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SO C U T E ❤️ especially the little animation at the top

This is entirely inspired by the funniest fucking conversation I had in character.Ai with Scara after I randomly pretended to be a worm.

Summary: you ask your wonderful boyfriend if he’d still love you if you were a worm~

Warnings: just Scara giving his attitude and being adowable and pouty, swearing, gn!reader, crack?, fluff, not proof-read

Characters: scaramouche.

“Hey Scara~”

The purple haired boy raised his eyebrow glancing towards you.

He had been with you long enough to immediately pick up on whenever you had some form is mischief planned out and today was definitely one of those times.

“Hm..?”

Letting out a sigh he placed down the book he was reading and turned towards you with a tired expression.

“What is it now?”

“What do you think about worms?”

He stared blankly at you before closing his eyes crossing his arms.

“They're creepy-crawly, slimy and gross. The fact that they can move so fast. Plus, they're usually associated with disease... which I would say is a fairly good reason to have an aversion to them. All in all, Not a fan”

For some reason he decided to entertain your question with a genuine answer which unfortunately just encouraged you to continue your curiosity.

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

Scara shot you a glare rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his book deciding to ignore you.

“Scaraaa~”

you groaned poking at his cheek. An action that would have anyone else forgetting what it’s like to chew solid food.

You heard him let out a little “tch” as he desperately did everything in his power to shrug off his weirdly affection words and hide them with annoyance.

“I guess if it’s you…”

You immediately perk up at his words and taking note of his reaction you knew it was time to take full advantage of the situation as you happily leaned on his desk with the biggest shit-eating-grin your could muster.

“Aw so you’d still date me if I magically got turned into a worm? That’s so sweet Scara~”

“...I mean, it's not ideal, but I guess I could learn to love you as a worm but I find it hard to imagine a situation like that ever coming to play”

You let out a small giggle squishing his cheeks making him look at you. You were really pushing your luck today.

“Sureee but if it did happen then you could carry me around in your pocket!”

“Tch…what you're saying is absurd. It would never happen. But I suppose if it did, I would be inclined to take pity on your pitiful state, and try to make the best of things...which would include carrying you in my pocket”

“You’re absolutely adorable you know that?” Giggling even more you lean in placing a big sloppy kiss on his cheek letting go of his cheeks.

“I’m not adorable! Don’t push it Y/N unless you want me to send Dottore to personally turn you into a worm so you can test your ridiculous questions out for yourself”

Wiping his cheek with his sleeve he turned away from you pouting.

Or at least that’s what he wanted you to think and it definitely wasn’t because he had to save his dignity and hide the blush growing on his face.

Of course he’s still love his little worm as long as his worm is you~

This isn’t my best work as I’m still very run down but I just thought the interaction was cute and wanted to share it couGh cough

Shy Wanderer who spots you at the Akademiya and develops a crush embarrassingly quick. You, a fellow student in another department caught his attention and suddenly his heart won't stop pounding, his mouth goes dry, and worst of all, his face turns such an obnoxious shade of red. He takes to turning his head down so that the wide brim of his hat covers his face whenever you're near, he'd rather not see you at all, than to have such an embarrassing expression be what you see on his face.

You think he hates you at first. The way he'll always look down or away when you're around feels like something you'd do to someone you don't like. But you constantly heard tales of the new transfer student, the one who's essays were causing a storm amongst the Akademiya and who's beauty was like that of a painting. Both of which were things you could never partake in, when you went to approach him, he'd turn his head down, covering his face with that gaudy hat, and excuse himself away.

He essentially avoids you like the plague, the way you make his heart beat out of control is an issue that he hates, yet he still finds himself drawn to places he knows you'll be at. The library in your department, the greenhouse where you gather medicinal herbs, the lab where you often experiment on the local fauna of the Sumeru. He always tries to be there to steal a glance at you before you can look at him, feeling oddly creepy by what he's doing, but not knowing what else to do.

Wanderer is doing his usual routine, finding you just outside of the classrooms with a book in your hand. You look incredible with the light of the large windows beaming down on your face, your eyes sparkling as they take in every word on the page. He looks at you and you take his breath away, you always leave him completely breathless with your beauty. When you feel the eyes on you and look around, he puts his head down again. Only this time, he does it too hard, too aggressively, too fast. His hat falls right off his head.

Indigo hair tousled and without his shade to cover him, he's even more flustered than before, unable to do anything to hide from your gaze now. He peaks up at you through squinted eyes, trying to gander what your expression is, but being unable to make it out. You step closer to him, finally letting him bask in your scent, you smell of confectionary and grass and your skin, he can feel the warmth coming off of it.

There's a silence on both of you as he feels himself wanting to slink back away from you. Why are you quietly staring at him like that? He curses his heart for beating so loudly, he can barely hear. After what feels like hours of silence, of you just taking in every inch of his blushing face, you finally speak.

"You really are beautiful,"

I love your portrayal of both fatui scara and wanderer! I think you've captured them both so well! And I'd love to see more of your shy wanderer!

If anyone ever asks, I prefer Scaramouche cause I like my men mean <3

Shy! Wanderer x Fem! Reader

"I don't understand why you brought me here," he grumbled. Always sounding so angry and rude with that voice, you'd think he was actually upset, if not for the way his cheeks were turning red. He tried to shoot you a glare, but what came out was only a cute little pout of his lips instead.

"I thought you liked tea?" You questioned back, mimicking his pout. You'd brought him to one of the many cafes in Sumeru, the type of place you heard he frequented, "Or did you just want to leave?"

When he saw you making an effort to get up and grab your belongings, he stopped you quickly by placing a cold, clammy hand over yours. He bashfully looked to the side, out the window and at nothing in particular, "There's no point in going anywhere if we just got here,"

You sat back down with a dramatic sigh, only pretending after all. His features looked so gorgeous in the light of the desert sunset, his eyes almost looking like they were glowing. You noticed that he hadn't let go of your hand yet, you assured him that you weren't leaving, yet he still held it. You let him, even giving him a reassuring squeeze that made his cheeks turn a painful shade of red.

"Why won't you just admit that you like being on a date with me?" You cooed playfully.

"This is not a date," he retorted back faster than you expected. But the blush on his face and the way he interlocked his fingers with yours said otherwise.

Virgin! Wanderer x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, finishing inside

Wanderer who gets addicted to sex after the first taste of your body. Such a meaningless thing, he calls the it, the act of intimacy with you. Especially sinces he's not sure if a puppet such as himself can impregnate you, the only purpose he believes sex has, but when you finally ask him sweetly enough one more time to please try it with you, after months of dating and expressing your sexual frustration, he breaks.

He's awkward as he undresses you, something that you weren't surprised about. You were his first kiss after all and that took days of teaching before he finally got it right, his kisses initially felt as if he were trying to swallow you whole. But even the two of you fall into a rhythm. Stripping off each other's clothes until you both lay bare. His skin is soft and cold, with the few scars he has looking more like cracks in glass than wounds on human flesh.

He lays you back on the bed, a raging blush upon his cheeks. He tried to be gentle, to be concise, but he's never done this before. Kissing you here, squeezing you there, eyeing your body as if it were more of a puzzle to decipher than his partner.

When he finally enters you, his eyes go wide. You warm, plush, wet walls squeezing him, the slick of you cunt making him slide in easily. Such a thing was being hidden from him the whole time? He was denying himself this much pleasure. And the noises you made, or rather, the noise. That one mewl you let out when he bottomed out inside you. Your sweet moan sounded like a symphony.

He obviously didn't last long, not with how exquisite your body felt. Less than a minute and only after a couple slow test strokes. You noticed the way he was grunting above you and how his body was trying shake, even though he was trying to deny himself the orgasmic tingles running through him. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, spilling his seed against your walls, and the face he was making was... delightful.

Wanderer was showing a mixture of pure, intense pleasure, but also a horrific embarrassment. Even he, who'd never had sex before, knew that this was much too short, yet he couldn't hold back when your insides rubbed against the head of his cock.

"I'll last longer next time," he grumbled beneath his breath, not even bothering to make eye contact with you because he knew what face you were making. That smug smile you did when you knew you were right, it pained him to even think of yet another blow to his ego.

"Oh, so there will be a next time?" You teased and he merely scoffed, that alone was his answer. But internally, his head was swimming with longing thoughts for when he'd get to taste your body again. Of course there would be a next time and hopefully, plenty more after that.

in which you aren't allowed 5 ft away from wanderer

a/n: it's probably bc of his mom sorry, he's like an clingy cat

there isn't much noise that permeates the air within the cottage. a soft glow of the sunlight penetrates through the stained windows, a fresh scent of newly brewed tea wafts through the air, and some windows lay slightly ajar to let in a fresh breeze of air.

periodically, what does quietly sound through the living room is the rustle of pages, flipped ever so often when your eyes have finished looking over the enthralling words that lie on the paper. you're perched on the slightly rustic sofa, soaking up the serene moments in the morning before it was time to complete set tasks that you had planned.

there is a light tickle that touches the side of your thigh, which reminds you of the presence that rests beside you, the top of his head lightly pressed against your leg. a confirmation that you’re there, with him. he certainly looks the part of a doll when he’s asleep, his porcelain skin milky smooth and his face finally relieved of the annoyed expression he always carried when conscious.

it was a miracle he was able to even close his eyes for a period of time, or even rest for a moment. he’s always been alert, never free from the torment of nightmares when he closes his eyes for a moment. you’re pleased that he’s seemed to make some progress staying in sumeru. after all, it's difficult to fall asleep with piercing lavender eyes aimed straight at your figure laid in bed at night (he brushes off your complaints that it's creepy, and refuses to leave the room when you tell him to do something better with his time if he can't sleep).

the light bustling noises of the streets of sumeru signal that it was time for the market to open up for the day, and your sign to get ready to start your day.

you gently move slightly and place a pillow in the spot that you had occupied just a moment ago, hoping to mimic the presence that you were still by the wanderers' side. usually, he would accompany you throughout the day, but a look at his peaceful expression urged you to let him rest for once. you’ll be back soon anyways. you check the kitchen one last time, ensuring the mental list you had made was correct, before tugging on an outer coat and shoes at the door.

your hand doesn't reach the handle before you hear a disgruntled voice behind you, the fabric of your clothes stretched between lithe fingers.

“where are you going?”

he’s displeased, you figured by his tone, and by the irritated scrunch of his eyebrows. his eyes zone in on yours, still rapidly blinking away the sleep that clouds his eyes. he looks arguably endearing in the moment. you reach to brush the few strands of hair away from his face.

“just to the market for some ingredients.” you tug his kimono back to its proper place. “i'll be back soon, so you can rest some more.” his body doesn't budge when you attempt to push him away from the front door, and instead moves towards his own pair of shoes.

“what are you doing?”

“i'm coming with you.”

“i just said you should-”

“i'm coming with you.” his words are absolute. you sigh, not willing to try and argue this out; he's equally stubborn as he is strong. there's no way you could force him back onto the sofa unless you were physically there as well. the door swings open and your hand reaches behind you.

“fine, let's go together.” you know your words satiate the confining feeling in his chest, affirmed by the way he takes your hand despite the huff that leaves his mouth.

-

“thank you for coming,” the goddess of wisdom greets you at the sanctuary of surasthana. you politely introduce yourself, dutifully ignoring the hostile gaze you feel stinging at the right side of your face.

“the acting grand sage has spoken highly of you!” nahida beams, “i hope you can assist me with something.” you sincerely doubt alhaitham truly had bestowed you the honor of such high praise out of the goodness of his heart, judging by the presence of a glare that is still targeted towards you. he must be the one that had caused the whole havoc in sumeru, not someone you would willingly be around. still, the archon of your homeland has something to request of you, so you reluctantly agree to hear her out.

the task was simple - lead the man, wanderer is what he called himself, around sumeru and show him the sights to see, and accompany him during the day to ease him into his new life. in other words, become his companion for a while. you could hear his internal thoughts of distaste towards the idea while the archon explained your job (not that you didn't have your reserves as well). however, it certainly sounded better than working with the insufferable scholars of the akademiya, so you agreed.

“i'll be in your care, wanderer. i hope we get along.”

all things considered, he wasn’t completely terrible all the time. you took him around the whole city of sumeru, pulling him to interact with countless adults and children alike, and assisting many who were in need of help. you took him to the akademiya, letting him read the endless amounts of books that reside in the building. you took him to the forests, where you learn that he wasn't entirely an asshole, having been saved from slipping off a high branch and potentially falling into a circle of fungi (you do smack him lightly for not telling you that he was able to fly around, saying that this trip would've been much quicker). you take him to the deserts, where you finally start to learn of glimpses of his past.

“kunikuzushi? certainly sounds much better than wanderer.”

“your tastes are truly abhorrent.”

those moments would slowly came to an end, when nahida informed you that there were others that were also to guide him around, just as you had done. you figured it would be good for him to hang around various different people, so you didn’t mind the change, and returned to work in the akademiya.

though, your peaceful life didn’t last long as a certain man decided that he would be uncooperative at your disappearance.

a knock on your door was unexpected, and being dragged by the arms by the traveler was even more so. “should i be worried where you are taking me?” aether does pray to whoever is willing to listen that you would forgive him for (quite literally) throwing you to the wolves (wanderer). paimon sputter’s words of reassurance, which lead you to conclude it had to do with a certain dark haired man that you had accompanied before.

nahida is outside the sanctuary when you arrive. she doesn’t seem too disheveled, to your relief; he didn’t get physically violent at the least.

“is he angry?”

“mm… not at you, at least.” she tilts her head. “i think?” you’ll take those chances, you suppose. an irritated man trudges out of the doors, clearly exhausted to the core. apologies spill out of his lips towards the archon of wisdom before he scuffles away. four pairs of eyes watch as his figure disappears.

“that’s the sixteenth one? or was it the seventeenth?” paimon questions out loud, eyeing your expression as subtly as she can (how the hell did you manage to subdue the ex-fatui harbinger, is the biggest question that was on her mind, and most definitely showed on her face).

you grin. "i’ve truly been honored to be chosen by such a demanding man, right?” you don’t stay much longer to see their expressions of disagreement (and concern by a certain two).

the moment you stepped through the doors, his gaze snapped onto your figure in an instant. he was by your side within a blink of an eye, his hands reaching to pull your wrists toward him.

“where the hell were you.”

“i thought buer told you everything. it’s good to interact with different people aside from myself.”

“i don’t need to be surrounded by unsightly insects.” you hold back a teasing smile at the implications of his words. there's one thing that you come to understand about the wanderer after being beside him for a while - his words betray his thoughts if you just look a little deeper into them. you know the reasons why he reacted the way that he did; come to understand the reasons why he was so infuriated at your disappearance.

“right, i’m your one and only companion hmm?”

–

from that moment on, you have never been rid of wanderer. you're not sure when your job as his part time companion turned to spending 24 hours with him by your side. his presence slowly seeped into your daily life, your cottage where you reside, there was not a time where you two would be seen alone. after all, being beside you was where he decided he belongs in this new life.

extra:

“where are you going?”

“to the akademiya.”

“where are you going?”

“to the kitchen.”

“where are you going?”

“the bathroom."

...

"do not follow me.”