"𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"; A collection of oneshots where your favourite Genshin characters fall for you. ~ ~ ~
! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 !
-fluff
-angst
-lgbtq ships
-sfw ONLY
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"i love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit i do."
-training wheels, melanie martinez
‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - - - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ pansies' meaning are claimed to be "loving thoughts", which makes it a perfect "get well soon" flower. sick!scaramouche x reader; fluff requested by @atshukoe
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A small sneeze rang out throughout the harbinger's monthly meeting, making everyone stop what they were saying and glance at the cause of the disturbance. The sixth of the harbingers sniffled slightly, noticing everyone staring at him.
He tilted his chin up. "Tch, what? Never heard someone-" He paused and took two breaths before letting out another sneeze. "Sneeze before?" He continued his previous sentence.
"Scaramouche, do you need to sit out this meeting? Your face is flushed and you look absolutely exhausted," Signora pointed out, a hint of disgust in her tone.
"I'm perfectly fine," Scaramouche rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms.
The Tsaritsa sighed, "Scaramouche, you are dismissed from this meeting. I'll send one of my assistants to tend to you." With a wave of her hand, she shooed Scaramouche out of the conference room, not wanting his germs to infect the others.
Scaramouche huffed, and stood up from his chair. He walked out of the room, not bothering to push his seat back into its rightful place. He turned a few corners, trudged up flights of stairs, and finally arrived at his living quarters. As much as he hated it, he felt lethargic. He could barely keep his eyelids open, and he felt as if the whole room was spinning rapidly. He sat down with a slumped back on his bed before lying down. Not too long after, a light knock was heard at his door. What was it that the Tsaritsa told Scaramouche again? Oh, correct, someone was coming to take care of him while he was ill.
Groaning, he walked to the door to open it. The door revealed the Tsaritsa's right hand assistant, the first person she goes to when there is an issue. Scaramouche sighed and stepped aside so you could come in. As much as he wanted to protest, he knew that you'd go immediately to the Tsaritsa if he declined your aid... and that he genuinely needed to be taken care of.
