it was natural phenomenon, a puppet crafted from a branch of irminsul by the hands of the very electro archon herself, was bound to be flawless, composed of features revered by myth and legend.
but skin that remained pale and unfazed by the sun, or weight immune to fluctuation, were things that lacked any sort of humanity. they were unnatural, unrealistic, and characteristics no human should strive for.
dolls hardly resemble people, they were simply canvases to craft perfection instead of beauty. wanderer was completed, not born.
he knows very well of his artificial nature. he knows he cannot alter it, nor did he dwell too much on what he couldn't change. however, being called "pretty", was a jarring reminder of his inherent difference, and the absense of a heart.
so, whenever someone called him complimented his face, he didn't feel too much. he'd simply brush it off, before grunting and moving on with his day, books clutched tightly.
humans concerned themselves with 'beauty', dedicating hours of effort and an eternity of stress to pursue something that lacked a true form. it was something far too precious to subject to a singular, objective form, unlike the principles of mathematics and science. whatever 'standard' of it that existed was simply consequence of certain people being too vocal about their preferences.
wanderer had heard of dehya's complaints of her wide shoulders and muscular build, yet he couldn't comprehend why one should feel ashamed of such strength. layla kept her face down, excusing it with her dark circles, when wanderer thought they were rather pleasant, even though he hardly noticed their presence. he's overheard teenagers groan about acne and pimples, but all he saw was growth and metamorphosis, a bittersweet farewell to childhood. he wondered how proud their parents must've been.
humans are a bit dense sometimes, he thinks. and oblivious to how beautiful they can be, with a tendency to believe otherwise.
"stop saying that."
"what, that you're pretty?" you commented, poking him in the shoulder. "but you are pretty."
and for some reason, you were well aware of his inhuman nature, yet showered him with praise.
the house of daena was, for the first time in a while, empty, with the exception of you two. all that glowed were the desk lamps, and the midnight wind occasionally ventured inside through its large windows.
wanderer was skimming through his required readings, you were annoying wanderer.
"you do realise nothing about me is natural." he muttered. "that includes how i look."
you do not find him beautiful, or anything of the sort, you thought of his creator as talented. you were enamoured by the raiden shogun's craftsmanship, not wanderer himself.
you shrugged. "fake flowers aren't real. they're still pretty."
he grunted, continuing to read his book. fake flowers were also loveable.
"and." you slouched, inching closer to him while resting your head on a stack of books. "it's not just your face, y'know. bold of you to think you're handsome."
to that, wanderer snickered, before swallowing it down and turning a page.
"you're pretty because you're kind."
he disagreed, he knew otherwise. he kept reading his book, the ink words barely registering to him.
anyone who'd even heard of the balladeer and his violent ways would disagree easily.
"and you're my favourite." you added, slowly tapping a nail against mahogany. "my favourite person."
wanderer's breath hitched, and then he swallowed.
"like you finished the rest of my essay that one time. even though it was my fault i was falling behind."
he scoffed. that was because you were struggling to adapt to the akademiya and its overbearing walls. wanderer felt the same too.
"and you're a really good listener. i can tell you anything."
wanderer rolled his eyes this time. listening was hardly anything, he thought. everyone had their own life, a tale unique to them. if anything, for someone to open up is a blessing, a sign of trust and comfort.
"oh, and cats! you always pet cats."
of course he did. he adored all wildlife. cats just happened to be his favourite.
"i don't get what point you're trying to make."
you shrugged. "you're more human than you think. far more than most scholars of the akademiya. and people in general. you can yap about being a puppet all you want, but you have a heart."
finally, wanderer peeled himself from his book; he wasn't exactly paying attention to it anyways. disagreement danced at the tip of his tongue, but he refrained.
maybe it was how you glowed despite the absence of light, or the softness of your voice floating through the air. maybe it was because you said everything he wanted to hear.
but if you thought of him as human, then he must be one, regardless of his nature.
his cheeks screamed red. "you're talking so much today, what do you want?"
and lucky for him, you didn't think to stop and tease him. "you. i want you." you stood up, snatching his book, and he let you. "do you even sleep? take a break."
wanderer sighed, taking your hand. "fine, if you insist."
so through the house of daena you pulled him, promising to buy him all the snacks he wanted for working so hard. you reprimanded him for not sleeping and taking breaks, wanderer simply promised to do so from then on.
The good route involves Kabukimono slowly overcoming his fears of not being human. It wasn't too long ago that he was accepted into the village in Tatarasuna. Despite the endless kindness the village has shown him and the teachings they bestowed on him, he can't help but feel a big difference between himself and the other villagers.
One of the bonds he made that attached to his heart the most was you. He met you as soon as he reached the village and was immediately intrigued by the way you interacted with the others. They clearly had a level of respect for you, and you held them in an equal regard. He stayed silent while the group he was with explained the situation of the newcomer to you. Afterwards, you had a wide smile on your face and greeted him with a handshake. Hands still clasped, the words poured out of your mouth, rambling about how the village would come to be loved by him and all the things you were excited to show him. One of the others had to gently pull you away; with a gentle smile on their face, they reminded you not to overwhelm the new friend. You gave Kabukimono an apologetic smile, and from there the relationship between the two of you continued to grow.
The time he spent with you only increased. He enjoyed the lessons he learned from you, whether it was about the village, swords, or cooking. Although he appreciated the time all the villagers took to guide him, he found himself hoping most of his day would be spent with you. It wasn't just the lessons he enjoyed, but the simple conversations while doing simple tasks together became some of his favorite parts of his day.
You were the first person Kabukimono truly opened up to about his identity as a puppet. During a walk by the river, Kabukimono confided in you about his fear of being different and his lack of understanding of humans. It was a lonely feeling. A part of him felt confused and even guilty for feeling it. He shouldn't be lonely with all the love in this village, but it was a feeling he couldn't shake.
To you, Kabukimonos' emotions were always written on his face. Even if it was an emotion he did not fully understand himself. At that moment, Kabukimono was looking down at his reflection in the river, the ripples of the water distorting his face, but even then you could see it all.
The truth was you didn't fully understand Kabukimono. You could never truly comprehend what it means to be a puppet battling such feelings. Another harsh truth was that Kabukimono would ultimately find struggle in human companionship. Humans can be kind, generous, and resilient, but they can also be cruel, selfish, and weak-hearted. The last thing you wanted to do was lie and tell weak truths, so instead you comforted him.
You grabbed his hand, causing him to look at you. With your eyes still glued on the water, you told him your honest feelings. "Even if you're not human-even if you don't have a heart, you're very dear to me." You may not have understood his existence, but you knew he was somebody you wanted to remain close to. You explained that even humans have differences, and while it may be a struggle, working hard and finding the right people can help them navigate such difficulties. "We may be different and not fully understand each other, but we can still be close like this. Plus, you've been a hard worker since you arrived at the village, so I'm sure you'll find your answer one day"
Kabukimono remained silent; he didn't move his hand, but his eyes returned to the water, the soft smile on his face not going unnoticed by you.
The days went on in the village, and Kabukimono was able to see many new things. The peaceful look of the village when everyone turned in for the night. The bright campfires as the villagers gathered around to sing songs and tell stories. The angry look on someone's face as they stormed away from an argument. The tears falling down people's cheeks as they say goodbye to someone traveling away from the small village. Being in solitude for so long, he never thought he would see or experience these things. While some experiences and sights were better than others, he realized that beautiful and ugly moments make up the human experience he had been desperate to reach.
He still has so many things he wants to see and experience; a part of him wonders if he has gotten greedy. He doesn't have a lot figured out yet, but when he opens the door to the room he's been given and sees you on the other side, he feels like he can keep going.
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NOTES
THIS TOOK LONGER THAN I WANTED IT TO. SORRY D: I have school/internship + other art-related things I want to work on, so I'm a bit busy. I do know I want to continue this into a series though! IF YOU SEE MISTAKES PUH LEASE LET ME KNOW ToT
I debated on keeping it based on canon vs a modern au but ultimately this was easier because I didn't have to think too much about the outfits or how to change the story ToT maybe in the future ill do a modern au! I couldn't resist giving him long hair tho lol
I don't write often other than for school, so I'm not that confident in it, but it was fun, and I'd like to keep learning, so hopefully I get better :p
As for the story, I wanted this first one to mostly focus on the veryyy beginning before a romantic relationship is established. I also wanted it to be more realistic for Kabukimono. The truth is he is a puppet and in a lot of ways different from humans, so I wanted to explore the positive and negative sides of that.
After drawing/writing this, I WISH I could code games ToT I have the vision but not the skill haha
I already have the bad ending drawn :p that will be posted soon! After that, I will start working on a Scaramouche route (dunno when it will be posted though)
♡ - Lohen absolutely craves and yearns to eat you our after a long day of going on expeditions, sparring, fighting and killing. he just needs that cookie to calm down yk yk!
♡ - he honestly isn’t above wanting you to sit on his face while he’s still bloody. he’s kinda freaky. especially if its blood of someone that rlly pissed him off, it would feel like a bigger reward. only if you’re into that tho!!
♡ - he’s the type of eater who would get INTO it. he’s messy and extremely passionate about it, kinda aggressive even. he’ll nip and bite at your thighs before going down on you fr, he likes teasing you a lot!!
♡ - he also likes when you pull his hair since it drives him to be rougher and go faster. he might actually nut on the spot if you do. Not too hard tho, or he’ll have to put you in your place. he likes when you’re whimpering or moaning ngl he doesn’t want you being quiet.
♡ speaking of volume, he’s NOT quiet either. He’ll be moaning and mumbling into your heat as he licks and sucks because he just cant hold them in!! he’s soo into it he just cant keep it in!! he’ll say stuff like “mh- soo good..” or “you sound so pretty..”
♡ - all in all he’s a biggg eater he really loves being between your thighs. you’re his favorite meal and he looooves to make you squirm and twitch. He thinks its so cute! like a little bunny!
𑣲⋆ Wanderer
♡ - okay. so.
♡ - i feel like at first wanderer wouldn’t realllyyyyy be into it since all this sex stuff is very foreign to him and he struggles with intimacy. he’ll find sex in general a bit intimidating, so going down on you might take a while.
♡ - however..
♡ - once he’s warmed up to it he is an EATER.
♡ - after a long day at the akademiya he’ll have been burned out by all the social interactions and the writing and the studying. so when he comes home, allll he wants to do is just eat it.
♡ - he’ll subtly hint that he’s pent up and you’ll have to catch the hint, but when you do he’ll be alllll over you and will be smothered between your thighs he needs it baaad
♡ - if you moan a lot he’ll like it a lot, since it makes him feel accomplished for making you feel so good. he himself isn’t suuuuper loud but he might make a slight noise every now and then. don’t mistake his silence for discomfort, he’s just so focused and relaxed and just content with going down on you that he doesn’t bother making noise.
♡ - when u finish he’ll lay on ur stomach, he just likes basking in your beauty like a kitty
𑣲⋆ Alhaitham
♡ - kinda a lazy eater ngl
♡ - okay maybe not lazy but more or less gentle
♡ - Alhaitham wouldn’t go down on you randomly or every night or anything but he definitely would make you feel good when he does. He doesn’t do anything halfassed, so he’ll definitely deliver
♡ - he’ll come home to you and notice how pent up you are and he’ll offer to ease your mind up. he’s a bit socially dense, but he’s extremely far from stupid.
♡ - he’ll spread your legs and dive in while rubbing your clit or whatnot, he knows a lot about anatomy cuz hes smart like that, so best believe you’ll get amazing head. Maybe not messy or sloppy, but still great
♡ - he wouldn’t moan a lot ngl besides like a few hums. he likes when you moan though, he thinks your voice is pretty and it shows that he’s doing it right. he’s attentive to what makes you louder and he saves it in his mind for future reference.
♡ - he would sorta talk you through it tho. he’ll say stuff like “that’s it.. good?” or “does that feel nice? knew it..” he’s analyzing your reactions like the nerd he is
♡ - if you pull on his hair he’ll lowk get kinda annoying. he’ll stop the eating and start nibbling at your thighs as punishment for pulling his hair. annoying ahh mf
𑣲⋆ Wriothesley
♡ - another messy eater
♡ - like.. REALLY messy.
♡ - he has no table etiquette tsk tsk tsk you’d think he has manners. but nope!
♡ - he’s a BIG eater he’ll deadass eat you out in his office in the fortress if he’s really hungry. doesn’t matter if you’re shaved or not, if you showered or not, he’s gonna eat it regardless. honestly respect
♡ - he’s also super messy, there’ll be spit dripping down on the mattress and his entire face will be soaked from how he’ll be buried between your legs. he NEEDSSS that cookie brah
♡ - will not be quiet either, oh nonono. He’ll be grunting and moaning, mumbling against you. he’ll praise you and tell you just how good you taste. “mfh- so good-“ or “I waited all day for this, mmhfuck..”
♡ - will eat it in any position too he is nottt picky. from the back? done and dusted. sit on his face? he’ll ask time and place. on your back? just say the date. he does nottt care.
♡ - he loves your taste so much he really doesn’t care about the conditions. just say you want your pussy ate and he’ll do it.
𑣲⋆ Varka
♡ - probably the biggest eater of them all man
♡ - very much like Wriothesley, he doesn’t care about the conditions or the situation, if he wants to eat you out, he’s gonna eat you out. hair or no hair, shower or no shower, he doesn’t gaf. he just wants your taste on his tongue
♡ - he’s ALSO super messy. and vocal. and passionate. man is just everything a good eater should be.
♡ - he’ll mutter praise as he absolutely devours you. shit like “that’s a good girl, that’s right.. come on, a little louder..”
♡ - LOVESSS when you’re messy too. if you get his face all wet ohhh he LOVES that. you taste sweeter than the dandelion wine he drinks, so having you come on his face makes him nut immediately.
♡ - after a long day of being grand master, alllll he wants is to just be buried between your thighs. He’s HUNGRY okay, please let the man eat the box.
♡ - he’s not above nutting in you and then eating you out again ngl. he’s kinda nasty but in a good way. he just loves you so much, he can’t get enough of you.
♡ - name the time and the place and he’ll eat you out he really really REALLY really loves going down on you. He has big ass hands too, so he can keep you spread open as long as his heart desires. he won’t let you get rest until he’s satiated.
a/n: sorry for all the delay with the requests!! i find it kinda difficult to write requests (,,>﹏<,,) I’ll try to have them all done by Wednesday!!!
warning: this post continues themes of substance use. please do not read if you find that triggering.
it was a warm night. you’re sitting outside of the little wooden house you own on the outskirts of Sumeru City. You had nothing to do tomorrow—a rare day without any errands to run, classes to attend, or money to make.
…and you just so happened to have the perfect night alone activity in your drawer.
the sun had set, the street clear; it was just you, the stone balcony, and the starry sky for company. you pulled out the joint, lit the match, flame flickering in the breeze, and took a slow, smooth inhale. you let your whole body relax with the exhale, your posture molding to the seat as your awareness slowly drifted upward.
you were somewhere between your bench and the canopy above when you caught it.
steps crunching up the gravel to your front door.
ah, shit—you panic. Your gaze skitters around for a place to put the ember out and away from sight. the issue was that your high had already started to dampen your awareness, leaving you fumbling awkwardly. you finally tuck it behind a potted plant and face front again.
your eyes locked on the direction of the footsteps, heart thudding against your chest.
finally, he rounds the corner enough for you to finally see the outline of his familiar, unmistakable hat.
The Wanderer.
You felt a flicker of relief—at least it wasn’t someone with the authority to ruin your plans—followed closely by a more tedious apprehension.
see, the wanderer had started doing this thing—I don’t know—maybe 3 months ago? where he liked to drop by unannounced, treating your home like it was his own. he would let himself in, drape himself over your couch like he was the one who bought it, do his work at your desk, point out with almost too much glee the most inefficient parts of your daily routine.
this man was going to be insufferable if he caught you with your guard this far down. but it was too late to stop yourself from drifting off, so you might as well grin and bear it; stressing out was only going to make you paranoid.
“you are the last person i want to see right now…” you groan almost theatrically once he’s within earshot. you drag a hand down your face for extra dramatic effect, though the corners of your mouth twitching into the ghost of a smile belies your underlying amusement.
“and why exactly is that?” comes his low drawl, sounding almost mocking.
How do you even explain to him..? You had no clue how he felt about human vices; it wasn’t exactly something you thought to ask the puppet about.
His eyes dragged over your form; your movements were languid, almost sluggish, slumped unceremoniously against your outdoor furniture.
you finally lowered your hand from your face and he got a good look at your face. your eyes were starting to droop half-lidded, tinged red at the corners.
his eyebrows furrowed—what in Teyvat was wrong with you? He couldn’t help the momentary sense of panic he felt, he was always a ‘worst case scenario’ person. Did you eat something poisonous or rotten on accident? Did you require medical attention?
Then, you started to giggle. He stopped a few feet away from you and blinked, perplexed.
His gaze finally drifted over to the subtle movement behind the plant, the slow billows of smoke wafting up like incense.
That’s when the smell finally hit him.
Oh.
His lips curled into a predatory smile as he pieced together why you were acting so out of character. He took another step closer, eyes glinting with amusement. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like a cat that had caught its prey.
“What’s so funny?” He pries, his voice a low gravelly drawl. He took a few steps closer, stopping just shy of looming over you. He crosses his arms, eyes dragging over your slumped form, your shoulders still shaking with laughter.
“why do you always pick—“ you choke out between fits of laughing, “—the worst times to show up??”
you finally look up at him, “why can’t you, I don’t know, visit me for lunch like a normal person?” you gripe, but your critique feels empty, flimsy underneath the warmth in your smile.
“why would i want your mediocre cooking?” he retorts effortlessly before his posture finally softens just slightly. “you look… relaxed.” he observes neutrally, his tone dipping to something more conversational.
“i am… high as hell right now,” you finally admit, though you get the sense that he had long since figured it out. you lay down against the bench fully, torso twisting like a cat’s as you crane your neck to keep looking up at him.
he chuckles dryly—more of a scoff, really—and takes a seat beside you, keeping a careful few inches of distance. he leans over you, his wide hat blotting out the moonlight. you two were trapped together in this pocket of shadow that felt like a shared secret, a window of privacy even sitting out in the open.
You meet his probing gaze, but your smile doesn’t fade—if anything the idea of being ‘caught’ is proving entertaining to your half-faded brain.
“what’s the occasion?” he finally speaks, his voice a low hum.
you tilt your head at him, expression flickering with confusion. “what do you mean?”
the wanderer pauses at how earnest you sound; if he didn’t know better, he’d almost call it endearing—though he’d definitely deny it if you asked.
“oh,” you figure out his question before he has chance to clarify. “you mean, why am i smoking?” you shrug, “it’s just fun to sometimes.”
he tilts his head just slightly, studying you, the ornaments at the end of the tassels on his hat clinking softly.
then, to your surprise, he pinches the joint with two careful fingers and hands it back to you. “you don’t have to stop on my account. this is your home after all.”
“how gallant of you,” you tease.
“don’t make me regret being nice to you.” he warns, but there’s no real threat in it.
he watches as you prop yourself up on an elbow and take another long hit from the joint.
you flop back down against the bench, your head landing in his lap. he doesn’t scoff or pull away like he probably would have had you been sober, perhaps too captivated by your shift in demeanor.
“come here.” you demand.
he quirks an eyebrow at you, but your question catches him more off guard than he’s willing to admit—you can tell by the way he complies without arguing for once.
you feel him stiffen under your touch as you grab his cheeks and hold his face a breath away from your own. your lips hover just over his, careful not to let them touch, and exhale slowly, blowing the smoke into his mouth.
it probably didn’t matter, puppets didn’t have a circulatory system that could react to the smoke to get him high in any meaningful sense… but he inhales anyway, letting your breath guide his in an even exchange. if he had a heartbeat, his pulse would most certainly be pounding right now.
after a few moments, you pull back. you lay back against his lap, smiling wide with contentment. the look on his face is as carefully guarded as ever, but the fact that he doesn’t snap at you—or, his usual favorite, simply leave—speaks volumes. he watches you with his eyebrows furrowed, blinking once, twice, as he processes what just happened.
“you’re insufferable.” he grumbles, exhaling the smoke over his shoulder, mindful not to blow it back on you. his hand comes to rest tentatively on your head, his thumb stroking your temple with feather-light motions.
the puppet had spent literal centuries ensuring with every fiber in his being that this level of intimacy never reached him, he’d all but forgotten what this felt like. and yet, as he sits there with your head in his lap, all he can think is that he wished he would have closed the gap and kissed you while he had such a perfect opportunity.
guess he’ll just have to wait for you to do it again.
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ On a date when Wanderer gets jealous ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆
Warnings: None. GN reader, reader x Wanderer. Trying not to be ooc
- I've been on a roll lately... Just got a lot of delicious ideas. Also, the AQ has been good for me. I do take requests. I ate a tart and the jelly was accidentally heart shaped lol.
You've been writing at your thesis nonstop for months, of course he's going to suddenly appear at your door and demand a date. You've barely put on your shoes when he's dragging you down the streets of Sumeru, searching for the famous new café Kaveh keeps nagging about.
He promptly sits you down at a secluded table before ordering black tea for himself and your favourite drink. His eyes are slightly narrowed as he leans forward, placing his elbows on the table.
"So, you think that hiding in that room of yours will help anything?"
You sigh, a slow throbbing headache coming along. Despite him saying he doesn't care what you do, it's a blatant lie of course.
"In case you forgot, you actually need sleep. You need rest - I can practically see your brain pouring over from here." Wanderer crosses his arms, now leaning back with an unimpressed face.
He's always been fussy about your human limits but it doesn't help when you truly just want to be done with this thesis. You've dedicated a year to it already and doubt has been creeping up slowly but surely.
And for archon's sake, he's a star student. Hat Guy. He's a walking celebrity with students kissing the ground he walks. You're maybe a bit dramatic but it certainly feels like it.
Maybe envy and doubt caused you to lose your temper with him more than once. Maybe-
He snaps his fingers in front of your face. "You see what I mean? Can't even focus on the conversation." He scoffs, pausing as someone brings the drinks.
"I'm not here to scold you like some motherbird but-" He watches, face mildly taken aback as the waiter returns and places a small tart next to you. The crust is firm and glowing with sweet honey as its filled with cream and then blueberry jam on top. But that's not the problem - no.
The jam was in the shape of a very obvious heart.
Wanderer grows quiet, eyes scanning the waiters intent. You're just as taken aback, blinking at the treat before awkwardly smiling. "Oh... Sorry, I didn't order anything."
"Oh that's fine miss. It's on the house." The waiter winks, cheeks flushed but eyes full of interest. You grow stiff as you feel Wanderers eyes dart from between you and the waiter. You already know what he's going to say.
You clear your throat before nodding. "Ah, I see thank you." You try to wave the waiter off but they linger for a moment before awkwardly walking off.
His face is unimpressed. His eyebrow raised and you swear you saw his tongue dragging against the inside of his cheek. "So?"
"... So?" You answer back, holding a back a grin. He was honestly being cute, not that he was likely trying. But you know of his past.
And you know, laughing at him might hurt him more than he'd admit. You reach out to gently grasp at his hands. "My eyes are only for you."
He scoffs again, rolling his eyes and looking away. "Whatever you say."
Your head tilts and you stare at him for a moment longer. The sudden sunlight and fresh air had done your brain some good and before you know it, you're lifting his hand to place a kiss on his knuckles.
"Thank you... For looking after me. Thank you for caring."
Oh, he looks back at you and he melts. His eyes catch more light than before and his cold finger twitch in your palm. His mouth opens and closes slowly before he stares down at his tea. "Whatever."
He clears his throat and almost hesitantly pulls away. And you smile. Because you know, behind that big hat he's hiding behind, he's flustered.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead, the sun's already in your eyes!" ...Haha, don't tell me you actually thought I'd wake you up like that?
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