Imbibitors Your Lunae

imbibitors your lunae

hi author!congrats on getting 100+ followers and spending time and effort on your works❤do remember to drink water and take a rest too ofc. (*´˘`*)♡

I've seen your post of your follower event and couldn't resist to request you something as i like your writing style (*＾＾*)// can i request Scaramouche/Wanderer & Kazuha with 'wiping your tears as they held you in their arms' and "Why should I leave?" prompt? Its okay if this is too much and its okay to ignore it,afterall you should take care of yourself first!

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prompt: wiping your tears as they held you in their arms+"why should I leave?"

★ pairings: Scaramouche/wanderer, Kazuha x gn reader (separated)

★ genre: hurt/comfort, drabbles

★ cw: self-doubt, arguments

★ wc: 2.1k words

★ a/n: Hi anon who requested this, thank you for the praise you gave me! I really appreciate it:) And will continue to write these fics until I die. And this is one of the longest fics I have written here (considering scara and kazuha are my favs)

★ prompt event

✧ Kaedehara Kazuha

The wandering samurai was pleased the moment he stepped a foot on the docks—with his tied back-ponytail swaying behind him. The reason why he's pleased was because he has finally returned to visit you after a month traveling with the crux.

Though; he's kind of concerned about one certain thing—these past few days, you haven't been responding to his letters(obviously filled with loveable haikus about his travels and about you). Usually, you're the type of person who's always been eager to send him tons of letters since it has been a month after all. But all of sudden—you just stopped replying the past few days.

He doesn't understand. You usually answer each of his letters in no time flat, even when he sends several. Even if you had received his last letter, you have been awfully silent ever since. It's a strange behaviour for your usual self so he can't help but worry a little bit.

After he reached the house, He could feel the wind telling him—that he should quickly head inside. So he did as he was told, he knocked on the door, he waited a second before knocking again. Still nothing from within, he decided that maybe he should just enter just in case.

He excuses himself before he steps inside of your home; it was quiet, too quiet, almost like no one really owned this house.

Anxious, his first Instict is to call out your name but then he thinks better of it. No need to alarm you by scaring you. Instead, he calls your name once more before walking around the house—there was no response at all. He hasn't checked your room yet so he thought he might check there first.

He stood outside of your bedroom door, wondering if you're actually there or not.

Before he could twist the doorknob—what he heard was sobs coming from your room and muttering something under your breath. He took it upon himself to quietly open the door and peek inside—his heart dropped when he saw you sobbing alone in your bed.

"(Name)...?" He called out softly. As soon as he said your name, you immediately looked up at him, tears rolling down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy, indicating that you've been crying for quite a while now.

He was relieved that you weren't missing or anything otherwise he would panic, but the most important here right now is that you're crying!

When he attempts to walk towards you slowly; you raise a hand in front him, gesturing him to stop his movement, "Don't Kazuha. Don't look at me..." You then, cover your face continuing to sob your sorrows out.

"Dearest, why shouldn't I? You're in miserable right now-"

"That's the thing, Kazuha!" You interrupt him while wiping your tears with your wet sleeve which was drenched from wiping your tears from earlier, "I am miserable, And I don't want you seeing me like this. You probably think I look stupid right now."

Kazuha shook his head, wasted no time making his way towards you and scooped you up into his arms, he held you tightly against him. He stroked your hair soothingly with his hands as he cooed softly, trying to calm you down, "Never say such nonsense, dearest. You are beautiful no matter what." whoever made his precious s/o think such things, he wouldn't forgive them but he shouldn't think about that right now. His attention is focused on you only.

"Kazuha, let go of me. I'm only just wasting your time for the past few months." You attempt at trying to escape his grasp but he holds onto you tighter.

"Why should I leave?" He asks as he wipes your tears with his free hand. If you didn't know better you would think he sounded hurt, but you knew that deep down, Kazuha isn't really upset, he is worried for you. Afterall, he does care very much about you.

"Because I don't deserve someone like you, Kazuha. Someone who would willingly give themselves up for someone else." Your voice broke, your tone was full of pain, despair. There is no other word to describe your feelings; despair.

It breaks Kazuha's heart to hear that you felt this way, "Oh, my love. How could I not deserve someone like you? I love you with every single part of my being, I would never trade you for anyone else in this world. Please do not doubt yourself, dearest. You are the best thing to have happened to me; I could not live without you."

You didn't reply; instead, you closed your eyes as if to prevent yourself from crying further. That was when Kazuha felt it. His eyes softened when they saw how hurt you were, so he made a decision—he needed to kiss away those tears from your face.

His lips touched yours gently, and although you didn't reciprocate his kiss—you still hugged him tight. After some seconds, Kazuha broke the kiss, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.

"Please don't cry anymore, (Name)." He begged.

With a sigh, you nod weakly, your hands holding onto the material of his shirt. When you opened your eyes, they were filled with tears once again. He wiped the tear away with his thumb and kissed your nose lightly.

"Now let us have a good night sleep now, we'll discuss the matters tomorrow morning." Kazuha murmurs in your ear. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as if to protect you from the cold. Then, he leaned over to place a chaste kiss onto your temple.

"Yes, Kazuha." Your voice wavered as you answer him. He held you close to him and placed another kiss onto your forehead.

✧ Scaramouche/wanderer

The wind is certainly chilly this time of year though its not surprising because it is December after all, the sky is cloudy but not threatening. The clouds are grey and wispy looking. There is a faint haze in the air as if it has yet to snow.

You stare at the fallen leaf on the ground for a moment before picking it up with your gloved hands, turning it over in your fingers and letting out a small sigh.

A small part of you is hoping it will start to snow soon so that there will be more to look forward to.

You continue walking home—while studying the decayed leaf your holding, you haven't figured out why you chose to observe the decayed leaf rather than just throwing it away—but as you do, your feet seem to move slower and slower until eventually you're forced to stop. You turn around and peer down at your surroundings, you don't see anyone else or anything particularly interesting.

Your gaze shifts up towards the sky, you see that the cloud cover has gotten significantly thicker; if you were to count the number of trees above you, you'd be able to tell there are a few more trees then you thought there had been.

"It's probably going to rain." You say aloud, you should probably get going.

If your lover chose to take a stroll with you right here right now, he would probably scold you for going outdoors when it starts to pour.

You snicker at that imagination of yours before picking up the pace again and hurrying home.

Opening the door slowly, you make your way inside and shut it behind you.

You sighed at the room filled with shattered vases and scattered books. You already know the culprit behind all of this; It's no surprise if that boyfriend of yours decided to take out his anger by messing things up—after that little argument you two had before you forced yourself to take a stroll to clear your stress off.

He's probably out wandering once again, you should remind him to take his anger really easy someday.

He's such a grumpy little kitten, you thought to yourself as you swept all of the broken glass from where it lay across the floor into your dustpan.

As the last of the broken glass clinks against the bottom of your dustpan, you drop the dustpan filled with shattered glasses into your trash bin and turn to look outside the window, noticing that the heavy gray clouds above have grown thicker. As you watch, they begin to spill some large amounts of water onto the ground beneath them, creating an uneven pattern.

You shake your head; You glance down at the scattered books on the floor—you can sort those out later once you're 'finished'.

You turn to the direction of the bathroom, making your way towards it while you hum to yourself softly.

But the moment you shut the door behind you, you heard the front door open once again and close following with a loud thud. No doubt, your dark indigo-haired lover is home.

You didn't felt like dealing with him right now—it's not that your relationship is toxic or anything, it's just that argument you two had earlier left quite the impression on you both and you're still trying to figure things out. With another sigh escapes from your mouth, you sat down on the corner of the bathroom and put your head in your hands.

It's no surprise that one day he would lose his temper to you because of something stupid you said. You acknowledged; he's trying so hard to be calm and patient towards you—you couldn't blame him at all. You shouldn't have said those things earlier maybe next time—You should think before acting on your own now.

You didn't realize a couple of tears started to fall from your eyes until a soft knock echoed throughout the bathroom followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.

"(Name)? I know you're inside. Err... Could we talk?"

You're aren't too sure if he could hear your crying or not but judging by how quiet the room was, you wouldn't be surprised if he did. You chose to stay silent while wiping away your tears with the back of your hand, even though the sound of sniffles came out, waiting for his next move to come.

"Ugh, since you aren't answering—I'll just enter right now." You snap your head up from your hands and glanced up at the door, watching him push the door open and step inside. You noticed he wasn't wearing his large circular dark blue hat that he usually wears on a daily basis not that it bothers you though.

"(Name), were you crying?" He utter while his widen, his tone clearly indicating that he was worried. Your gaze shifted downwards towards your lap, fiddling with your hands in attempt to keep the tears from falling again.

"Just... Just leave me alone right now, please." You croak out, not bothering to lift your gaze up. You wanted him to leave you alone right now; you weren't sure if you could handle any more of his stupid jokes and teasing today.

"Come on, don't be like that, (Name). Why should I leave?" A soft sigh escaped from his lips and you felt his body shift slightly before he wrapped his arms around you tightly, he lets your head rest on his chest which caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You remain stiff as you attempt to ignore the warm feeling spreading through your chest as he continue to hold you closely to him while wiping your tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. Forgive me." He whispers, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You felt him wrap his arms tighter around you as if he could shield you from everything around you, as if he would protect you from anything. You let out another sigh before you began to relax, the feeling of warmth radiating from his chest made your heart flutter.

His heart beats just as fast as your own.

"I forgive you, scara. Though it's technically—"

He shushed you gently, "That's fine," he gave you a sly smile.

You were about to smile back before realization hits you, "Oh, I should go sort out those books."

"Eh, no need. I already did when you were having your alone time in here—I mean, it was my responsibility when you had your little stroll outside." he awkwardly looks away with a frown, "That was pretty stupid of me throwing a tantrum earlier after we had our foolish argument."

You smile softly at him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing, "I know you only meant well and what I said was awful. Don't worry, I won't ever say anything mean to you again!" you winked. His cheeks reddened instantly as he looks away again, wishing he wore his hat already. You giggle mischievously and pulled him close so that you could peck his cheek, he lets out a groan before allowing you to do so.

Before you knew it, you were already pressed against the wall, with no escape routes in sight.

not sure how to start this but this is about the lastest post about which genshin characs matches reader!I wanna know the result so...Some things i do is drawing ocs,listening to music(mostly instrumental or electronic music) and also playing games.My MBTI is ENTJ and im a 5w4! Most of the time i play rhythm games or role playing games(RPG) and i have learnt play piano and guzheng.I have the bad habit of daydreaming and being very sentimental.Thats all and it's okay if you don't wanna accept this!

This was very difficult (Took me 20 min to think 💀) but I’d sayyy….Venti

(College/School AU, Modern AU)

Slight opposites attract do they not?

You were probably outside somewhere (if you don’t like the outdoors you were probably forced by someone like family member or friend) playing a rhythm game when he got curious and peered over.

Asked you what you were playing.

You both talk about music for your remainder in the spring air and eventually trade contacts and (game) usernames to something you both play.

You run into each other very often in whatever you’re doing. Both of you happen to go to the same school and share some of the same classes.

Venti is a roblox player you cannot tell me otherwise. Little shit likes to troll people, and you laugh.

Venti WILL do that thing where you slam your hands on the keyboard to you while you’re playing just to be funny. (If you’re focused he won’t)

Will bonk you on the head if you’re daydreaming. (If you don’t like that, you probably chase him around the room for a bit).

When you feel sentimental he will give you hugs.

Both of you share thoughts.

There are times when he stops being extroverted to match your energy and be empathetic towards your current emotions.

Surprisingly takes talks seriously and won’t make any stupid jokes.

Only does when he’s sure you’re feeling a little bit better

“Cheer up, sunshine :)”

*Hugs 🫂 *

Will write songs about your OCs given the information you tell him.

Will write songs about YOU and if you’re having trouble sleeping one night or smth whether it be in person or call you he sings you those songs.

Sorry if my writing isn’t the best. It’s night time and I’m exhausted. Thank you for requesting though! I’m still getting used to this format. It’s a work in progress :)

Also, sorry if these scenarios don’t entirely match up with you, I tried my best matching with the info you’ve given me.

— 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

– YOU just bagged yourself the hottest/cutest men. Here are a few things you hate about them♡

–CHARACTER. Gepard, Jing yuan. Luocha. Blade x reader 

GENRE. fluff, crack, all fictional men are red flags but who/cares, I'm totally not neglecting my studies.

C.W. murder, men and their red flags. Love is not a first priority.

NOTE. This is inspired by @seelestia 's genshin men's red flag. I loved it so much.

[GENERAL: JING YUAN]

°   He gets scammed more often than not.  You would think that as the general, He will be a quick witted person but it didn't take long for you to realise that the general is also just a normal human. When you joked about giving him your heart, you never thought it would ever come close to happening till Jing yuan one day brought home a 'cat' or so he claimed. If the white maned lion was a 'cat' then you would gladly pay the seller ten fold. Sadly, it wasn't. And you had to deal with a rather hungry wild animal whenever the bane of your existence was not home.

°   He considers your lap his pillow, and his private property. Be it home or a busy street, you'll always somehow find the General turning your lap into a pillow. Are you shy? Too bad, better abandon that because this man does not give a shit. And he demands for your hand to go through his hair. As if he wasn't holding you half captive.

°    A walking bird cage. Allergic to feathers? Heaven bless you. This man could pass himself as a bird feeder even though he is not one. You lost count of the times you got bitten by the tiny winged animal's beak whenever you tried to get close to him. Your man? No, he is now the bird's man. Worst? Jing yuan doesn't even bother shoo-ing them away.As if it's fun seeing his lover being bitten by vicious flying things. Though you can't deny seeing the general getting on his knee and wrapping your finger in gauze is truly a sight to hold.

[STELLERON HUNTER: BLADE]

°    Good luck because you just got the reddest red flag. Not even a red flag, he is a certified blood flag. Literally, the first time you saw him, he was covered in sticky red liquid top to bottom. The way he casually pops his clothes in the washing machine as if they aren't drenched in someone else's blood used to mortify you.

°    Emotional status is as good as a rock. Enter a circus if you think this man is humanly capable of saying cheesy words because you just turned yourself into a clown. Sorry but this man is a dry texter AND a dry talker. If you prefer words of affirmation instead of quality time, too bad. You'll have to learn not to expect affectionate words from him most of the time. But on very very verrryyyy rare days, will he silently whisper sugar coated words into your ears. Eh, at least you know he'll never look at another.

°   Say tata bye bye to every inch of personal time. He might not be a good talker but he is possessive and he is fucking good at it. Going out? He'll join you. Washing the dishes? He'll wipe them down, 4 inches away from you. Going out to put the trash? He'll tag along. He is not the kind of guy to break your legs and keep you in a cage but remember he'll demand you tell him your schedule for the next 6 months or else he'll just ignore you. To the point you feel like you don't exist to him. Don't worry, he is as needy as he is possessive. In the end, you'll find him in your arms anyways. 

°   Strong as fuck, doesn't realise he is strong as fuck. Best pray that you got strong pain resistance because this man manhandles you without realising it. Blade is strong, no denying it and he is aware of this fact. Bad thing? He is only aware of his thundering strength in battle. He doesn't even think that gripping your wrist just a little tightly (by his standards) will leave it red. It won't be long till you find him treating you like glass. 

[CAPTAIN: GEPARD]

°   Too good. Too damn good. He must be a fucking angel cause how tf can someone be as nice (and handsome) as him? He could come home tired and sleepy but will still ask if you have eaten and even warm up the food if it's already cold. Also he looks like a picked puppy while eating alone so even if you already have eaten your fill, you'll still eat a little snack beside him. So nice and loveable that he unknowingly guilt trips you.

°   First priority is his duty. Does he reassure you that you are his number one priority? Fucking liar. Nothing comes before his work. To Captain of the silvermane guards, his duty is to protect belobog citizens and sadly, you also become 'just' a belobog citizen during that time. Even worse is that he doesn't even realise that he is putting his work first.

°    Most likely to leave you out of guilt. Deep inside Geppie knows that he doesn't give you as much time as he should be as your lover. If the weight keeps adding on and he senses that you seemed out of your normal self. He'll blame himself and break off. Without any explanation.

[MERCHANT: LUOCHA]

°    The greenest red flag. Really, you don't know whether to smile or cry over the fact that you bagged him. He is too good to be true. Can cook, can clean, is handsome, has a nice voice- he has everything. If only he didn't walk around with a coffin which has something in it, much to your dismay.

°    Takes that damn coffin every fucking where. Going to a fancy restaurant? You pretend not to see the huge rectangular box, He just woke up? Oh look, there's the coffin right behind him as he comes into the kitchen. Going to sleep? Ah yes, you, your lover and the coffin he possibly likes more than you.

°   Brings you trinkets everytime he returns from a trip, every.damn.time. Nothing bad about it till your room starts to get overfilled with them. 

For the holiday event - Scaramouche and mistletoe, maybe? 😘

Great choice, dear anon! I really enjoyed working on this one, so I hope y'all will like it too. Here's Day 3 of JJ's advent calendar. :)

Day 3: Scaramouche + “mistletoe”

If Scaramouche was being honest, he knew absolutely nothing about the holiday season and the various traditions and customs people put into action each and every year. He didn’t understand why they were making such a fuss about decorating their homes and buying presents for relatives they despised anyway – or what was so special about mulled wine, hot chocolate and cookies. He also didn’t understand why you were acting so embarrassed and weird since you had run into him a couple of minutes ago. Usually, you appeared to be quite happy whenever your paths crossed but today, you avoided his gaze at all costs, focusing on everything else but him. Especially the bundle of twigs that was hanging in the doorframe, tied together with a red ribbon, seemed to catch your attention. 

“You’re acting all weird today,” Scaramouche finally said. “What is wrong?” 

For a couple of seconds, you remained silent. Then, with an awkward chuckle, you pointed at the greenery above your heads. “That’s a mistletoe,” you explained, clearly hesitant to continue when all he did was raise his eyebrows. “So, usually… the two people standing beneath them have to, um, kiss.”

“Kiss,” Scaramouche repeated in a tone like he had never heard the word before, and you felt your face heat up. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not – it’s surely not mandatory, so… we could just walk away and pretend like this never happened, or we could-“

You stopped talking when Scaramouche took a step forward, resting one of his hands on your hip while the other found its way to the back of your head, gently guiding you forward until your lips met in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

And right after breaking the kiss, he suddenly found himself craving more. So, he kissed you a second time. And a third time. And maybe, just maybe, some holiday traditions weren’t too bad, after all.  

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