Little Devil

Pulling Them By Their Collar

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Thoma, Kaeya, Ayato, Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre/Format: Fluff, comedic, Ayato’s has some angst, Fully written

Word count: 2k words

Warnings: Slightly suggestive but still sfw, some curse words in Kaeya’s, minor self-injury in Ayato’s (clenching fists too hard)

A/N: My half of a collab with the one and only @favoniuscodex <3 go check out her version with Diluc, Itto, and Childe here!!

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ka(eya)bedon

(the 1st time)

⋅⋅⋅ w/ kaeya

The goal is simple: attain a title among the Knights of Favonious. Like all leaders, do your responsiblities, be honest, and always place Mondstadt’s safety first. So it perplexes you how Captain Kaeya attained the status as Calvary Captain. He’s only good at neglecting official duties, lying, pinning you against the wall—wait what?    

or 3 times kaeya kabedon-ed you. the first in jest, the second to apologise, and third for keeping your focus only on him.

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you’re acutely aware of your position with the calvary captain.

he has both hands against the wall, and you’re stuck between them.

if anyone were to make a careless turn into mondstadt’s alleys, you know they’ll misunderstand.

and you plead to barbatos that it is not the acting grand master on patrol who stumbles on such a scandalous sight.

you’re a new knight, inaugurated months ago, and you didn’t want to seem like you took the grand mater’s order to find captain kaeya as a command to flirt with captain kaeya.

not that there is any flirting—he is mostly silent, strong gaze on you, and a smirk playing on his lips.

you probably shouldn’t have called him a pretty burden.

“you should know your position,” he says as he inches closer. “it’s not advisable to talk to your captain like that.”\

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im wheezing at xiao’s

— sending them the lyrics of troye sivan’s angel baby

featuring. thoma, kazuha, zhongli, itto, childe, xiao warnings. none! note. not an update but i wanted to try something hehe

despair! | genshin impact smau ++ kazuha x fem!reader

“it’s not love I swear, it might be closer to despair”

summary— what happens if your childhood friend you used to hate is now ur seatmate?

contains— enemies to friends. , fluff, angst, crack, pre and post pandemic au!, childhood friends, —okay maybe to possibly lovers

status— 02-27-22 , ongoing!

note— this story is heavily connected to my other smau ‘someone you like’ so if you’re going for the xiao route, please read ‘someone you like’ until chapter five and after finishing act one of this, you can stop there and continue with the xiao smau

if you’re going for the kazuha route, you don’t have to read the xiao one and just finish both acts for this one!!

if you want both routes on the other hand, read ‘someone you like’ until chapter five, finish act on of this, finish reading someone you like until the end, then start on act two with this smau

chapters!

ACT ONE

one— finding new friends

two— she’s ugly

three— we’re only friends because our parents are

four— two best friends locked in a closet,, jk they aren’t friends

five— paper rings

six— seatmates for the entire year

seven— feelings fade

eight— different person

nine— anything to keep friendships

ten— he’s cute ig

eleven— are you dumb? I wouldn’t let some guy get in the way of our friendship

twelve— misunderstandings possibly cleared?

thirteen— misunderstandings not cleared

fourteen— third year, starts

fifteen— watching her

sixteen— in his arms again

ACT TWO

tba!!

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soft tunes, gentle touch, and you.

。SINCERELY, YOUR BAD INFLUENCE

━━ PAIRING: scaramouche/reader

━━ GENRE: fluff

━━ SUMMARY: the pile of bills waiting to be paid had exhaustion weighing over you like a feasting ghost. good thing that your dear lover was someone who's proven to be adept at fighting off your worries in more ways than one.

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, established relationship, reader is an office worker, domestic fluff, crude language, scaramouche is implied to be a former member of a gang/mafia, conversational mentions of violence, lowercase intended

━━ VALENTINE’S 2022 EVENT SPECIAL (LATE POST)

EACH step was made with purpose, which is to say, each step was made with a murderous glint in his eyes as he confidently walked the streets leading back to his home. a sick sense of pleasure throbbed underneath his skin, expressed in the victorious smirk on his face as his eyes watched the passers-by avoid him without so much as a complaint. never mind the fact that he was wearing your oversized hoodie or the fact that he was barely cradling four bags filled with grocery items on his own, scaramouche was just as terrifying as he was back in his heyday.

a familiar ringtone broke the silence he kept as he walked and he groaned as he fumbled with his things before opening his messaging app. though, of course, you had to be blind to miss the way the mood around him shifted. gone was the murderous glint in his eyes as it was replaced with an exasperatedly tender gaze. had the strangers not witnessed the way scaramouche nearly bit their head off for staring just a few seconds earlier, they would've been confident to say that they passed by two different people who just looked scarily similar. still, between their own busy lives and the possibility of being involved in a petty fight should they breathe in the direction of a ticking time bomb, the people left him to his own devices — just as they should do.

"where are you?" the text read and scaramouche scoffed at the cold way those words reached him. then again, what was it that he was hoping for? a few heart emojis? a disgustingly, cute nickname? he could only grit his teeth as he feels heat pool in his cheeks. typing back a quick reply, he pocketed his phone before resuming his trek home. the faster he got there, the less the chance that he'll embarrass himself by simultaneously combusting in the middle of the road because of his straying thoughts.

at home, you groaned as you stretched, back aching from the sitting position you held for hours straight. it has been a while since you had the luxury of not having to go overtime at work and you figured that it would be nice to spend it with your grump of a lover who has "subtly" expressed his displeasure over the lack of attention you were giving him these past few weeks. to your surprise, he wasn't home and was in fact, fetching groceries when you were sure it was your turn to do so. lips twitching upwards fondly, you felt your heart clench in adoration. nothing beats acts of service when you're about to pass out from exhaustion.

as if on cue (and you wouldn't be surprised if scaramouche really had a sixth sense for when you're about to fall asleep without giving him so much as a glance), the door opened to reveal your lover whose frown worsened as he spots you from afar. moving closer, he eyed you up and down before squinting — a tell that he does right before he's about to ridicule you out of concern. something about his "you look like shit" actually means "are you okay?" in his prominent language of tough love. wanting to be spared the rudeness today, you beat him to it by giving him a sugary smile.

"welcome home, honey boo! how was your trip to the market?"

scaramouche froze, before a sharp glare was directed at your laidback position on the couch, "what did you just call me?"

"hm? what was that, honey boo?"

your typically collected, although also mostly feisty, lover grimaced but the adorable blush that colored the tips of his ears made him look softer than he actually was. it was difficult maintaining your composure when he was so easy to infuriate but this time, the laughter that bubbled deep from the depths of your core was something you didn't even bother hiding. instead, you helped him set the groceries on the coffee table before pulling him into you as you laid against the fluff of your throw pillows with a sigh.

"oi, let me go. i need to put the groceries away."

"later..." you groaned as you nuzzled your face deeper into his neck. an action that worsened the already vibrant hue on his cheeks, "didn't you say you wanted my attention last week, schnookums."

scaramouche jabs a finger at your waist, "shut up or i'm leaving."

you loved him and you love the act of teasing him even more but at the end of the day, you were a human who instinctively clung to the idea of preserving your life from ferocious, little people like your lover. deciding that you're going to live for at least another fifty peaceful years, you silently snuggle up to him. right, this was better... there was no need to tell him that the way his arms were firmly wound up around your waist — occasionally even tugging you closer — was enough to tell you that he had no intention of leaving the couch anytime soon.

from his position, he could hear the rhythm of your heart clearly and the way you would occasionally sigh in contentment. he's far from being religious and the colorful words he spouts on the daily are enough to have him excommunicated under multiple counts of heresy and blasphemy but if he were to be truly honest and vulnerable with himself for a change, this — you and him and silence, separated from the rest of the tumultuous world — is heaven. it's either that or heaven is nothing at all.

after all, what could paradise offer that could top the way your fingers ran through his hair, massaging the parts that hurt whenever something or, rather, someone, decides to give him a headache? your hand falls from his hair and to his back, tracing swirls and shapes down his spine and it took his all to not shiver as little zaps of electricity traveled with your touch. right... this has to be heaven, the only kind he'll believe and turn holy for. confident now that you won't see his face, scaramouche leaned up to brush his lips over the side of your neck — lightly, barely there but loving, all the same — before closing his eyes. the groceries could wait.

it was half past seven when he awoke once more and immediately, an irritated grumble left his lips at the notable lack of your presence. standing up with a low whine, scaramouche moved towards your home office knowing that that's the only place you'll be at this hour.

"what the hell are you doing?"

you hummed in reply, not shocked at the annoyed tone he was using with you when he purposely announced his irritation for the world to hear with each loud stomp he made on his way over to you, "there was an emergency at work. i just need to get this done quick."

"you're at home. stop slaving yourself for your shitty boss."

you don't respond, too busy typing an email for your colleagues and scaramouche didn't like the lack of response as before you know it, he had turned your swivel chair in his direction and flicked your forehead.

"ow! what—"

"you have thirty minutes to fix whatever it is that your incompetent co-workers fucked up. if you're not by the dining table by then, i'm throwing the router in the bin and knocking you out so you'll actually get a decent amount of sleep, you moron with shit for brains."

knowing that there was no room to argue with him, you nodded in defeat, something that made scaramouche snicker, "now, how hard was that?"

"ugh, romance is dead i swear..."

"tragic. happy valentine's, brat."

laughing at his jab, you went back to work with renewed motivation and aggression as you deleted a few lines from your email that came out sounding too polite. seriously, he and his gremlin attitude were rubbing onto you.

in the kitchen, scaramouche stared at the ingredients in front of him. he wasn't a bad cook per se, he just wasn't the best. cooking was usually left in his... acquaintance's hands. the annoying ginger head dropped by too often for his liking and when scaramouche told him off for lounging around his home when he brought nothing to the table, he began bringing tupperwares of food made by his mom instead of taking a hint and not coming over anymore. still, you were thoroughly amused and well-fed given the strange turn of events so he learned to take it in stride. the less work for either of you, the safer it was for the rest of the world.

staring at the vegetables in contempt, scaramouche huffed before scrolling through his contacts where at the top, your favorite fast food restaurant's delivery hotline was saved for all the times you found yourself craving something he can't possibly make. hesitating, scaramouche glanced at the vegetables again before giving up and dialing. while there's less romance now that he's proven incapable of making a proper homecooked meal that's not eggs and bacon, he knew that credit's still due as he recited your order, memorized through the heart and well, the number of times this situation has occurred.

so what if there's no candle-lit dinner, scaramouche argues as he continues to defend his choice fifteen minutes after he placed his order, at least you'll be eating something that isn't burnt today.

to his surprise, you finished five minutes before he expected you to and you were even pleased that he had ordered in instead of cooking. too much work you said, but scaramouche figured that you've just been watching too many romanticized sitcoms as of late. the rest of the night was a blur of doing your nightly routines side by side, no different from a regular day and frankly, he liked that. over the top, corporate benefiting actions were never his style anyway. what he did remember was that you had sloppily laid your body over his last night, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs as he was left to support your entire weight without any sort of warning. the high-pitched evil voice that reigned the insides of scaramouche's head urged him to push you off of him to return the utter lack of regard but one look at the dark circles under your eyes and he was sighing in defeat. how detestable... if he had known that he would keel over for someone so weak, he would've laughed and thrown a world-ending fit of rage earlier. you were neither great nor mighty but, good heavens, you seem to have a knack for making his blood boil. he knew that some people are born gentle and kind but you? you were overflowing with so much goodwill in your heart that you might as well adopt those annoying, little cherubs that are glowing and praising every single one of your self-sacrificial acts of kindness behind your back.

really, what was he thinking when he fell for a saint?

now conscious, scaramouche toyed with the idea of telling you off and guiding you back into his stellar path of becoming a grudge-holding menace of society. it's definitely not a concern for your well-being that's bringing this thought into mind. it's just... scaramouche sighed, before directing his gaze to the continuous pinging of your phone from far away. he should really give your overindulgent coworkers a piece of his mind. stopping in his tracks, a devious grin and manic look crossed over his face. something that was hurriedly removed as you let out a muffled whine, now also roused from sleep.

"wait... what's happening?"

scaramouche smiles and that was when you knew that something was awfully wrong, "good morning to you too."

shivering slightly, you reluctantly left the bed in favor of getting to work on time. if things went south because of him... well, you'll think about that later when it does occur.

noon approached much too swiftly and before long, it was your lunch break. you could skip lunch, you mused as you eyed the towering pile of papers you had to get through today but before you could begin working on another one, a small bag was placed in front of you haphazardly.

"...scara?"

"why are you looking at me like that with your blank eyes?!" he seethed as a soft pink brought color to his face again, "it's your break, right? there! i bought you lunch because i made too much!"

you doubted the legitimacy of his last statement but before you could tease him or thank him for that matter, he was already scurrying off. shaking your head, you opened the bag only to be greeted with a neon pink post-it with "stop sucking up to your scum of a boss and report him for passing his workload to you. it's not like i can't beat him up if things go wrong" written on it. stifling a laugh, you opened the container to be greeted with the leftovers from last night and freshly cooked eggs made exactly the way you like them.

that man, really... you giggled to yourself as you began typing a report to the hr.

each step was made with purpose, which is to say, each step was made with a murderous glint in his eyes as he confidently walked out of your office and back to his home. a sick sense of pleasure throbbed underneath his skin, expressed in the victorious smirk on his face as his eyes watched your hopeless colleagues avoid him without so much as a complaint. nevermind the fact that he was definitely acting like a househusband just as ajax teased him to be or that he's shorter than everyone he passed by, scaramouche was just as terrifying as he was back in his heyday and the scaramouche of back then is all too happy to be the monster that terrifies those who dare exploit what's his.

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⚖️ RAISED THE BAR!

parings scaramouche x female!reader

synopsis yn thought she finally escaped the perpetual doom of placing 2nd after she graduated high school. but alas! the leaderboard has her name printed under another’s! a name she thought she’d never get to see again. better luck next time, i guess.

tags genshin smau, modern au, college/university, fluff & angst, rivals to friends to lovers, academic rivals, slow burn

warnings cursing, jokes abt stalking, alcohol, self destructive behaviors, controlling and strict parents, ooc characters, will add more

status 06/13/22 — ongoing

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characters :: yn's group / scara's group

ACT I. — better luck next time, i guess.

⚖ 00. him again

⚖ 01. since when was he here

⚖ 02. war flashbacks / suspicious

⚖ 03. it's B23

⚖ 04. she's just annoying lol

⚖ 05. serious talks

⚖ 06. menace to society ✎

⚖ 07. keep us updated

⚖ 08. it's none of your business ✎

⚖ 09. feeling a little goofy rn

⚖ 10. i hope you're allergic to cats

⚖ 11. when a cat meets another cat ✎

⚖ 12. and he looked cute doing it

⚖ 13. u're a moron but u can get there ✎

⚖ 14. so message him raynao

⚖ 15. hurray for yn!

⚖ 16. slowly rest your head on my shoulder ✎ / aftermath

ACT II. — you're not stupid, stupid.

⚖ 17. insecurities, insecurities

⚖ 18. uh oh best friend fight

⚖ 19. now we wait

⚖ 20. it's been five days?

⚖ 21. not yet ✎

⚖ 22. u're not actually a moron ok ✎

⚖ 23. bestie reconciliation / friendship fluff

⚖ 24. new memories

⚖ 25. one time thing

⚖ 26. falling, falling ✎

⚖ 27. symptoms of a crush

⚖ 28. so much for keeping distance

⚖ 29. string of dates

⚖ 30. i'm warning you

⚖ 31. undeniably so ✎

ACT III. — it was a mistake.

⚖ 32. finals day one

⚖ 33. i told you so

⚖ 34. hard work paid off?

⚖ 35. liar ✎

⚖ 36. why?

ACT IV. — are you happy?

a/n: aaa i'm excited!! please be nice this is my first smau and english isn't my first language, so excuse my grammar errors TT

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Genshin + Getting in an argument

With: Xiao

Words: 2,4k

Warnings: Slight angst, hurt but Comfort and fluff 

Note: Saw the trailer for 2.7, I just know it’s gonna hurt a lot :D

“You can’t keep doing this, Xiao.”

The adeptus furrows his brown in confusion, clearly not following your sudden trace of thoughts.

“You know I can handle myself just fine, right?”

“I do,” he answers honestly and examines you closely. “Where are you going with this?”

You weaver a little at Xiao’s eyes on you. Suddenly more nervous than you thought you would be.

“Y/N?”

You clear your throat. “It’s just, lately I’ve been getting the feeling, that you might became a little too… over cautious? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your help and your concern, but…”

He tilts his head. “But…?”

“But I won’t break that easily,” you continue. “I am quite capable of fighting and defending myself.” You are careful to choose the right words; to get your point straight, but without hurting him in the process.

Xiao is a proud being. His status as the “vigilant yaksha” vests him a thankless task of constant alertness and conflicts. To the people of Liyue he always sees himself as a mere weapon. Thus, it was only plausible to him to keep the status up when ever it concerns you.

But it was frustrating for you, that he couldn’t realise that he was not some weapon in your eyes, that he was so much more. It has always given him a hard time understanding that.

Now Xiao turns completely to you, giving you his undivided attention. “Why are you bringing these conclusions up? Is something the matter?”

You sight mildly, somehow unsure on how to word your issue correctly. So, you begin by going to the most recent incident. “Just earlier, my commission to return the stolen boxes from some treasure hoarders. But just as lately every camp I walk on, it was entirely empty of humans. But all their riches and other stuff was left behind, including my assigned items.”

Xiao crosses his arms in defence, looking away. “Treasure hoarders are dangerous. Not highly intelligent mortals, but they manage to do great damage when in groups.”

“And I can handle them. You know. You saw!” you exclaim in protest.

“I admit, I was helping you out. To keep you out of trouble. Of harm’s way.” Xiao is still not looking at you.

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Until I found you

summary: Xiao has to face the memories of his late lover at the bottom of the chasm

Xiao wakes up as he's leaned up against a familiar yet distant warmth, a warmth he yearn for so long and picks up his head to see h/c hair tied into a low ponytail with a ribbon he recognizes....he gifted it. He takes a step back and then another until he's a good distance as he watches the h/c haired turns around to look at him and he's fighting back tears, the clutching feeling in his throat is too much.

"I want you back so badly, Y/n.....but not like this." He summons his polearm, closing his eyes, not wanting to feel this emotion again. The feeling of having to cut down his partner again.

He knew that this illusion of his late significant other was a part of his memories being used against him by the powers of this part of the chasm. "I know this isn't really you, so I won't make you wait any longer."

He says before he lungs forward, a battle sparking between them.

After what felt like an eternity, his polearm finally pierces through the illusion and the h/c haired falls over and he's quick to catch them.

But before he could say anything, he watches at they smile at him before slumping into his arms as they body begins to vanish, leaving his arms empty as the flickering of tiny butterflies of light and they too vanish, and he's alone once again.

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