𝐚 series of genshin headcanons and oneshots !! all written and edited by yours truly <3 if you don't like something, simply don't read it and move along. it's that fucking simple !! <3 other than that, i hope you enjoy.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: book is on hia...
SYNOPSIS: Months have passed since he's been defeated, and you've remained by his side through it all.
PAIRINGS: Wanderer x (GN!) Reader GENRE: fluff
CW: brief spoilers of the 3.2 archon quest (his boss fight) and french-kissing, he might be a little ooc?
BACKGROUND: Until I Found You (Stephan Sanchez.)
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SCARAMOUCHE restlesslyfidgeted with his fingers as his eyes danced around in the mirror, taking in every careful detail about his appearance. He recently bought a newly tailored outfit, wanting to rid the dreadful memories the harbinger one harbored. Funny enough, the blues that decorated his new clothes happened to be your favorites. (Shush, just pretend!) He didn't do that intentionally, but it made him wonder if his subconscious did; he did always have you in the back of his mind, so it definitely was plausible. You never really did see him as an ex-harbinger —as Scaramouche, and instead, as Kunikuzushi. He still hasn't figured out how you ended up seeing him in a light of a candle rather than a smoldering flame that were to consume the world.
The former balladeer used to loathe looking at himself, only seeing an empty and failed creation of the electro archonan unworthy puppet used as a stepping stone. However, his eyes which used to hold the intensity and power of the lightning storms that his mother could create, are now currently hushed with infatuation and apprehension for what he planned on doing moments from then.
And that's where he's at now, tugging at the white fabric of his new shirt—his nerves chewing and spitting him out as you readied yourself in your guys' shared bedroom. His hands trembled, pulling out something from his back pocket—that 'something' being an engagement ring. He opened the small velvet box and stared heavily at the amethyst-jeweled ring.
Scaramouche swallowed thickly, feeling his chest tighten as he thought of the endless fires that could ignite from this simple (yet not so simple) flame. Archons, he couldn't remember a time he had been this restless. But how could he not be? You and him have been dating for months now, and he couldn't afford to lose you now, not when he hadn't ever felt this loved—this cherished in all his life.
