moments where he could be vulnerable only for you and him. He'll be fine with it when you're both alone.

When you picked him up and held him so closely, he went tsundere mode and demanded you to place him down, but the way he stuttered those words may mean he doesn't fully want you to.

If you do as you're told, Scaramouche would act pissed off, but he can't stop thinking about how you picked him up and held him gently for the rest of the day.

But if you don't listen to his demands and complaints, Scaramouche would still be angry at first then the complaints slowly turned into a "fine, whatever" as you held him close to you

9/10 tsundere boi, he's light as hell so it's easy to sweep him off his feet. The whining gets annoying tho.

》 The Palace of Alcazarzaray's Architect : Kaveh

Smirks at you, goes confident mode

Kaveh has always been the type to tease you. So when your strong arms swept him off his feet, he sees a golden opportunity.

"Oh? Did someone missed me?"

A part of you is tempted to drop him on the floor for all the teasing but didn't have the heart to.

It slowly morphs into the two of you flirting/bickering with eachother. If Alhaitham walks in on this, it's best he pretends to not see it.

Kaveh actually likes you picking him up like that. Whilst he does take the more affectionate role in the relationship most of the time, Kaveh likes the feeling of you holding him gently after he finished the sketches for his next project.

10/10 he's light to be picked up + bonus flirting with eachother.

》 The General Mahamatra : Cyno

One might think the general mahamatra might not like the idea of being picked up and carried like a bride. They're wrong.

Cyno is neutral when he's being carried by you like this; it just depends on the surroundings.

If the place you're is both in is safe and he's not doing any important work, he'll let you pick him up with ease. The blank and straight face might say otherwise, but he likes it.

Cyno is a warrior at heart, he brings judgement upon those at the Akademiya or those at the desert; but being picked up gently by you makes him feel butterflies.

He might show you his appreciation in the form of a smile, or three of his best jokes.

10/10 he has those muscles from being the General Mahamatra, but Cyno is still easy to pick up. Remember to laugh at his jokes.

》 Avidya Forest Watcher : Tighnari

"Watch it on the tail!" He did not groom it to be soft n fluffy just for it to be ruined, be careful.

Like Cyno, if he's doing any important things or is in a dangerous area; don't pick him up. But if the two of you are just patrolling or in a private area, go for it!

Tighnari quite likes it when you pick him up. He's not big on PDA, but some exceptions can be made.

If the forest ranger is feeling tired that day, he might lean to your chest and rest his eyes for a bit. Keeping anyone safe from the forest isn't an easy task, so let the fox rest for a bit against you.

His ears are sensitive, so he can hear your heartbeat clearly if he presses his head against your chest. He finds it comforting

11/10 very light and soft, pet those ears.

LOVING HIM WAS RED

after you heard their apparent disdain for you, you've decided to leave the nation you love and travel into a new one. not knowing everything is a misunderstanding. how will they find you? childe. xiao. alhaitham & cyno. PART ONE HERE!

authors note: here is the most awaited second part of “for all that it's worth”! does it give complete comfort? you guys tell me.

tags: gender neutral!reader. fluff(?). comfort. uncensored profanities.

word count ৎ୭ 3.8k 11.15.2022

penned by @doctorheusch

“Lord Harbinger!” The Fatui Agent gasped, kneeling in front of the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger as he caught his breath. Childe didn't bother to look up from the papers he was reviewing while Ekaterina reported its external conditions, he asked regardless while his mind focused elsewhere, “What is it? There better be a good reason you're making a fuss and disturbing the peace.”

“Lord Harbinger! (Y/N) has been taken!”

Childe snapped his head up, looking at the agent with a glare, the hand that is holding the papers unconsciously tightening and crumpling them. The only person who can make him react like this is you. (Y/N). What happened a week ago has been plaguing his mind, he deeply regretted it yet knew it was for the best. Perhaps out of worry or his denial of his feelings, Childe sent someone to watch over you– that person exactly the Fatui Agent in front of him at the moment.

“Taken?” His voice is icy cold, “Isn't it your job to protect them? How can they be taken?” Childe quizzed, slamming the papers down on the table beside him. The Fatui Agent didn't dare breathe so he bowed his head, accepting whatever punishment his superior will order. Indeed, he is the agent who is supposed to protect you but with the number of opponents against him alone, he decided to report and attain backup. Everyone at the Northland Bank branch in Liyue knew how you are important to the Harbinger presiding over them so the agent didn't hesitate to offer his neck on the line. He owed you this much, after all.

Childe stood beside the kneeling Fatui Agent, “Who took (Y/N)? Did you see where they took them?”

“They are a group of Nobushi headed by two Kairagi, my lord. They departed towards Inazuma.” The agent responded and was met with silence; when he turned his head, Childe is no longer there.

Pain is what you felt, not the kind of pain your soul went through in the past days but physical pain. Your hands are bound behind your back with your mouth and eyes covered by a cloth. Three of your senses were blocked, why didn't they just cover your ears and nose too? Idiots. The blood from where one of your captors slid their sword over, oozed to the ground below you. It's an injury on your arm, a wide slit starting from your shoulder until the juncture between your upper and lower arms.

You wanted to go to Inazuma but not like this. What's with this luck anyway? The kidnappers rejoiced when they caught you and chattered about their benefactor paying thrice the price for seizing a Harbinger's partner. Too bad, you aren't a Harbinger's lover any longer. Childe might not be even interested in rescuing you when he learns of your predicament. Thinking of the person you wanted to forget, the pain in your heart resurfaced.

It has been seven days since you overheard Childe and Ekaterina's conversation, you spent those seven days crying to sleep and doing your routine rather robotically. Xiangling even commented on how you look like a walking corpse, deprived of food and sleep. She suggested a change of scenery and you agreed, thinking that you need to avoid Liyue in the meantime. Every part of the Land of Commerce reminds you of him, the memories you created with Childe still fresh in your mind.

“Captain! A Snezhnayan fleet is coming close!” The commotion overhead woke you up from your thoughts as the people shouted and ran around. You could hear them panicking. Snezhnaya? It's impossible. You quickly suppressed the hope which rose in your heart. Childe said it in a clear voice, he only cared about you for his mission, nothing more. “What is the Snezhnayan fleet doing here!?” You listened to how the Captain fussed and was answered by someone, “May the Shogun help us! Their masts bear the Fatui insignia.”

Fatui. You mentally shook your head, your emotions already worn out from the strain you went through, rendering you numb. If this ship goes down with you in it then alright because you are more than certain the Snezhnayan fleet doesn't care for your mere existence. Suddenly, the commotion on the deck intensified, swords are being drawn and commands were thrown around. “Stop him!” The Captain's voice ordered but what followed is a low gurgle, there was something moist dripping on your shirt and it didn't feel like water.

The door leading to where you're kept, opened with a loud crash, its hinges threatening to fall off as footsteps carefully approached your laying figure. Childe gazed at your form with his heart contracting, he shouldn't have done what he did, only now did he realize. No matter if you're with him or not, the danger of being affiliated with his status as a Harbinger will still be lurking. He grits his teeth, slowly untying the binds on your wrists and mouth, taking you into his arms: an arm under your knees and another supporting your back. The Harbinger didn't remove the blindfold just yet, the scene he caused on this ship is bloody and gruesome, not something he would allow you to witness.

You, on the other hand, instinctively knew who is carrying you. The way he held you with familiarity and his unique scent mixed with blood. Childe. He came for you? But he said... You didn't bother to think, maybe this is just a temporary thing. “Shoot their ship down.” The Harbinger dictated after returning to his ship with you, watching as the canons fired at the enemy vessel, causing it to sink. He sarcastically remarked, “Glory to the Shogun.”

Achieving such a feat, Childe brought you into a room, gently seating you down on a mattress and removing the blindfold. The darkness which you were in for hours went away, Childe's face the first thing you see. His eyes are filled with concern, hands softly caressing the corners of your eyes. “Ajax...” You trailed off, a rush of emotions bombarding your being, you felt a longing, a little joy but most of all, hurt. It's clear in your eyes and Childe couldn't bear to look, the blood dripping down your arm attracting his attention, “What happened here?” He immediately asked as he rummaged through the drawer close to the bed for the first aid kit, “Did they do this?”

The nod you gave made his hand tremble, he knew it, he shouldn't have left you by yourself. He's this stupid! A deep sense of frustration at himself surged in his soul. Taking your arm, he silently treated your injury, not once did he become harsh. “Ajax–” You badly wanted to ask why was he doing this. Aren't you a mediocre person to him? Not worth his time, “...Why?”

Childe knew what you meant and when he finished bandaging your arm, he finally returned your burning gaze, “I... I have a confession to make.”

This is where the dam he has built in his soul shattered as he knelt in front of you, his body shaking while he explained everything. Why he purposely said those, why he didn't want you to be with him, why he needed to keep you away. Childe smiled bitterly, “I thought I was doing this for your own good, that you'll live a better life if you aren't with me. It turns out I was completely wrong. (Y/N), none of what I said back then was true. I love you. I love your cooking. I love how we spent every moment in bliss, the happiest I've felt in my life.”

This is the most vulnerable state you saw Childe in, there are tears in the corner of his eyes and they were about to fall. You reached out, hand on his cheek as you wiped his tears away. The Eleventh Harbinger leaned into your touch, waiting for you to speak or not at all, he's fine with either.

“I can't say I wasn't hurt when you said those, it hurt like one of your blades cutting through me. Nevertheless, now hearing your explanation, you are half forgiven.” You smiled, bringing yourself closer to the kneeling Harbinger, your faces inches away from each other. “What does it take to be entirely forgiven, my love?” He asked, you could feel his breath hitting your lips, and you hummed, “I wonder what?”

You were about to return to your original position, however, Childe prevented you from doing so by placing his hand behind the back of your head and guiding your lips to meet his in a searing kiss. The kiss conveyed your yearning for one another, making up for the days you spent away, and healing the damage inflicted on your souls. Childe only releases you from the kiss when you're both almost out of breath, placing his forehead against yours, whispering, “Never again. Your place is with me, (Y/N), for better or for worse. Have I told you that I love you already? Because I do, more than I love any other person in my life.”

High and low, he searched for you all around the boundaries of Liyue but didn't find you anywhere. There are no signs, no clues, no nothing. The Conqueror of Demons was growing desperate every minute that he couldn't figure out where you are. It is the pressing matter which made him search for another person, someone who he is certain knows of your whereabouts. He couldn't exactly leave Liyue unattended yet he also can't imagine you fending for yourself in who knows where.

“You need not worry, Xiao.” Zhongli stated, bringing a cup of tea to his mouth as he took a sip. Yes, he did know where you are, however, you made a contract with him– trapping him into a corner where he couldn't reveal your location. It happened the day before yesterday, you inquired about his conversation with the adeptus and if it was all true. Of course, as an archon and an individual that cannot bring himself to lie, Zhongli revealed everything. The look on your face when he did, distorted into many expressions and he couldn't guess most of them. Continuing his words earlier, the ex-Geo Archon put his teacup back unto the table, “(Y/N) is doing fine, they just need time by themselves.”

“What if they get attacked!?” Xiao didn't believe what he was hearing. Did Zhongli regard your life as a small matter? You two were friends! He couldn't ease his distress and seeing Morax being so nonchalant just made the worry in his heart worsen, “You know where they are.”

“I do.” Zhongli didn't deny it, looking at the adeptus with calm eyes, “My apologies, Xiao. I can't help you because they made a contract with me.” The Conqueror of Demons didn't stay any longer out of frustration, he was getting nowhere with his findings. As he proceeded in his search, he held your design– the one you were planning to show him, an illustration he recognized as Bosacius’ ruins but different, it was beautifully modernized. In his heart, he knew you heard his discussion with Zhongli and perhaps didn't hear everything. Why would you suddenly leave if you heard all that he said? The only trace of you he found is the architectural design that was on the ground.

Carrying yourself up on a mountain ledge, you wiped your sweat, you're a researcher for crying out loud! Not an adventurer. Yet look which idiot decided to climb a tall mountain just to get their mind off a certain adeptus? It's unbelievable how you managed to get so high up. Looking down, hundreds of meters from the ground, you patted your shoulder, “At least I can be proud of hiking this mountain.” Contrary to what a certain Xiao believes at the moment, you are still in the premise of Liyue except in an isolated place where nobody usually goes.

You have erased everything you heard that day from your mind, knowing it's a misunderstanding. However, it still pained you. That is why you didn't want Zhongli to tell anyone where you were going, especially Xiao. You needed time for yourself and what the hell did you decide to do? Mountain climbing. Perfect, isn't it? Truthfully, you're scared out of your wits since you don't how to get down but you swallowed your thoughts. This was your own idea, it's either you suck it up or back away like a coward.

“I really am smart, no?” You spoke to yourself, grabbing onto the next ledge above with a hand, “Smart in being dumb, that's what.” A grunt came out of your lips as you hauled yourself up with your arm. What you didn't think about is the sudden imbalance due to the unequal distribution of weight. “Fuck!” You cursed as your body becomes suspended in midair, your fingers slowly slipping from your hold on the ledge, “Isn't this a great way to die?”

You sure didn't want to meet the Abyss yet though, having things to finish first before you can leave this world. It was then that your fingers gave up, allowing our body to drop at a fast pace. No, you're not going to die here, you refuse to! Gathering your remaining courage, you called to the wind, “Xiao!”

Even if he didn't appear last time, you placed your faith in him now. He would be here and he would save you, but a few moments passed and the adeptus didn't appear. Oh... Is he mad at you for not saying anything? You cursed at yourself. What kind of selfish bastard are you–

The surroundings unexpectedly turned into a shade of dark green as you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Xiao turned you around so you are facing his chest, his arm still around you while he moved the other to cradle your head. You met his eyes, they were frantic and relieved. The green mist which enveloped you both disappeared, showing the wonderful view of the sunset on top of the mountain you were climbing.

“I knew you would come.” You said, smiling at the distressed adeptus as he checked on you for injuries and to his solace, there were none. It made your heart move, Xiao was never initiated touching first because he was uncomfortable yet here he is now, fretting over you like a mother. A chuckle escaped your lips and he returned to gazing directly into your eyes, “I will always come when you call.”

“Except for that day though.” It was a jest but Xiao's expression became sullen as he apologized, “I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

“Hey now! I'm kidding. I should be the one apologizing since I misunderstood your conversation with Zhongli.” You looked down, embarrassed. Xiao gently took your chin and raised your head with a small nudge, “Let me make up for it.”

He didn't say anything else, immediately encasing your lips with his as he pulled you flush against his chest. His fingers running through your locks, reaching the back of your neck as he caressed it. After a while, you separated, dazed from the kiss. Xiao placed a quick peck before taking your hand and kissing your palm, “You are perfect for me and you forever will be. I love you.”

When I say Tighnari is shocked to know you're planning to go to Natlan, he is absolutely speechless. What brought this idea along? Or who? He'll skin that idiot alive! Never in his long life did he ever hear from you that you wanted to willingly leave Sumeru. The Forest Ranger practically raised you and he didn't know if its his paternal instincts kicking but he cautiously inquired, “What brought this about, (Y/N)? It's so sudden.” His ears are twitching and you noticed, it does that every time Tighnari is experiencing a severe emotional influx, his tail moves in tandem sometimes too. You chuckled, answering him, “It's nothing. I just want to experience the outside world.”

It's a lie, he knows it's a lie and you know it as well. Nevertheless, he nodded his head in compliance, “Are Alhaitham and Cyno aware of this?”

As expected, you became silent, not responding to his question. Something happened. Tighnari didn't pursue the subject any further, patting the top of your head, “When are you planning to leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” You stated, smiling at his habit of petting your head. Tighnari then hummed in recognition and turned on his heel, leaving your temporary residence in Gandharva Ville. This too, you almost didn't want to remain in Gandharva Ville because the Scribe and General Mahamatra always coddled you to stay with them. Now he's certain. Something definitely happened while he wasn't there.

The next morning, you're greeted by Karkata at your doorstep, it greeted you in its robotic voice. How did Kartaka get here, wasn't it in Pardis Dhyai? Perhaps Tighnari allowed it to return to Gandharva Ville with him this time around. You waved at the intelligent mechanical crab and invited it inside, “Hello, Karkata! Would you like to come in?”

Karkata moved its body side to side, turning its back to you, clearly indicating something as it was speaking in its language. You stepped to his side, tilting your head, “Did Tighnari send you here?” The robot gave a sound which you guessed is an affirmation so you nodded, “I'm sure he instructed you something, let's go!” You cheered, following behind Karkata as it led the way, “Let's be partners, Karkata.”

Meanwhile, in the halls of Sumeru Akademiya, a Forest Ranger stood in front of Alhaitham and Cyno, his face livid. “What did you do to (Y/N)?” Tighnari asked in a harsh tone, his eyes glaring at them both while his arms are folded over his chest, “Speak now or you'll never see them again.”

“What is this about, Tighnari?” Cyno was the one who opened his mouth first. Therefore, being the target of Tighnari's inner turmoil as he scolded, “What is this about? Are you seriously asking me this, you knuckleheaded idiot?”

They never heard Tighnari this angry before so Alhaitham and Cyno are stunned. Tighnari proceeded with his rant as he pointed at them in turn, “You guys did something! (Y/N) would never start the idea of leaving Sumeru if nothing happened! And what? Don't tell me you don't know what happened or I swear on Lesser Lord Kusanali that you're going to do a hundred rounds of work in Sumeru until I tell you to stop!”

“Calm down, Tighnari.” Alhaitham spoke but was slapped right back with words, “You shut up and answer me this instant!” Okay, now they're scared. They didn't show it but their hearts shivered at Tighnari's sharp voice, “Start speaking in 3 seconds.”

“I don't know what you're speaking about, Tighnari.” Cyno held his polearm tightly at the mention of you planning to travel. You've never mentioned anything like this to them. Is it related to the time they found you unconscious in the forest? Cyno stopped at this thought. Calculating the time you would have spent walking there and the your behavior, he concluded that you overheard his and Alhaitham's discussion. The Scribe has a similar thought, glancing at Cyno and sighing. Tighnari has been closely watching them and he noticed the subtle change, “I take it you remember what happened?”

“Yes.” Alhaitham spoke truthfully, “To be frank, we messed up.”

“Quite a big one too.” Cyno added, looking straight ahead. Tighnari wanted to truly skin them alive as they recounted the scenario which occurred that day. However, he suppressed the urge to kill them and spat, “You two, follow me. I'm going to take you to (Y/N) and you better apologize!”

You were busy fixing a machine with Karkata in a hidden laboratory in the forest, although it isn't your specialty, Karkata provided a manual that Tighnari gave it to hand over to you. After half a day, you still couldn't piece the damned thing together even if you read the instructions over and over! You didn't know that Tighnari purposefully made it confusing so you would lose track of time, and you did. “This one big chunk of shit!” You exclaimed, sitting beside Karkata who was also resting itself, “We make a good team, Karkata.”

The robot gave another sound of agreement and nudged your arm gently, you chuckled and patted its body in return. Would Tighnari allow you to take Karkata on your journey? Never hurts to ask. “(Y/N)? Are you here?” Speak of the devil and he shall come, Tighnari's voice echoed in the manmade cave as you answered, “I'm here!”

You stood up to greet the Forest Ranger but was surprised when Cyno and Alhaitham appeared behind him. They didn't meet your eyes and looked to the walls, the grass, anything but you. “I'll leave you three here, I'm sure there are things you want to talk about. Correct?” Tighnari nodded as if replying to himself as he walked away with Karkata, “Have a pleasant talk. You both better have the guts to speak.”

“We're sorry.” Cyno lowered his head in shame, “We shouldn't have made a bet about this, it is illogical and unacceptable.”

“At first, I do admit that neither of us didn't have feelings for you.” Alhaitham gazed at you, who is looking at them with an expressionless face. It inwardly pains him that your gaze has shifted for the better. It's what they deserve, after all, “However, as time passed, I gradually grew fond of you until it turned into love...”

Cyno hummed in agreement, taking his turn to speak, “I am also the same. I thought I wouldn't fall and I didn't, I just fell harder than expected. You're that great of a person.”

You still didn't give them the satisfaction of forgiveness as you maintained your poker face. What? They make a bet on you and now they're guiltily admitting it? Can't you have your little revenge? You knew that you can't stay mad at them forever but you can't exactly forgive them either. It hurts. What you heard left a scar in your heart and they should understand that. Shrugging Your shoulders, you turned around and started tinkering with the machine again like you didn't hear anything, “Help me with this.”

They did end up aiding you, finally assembling and fixing the broken machine. Turning your attention to them again, you took one hand from each of them, holding it in yours as you stared at the apparent differences. “I will not pretend that this is matter is going to be easily ended so you have to do your best and earn my trust again.”

“We will.” Cyno squeezed your hand and brought its back to his lips, placing a small kiss while Alhaitham nodded, caressing your knuckles, “We're just glad we talked about this.”

A smile graced your lips and the two of them momentarily stopped breathing. You are fascinating, the person who captured their hearts and holds it in their palms. The Scribe then twirled you around, your back meeting his chest as General Mahamatra stood at your front, burying his head in the crevice of your neck. Alhaitham kissed your temple while Cyno gave your neck a similar soft kiss, “Stay with us. We'll breathe for you, protect you, and love you because we don't want anyone else but you.”

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Traveler puts Scaramouche in the teapot with Raiden and Nahida as company.

3.2 had yet to drop at this time so these are just some of my hopes for Scaramouche's story <3

if evil then why so cute?