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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Felions or Fefe | She/they | 18 ⋆˚࿔

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Pulling ritual (GONE JEALOUS)

Rabbit and Fae

Deliciously Deceived

Hello, this page is honestly just for funsies. I'm an amateur writer who loves writing stuff about silly fictional characters, although i will mainly write for Scaramouche. I doubt i'll have a consistent upload schedule, so please be patient with me. <\3

I won't be taking any requests for the time being. I've only started writing again after a few years, and i'd like to be confident in what i'm writing first before doing so.

I'm a freaky dinky so i'll be writing totally cool stuff but they will probably be a bit tamed (I'm not good at writing heavy stuff YETT) but still— please take precautions.

I will NOT be writing some weird stuff like incest, ageplay, piss and noncon just to name a few.

Lohen x the worst cook ever Reader

TW: BAD FOOD, not proofread, lowk just stay away from the kitchen if this mofo is cooking

Fefe's sticker note: big shout out to bro named Boah for this great inspo. This is mostly for a friend but i've made it where anyone can insert themselves into the story.

If Lohen was asked about what he'd love about you, it would be your cooking without hesitation.

He'd talk about how beautiful your dishes looked, always carefully plated, warm steam curling into the air, colors arranged like little works of art. Every meal felt made with love and care.

He'd say there was always something exciting about it too, "It has the element of surprise!" Lohen would tell to his fellow knight.

The way his heart raced before taking the first bite. The way his body reacted afterward. There was always that small moment of suspense after swallowing, where he'd quietly wait for whatever came next.

Sometimes his vision blurred. Other times his stomach twists, and his tongue would go numb for a couple of hours.

Lohen would never tell you bluntly that your food tasted horrid despite how good it looked, the last thing he wanted to do was break your heart.

Especially since you found so much joy in cooking.

Looking at it another way, this was also a good opportunity to build up his poison tolerance. If anything, this was just efficient training.

One time, when Lohen was out on duty, he felt absolutely famished after clearing out several hilichurl camps. So, logically, he sat down on a nearby rock and opened the container of leftover soup that you had lovingly packed for him.

Before he could even take a bite, though, a boar suddenly jumped out of nowhere and knocked over his lunch. It seemed he was not the only one hungry, as the animal immediately began digging in.

"Hey— that was my lunch." Lohen muttered, more offended than alarmed.

After a few seconds, however, Lohen slowly raised an eyebrow when the boar suddenly paused. The last thing he heard from it was a faint little "oink" before it collapsed onto its side, unconscious.

Thanks to what he had just witnessed, Lohen now secretly dips his dagger into any soup you made before testing the side effects on any poor slimes he happens to pass by.

"It's ready!" you announced happily as you walked into the dining room, carefully carrying a large bowl of pasta.

When you heard that Lohen was inviting a few of his co-workers over, you were delighted. You had eagerly agreed when he asked if you could cook something for them. After all, it wasn't every day that you got the chance to share your cooking with new people.

The moment you set the bowl down on the table, the rich aroma drifted through the room. The pasta looked delicious, coated in a glossy sauce and garnished with fresh herbs that made it look almost restaurant worthy.

"I can't wait to taste the food, i'm starving!" Varka exclaimed, rubbing his hands together as he stared at the delicious looking pasta.

"It looks good. I can see why Lohen eats your cooking so often," Kaeya remarked as he reached for the serving spoon and scooped a generous portion onto his plate.

You practically beamed at their words. It seemed all the effort you had put into preparing the meal was already paying off.

Meanwhile, Lohen was already digging into his own plate, happily twirling another forkful of pasta before taking a bite.

Seeing how enthusiastically Lohen was enjoying the meal, The two didn't hesitate any longer to twirl a forkful of pasta and popping it into their mouths.

The smile on Varka's face vanished instantly.

Kaeya's eye widened by the slightest fraction before he quickly regained his composure.

The pasta was somehow both overwhelmingly salty and strangely sweet. Several flavors crashed together in a way that should have been impossible.

Varka wasn't sure whether to chew faster or slower, and Kaeya wasn't sure if drinking wine would help or make it worse.

For a brief moment, both of them considered their options in complete silence.

Swallow and survive. Or chew forever and never recover.

"Well?" you asked eagerly, leaning forward slightly. "How is it?"

Varka’s throat bobbed as he forced the bite down with visible effort, his smile tightening like a strained knot.

"It’s.." he began, then paused, as if searching for a version of the truth that wouldn’t ruin anyone’s life. "Distinctive."

Kaeya chewed once more, very slowly, as if giving himself time to decide whether honesty would be worth the consequences.

Then he swallowed. Immediately after, he reached for his wine and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"..It’s not my favorite," he said once the wine had done its job of softening the memory of the taste. "But I’ll finish it."

Varka let out a careful breath, "Right— Yes," he agreed quickly. "That's.. the spirit of it."

He immediately followed up with another bite, as though speed might lessen the experience.

It did not.

"That’s so nice of you both!" you said warmly. "I was worried it might be too different this time."

"Are you kidding? This is better than last time you cooked pasta! I say you're improving." Lohen boasted as he kept eating, completely unbothered as another forkful disappeared.

Kaeya stared at deranged vice captain for a second, then slowly lifted his glass again, choosing silence over whatever comment was forming in his head.

Varka, after a brief pause, simply continued eating with the calm determination of who had decided questions were unnecessary as long as the plate kept getting lighter.

The table settled back into motion, while Lohen remained entirely pleased with himself, and you took their reactions as the highest praise.

Lohen x Reader shenanigans

Lohen who during his run around the Wild Hunt, heard a faint jingle in the distance. He wiped a bit of blood off the wound on his cheek after fighting an abyssal creature as he stared off to where the noise was coming from.

Lohen who discovered an injured, fainted fae hiding behind some rubble. The cute thing was about the size of his palm, and so, without thinking much of it, he took them with him back to base to recover.

Lohen who placed a tiny bandage roll around the fae's injured arm before keeping an eye on them, waiting to see if they'd wake up soon.

Lohen who immediately caught the fae's wings with his index finger and thumb after they tried flying out of his tent.

"Woah, hang on a second! I at least want a thank you for—" His eyes widened when he felt the fae kicking and punching his cheek, it felt as if a bee had stung him. The smile on his face widened as he let the fae struggle under his hold.

When Varka sent out Lohen to deliver some letters back to Mondstadt, he didn't want to leave you alone just yet, so he trapped you inside a lantern so he could carry you with him.

It upsets you a lot how he'd tap against the glass over and over again with a giant grin on his face, knowing it pisses you off.

Lohen who during the journey back home, kept asking you questions about your strength, but instead of answers, all he got were sarcastic remarks and irritated muttering under your breath.

Lohen who tried to make a truce with you upon entering Mondstadt when you kept shaking the lantern and causing chaos inside it.

"I'll let you out, but only if you promise not to fly away," he said as he walked into his office before placing you down on his desk.

"Only if you show me around Mondstadt and NEVER trap me again." You crossed your arms as you stood tall inside the cramped space, your eyes narrowing when Lohen leaned closer to the lantern, his eye peeking through the glass.

"Awh, but you look so cute in—"

"LOHEN!"

"Fine, you drive a hard bargain."

Lohen who loved how whenever you flew around, you'd let out a faint jingling noise every few minutes. He once heard you trying to sneak up on him because of it, and instead of him getting scared, it was you who screamed when he abruptly turned around with a terrifying smile.

It also came to his attention that you didn't like being exposed to large groups of people. The tiny fae would always either hide under his overcoat or slip behind nearby trees whenever someone came by.

Whenever a knight questioned the strange lump under his coat, he'd wear the biggest smile on his face before saying, "Oh, just a pesky squirrel that really loves being close to me."

All while silently enjoying your tiny fists banging against his chest to punish him as you remained hidden.

Scaramouche(Kunikuzushi) x Reader

Modern AU - SHORT FIC

Warning: it gets slightly suggestive at the end

Authors note: LOHEN MENTIONED!!! I'm very excited to pull for that freaky ahh, i've saved fairly enough for him. Goodluck to everyone who will be pulling for him! Also this lowks not my proudest work.... i hope this still encourages yall to farm anyways.

You have this thing where you do a pre-pull ritual whenever a new character you like is coming up. Usually it would be farming early for the character or building a small area themed after them in your teapot. But this time, however, is different.

After hearing and seeing the new character called Lohen in the Genshin livestream, you immediately opened the game to farm primogems for the guy because you previously wasted your savings on an older banner.

The way this ritual goes is by doing as many fighting challenges as possible, thinking that the more enemies you defeat, the more likely Lohen will come home early once his banner finally shows up.. as stupid as it sounds.

But right now, as the sounds of hilichurls yelling and elemental bursts filled your room, you were willing to believe literally anything if it meant getting him.

Your boyfriend, Kunikuzushi, tries to indulge your delusions by offering up his credit card so you can just buy primogems, but you refuse to be swayed by his money.

"That would defeat the purpose of the ritual, Kuni." you said as the completion ping from a time trial challenge pops up.

The groans of defeated hilichurls fade into the distance alongside their dissolving forms while you hurry over to where your boyfriend’s character is standing to claim the chest in the middle of the camp.

The golden glow of the reward shines brightly against the dim lighting of your room, accompanied only by the soft soundtrack playing from the game.

"Whatever. The offer still stands in case you lose the fifty fifty." he says with a slight pout on his face makes it obvious he’s still sulking over you refusing him.

He shifts between your legs to get comfortable, stretching himself out lazily across the bed and resting his head against your stomach.

One of his arms hooks loosely around your waist as he watches you continue farming with half-lidded eyes. The pale glow from the screen softens his expression, dulling its usual sharpness into something quieter.

He helps you explore your world further with his C6 Wanderer, making it easier for you to earn as many primogems as possible.

For a moment, you rest your phone against your chest and gently run your fingers through Kunikuzushi’s hair. He lets out a quiet sigh in response, nuzzling his cheek further against your thigh as he relaxes between your legs.

One thing about your boyfriend is that he looks almost painfully similar to a character from the game, Scaramouche.

After hearing how much you loved the character, he decided to cut his black hair into a similar style, though his is slightly longer, with a pale purple streak added just to match him better.

At first, you thought that would be the end of it. But then he started wearing darker clothes and little accessories that reminded you far too much of Scaramouche’s design. Kunikuzushi always brushed it off whenever you pointed it out, acting like it meant nothing, though the faint smugness on his face always gave him away.

“Keep giving me your affection.” he demands, like it’s obvious you should be doing it anyway. The joystick moves smoothly under his thumb as the little character rushes toward the next hilichurl camp.

You smile, raising an eyebrow as you curl a strand of his hair around your finger. "Does this help motivate you?"

"Very. You need to show your favorite more love than these pixelated freaks." Kunikuzushi scoffs.

His words earn a soft tug on his hair, just enough to sting slightly, not enough to hurt. He clicks his tongue at the sensation, though he makes no real effort to pull away from you.

"It’s just fiction, Kuni. Besides— I need to bring my utmost attention to my new favorite character! Have you seen his burst animation?!" Your smile grows wider as you talk about how hot Lohen looks in his animations.

From dual-wielding a polearm and a dagger, to his idle stance where he taps his finger against his waist while reading an adventurer's book, looking as if he can’t be bothered to care.

Kunikuzushi stays quiet throughout your rambling before placing his phone aside on the bed. He lifts his head off your stomach, shifting his position to hover over you instead.

With one hand, he squeezes your cheeks, looking at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. The silver rings on his fingers feel cold yet soothing against your skin.

You, on the other hand, were giggling at how easily he got jealous, so in order for you to pipe down, he connected his lips to yours.

He slowly drags his tongue on your bottom lip, silently asking for you to open your mouth, and you obediently did. He pins your hands beside you as the two of you continue to make out.

The first to lean away was him, but he didn't pull away too far.

"Who's your favorite?" He whispered against your lips as he settled more comfortably between your legs.

"You.."

"That's right." ~♡

Scaramouche X Reader

MODERN AU - SHORT FIC

꩜ .ᐟ there was just always something about that guy by the window..

It wasn’t really a busy day today. Your co-worker was at the back doing god knows what. You couldn’t really be bothered. What kept you entertained, though, was staring at the cute guy sitting by the window.

The cafe smelled faintly of burnt espresso and sweet vanilla syrup, the scent clinging to your clothes after every shift. Outside, rain tapped softly against the glass, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and red.

The way his smooth, pale hand brushed through his indigo hair made you blush. The silver rings on his fingers clicked lightly against the ceramic mug whenever he picked it up. You should’ve felt ashamed for staring, but you couldn’t exactly look away.

He always came at night, two hours before closing, ordering the same cup of black coffee before settling into his usual spot. The soft clacking of his keyboard mixed with the low hum of the espresso machine, somehow louder whenever the cafe went quiet.

Just as you were about to make yourself comfortable, you heard a crash from the back. At first, you thought something had simply fallen and that your co-worker had it covered, but then you heard the faintest call for help. Without thinking, you rushed to the back door.

"Janis? Are you okay?!" you called out in concern. Looking down, you found your co-worker sprawled on the floor with a chair toppled over her.

Janis only groaned in response before letting her eyes fall shut again. The dark circles under her eyes looked worse than usual, probably from another late-night shift. You stood there for a moment, baffled by the whole thing, before letting out an annoyed sigh yourself.

After helping your co-worker back into her seat so she could continue sleeping, you returned to the counter, rubbing tiredly at your eyes.

The soft tapping of keys was gone. The cafe had fallen silent. Then you turned toward the window seat.

Empty.

The guy was gone. But his laptop wasn’t.

You figured he might’ve just gone to the restroom. You’d only been gone for a few minutes, so you took the time to wipe down the counter while occasionally glancing toward the hallway.

Except nobody returned for the laptop.

The old laptop’s screen light blasted into your face every few seconds as you switched between tabs looking for dates, names, and anything remotely useful for your history essay due at 10:45 PM.

For the past 30 minutes, nothing filled your room except frantic typing and the occasional tired sip from the half-empty energy drink beside your desk.

Each switch left your eyes stinging. The brief darkness before the brightness returned was never enough to ease the strain. All efforts would have been worth it if it weren’t for the constant stream of ads appearing every 4 minutes.

At first, you couldn’t really complain. The thing had been sitting untouched in the cafe’s lost and found for two weeks now. No calls. No messages. No mysterious guy showing up to claim it.

So eventually, you took it for yourself.

You did feel bad. It did belong to that guy (who you definitely hadn’t been staring at ever since he first walked in). But now, you figured this was probably why he never came back for it.

The pop-ups seemed to show more frequent as time passed. It drove you insane having to close each one in the middle of typing, and waiting for tabs to load was already a nightmare thanks to your terrible WiFi.

You never bothered to fully look at the ads, always quick to close them before going back to work. Until one appeared, larger than the rest, sitting dead center on the screen.

"What the fuck?" you muttered after reading the whole thing. You felt slightly sick to your stomach as you moved your mouse to close the pop-up, but instead of your essay, a new tab opened, redirecting you to it immediately.

YOU: who the hell are you?!

YOU: how are you doing this to my laptop?????

YOU: and more importantly, YOU CAN SEE ME?

BALLADEER: you’re spiraling over a laptop. impressive.

BALLADEER: i’m here because you’re wasting time. that essay should’ve been done hours ago. Watching you was… painfully inefficient.

YOU: nobody really told you to watch me do my work...

YOU: anyways, why are you even trying to help me? What a weird way to scam someone.

BALLADEER: not a scam. you’re just easy to distract. just focus on getting the essay done and go to bed.

YOU: what makes you think i'll trust you? Do you seriously think you can just hijack my laptop and I'll magically cooperate??

YOU: listen man.. i barely have any money for groceries, i won't be able to give you anything.

YOU: i mean like.. do you want pictures? Weird but whatever makes you go away.

BALLADEER: hijack is such a dramatic word. You make it sound like i had to try.

BALLADEER: are you done?

BALLADEER: that's not even your laptop anyways. Look, open the document. Copy what’s inside, close it, then go to bed.

BALLADEER: don’t make this harder than it needs to be. https://docs,google.com/document/d/1x9QThisIsNotRealdonotclickme/edit?usp=sharing

YOU: i can do ass pictures.

It seemed as though BALLADEER didn’t like what you said, because 8 minutes had passed and there was still no reply.

You eventually stopped waiting. You only had 17 minutes left before the essay was due. With no time to waste, you opened the document.

Clean paragraphs, correct citations, Exactly on topic. Far better than anything you had managed to write earlier.

You stared at it for a moment longer than you probably should have. Then, still running out of time, you copied it and submitted the essay just a few minutes before the deadline.

It had been a few days since then. You worked tirelessly at the cafe, making drinks and serving food to customers as the hours blurred together.

You were glad when the last customer finally got up and left. Your co-worker Janis flipped the open sign to closed before heading to the back.

As you wiped down the counter, your mind drifted back to the strange internet person who never replied again, or at least, that’s what you think.

When you woke up and tried to check, the chatroom wasn’t accessible anymore, even when you searched for it.

You wondered if they’d ever appear again, or if that had been a one-time thing. You supposed you hoped not, considering you’d somehow gotten an 89/100 on your history essay and, strangely enough, wanted to thank them.

As you were about to wipe down the tables, the bell above the door rang.

Instantly, you turned around.

"I’m sorry, we—" You watched as a familiar man stumbled in, heavily out of breath, like he had run all the way here. He looked a bit dusty, sweat clinging to his skin.

He ran a hand through his indigo hair, silver rings clicking faintly as they shifted. His eyebrows were pulled tight, like he was annoyed at himself more than anything else.

"Sorry—" he started, exhaling through his nose. "I didn’t mean to show up this late. Black coffee, if you’re still serving. I’ll pay double."

You stood there in silence for a moment, considering him. Then you set the rag down on the table beside you and walked over to the counter to ring him in.

Who were you to deny a customer paying double, anyway?

“Of course. Is that all?” you asked, slightly tired. Thankfully, there was still some coffee brewing.

The guy hummed in response, but it barely registered as an answer. His gaze kept drifting away, from the door to the windows, never your face. His fingers tapped the counter once, then stilled, then started again. He looked a bit frantic, like he was running on a timer only he could see.

Still, you poured the black coffee into its cup, the steady stream filling the silence between you. Once it was done, you set it down on the counter and extended your free hand for the cash.

He gently took the cup, and for a brief moment, some of the tension in his shoulders seemed to settle, as if this was exactly what he had been waiting for. He studied it for a moment before placing his hand with the money on top of yours. "See you later at 10."

Confused by what he meant, you barely registered the faint grin on his face as he walked away. Then you looked down at your palm. Something white was tucked beneath the bills.

Quickly, you set everything down on the counter and pulled out the piece of paper.