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Scaramouche navigates a post-apocalyptic Teyvat full of the walking dead.
Then, he meets Tartaglia.
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Not for the first time tonight, Scaramouche’s cheeks warmed, and he tried to look anywhere but Childe’s deep blue eyes, but it was impossible when they were practically pressed against each other. He felt incredibly small when he quietly asked, “What are you doing?”
“Acting like an adult,” Childe replied, like it was a proper explanation. Scaramouche sucked in a breath when he felt fingers creeping along the skin of his hip, teasing at the waistband of his shorts. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
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After six years, Scaramouche and Childe cross paths again, this time as counselors for the summer camp they met at when they were in middle school.
It’s only two months. What could possibly happen?
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Through all of the horrors of his centuries-long existence, the pain he inflicted on others, and the atrocities he committed in the name of a god he no longer served, nothing had rattled Wanderer’s being quite like the first failing grade he received as a student at the Akademiya.
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After the events at Irminsul, Wanderer begins a new life as a student at the Akademiya and learns what it means to be human.
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Oh, Mirror in the Sky, What is Love? by iwaisms
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
27 Jun 2025
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“Trying to get rid of me?” Ajax teased. “Didn’t realize you hated my company that much.”
Scaramouche rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Fuck you. You know what I meant.”
“Don’t worry,” Ajax laughed, turning his gaze back to the sky. Something in the older boy’s chest fluttered, and his cheeks warmed when the redhead added, “I’ll always make time for you.”
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“For such a fearsome reputation, I must say, I’m a bit disappointed,” Wanderer taunts, still a little breathless and positively giddy at the way Childe’s gaze darkens with every word. He walks his fingers up the redhead’s stomach, circles around one of his nipples before flicking it teasingly. The Harbinger is unmoved. “Is a quick finger fuck in a dirty alley really the best the Tsaritsa’s most loyal lapdog can do?”
“Careful, kitty,” Childe replies quietly as he leans down to brush his lips along the outer shell of Wanderer’s ear, his breath hot on the skin. The scholar resists the urge to squirm. “Are you sure a little thing like you can even handle everything I have to give?”
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alternative title: That Epic Moment When Your Ex-Coworker-Slash-Situationship Shows Up Eight Years After You Erased Yourself From the History of the World and You Apparently Still Have Feelings For Him