~it’s not very often that you indulge yourself and cry, but on the one occasion that you do, someone catches you in the act.
featuring: scaramouche, itto, albedo
tags: gn!reader, hurt comfort, fluff, established relationship, mentions of injury in Itto’s
word count: 1k
notes: part one did well and I take that to mean you guys enjoyed it so i wrote some more ^^ (albedo’s was heavily inspired by @/zhongrin 's current albedo obsession—oops sorry i mean the one that was always there my bad—) i'm totally not just out of ideas nope nope nope (also scara and albedo debut wow)
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𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆
Scaramouche was being nice. He’s so sure he was being nice. So why are you slobbering all over him like a newborn baby? All he’d said was that he was grateful that he had you around him. What about that has reduced you to such theatrics?
“I was being nice. Why are you crying?”
You look up at him through drenched eyelashes, still so beautiful despite being a wailing mess. “You never say things like that,” you sniff. “Sometimes I’m convinced you keep hanging out with me because I just happen to be around, not because you want me.”
That irritates him. But his irritation isn’t aimed at you. It’s at himself, for making you feel so unloved that even basic words of affirmation make you cry. How could have been that inattentive to your needs? So stubborn that he couldn’t bring himself to simply be nicer to you every now and then?
“I don’t just tolerate you,” he grumbles, pulling you into his arms. “I seek you out everywhere I go.” It’s kind of annoying, he thinks to himself. The way he scans every room for you the moment he walks in, always disappointed when he doesn’t catch your eyes in the crowd, delays him massively.
“Truly?”
“Truly.” He says. He really doesn’t go for all this lovey-dovey stuff, but as long as you’re with him and tolerating all his moods and flaws, he’ll do his best to be better for you. It’s the very least you deserve.
𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐
You’re a klutz. The clumsiest being to ever grace the plains of Teyvat. And nothing—to reiterate, nothing—troubled you more than Inazuma’s cobblestone streets—the same streets that you and Itto are excitedly scurrying down to get some lunch. Upon noticing a crowd forming at your favourite lunch spot, Itto rushes ahead to reserve you both a table before you spend half an hour waiting. (Last time that happened, both you and Itto were so put off your food that you barely touched anything and walked home in stoic silence.)
It’s a good idea in theory, but if there’s one thing Itto is very good at, it's acting as your stabiliser. His built arms are perfect for grabbing onto should you lose your balance, and you’d become overly reliant on him in recent weeks. So of course, without him around, you manage to trip, a shooting pain consuming your ankle as you tumble to the ground.
Part of you is grateful that he’s not around; you can let your frustrated tears pour out as you massage your foot. You hate it when you cry in front of him. He always seems so desperate to make you stop crying and distraught at the sight of your tears. You hate worrying him.
You resolve to get it all out of your system, sobbing pitifully as you attempt to stand up, leaning on a nearby building for help. It’s at that moment that Itto notices you, running back with a smile. “Hey sunshine, I got us a table— Wait, what happened?”
You mutter something along the lines of you tripping, not wanting him to feel guilty for leaving you. He doesn’t seem convinced but wipes your tears away with a slight frown.
“Come on,” he says, turning around and crouching before you. “I’ll carry you to the restaurant. Someone there will help.”
“No, Itto, that's so embarrassing… Everyone will see I’m a stupid klutz that can barely walk without injuring themself.”
“No,” He counters, picking you up anyway. “They’ll see someone being carried by their boyfriend and think ‘How romantic, he’s such a great boyfriend. I’d love to have one like him! Such magnificent hair too!’”
You giggle at that, wrapping your arms around Itto’s neck and kissing his cheek gratefully. He really is the best.
𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐
Months and months ago, Albedo asked you to sit for one of his paintings. At first, you’d said no, concerned about the fact that sitting still for hours on end would be torture, but then you’d noted how disappointed he’d been in that answer, and changed your mind.
And then Albedo said that you weren’t to even look at the painting until it was done, and that had you backpedalling a little. What was so special about the painting that you wouldn't be allowed to see it? It was your face—you could look in a mirror and see it any time. But you nodded, too afraid to disappoint him again. After a few days, he said he didn’t need you to sit for him any longer and that he could do the rest himself. And after that, the painting wasn’t brought up again by either of you. That is, until today when he presents it to you with an uncharacteristically nervous smile.
“I thought it was time I stopped obsessing over every detail. It’s for you.”
You smile gratefully, turning the canvas to see the most beautiful piece of art you’ve seen in a long time. And that’s not only because it’s your face, but because it’s different to his other pieces. Usually, his art is calculated—a perfect example of the scientific mind behind his artistry. Every stoke, every shade is calculated and evaluated before it hits the canvas.
But this? This is different. There’s emotion behind his strokes, and enthusiasm in his colours, and you can’t help but be surprised by the way he sees you. Looking at yourself in this portrait, you feel, in his eyes, like you’re the most beautiful being to exist. Why else would he have gone out of his way to make you look so…perfect?
Before you know it, you’re sobbing uncontrollably, holding the canvas away from you so that you don't dirty it with your tears.
“I’m going to assume those are tears of joy,” Albedo says as you pull him into a hug.
“Do you really see me like this?” you sniff.
Albedo hums to himself, pretending to think hard. “I don't think the painting does you justice.”
It’s important to know that hijab is banned in schools in most of the european countries, such as france, belgium, switzerland etc. Millions of girls have to take their hijab off everyday in order to have access to education, and I am one of them. Please spread this as much as possible, it has become so normal here that I feel like a fool for even mentioning it, but I’m pretty sure it goes against the human rights. This senseless law has been on since 2004 and pretends that all the students have to be “equal” and it is prohibited to show that you belong to any religion, any religious sign must be set aside. However, most of us have to take our hijab off in schools where you can clearly see a christmas tree or a christian cross. “Yeah but it’s not the same”, they say. Tell me about double standards. I pray for days when we don’t have to chose between religion and education.
This, but don’t read the notes. It’s all just French people and/or Catholics going “I’m totally not racist or antisemitic, it’s just that I think that Xmas, a holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus, is secular, whereas a Muslim or Jew wearing a hijab or kippah is somehow forcing their religion on me by existing in public.” LOL
Are any of you fandom nerds great at analyzing and dissecting fictional characters... but when it comes to understanding yourself you're lost? Is it just me?
Dark academia was originally a book/movie genre. The common tropes where murder, friendships, rebellion from social norms, and social class differences. Some of these tropes are now apart of the dark academia aesthetic as we know it today. Now here is Where things get tricky. There has been a lot of disagreements about what the dark academia community does and does not agree with. We obviously have human decency and never shame or make less of anybody but, there has been a lot of people not liking and complaining about the pretentious and dark parts of the community, so they decided to make there own academia communities. Those communities being light and grey academia.
Now to the fun part.
The Aesthetic:
Clothes:
Anything plaid or tweed
Warm and neutral colors
WaistcoatsBlazers
Turtlenecks
Dress shirts
Dress Pants
Oxfords
Doc martens
Music:
I personally enjoy classical and jazz music, but if your not into that i will list some artists that i think fit into the dark academia aesthetic below (I apologize for not knowing more):
Regina Spektor
Hoizer
The Correspondents
Vampire Weekend
Lana Del Ray
Borns
Florence + the machine
Books:
The secret history
Dead Poets Society
Maurice
The Goldfinch
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Honestly anything by Oscar Wilde
Anything considered “Classic Literature”
Poetry
Shakespeare
Movies:
Dead Poets Society
Black Swan
Maurice
Kill Your Darlings
Dorian Gray
The Look/Feeling:
Sleepless nights from studying
Multiple cups of black coffee
Sipping tea while listening to music and reading a book
Ink stained hands
The smell of cigarette smoke on your clothes
The sound of frantic clicking of a typewriter
Dramatically draping your body over a chair
Messy hair
Crying in your bathtub thinking of your ex lover
Kisses among strangers
Wine stained lips
Staring at an art piece for much to long
Having heated discussions with friends
Rushing to class with stacks of books in your hands
I hope this is slightly helpful, feel free to ask more questions if you wish. I also apologize if this was too long of an explanation.
