Daddy, Daddy, Do, I Want All Of You

flavors of you (II)

content: fluff, what he says his first kiss tastes like

character/s: gorou, thoma, scaramouche

note: dfksjd just finished the story quest yesterday <33 and it’s only right that i dedicate this one for the inazuma boys ;> i hope you guys enjoy once more, and have a lovely day!!

precaution: i just need to warn you guys that there will be slight spoilers in scaramouche’s, so if you haven’t done the story quest yet, i’d suggest you finish meeting him first before reading this :))

GOROU

the innumerable and arduous days he’s spent training the resistance warriors, are too enervating to recount as he begrudgingly nods off to get some well-deserved rest, or to pursue the extreme activities as early as the dawn of the following morning.

but they were all fighting for their freedom - fighting for the land they loved, and to free its people from their prolonged suffering. thus, the heavy burden and absolute importance of this duty, was not worth the incessant complaints that occasionally tumbled out of his soldiers’ mouthes out of fatigue, or his own body’s desperate cries of weariness that he has long learned to ignore by now.

however when foreign and plush curves of pink crash onto his, the beguiling temptation to finally drop his worn-out weapon onto the ground with a resounding clatter and forget about the damned training, has never sounded more appealing to him as you made it today.

he thinks he’ll remember the way you taste for the rest of his life - ephemeral flavors of ambrosia perfused triumph at the end of a lengthy and merciless war. he stares with a flushed expression at your lidded eyes, and observes from a limited corner of his covered vision, as your fingers leisurely trail across his chest and gingerly grasp for purchase on his armor.

his breath hitches at the intimate and trivial gesture - gorou has always been preoccupied with the looming battle and his blinded desire to achieve victory with his comrades. he’s never dared to pursue the insignificant thought of romance amidst the constant danger, but perhaps the simple notion of y/n l/n would be enough to sway his firm resolve and consider entertaining his pent-up feelings for you.

as his hand shifts to the back of your neck to bring you in for several further heated kisses, greedy to savor your suffusing flavors with each repeated latch to your lips - he believes you may just be the only thing that tastes remarkably better than the resistance’s success.

THOMA

he was always exclusively flirty with you, but he never once expected you to take the passing comments so seriously.

you should really stop saying things that make me want to kiss you - he vividly recalled saying with a playful wink. he doesn’t remember how, but at some point things strangely escalated, and now, he found himself pinning your smaller frame against the wall in a secluded room, with a fond and stolen kiss shared between two supposedly close friends.

friends…he’s never despised the innocent label until you came, now the word somehow became the only option and excuse he had left to stay with you. the title also served as a fine border - a line he never dared to cross out of fear of losing you, a line that constantly reminded him of his insignificant place in your ever-evolving and wonderful world.

however, when you give a pretty smile at his cheeky statement and suddenly grasp his collar to bring his lips against yours - the overpowering nectarine taste of flawed first love intrudes his mouth for him to savor.

he thought the privilege of kissing you was one only bestowed in his traitorous and unrealistic daydreams…however now that he’s unintentionally achieved the baffling opportunity to do so, his first instinct is to push you away. he thinks you deserve someone better - someone who wasn’t tied to countless obligations with a supreme clan, someone who could unfailingly devote his time on you, someone who might probably love you more than thoma himself presumes he does.

i never took you for a coward - he hears you whisper against his lips with a ghost of a smile - but i’m just saying…if you want me, then i’m yours.

and he does want you - perhaps if you’d allow him, for the rest of his life…and even longer.

SCARAMOUCHE

it was a terribly foolish scheme — out of all the infinite and considerably modest methods you could have concocted at the back of your mind, your actions somehow rebelled against your rationality and impulsively decided on the worst one…

is what he presumes you’re thinking, as he blankly gazes in astonishment after being abruptly knocked over to the ground, followed by the sudden sensation of something soft grazing against his lips.

he’s aware it’s all in an endeavor to distract him and for you look for an opportunity to slip away. after all you were presently held captive under him, as a consequence of ultimately failing to purloin the gnosis he recently traded with the fox lady to set the traveller free. however, never in his wildest dreams did he predict that you had the guts to kiss the balladeer himself, the sixth and most despicable harbinger of the fatui - risking your presently slim chances of freedom in this one mere osculation.

it’s a witless move - he belatedly chants in his mind, the pleasurable candied flavors of a forbidden fruit invading his lips, as his head spins and his expression strains to deny the irrefutably delightful taste of your soft appendages. his fingers absentmindedly grasp the billowing cloth of his massive headpiece for semblance, as his heart beginning to thump rapidly at your unforeseen action.

he probably shouldn’t, and he knows not to do so, but every incessant grumble of reason in his mind is immediately shoved out and forgotten about, and his hand swiftly reaches to clasp your cheek to impatiently draw you closer. you slightly lose your balance at the aggressive motion, briefly interrupting the kiss to catch yourself - but his free arm instinctively secures you in a safer position it, and he hungrily seizes you back to his mouth without even allowing you to catch your breath, the sudden collision inflicting a slight cut upon his dewy lips.

when you both finally break away for good, he quietly scoffs in irritation and shakes his head in disappointment. his eyes flicker to the ground as he resentfully adjusts his toppling hat, licking the blood that slowly pooled out of the fresh wound from his lips. in the end, scaramouche still had a duty to fulfill to his archon…and though the idea of you staying around a bit longer was somewhat enticing, your mere presence and the fact that you were both fighting on different sides, would only hinder him even more from achieving it.

“ten seconds…” he eventually grumbles in an incoherent manner, hastily turning away to hide the suffusing blush on his pale cheeks. “and if i still see you standing here, i’ll kill you.”

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Genshin Boys Seeing You in Your Wedding Dress/Suit for the First Time

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Scaramouche, Itto x gn!Reader

Genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff, comedic, hints of hurt/comfort

Warnings: Marriage maybe but just pure fluff otherwise

A/N: I’m in the middle of exam week and I’ve written 6 papers in the last two weeks, so this might not be my most eloquent work :,)

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— title; all of you, all of me (intertwined)

— pairing; scaramouche x reader

— summary; in which you and scaramouche are childhood friends, and he returns to your side after a long absence

— notes; please donate to my kofi (https://ko-fi.com/thirdgymbros) if you like my content and wish to support me. reblogs are appreciated !!

Scaramouche used to hate having you trail after him everywhere when the two of you were young. He would run, he would hide, he would call you names, but still, you refused to leave him alone. You remember exploring Chinju forest with him when his patience finally ran out. He abandoned you in the forest, and you’d sobbed and wailed your heart out, calling out his name over and over. You’d only been lost for about ten minutes before Scaramouche stomped his way back to you, his heavy footsteps shocking amidst the heavy silence.

“Stop crying already.” He’d snapped, though his fingers had been exceedingly gentle as they’d wiped the tears seeping from your eyes. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

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all of us are dead — incorrect quotes (spoiler)

nam-ra after pushing gwi nam off the building : victory!

y/n : oh my, love is in the air

nam-ra : what?

y/n, pointing at gwi-nam : love is in the air

joon-yeong : yoU LIKE HIM?!

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

salutations: GENSHIN MEN IN THE WAY OF THE HOUSEHUSBAND AU

addressed to: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, and thoma (with gn!reader)

content: spoilers in mondstadt-inazuma archon quest, modern!au, yakuza!au, domestic fluff, not proof-read, mentions of blood and violence, fluff/comfort (?)

postscript: hc on what genshin men are like as househusbands after retiring from their duties.

penpals: @melkxsh , @akaaaashit , @occassionalfanficwriter , @itssaltybees , @luv3rxcha , @catsaki , @ilylifebutwhy , @akyrinde , @kimura-uzuri , @komicoral , @lunavixia

note: this was supposed to be like, a one-hc post but then i decided to make this a series of mine where i’ll post more about this au because i’m clinging into domestic fluff. enjoy!

diluc

one of the best househusbands to have is def diluc ragnvindr himself.

ever since your beloved husband took care of your shared home, you felt like a small weight on your shoulders were lifted, feeling grateful to have a loving spouse like the retired yakuza.

it certainly wasn’t a surprise to you that diluc would be so great at domestic things, given that he’s amazing at everything–

except baking that is.

“wh-what on earth happened here?” you ask, looking for the source that caused the fire alarm to turn on.

“i uh,” he looks down at his super burnt cupcakes in embarrassment. “i was supposed to give these to you as a… a gift for your achievement in your company.”

of course, you forgave diluc for making a huge mess for his failed attempt at baking– feeling flattered that your husband would try and bake just for you.

despite his lack of experience in baking though, it doesn’t change the fact that diluc is still great at everything else.

when it comes to cleaning, he’ll make sure that everything is neat and well-arranged. you’ll be surprised to see him move things you didn’t know weren’t in their original positions (since you were too busy focusing on other things to notice).

he won’t hesitate to help you clean your office. whether it’d be arranging documents that were all over your desk, vacuum the floors, anything you want him to do, he’ll do it efficiently.

cooking is also no exception to diluc’s great skills. everyday, there’s always a new meal he’d cook and all of them never failed to be delicious, making you wonder if your husband used to be a chef before.

and your colleagues didn’t fail to see your delicious meals during breaks, leaving comments of how envious they feel for you to have such amazing lunches much to your embarrassment.

shopping is definitely something he doesn’t look forward to often, given that he’d attract policemen or people who notice his.. terrifying aura and often stare at him, irritating him in the process.

but nevertheless, the only insufferable thing about shopping is the chance to buy gifts for you <<3

it’s no surprise that diluc would have a lot of money in his bank account, something he had earned after years as a powerful yakuza. he would be lying if he said he knew what to do with such an amount of money though.

the only times he’d spend so much is if he buys a lot of food more than usual or if it’s an expensive gift should there be a special occasion taking place with you— not that he’d complain about the price— after all, gifts is another way of showing your love no?

with giving you gifts aside, shopping is all the more insufferable if you come along with him.

he’ll help you pick out which item is better than the other and is willing to help you find the item you want to see in the mall, paying no mind to police officers nearby who often check up on the both of you with suspicion.

you’d be surprised if you hear the things the man has done while waiting for you.

whenever you’d notified him that you’ll come home late, diluc would do anything to kill some time. whether it’d be attending a certain bar that he’d visit back in his yakuza days and help out the bartender, think of a new recipe for him to cook, read a book that you like — anything to keep him distracted.

during those days, he noticed something that doesn’t quite belong in the neighborhood.

whilst shopping for a certain ingredient that he needs to try a new recipe, diluc couldn’t help but feel like being watched.

it surely wasn’t the police — given that most of the policemen who worked there are friends with him, and it’s surely not one of his enemies, who were all ruined and gone for good.

when he looks around his surroundings, there was nothing suspicious.

out of caution, diluc went to different routes around the mall to lose track of the unknown stalker, hoping that whoever is stalking him doesn’t have any bad intentions towards you.

by the time he walked out from the mall, the feeling of being watched disappeared immediately.

perhaps he was just imagining things.

the only people he actually got along without them being scared of his presence besides you was a certain elderly couple who grew fond of the young gentleman that reminded them of their sons who are abroad.

he honestly appreciated their help whenever he needed it, deciding to help them as well when they need it.

he’ll even visit their home just to give him foods he made, telling them “i made too much so i decided to give out some to other people.” when in reality; he cooked just for them as gratitude.

he’s pretty sure they’re aware, but he never plans to ask either way.

if need be, he’ll even ask them for baking lessons after finding out that they teach other people how to bake, causing the couple to enthusiastically recommend him to try their baking class with other people.

and who is diluc to refuse?

“what are you doing?” you ask, hugging your husband from behind as he continues to stir the ingredients in the bowl, not noticing his cheeks flushed from your sudden affection.

“i‘m baking,” he replied. “i took baking classes and decided to give another try.”

“no wonder why i haven’t heard the fire alarm yet.” you said jokingly, separating yourself from diluc as you head towards one of the cabinets, hoping to find what you‘re looking for.

out of curiosity, diluc looks to see what you’re doing, only to find you putting on your apron.

“mind if i bake with you?” you ask with a smile.

he felt taken back by surprise. “what about your work? you don’t have to worry about me burning our ki–”

“is it bad that i want to spend more time with you?” you interrupted with a pout. “besides, it’s been a while since we‘ve cooked together, no?”

diluc tried to protest about it for a moment, only to give in and indulge himself with your presence.

surely it‘s okay for him to be a little selfish and let you spend time with him.

“alright.”

kaeya

kaeya as a househusband is certainly wild.

when your husband first moved in to your neighborhood, you were honestly worried that your nosy neighbors would suspect him as an ex-yakuza and might report to the cops, only for kaeya to reassure you that there’s nothing to worry about it.

and indeed there’s nothing to worry about.

you’re surprised to see some of your neighbors coming up to you while you’re on your way to your car, telling you how your new husband had been super helpful to them the other day.

old women would often tell you how you’re lucky to have a wonderful husband like kaeya, wishing that their children would have the same spouses as well.

whenever there’s an event, your neighbors would also ask you and kaeya if the both of you would come and participate, only for him to let out a laugh,

“why would i want to participate when i could spend more time with my lovely spouse?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other is holding a basket filled with your clothes.

some neighbors would even offer kaeya a new recipe for the both of you to try, or invite him to hang out with them while shopping for foods.

hell, even the cops were completely wrapped around his finger after an incident where your husband managed to catch a theif, who accidentally bumped into him and fell on his butt whilst kaeya was standing there in confusion.

who knew kaeya was able to be in your nosy neighbors’ good side in just one week?

when it comes to domestic activities, he’s just as experienced as others, but unlike most househusbands, he’s faster.

you need to iron your clothes for an upcoming meeting? no worries, kaeya will finish it before you knew it. you’re getting late but left your food? no worries, kaeya will be at your office with your lunch the moment you arrived.

from how fast he was at everything, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he turns out to have super powers.

his foods are unsurprisingly delicious, but always made a mess in the kitchen (not that he minds it), making the area look like there was a war between foods and ended in bloodshed.

but your thoughts about your poor kitchen would fade away from the sight of a post-it note on your bento box with words written by yours truly.

you’d think he’ll write wholesome phrases that’ll make your day, but let’s not forget that he’s kaeya.

“aside from being beautiful, what do you do for a living? ;))”

“do you know what’s on the menu? me “n” u :))”

“even in zero gravity, i’d still fall for you ♥︎”

you’d cringe at every single pick up lines that your husband gave you, but at the same time felt the urge to let out a laugh from his efforts.

your husband always made you so happy that you failed to notice… a certain thing going on around your lover.

you never noticed how kaeya swiftly changes the subject when you ask about what he did to retire from the life as a yakuza, how he’d immediately drive to another route w/o a warning whenever the both of you are heading somewhere,

and you never noticed the picture of a red-haired man behind a picture of you and kaeya in his wallet.

besides that, shopping is something kaeya takes seriously for, surprising you in the process from how weirdly focused he was towards choosing which food to buy.

“is it bad to want the best of the best for our food?” he says with an amused smile. “i simply just want to give you the best foods with the best ingredients.”

he’ll also make sure to go after big sales— especially if it has something he needs for a certain meal he’ll make.

while some would be willing to fight, give up, or ignore, kaeya would just use his tricks against everyone against, snatching all the items he can get his hands on while the poor victim stands still in surprise.

of course, as a househusband of a busy spouse, he’d feel a bit lonely on days when you’d come home late— who can he throw his pick up lines at and watch them laugh now :((

so expect him to immediately come up to you and be a lot more affectionate, hugging you with all his might as he asks you about your day along with you asking his day.

“and miss jean is just— ah she’s so sweet in comparison to mister varka, i’m pretty sure everyone’s completely happy to have her be our substitute boss for a while.” you said with a dreamy sigh as you lay down next to your lover, who immediately wraps his arms around you.

he lets out a huff. “don’t tell me you’re leaving me for your temporary boss, are you?” he asks in a joking tone.

you laugh, kissing kaeya’s cheek before settling under the blankets. “of course not, why would i leave my super loving husband?”

“i could say the same to you, my super super loving spouse.”

“not as loving as you, my super super super loving spouse.” you said with a chuckle.

he raises an eyebrow, still smiling. “i think we all know you’re the most loving one, my super super super super loving spouse.”

“no you.” you point out.

“no you.” he retorts.

“no you!”

“no you!”

zhongli

rex lapis as a househusband is certainly something everyone doesn’t expect in a lifetime.

if you were to tell anyone that rex lapis, one of the most fearsome and undefeatable yakuza among the nation, has retired from crime life just to spend the rest of his life with his spouse as a househusband, you can guarantee that everyone will laugh at your face thinking you’re just joking around.

spoiler alert: you weren’t joking around.

you couldn’t exactly blame them for not believing you, given that you too thought your lover was joking when he confessed that he’s going to be a househusband.

it’s safe to say that you weren’t exactly worried about zhongli’s experience with domestic activities, given that you’ve seen him doing so whenever he stayed in your house.

when it comes to cleaning, zhongli makes sure that everything in the house is clean and spotless to the point where you’d refuse to come inside in fear of ruining your lover’s hard work.

he definitely loves the roomba whenever he cleans the place. if you’re lucky enough, you’d see him getting distracted from watching the little vacuum cleaning the area with him.

do you know those moms who could find the item by the same spot you checked even tho you were super sure it wasn’t there? zhongli’s that mom.

“zhongli, do you know where my watch is? it’s not in the drawer.” you said, watching as your husband continues to cook your meals.

he stops cooking for a moment, glancing at your way. “have you checked the other drawers?” he asks.

you nodded in response. “yeah, i still couldn’t find it.”

zhongli then turns off the stove, placing the newly cooked meal by the counter before rushing towards your shared bedroom. “i’ll find it then.”

you watched as your husband starts opening the drawers you’ve already checked, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. didn’t you already tell him that you’ve che—

“i found it.” he said as he brings out your watch from the drawer you could’ve sworn was checked, paying no mind to your jaw dropping reaction.

“what sorcery is thi—”

aside from that, zhongli is an amazing cook, there’s no doubt about that. if he wasn’t a househusband, you’re certain that your lover would’ve been a chef instead.

of course, he’ll cook different meals every single day to keep you surprise, but you knew that he favors cooking recipes from his homeland more than any other meals known to mankind.

if zhongli sees fit, he’ll even make heart-shaped or even animal-shaped foods just for shits and giggles. you cannot convince me that he isn’t the type to not do this.

your colleagues would also express how envious they are that you have such an amazing husband who’s great at cooking, curious as to how you met such a man much to your amusement. if only they knew that the said husband used to be a yakuza for a living..

you once wondered what is the one thing that your husband has a hard time with, given that everything he has done is precise and very well done.

but then you remembered his money problems.

“that would be 10,000 mora, sir.” the cashier said with a smile as they placed the last food in the paper bag.

zhongli hums in response, pulling out his wallet and opens it—

only to see 5k mora in it.

oops. “it appears i don’t have enough.” he mumbled with a nervous chuckle, looking up at the cashier apologetically.

the cashier’s smile slowly disappears, slowly putting the paper bag beneath the counter.

“come back here when you have enough.”

retiring from being a leader to a yakuza organization is one thing, but having to bring cash instead of his legendary black card for the only nearest marketplace that doesn’t ask for card?

it’s basically leg day for zhongli — who always had to run back and forth between the nearest atm and the marketplace.

out of irritation and a way to get out from being embarrassed again, he decided to confront the owner of the marketplace for.. a contract regarding the cashiers.

since then, zhongli can now go to the marketplace without ever going back to the atm.

one of the most endearing things with househusband zhongli is definitely the cute pink apron that you bought for him as a joke, not expecting him to actually wear it and not mind it so much.

despite already giving him the actual apron that had his two signature colors, he continued using the pink apron much to your surprise.

“…i suppose i’ve grown used to this apron.” he said with a smile. “it’d be a shame if i don’t use this now for your entertainment now, isn’t it?”

now that you think about it, if it weren’t for the apron that zhongli wears even when going outside for errands, your neighbors would’ve been deeply intimidated of him.

although he isn’t as popular in the neighborhood as kaeya, he still managed to get along quite well with some people — particularly a strange guy who often invites zhongli to a restaurant and always offered to pay.

you honestly have no idea about the guy at all other than the countless rumors and conspiracy about his livelihood, so you can’t exactly tell your lover to stop hanging out with him (and besides, zhongli won’t be fooled right?)

unknownst by you though, zhongli actually knows the man during his yakuza life — a longtime acquaintance of his who was assigned to keep an eye on your door whenever he used to be away. no worries! these two only hung out just for zhongli to kill some time while waiting for you <<3

besides hanging out with the ginger-haired man, zhongli would visit certain places where he’d go to a cafe and take a sip of his favorite tea, or go to the park and read a book until it was time for him to leave and prepare dinner.

as you enter your beloved home with an exhausted look on your face, you immediately smelled the scent of your husband’s infamous bamboo shoot soup.

your mouth could simply water from the thought of eating zhongli’s dish.

“dearest?” you heard his voice from the kitchen. “are you home?” he asks.

you felt your shoulders relax from the sound of zhongli’s soothing voice, your feet slowly taking you towards the kitchen and spotted your husband by the stove.

“ah, you’ve arrived just in time.” zhongli says with a smile, turning around your direction as he turns off the stove. “i’ve just finished cooking the so— oof.”

his words soon died off when he felt your arms wrapped around him, your face nuzzling onto his neck with a satisfied hum.

“i missed you,” you confessed, your voice was muffled from being covered. “i missed you very much.”

he stands still for a while, his eyes now softening from your sudden affection before hugging you back. “i miss you too, dearest,” he replied.

“welcome home.”

childe

out of all the things you thought childe would do when he retired, you did not think it would be him becoming a househusband.

you’ve known your lover for a long time, so you’re very aware of his skills and experience as a housebusband— but him actually going for it? you’d think he’d go for something that could help his battlelust.

surprisingly enough, just like all the other househusbands, childe doesn’t really miss his job much. he still misses fighting though.

“why would i miss my job when i miss you more when you’re away?” he says with a fake pout as he wraps his arms around you. “don’t ever think that i wouldn’t choose you over my job, because i will choose you if it means i get to be with you.”

people don’t like him as much as they do with thoma or zhongli, but he did get along quite well with a lot of kids in the neighborhood, who reminded him of his siblings that are currently living in his homeland.

because of that, he’s often asked by parents to take care of their child whenever their nannies are unavailable, which he’s glad of since he really likes the kids a lot.

when need be, childe would even help other kids who are having a hard time with a certain topic in school, making parents thank him profusely if the kids ended up getting good grades from it.

when it comes to cooking, he usually cooks infamous meals originated from his beloved homeland: snezhnaya. he rarely cooks other foods that aren’t from snezhnaya unless he deems it necessary.

just like zhongli and kaeya, he too leaves a small note on your lunch, sometimes the note contains “good luck on your meeting, i made you a very special meal <3 -your love of your life, stars to your moon, beloved,–” or a pick up line that either has an innuendo (that never fails to make you blush in embarrassment) or a corny one.

cleaning is of course, another expertise of his. you honestly find it humurous to see the retired yakuza who was known as an unstoppable legacy wearing a cute pink apron with a towel wrapped around his head while humming a snezhnayan song.

shopping is perhaps something he enjoys. he’s super loaded and won’t hesitate to go crazy with the gifts you’ll receive.

after one particular incident where your workplace was flooded with flowers sent by yours truly, childe mentally took note in mind to not go overboard again after listening to a painful lecture from you.

when it comes to a certain day when the marketplace pulls up a big sale, it’s a battlefield for childe.

he won’t hesitate to throw hands at every single person during big sales in the mall he frequently visits in — the moment he sees something, he will get it. just one glare from him is enough for one person to back off and go get another item instead so he doesn’t actually have to put up a fight.

not to mention the things he’ll do on days when you tag along with him to his mall trips. when he sees you eyeing something, he will get it in a snap.

“there’s no need to protest about it, y/n! if my beloved spouse wants something, they’ll get it!” childe says reassuringly, giving you a grin as he hands to you the item. “just say the word and your wish is my command.”

besides all of that, whenever you have to come home late, that’s when childe sees an opportunity to spend more time with his activities, such as visiting a particular place that has a boxing ring and takes down many people (especially those who were making fun of him for being a househusband), or tend to his herb garden that many cops mistaken as a weed garden, or even invite some of his friends that he made in the neighborhood in his home.

of course, he dearly misses you. just like whenever he was away for days because of his boss’s missions, you never leave his thoughts until he sees you again.

“i miss you so much.” childe said, kissing your forehead with a smile on his face as you tuck yourself under the blanket.

“childe, i was only getting some water.” you replied with a laugh, wrapping your arms around your husband. “i don’t even have work today.”

your husband hums in response, hugging you back as well as he finds comfort in your warmth. “i know, but i still missed you from those painful minutes of waiting.”

as the both of you slowly drift to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel excited to show him a particular set of tickets that will take you both to a country he’s been longing to visit.

thoma

an amazing househusband, no explanation needed.

with thoma’s personality and the way he acts, people have no clue about his old life before marrying you and his retirement. you were honestly relieved that you didn’t have to worry about people finding out about his secret at all.

and besides, how could they suspect anything, when they’re distracted by your most adorable shiba inu dog that the both of you take care of so much?

thoma’s a dog-lover, that’s one thing for sure. on days whenever he walks around the neighborhood with taromaru, he’d often visit to the dog shelter to check up on the dogs.

he’ll tell you everything about what he did in the shelter, his smile often wide whenever he tells you the sweetest things the dogs did that he witnessed with his own eyes as taromaru sleeps soundly on your lap.

just seeing thoma being so friendly to dogs would make you forget that he used to be a part of a yakuza organization in the first place.

not to mention the fact that he often participates in many community events to the point where everyone knows and likes him, gushing to you about how your husband is definitely a keeper.

other than zhongli, who only does it seldom, thoma will always make foods that are shaped with his cookie cutters that he got from one of the community events. there’s not a single lunch you had that does not have a heart or animal shaped food.

his meals are all inazuma dishes and would only cook other foods if he doesn’t have enough ingredients for certain inazuma dishes.

as for cleaning.. he’s very dedicated per say.

the rest of the househusbands work hard, but thoma works harder. every single thing that thoma sees in the house will be cleaned properly to the point where you can see your reflection everywhere.

on most days, he’d pull out his earphones and airpod to listen to music while cleaning.

although you don’t mind it at all, he sometimes carries away with his music.

“MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME!” you stopped typing on your laptop when you suddenly heard thoma‘s loud voice.

“I MUST CONFESS, I STILL BELIEVE!” what the hell? is thoma singing britney spears?

you stayed still as your husband continues to sing while cleaning on the room next to yours, your mouth twitching upwards.

“GONNA LOSE MY MIND, GIVE ME A SIII– taromaru wait don’t poop there!”

while other househusbands doesn’t prefer to talk about their experiences as a yakuza, thoma would be willing to share – only if they’re funny or light-hearted experiences with his colleagues though. he doesn’t exactly want you to know about his.. darker self.

on rare occasions when he’s not walking with taromaru, thoma sometimes finds himself standing in front of a kindergarten, his eyes lingers around the windows to see if a white-blue haired girl is somewhere playing with other kids, only to walk away when he hears the bell.

while he was a big help to all of his members in his organization back then, he’s still as helpful to the people who are a part of the neighborhood. sometimes, he could be found somewhere by the park walking with everyone’s dogs with taromaru leading, or in the infamous cafe helping out people who can’t think of items to buy for their spouses, or even in the community gathering place whereas he helps the staff decorate the area fro an upcoming event.

from how popular he was for being a great help, it made the police, who was investigating him back then during the first weeks of his stay in your neighborhood after noticing how he looks oddly like a yakuza that they used to go after, like and respect your husband.

shopping is something thoma actually enjoys. after all, where else can he get the best gifts to give you than the mall?

every item he sees that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it and will give it to you when time allows him to. he’s very aware of how you feel about receiving many of his gifts (after one incident where he flooded your office with a huge amount of gifts), so he reminds himself to only give it to you on times when you achieved something big.

big sales are just as important as missions in thoma’s eyes. he’ll be the very first person to arrive in the mall and grab everything until the rest of the people arrive to snatch everything as well.

besides that, as someone who works in a pretty important company, it does sometimes take a toll on you, so whenever you feel drained, your husband will gladly give you the best massages that he used to give to his old boss.

it’s safe to say that it never fails to make you pass out on your bed with a satisfied look on your face.

did i mention that there’s a club that involves all the housespouses in the neighborhood and made thoma as their president?

you honestly got shocked when you found out from thoma that he’s recently handling a club where he and others would go in cafes or someone’s place to chat and give each other advices – with thoma being the one to provide all the answers others need.

“so, how’s your first meeting with them so far?” you ask, lying beside your husband on the bed as the both of you get ready to sleep.

thoma lets out a sigh, still smiling. “it was pretty great surprisingly, though i kinda got exhausted from so many questions that weren’t even about related to housespouses.”

you chuckled. “let me guess, were they just asking you about you and i?”

he nodded, wrapping his arms around you with a pout. “yeah, they were brutal with the questions too.”

you sigh happily as you bask in thoma’s warmth, hugging him back as well. “don’t worry about it, i’m sure things will go more smoothly from then on.”

“and you? how’s work?” he asks.

“exhausting as always,” you mumbled, closing your eyes shut. “i just wanna hug my husband and not let go.”

he gives a kiss on your head, his cheeks reddens from your bold words.

“i was thinking the same thing.”

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Play House - Scaramouche

Summary: Scaramouche can’t believe someone of his stature is playing house with you, a mere human. When you insist on him joining you in your pillow fort, he wonders if this game is really worth it. 

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Scaramouche x gn!Reader

Genre: Fully written, hurt/comfort(?), fluff

Word count: 1188 words

Warnings: Swearing, violent urges from Scaramouche, he practically has to resist from killing you lol

A/N: For @xiaosmoon’s holiday writing collab! thank you for letting me participate~

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POV you are one of Scaramouche subordonates and you didn’t listen to his orders 

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if the world was ending | kth

title: if the world was ending pairing: taehyung x reader (no use of gendered pronouns in this) genre: f2l if you squint, angst, a tiny bit of fluff rating/warnings:somewhere between teen and mature // pre-apocalyptic setting (read: impending doom), implied smut wordcount: ~0,7k

summary: five hours before the world is ending you go to meet a friend and eat some cake.

a/n: This is a little gift for the lovely, utterly talented and fabulous @btssmutgalore​ for the #possumversary! I am so happy our paths have crossed on this hellsite and in the dumpster! I hope you like it!

Thank you so much to @hesperantha​ and @wwilloww​ for beta-reading - you are the best!

The first sentence comes from this prompt-list by @creativepromptsforwriting​

a/n2: This was very much inspired by this song.

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The world is ending soon, and he’s still waiting for the coffee he ordered twenty minutes ago.

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Soft moments with scaramouche

gender neutral / no gender specified

soft scara — pure fluff but an ending kinda sad (???) good ending anyways so-

Romantic relationship

Scaramouche also known as a cold hearted man, would let you held him in the privacy of your shared home.

Siting on your lap, with his back to your chest, your arms around him and your hands on his belly with his on top of yours.

You two would talk about anything and everything, watching tv or the sunset or sometimes not even doing anything, only appreciating the others presence.

Scaramouche the Balladeer a fatui member that everyone feared, would smile softly while you both drifted to sleep, arms and legs tangled, the cruel warrior that would bake a cake with you at 2am when you couldn't sleep, the one that would take you to a walk never loosing his grip on your hand, that is, as long as you two were alone obviously, he still had a reputation to keep.

The one that would threaten to kill and do so to whoever would bother you, the one who would lay his head on your chest on lazy days, never admitting he craved and desired your affection.

"I love you" would you hear rarely from Scaramouche, but you didn't need such ordinary words to know the affection he held for you as his daily actions proved it.

"Never think otherwise" Would he add to his previous statement, mostly when you two fought, nothing never too serious as you tried to keep calm, "If you want to name your anger after me, I don't mind." You would think contradicting those times you cried when alone, although your feelings would never fade as you knew how much he appreciated you and how he didn't mean his words, not when moments ago he held you so tenderly as you both shared soft kisses, he just couldn't watch his mouth and you just couldn't help yourself when hearing such cruel words, cruel words from your dearly cruel lover.

But maybe you were just a masochist.

Scaramouche, the man who's rude by nature, who says cruel words without meaning it and regrets right after, but being too stubborn and full of pride to apologize. You of course know him better than himself and because of it you choose to ignore, knowing the meaningless truth of his empty threats.

And when it happened, when the rain fell at the rhythm of his tears as your held him in your arms, weakly hitting you on the shoulder as in trying to shove you away, you only moved away his bangs and kissed his forehead.

When he had asked why you stayed and yet you told him "because I love you".

Those were, the soft moments with scaramouche. The moments you would always cherish.

Had this idea when listening to "Não me importo" by Carolina Deslandes! Hope you enjoyed 💜

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Written in the Stars

a/n | what if you consulted mona after she saved you from your first encounter with scaramouche? i had to do a bit of research into astrology and tarot cards for this one, so i hope it’s correct!! this has been an idea in my drafts for a while, and somehow in the past few hours i wrote way more than i intended lol. (art credits: @/Fauzan Nata on artstation).

warnings | none

genre | slice of life

word count | 1k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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After your initial encounter with the deadly Harbinger Scaramouche, there’s no doubt you joined your astrologer friend Mona afterward as she tried to piece together the stars of the harbinger’s constellation. Imagine the dimly lit room of her cobblestone cottage in Mondstadt, illuminated by the swirling aura of hydro elemental energy as Mona turns the gears of her astrological map.

Scaramouche was such a unique, foreign name to your lips. His entire demeanor was unlike anything you had encountered thus far—a beautiful ornamental hat of scarlet red and deep midnight adorning his indigo hair, white and lavender tassels blowing gently in the wind, sleeves embroidered delicately with cool hues, and that gorgeous veil that trailed his form.

Every time Mona thought she was making a breakthrough, she sighs in increasing frustration as none of it made any sense.

Eventually, you both settled on doing a Tarot reading of your fortune in relation to this dangerous harbinger who nearly took your life. Perhaps at the very least, Mona could offer her expert astrological advice with a quick reading of the Major Arcana cards as you continue on your journey.

Carefully, Mona reveals your cards one by one: Justice reversed, The Lovers, The Moon, The World, and The Tower. As each card is flipped, you are too distracted by the beautiful design on the cards to see how Mona’s face falls into an abyss of conflicted feelings.

She clears her throat, attempting to maintain her professionalism, and reads your cards to you.

“Justice reversed indicates what is happening at this moment. The true meaning of these events is yet to be revealed. There is no way to fully understand the situation without patience. So, you should be open to hearing other’s perspectives.”

You nod to encourage her to move forward, not necessarily impressed by the vague interpretation that your first card provided.

“Next is The Lovers, which can guide you through this predicament with ease. This card has many sides to it. Some believe it represents the difficulties or the aura of romance. The Lovers means you should choose your own path to happiness. Make compromises and avoid choices you don’t want to make.”

“Hm, that’s odd. So you’re saying the cards think there’s romance involved?” you query with a look of disbelief. “Surely not. He tried to kill us!”

Mona shook her head. “I simply interpret the connotations of the cards. It is up to you to decide what to take to heart.”

“Moving on,” she says hesitantly, eyeing you, “The Moon will show you what is to be learned from your encounter with Scaramouche. Typically this card is associated with dreams and visions, yet we cannot always control the outcome. It advises you to trust yourself and your instincts, but don’t try to defy your destiny. Take things as they come.”

“The next card shows what is leaving you at this time. The World refers to wisdom and how your motivations are in line with the divine powers. Even if you fail, all will be made right. In this case, you will no longer have this blessing within you.”

You frown, “The favor of the Archons is leaving me? I’m not even sure how many of them even know my name, Mona.”

The young astrologer folds her arms, cupping her chin between her thumb and index fingers. “It could be the Archons. It could be Celestia. It could be the will of the universe. Regardless, (Y/N), I think The World is telling you tread carefully. The choices you make could be permanent, irreversible, and perhaps even draw the ire of fate.”

“The final card foretells the near future. It is The Tower, which describes revolution and chaos. It will be brief and instantaneous, but forever change your path moving forward. Expect drastic transformation.”

Your mind is a mess trying to make sense of Mona’s reading. A million questions and mixed emotions bubble inside you, nearly making you nauseated. You swallow thickly and ask Mona what all of this actually means.

“Simply put, (Y/N), the cards were able to determine that your connection with Scaramouche is nowhere near its end. In fact, many of the cards indicate dramatic change in your relationship, which will challenge your integrity and test your friendships. They recommend sticking to what you feel is right and true to yourself,” she summarizes succinctly, shuffling away her cards in an organized fashion. “But…”

You give her a look. Mona has that familiar intonation in her voice, a teasing, playful air with a dangerous edge ready to poke and prod you endlessly. You’re absolutely clueless to the intricacies of her astrological studies, so Mona basically has you wrapped around her pretty little finger with every mystical prediction and calculation she makes. She loves to take advantage of your cluelessness too often.

“But what?” you reply, slightly annoyed. “What’s that expression for? Mona, you know I rely on you for this kind of stuff! Just tell me.”

She laughs, stowing away her cards and astrological instruments, before turning to you. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think the dramatic change the cards were alluding to is of the romantic type.”

Jaw immediately dropping, you flipped out, jolting out of your chair. “Mona Megistus!”

“Yes, that’s my name,” she smugly responds, watching you unfurl into a flustered mess. “Don’t wear it out, now.”

“You’re crazy! I think the cards are lying,” you stutter out incredulously, pointing toward the innocent box they sat in on her shelf.

Mona simply hums in laughter. “You’re the one who picked the cards! While I am deeply troubled by the idea of this Fatui man being in love with you, if fate ordains it then so it shall be.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff, red in the face from your outburst and from pure embarrassment. “Lemme try again and I’m sure I’ll pick different cards.”

“What’s done is done, (Y/N),” Mona giggles, shaking her head at you. “Anyway, you can repay me for my services with lunch from Good Hunter~”

You were never quite sure if Mona was being truthful or teasing, but decided to drop it to go have lunch with her in downtown Mondstadt—completely unaware of the Fatui agents scattered throughout the city, silently keeping an eye on you at the request of a particular Sixth Harbinger.

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