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yours truly,

yours truly, (part one). / sincerely, (part two).

premise: as a friend of the most attractive students in school, you're more than used to acting as the middleman between them and the people vying for their affection, often tasked with delivering presents or handing out their love letters. however, when you chance upon a small bouquet of flowers on your desk without a note indicating the sender or who you're meant to give it to, you start to wonder if this one's supposed to be yours.

includes: childe, xiao, diluc, kazuha, albedo, thoma & gorou !

a/n: hahaha why is this so long... anyways this is a college au + reverse harem of some sorts. enjoy. i really don't want this one to flop so likes and reblogs are appreciated thx

“Do you think it's a prank?”

“Why is that the first thing that pops into your mind?” Keqing sighs as she fixes her makeup in front of a compact mirror, smacking her lips to spread the color evenly. “You're really cute, [Name]. why wouldn't someone like you by now?”

Your face burns at the offhand comment. “You're only saying that because we're friends.”

Ayaka giggles, twirling a lock of your hair with her finger. “Of course not. You're very adorable! If anything, it'd be more surprising if nobody likes you.”

“Who do you think it's from, though?” Ganyu quietly asks from beside you, observing the handful of carnations laying on your desk. Scanning the students currently present in the room, she thoughtfully adds, “maybe someone on the shyer side since they couldn't give it to you directly?”

“Or someone who did it to be romantic,” Kokomi suggests, scrutinizing the flowers with keen eyes. “That's quite nice of them.”

You hummed in contemplation, trying to figure out who placed it on your table. “Are you sure it's not a prank... or a mistake? You all sit beside me, so maybe they mistook my seat for yours-”

“You're the only one who faithfully sits there, [Name]. We don't even have assigned seats so most of us sits wherever,” Keqing clarifies, staring at you with a disapproving look. “Don't deny it. You know it's yours.”

“But I can't think of anyone who would like me!” you exclaim in defeat. “I am curious about who gave it, though... I should try to find out who it is...”

“More importantly...” Ganyu smiles at you, noticing the blush dusting your cheeks. “Who do you want it to be?”

childe:

in all honesty, he's your first guess.

not because you think he likes you or anything! he's just a huge flirt.

at the beginning of the school year, you hardly got along. you know he's a friendly guy, but it's in the way that... intimidated you. he's part of the “mood maker” clique, attracting attention wherever he goes, and you're not sure if you could handle his energy...

you preferred to stay away from the spotlight though that's a bit hypocritical considering you're friends with the prettiest group of girls in your year, and he relished in it. you didn't know if you could get along.

you didn't become friends until you were assigned partners for a project that meant a lot for your grade, and you vowed to yourself if you couldn't be close to him, you should at least be close enough to work together without trouble.

in the end, you surprisingly hit it off, childe easing the awkward air between you with jokes and random stories to tell about his weird friends. your friendship didn't end when the project did, and you continued to hang out outside of school. you're sure he didn't approach you to get closer to your friends, either; though you had some doubts at first, he was nothing alike with the jerks who tried to use you.

you're no stranger to the pranks he pulled, nor were you unaware of his flirty nature; he occasionally entertained the lot who fancied him when he attended drinking parties. so it made perfect sense if it was childe who gave those flowers, along with the gifts that followed after. it would just be him messing around again, right? oh, definitely! it wouldn't be the first time he spent his money in reckless abandon, bragging that he has the cash to spare for it.

but unexpectedly when you bring up the topic, his expression darkens, showing no sign of joking around. he looks a little shocked, too, to know someone was pursuing you.

“it's not from me,” he admits, gently taking your hand. “but it's true that i like you.”

xiao:

xiao is one of the people you deliver presents to lol

due to his intimidating disposition (and the endless amount of nasty rumors swirling about him, thanks to said intimidating disposition), hardly anybody would dare to approach him, daunted by the perpetual scowl etched on his face. he remains as eye candy, but an entity no one could reach.

you avoided him at first, too. his face is admirable, you can say that much, but you've become somewhat desensitized from having been surrounded by pretty faces 24/7 so you can't really say it's anything new... and yes, you are scared of him to a certain degree. you could never guess what he's thinking.

you weren't sure if he's as scary as people make him out to be though, since people tend to exaggerate gossip for the sake of shock value. he once defended a middle schooler from high school delinquents (through persuasion and not with fists), but the story somehow twisted into another tale entirely detailing how xiao had brutally wiped the floor with their faces and painted the concrete floor with blood...

but as intimidating as he might seem, you don't think he's that kind of character. if you overlook his piercing glare and sharp tongue, he's quite decent.

... you thought that way until you caught him tailing you on your way home.

he crept up behind you, maintaining a natural distance, but after numerous twists and turns in hopes of leading him away, he had yet to cease heading towards your direction. you wouldn't be so suspicious if you hadn't purposely gone in circles around town, leading back to where you came from — which meant he didn't have a particular destination in mind, and fully intended on being hot on your tail.

tired of having bated breath waiting for his next move, you gathered all your courage and confronted him directly, cornering him to the nearest wall to assert dominance. xiao seemed startled by your forwardness, and you took his moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to interrogate him.

unexpectedly, he sheepishly confesses, “i'm not a stalker, i got worried since you're going home this late. haven't you heard about the crime rate these days...”

from there on, you suppose you could say you understood him better. though he's snappy and stern, he's not that terrifying, even sweet at times. when you become proper friends (and you stop suspecting him as your stalker), he saves you a seat next to him, or brings you coffee that you like when he notices you're sleepy in class.

it wasn't long until everybody came to know you were friends and a girl finally — you guessed it — asked you to send a love letter to xiao in her stead.

when you gave it to xiao, he was unusually flustered, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. his expression falls flat once you tell him it's from someone else, badly containing the disappointment to show on his face.

nevertheless, you continue to be friends, and xiao has learned not to expect much from you.

he's the earliest to arrive in class, so you ask him if he'd seen the person who gave you flowers. with a cold, hard look, he says no.

he's acting kind of weird, isn't he...

diluc:

the barista in the coffee shop near your university that has to put up with so much bullshit flirting everyday.

he has to reject people in a roundabout way, and you know he hates it, but of course he has to provide great customer service if he still wants customers right... directly breaking their hearts would only make problems.

but he takes no shit from rude customers.

no, you weren't one of them. in fact, diluc quite liked you a bit. first of all, you don't have any romantic interest for the staff, you genuinely enjoy his drinks (he knows because your face is like an open book), and you mind your own business. he tolerates you enough that he can make small talk with you and it doesn't upset him in the slightest.

so it really ticked him off when some idiot was bothering you in the cafe, starting an argument over a trivial matter that shouldn't be fussed over.

in normal circumstances, diluc would've done the usual protocol — reason with the angry customer, offer free products, and let them leave the premises peacefully. but the moment he saw the man grab your shoulders and you winced in pain as a result, he didn't even have to think of what to do next.

cold coffee rained down on the ill-mannered man's head, evoking a surprised scream out of him. his fingers left your body in favor of patting away the sticky liquid from his clothes, and you stared blankly at the seething figure behind him.

“your order,” diluc announced, his voice tinted with rage. then he pretended to remember something, looking at the empty cup in his hand. “oh, i apologize. you ordered it hot, didn't you?” he forced a smile on his face. “would you like me to brew another one for you?”

the man erupted to a new screaming fit, but he was promptly dragged aside. diluc immediately questioned if you were hurt anywhere, his voice a total 180 from before and turning into a soft tone you nearly didn't recognize.

“that stunt you pulled...” you nervously said. “will you be okay...? won't you get, er, dismissed because of it?”

“...you don't know i own this place?”

“???”

in any case, you've become good friends ever since that incident. so when your secret admirer gives you your customized drink from diluc's shop (that even xiao doesn't know the recipe of!), you ask him if there's a customer who ordered your exact drink that morning.

strangely enough, he changes the subject.

“he only gave you coffee?” diluc wrinkles his nose. “he's not fit for you.”

he proceeds to shove you a plate of pancakes for breakfast and won't let you talk about that topic again.

kazuha:

the soft-spoken boy working part-time as a florist. as one would expect, his good-looking features attracted customers left and right, just like how a flower allures bees with its colorful petals and sweet nectar.

he studies in a different university from you, but it's relatively close by and you run into each other a lot. you could say you're pretty good friends; you exchanged contact information and text every other day, phone each other up to have a meal together whenever you're both free, and hang out over the weekend.

he stirred up some drama with you once. on a rainy day, he invited you to eat lunch together, but you've forgotten to take an umbrella before leaving for school so you told him you'd be a little late 'cause you had to run to the convenience store first. however, he told you not to worry about it and abruptly ended the call.

fast forward to the afternoon: the glass doors to leave the corridors had a few people lurking by, covering what was beyond. you cocked up an eyebrow in question, confused over what was all the fuss, but then you see that familiar pale hair streaked with bright red.

kazuha stood innocently by the school gates, a crimson umbrella in hand, and a small bouquet in the other. he checked his wristwatch every few minutes, seeming to be waiting for someone. he completely ignored the gawking stares pinned on his frame, busying himself by humming a quiet tune.

you hesitantly pushed open the doors, approaching him with wary steps. he immediately perked up once noticing you, beaming brightly to greet you with enthusiasm. he offered you the bouquet, telling you it's nothing more than a small gift the owner had let him craft for free (who mistakenly thought kazuha had a lover, since he was always on his phone texting someone).

you might have known the reasons behind the present, but nobody else did. and what general implications could gifting a bouquet of flowers have?

thus, the school's online forum exploded with questions, asking for the identity of the pretty boy standing by their university, and the lucky person he'd given flowers to.

needless to say it was hard to convince your friends that no, he isn't your boyfriend.

but that was another issue! the issue NOW is the other bouquet you received, much more recent in nature. after suspecting childe, your next thought was to ask kazuha if he had any buyers who purchased the same flowers you had.

his lips twitch for a moment, faintly looking displeased. but he flashes a flawless, award-winning customer service smile, covering his initial expression easily.

“no such customer ordered for those flowers that day. but i am curious about this matter... could you humor me and explain more in detail, by any chance?”

albedo:

the med student fawned over by students and teachers alike. he's simply brilliant, idolized by the entire student body. though he's mainly studying science, he's been praised for his art as well, his paintings hung in the art room proudly.

you're not very familiar with him, only knowing him through hearsay. you don't know what he looks like, so you've never confirmed for yourself if he's as beautiful everyone says he is.

he's well-known but you haven't heard anything bad about him, which is an impressive feat. his name is only ever mentioned in concert with endless compliments.

you meet him by chance in exam season. unsurprisingly, the library is filled to the brim, tables stacked high with books and each chair occupied by agitated students sipping energy drinks and coffee to stay functional. amidst all the chaos, one student remains radiant and carefree, leisurely flicking pages through his notes. he's situated by a corner table, unbothered by the mindless zombies despite having plenty of free seats beside him and everyone else is squished together like canned tuna.

and you, carrying binders, books and stationery, are visibly desperate for a place to rest. his eyes leave the words in his notes briefly, beckoning you to come closer. and you, still unaware of his identity, gladly plop on a chair and heave your heavy supplies atop the table. it shakes for a moment as it bears the new weight, rattling his items, and the zombies gape at you in question. ironically, the person you've been bothering is not offended at all.

you sneak glances at him when you need to freshen your eyes from studying, nauseated by the letters that never seem to come to an end no matter how many paragraphs you've read. you're at awe by his fair skin, not a single blemish in sight, and he doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes. truly mysterious. either he has a magical skincare routine or he's not human. if anything, you'd think he just came from a relaxing vacation, not in the middle of hell week.

you snap out of your trance, and you scold yourself for being bewitched. you have more pressing concerns, and so you grill more information into your brain, oblivious to the turquoise eyes that begin to stare at you.

the next encounter comes when exams are finally over, and you celebrate by buying the pricey food set in the cafeteria. the crunch of golden breading is rewarding for your taste buds and you shovel more food towards your mouth, minding your own business.

the seat next to you is pulled back, and you pause from chewing. it's that guy again, his refined beauty easy for you to recognize. he places his tray on the table, smiling amiably as he asks if it's fine with you should he sit there. you nod, but there's plenty of vacant tables around. it's also pretty weird that he sat next to you, not across...

well, strange as it is, that's how you befriend albedo. you've yet to learn why he came on so strong, almost aggressive. like he really wanted to talk to you. but whatever.

the more you learn about him, the more his image of “golden boy” withers away. picture of elegance? the standard of sophistication? sure. but this guy doesn't hesitate to do the weirdest shit sometimes.

he doesn't fear anything. he puts anything edible in his mouth. one school trip to the countryside taught you a few things. if he's offered fried bugs, he'll eat it. if he's given frog legs, he'll eat it. he doesn't care. he'll eat seemingly anything. because of this, you worry his admirers will put something strange in the food they give him, but that possibility doesn't cross his mind at all. (well. not that he eats it. he rejects gifts most of the time. exceptions are when they come from you.)

you're starting to think he really doesn't fear anything. when you start to scream in fright like a headless chicken while watching a horror movie, he calmly studies the anatomy of whatever horrifying creature is on screen, questioning their ability to walk when half of their body is split apart. why is he questioning horror movie logic. “ghosts are supposed to be transparent and can pass through walls, how come she can grab the main character's hair and drag him to the incinerator?” “albedo, please.” (he comforts you when you get scared, hiding your face in his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. he softly whispers in your ear to tell you when the scary parts are over.)

he's also an overprotective older brother. for good reason, actually. his little sister, albeit cute and outwardly harmless, is an explosive child who likes to make trouble. if he takes his eyes off her for more than two minutes, she will undoubtedly set fire to his little garden.

she's the reason why he's so observant. he can tell you trimmed your hair because he's all too used to klee chopping off her own hair with craft scissors. he also notices when you feel a bit under the weather. klee is the type to hide her sickness so she could play outside, and albedo would often have to forcibly tuck her back to bed. you're no different. he will, quite literally, drag you to your house and make you rest.

but aside from being a pain in the ass, his observation skills can help you — surely albedo can make a few guesses for your secret admirer's identity?

albedo blinks at you, uncharacteristically silent. he purses his lips, and gives you a small smile. he asks a few unassuming questions, things like what traces your secret left behind, or if they'd sent a love letter and he'd check the penmanship to see if he found it familiar.

he's not the most eager to help, you know that, but you're still slightly disappointed when he says, “sorry, i can't help you with something like that. it'd be better if you figured it out yourself.”

thoma:

the cute neighbor living in the apartment next door. just like kazuha, he studies in a different university, but you run into each other a lot because... well. obviously.

you find him rather silly. he'd signed the lease not knowing pets weren't allowed in the premises, and tearfully waved taroumaru goodbye when he moved in. to cope, he started staying at the park near the apartment building, playing with the dogs there and getting hit on by their owners in the process, but let's not talk about that.

despite being a newcomer, he fit right in with the tenants. he made effort to learn everyone's names and chatted with them whenever presented a chance, thus winning their favor. it isn't a strange sight to see him with middle-aged ladies and looking at home, listening earnestly to their complaints about their husbands or rowdy children. (his hard work pays off when they give him their special recipes and inform him of supermarket deals lol)

he seems to get along well with old men too, invited to their drinking parties. except thoma isn't good at rejecting alcohol from older adults, so when you save him from such situation — pulling him away from the old men prying into his love life, because surely a good kid like him would have someone to love him dearly — he's become eternally grateful.

he's honestly too good for his own good.

exhibit a: thoma is prone to cooking too much food for one person to eat in one sitting, so he tends to invite you to eat his hotpot with him or bring you packaged food you can easily pop into a microwave. after your one act of goodwill, he's become strangely attached to you, pronouncing you best buds. he then admits he used to live with a larger group of people (hence his cooking habits), and he's thankful for your company. (you'd argue you're getting the better end of the deal, receiving free food like this)

exhibit b: he's always available to help you in your troubles. need a hand with heavy groceries? he's on his way! ran out of soy sauce? just wait a bit, he's gonna grab some from the cupboard! forgot your key inside your apartment? then stay at his place for the meantime before the locksmith comes! your shower isn't working well?... he promises he won't peek in the bathroom, so feel free to take a bath h a h a h a. need someone's opinion on what outfit to wear for a date? sure, he's- wait.

YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE?

his face twists weirdly as you showcase two different shirts, asking which one he likes better. you raise an eyebrow when he doesn't dare to utter a single word. “are they both bad?”

he blinks rapidly, then shakes his head laughing. he half-heartedly points to the shirt in your left hand, but you can tell he doesn't really think much of it. he excuses himself fairly quickly, saying he had chores to do, and scurried back to his own home.

(you were only going to a date with ayaka's older brother because she insisted you both needed a love life, but it's not like you actually feel anything for him.)

it doesn't end there. thoma acts weird sometimes. he's strangely cold when he sees you inviting kazuha to your apartment to hang out. he also stiffens when he spots xiao walking you home.

but by far, he acted the weirdest when your phone number called him, but when he answered, he heard a different voice respond.

it's childe, whom you went drinking with. he doesn't know where you live, and you're not nearly sober enough to return home on your own, and it's not like you'll agree to staying over childe's house. you also refuse telling him your address, so childe is left with no choices but to call for someone he knows.

he uses your fingerprint to unlock the password in your phone, heading straight for your contact list, and dialed thoma.

it doesn't take long for thoma to arrive where you are, panting after running for a while, and childe is almost impressed. thoma hoists you up and you obediently wrap your arms around him.

“sorry for the trouble. [name]'s dead drunk as you can see,” childe comments, chuckling to himself. thoma doesn't look amused and replies with, “it's no trouble at all. i'd be glad to help [name] anytime.”

then in a way that almost seems possessive, thoma leaves childe behind.

so now when you arrive home, bouquet in your arms, red dusting your features, thoma is displeased once more.

(yet he is envious of those who can freely profess their affections, because he's certain if he were to ever admit his feelings to you, things can never be the same.)

gorou:

you first suspected childe because you thought the bouquet of flowers was a joke, but if it wasn't and it was real with the intentions of sweeping you off your feet...

then you might have another suspect in mind.

gorou is... a funny guy. can you put it like that? you don't know what to think of him. he's nice, you already know that very well, kokomi's good friends with him and told you a few stories about him, all of which are sweet and amusing. your first impression of him was that of a pure-hearted boy that can do no wrong.

he's younger than you by a year, and kokomi was fairly excited when she first told you he would be attending the same university soon. she promised to introduce you to him in hopes you'd be friends as well.

and okay, you could get behind that. there's nothing wrong with meeting new people. gorou sounded like a great guy too, and it'd be nice to take care of someone younger. you've been coddled by your seniors the past year as a freshman, and you thought it would only be right if you did the same to the new batch of students.

so you attended the welcoming party kokomi dragged you into. it was just a small gathering to get the freshmen familiarize themselves with older students, and she told you you'd get to meet gorou there, her eyes carefully scanning the crowd in pursuit of a specific face.

just as you were reminiscing over the past where your sadistic seniors encouraged you to drink a lot in the last welcoming party, shuddering in fright, kokomi tapped your shoulder and gestured to the brown haired boy standing before you.

it must be him. per courtesy, your lips curled into a practiced smile, exuding an amicable air. kokomi briefly exchanged a few words with him, but it looked like she was doing all the talking, the male frozen in spot as if he'd seen something strange.

he stared at you blankly, eyes slightly widened, and you slowly became unnerved with his vacant gaze, your smile faltering. you made eye contact with kokomi, silently questioning her, but she gave a subtle shrug of her shoulders, also confused by his behavior.

then, completely out of everyone's expectations, he'd dropped to the floor.

gorou had knelt on the ground with one steady knee, solemn in his endeavors. in an instant, your hand was seized, fingers enclosed in his warm palm. his piercing stare was impassioned, sincere at its core. heat shot up to the tips of your ears.

“marry me!”

his voice resounded in the entire room, earning unwanted attention. the chatter halted immediately, all eyes dedicated to the spectacle that was the both of you, and your mind began to spin, cold sweat dripping down your forehead.

your voice was caught in your throat, not knowing what to say, and all you could formulate was a garbled string of incoherent mess. undeterred, the grasp on your hand was unrelenting, gorou committed through this act until the very end.

everyone was thinking the same thing: we haven't even started drinking yet, but this little guy is drunk already??

shameless. crazy. a head with loose screws. you're probably the only one who'd describe gorou that way.

but what kind of sane man would say that upon first meeting???

kokomi quickly tried to mediate the situation for him, pulling him away and patting his back to knock him out of his dazed stupor, and pushed you to the farthest corner.

she vouched for him when she saw your puzzled expression, thinking of him as a weirdo, and she insisted he's normally not that odd. she swears he was never interested in dating before, and she isn't sure what changed for him to... propose... all of a sudden... to you, who he'd barely seen for ten seconds, no less.

naturally, it feels strange for you to see him. after that disastrous encounter, gorou — who did feel embarrassment for what he did, horrified at his own impulsiveness — tried to make amends, backtracking steps (he skipped way too many and immediately went to propose lol) and treating you normally like a friend of a friend, slowly trying to make the atmosphere between you casual instead of a freezing blizzard that kills off the amicable mood.

in spite of all that, however, you do feel as if his feelings are actually genuine. he can be clumsy, and incredibly so, you don't know who else could propose to another person within a span of a minute meeting them for the first time, but he means well! you started off on the wrong foot, and maybe this bouquet of flowers is him trying to curry your favor... or something...

yet all he gives is a disbelieving look, and that's enough to provide a clear answer: it's not from him, and he's upset.

it,, probably wasn't a good idea to ask someone who likes you about another person who likes you.

but if it isn't him, who else could it be?!

drop your guesses in the comments but im pretty sure it's already obvious lol

I dunno if its okay to do dis but can I request the same prompt did u know i can hold the world but this time with scaramouche childe kazuha and diluc tyty! 👀💜

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜,, scaramouche, childe, kazuha, diluc x gn! reader.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨,, a bit mean scaramouche hshhs, pet names (my love, just once.)

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚,, i hope you like this part 2<3 thank you for requesting!

After this unexpected gesture of yours, confusion takes hold of Scaramouche, quickly being replaced by annoyance, although those slightly pink cheeks could not be easily covered.

Just by looking at his grim face you think you're going to receive a hit from him, so it doesn't take long for you to remove your hands from his face and look away as if nothing had happened.

“That's it?” the boy asks disappointedly after a few seconds, causing a questioning expression on your face. Wait, was he expecting anything else?

“Yes... that's it... I guess?” you answer doubtfully, raising an eyebrow. He lets out an annoyed "tsk".

“Don't you know that you must demonstrate after speaking? Seems like I expected so much from you.” Scaramouche crosses his arms with a special shine in his eyes. He wasn't really upset, he just wanted to tease you for a bit. It's the least you deserve for making him blush, right?

“And how do you want me to demonstrate it?” you cross your arms too, obviously you're not going to let him play with you like that.

“How could I know, shouldn't YOU be the one thinking about that, idiot?” He sighs, looking at you closely. A narcissistic smile appears on his lips as his mind begins to figure out how you could really show it to him. “I'll give you a few hints, since you seem to have a hard time thinking for yourself— obey all my orders from now on.”

Well, as if you didn't already. He is your superior, so it wouldn't be very difficult to please him. “And? What's your first order?”

He smirks. “Get on your knees and repeat what I am to you. It's not very difficult, is it?”

Yes, this little mean boy loves having you at his feet, loves when you tell him how much he means to you. It gives him that feeling of superiority that characterizes him so much, so when you are the one who feed his ego... you may get the odd surprise.

“Oh?” Childe cocks his head, not taking your words seriously. “While you have the world in your hands, I'll be conquering it, so-” his words are interrupted as you cup his cheeks gently, smiling at him innocently.

That gesture forces him to lean slightly towards you due to the difference in height, your faces separated by a few inches now. His eyes widen fully understanding what you really meant, his cheeks getting redder and redder, you can even feel his accelerated breathing against you. He only manages to utter a few shaky words. “S-so... we were talking about two completely different things, huh?”

Please, in moments like this it seems that you have him completely dominated. Affectionate things are never expected from you, and when you show them to him, all you do is leave him nervous and all flushed.

But it doesn't take long for him to regain his composure. He clears his throat, pulling away from your grip. One of his hands rests on your head, and his slender fingers plunge into your hair, making you look only at him.

“Then I'll have to conquer you too. And trust me, I'll take over the competition in no time.” he chuckled, withdrawing his hand from you and continuing on his way as if nothing had happened just now.

After saying that your hands gently catch Kazuha's cheeks, who was sitting in front of you. Of course, he quickly understood what you were talking about.

He was a little flushed, but nothing he couldn't control, and he accompanied his calm face with a little smile. “You do know how to make my day, right, y/n?”

You seem so cute to him when you dedicate him that kind of detail. His heart melts simply looking at your sincere expression. “I'm not telling you this to make your day. I really mean it.” you clarify.

His hands rest on yours, taking them gently. “I know. I've known it for a long time— you are easy to read for me, clear and pure as the night breeze.”

If it were up to him, he would make a poem for each gesture you make. Everything in you is a precious art that Kazuha never wants to forget.

He places a soft kiss on your knuckles, his soft crimson gaze didn't leave your eyes for a moment. He laughed a little when he saw your own blush.

“Come, get closer to me. I would like to recite you some poems that I composed thinking of you. There are a few, and more are in the works. And still, I will never be satisfied— you are too perfect to be captured in just a few lines, you know?”

He leaned over the bar resting his hands on its wood, which was what separated you both, when you cupped his cheeks between your own hands. It was fortunate that there was no one in the tavern yet, so you could enjoy more of him and his soft side when you are in "private".

He got exactly what you wanted to say but... was that true or was he getting too excited about nothing? You could see it in his eyes, as doubt took control of all the features of his slightly flushed face. “It's totally true, Diluc.”

“Oh, y/n...” he cooed softly. He closed his eyes more calmly, letting himself be carried away by the warmth that your touch brought, sighing as he melted into the feeling of knowing how much you really loved him.

He loved you too, he needed you, and it was killing him to have you so close and not do anything about it. With almost agonizing slowness for both of you, he moved closer and closer to your lips.

And bang! The first customer walks through the door, causing the two of you to abruptly separate and look away, although you could see out of the corner of your eye how flushed Diluc was.

He looked back at you briefly before putting attention on the person who was now approaching the bar next to you. He spoke low enough that only you would hear his words. “Next time I'll make sure we are not getting interrupted... my love, I'm sorry.”

Part 1:

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itzhona

Zhona-san, Zhona-san! I've just thought of a cute request and I think you have your requests open? 😊 can I request Zhongli, Xiao, Albedo, Ve

Oooh, fluff you say 👀👀 I think I have one fluffy scenario if you don't mind it hehehe 💚 how about some hcs with scara, childe, albedo, zhongli and xiao (i love this men sm 😭😭💕) when they overheard their crush gushing to others about how amazing they are? 🤭 thank you so much and please take care 💚💚💚

- 🐦 anon

— ❛ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 ! ♡

pairing. . . . . . scaramouche, childe, albedo, zhongli, xiao x gn! reader.

warnings. . . . a bit manipulative scaramouche (forgive meee i can't see him any other way but he loves you i swear)

genre. . . . . . . fluff.

notes. . . . . . . i hope you like this!! <3 please take care you too, is always nice seeing your requests jsjsj.

⩩ SCARAMOUCHE

when luckily he hears you say all those things about him, he literally stops to listen to everything you think of him. this boy will hide somewhere where you don't see him but he can hear you perfectly, and at the same time he'll act totally disinterested.

the only thing that scara thinks now is… “i'll use everything you say in my favor. yeah, i'll gain your trust more easily. you'll be in my hands in no time, y/n.”

oh, do you say you like the way he occasionally looks at you from afar? well then, his eyes will be following your figure almost whenever he has the chance. he'll even give you a smug smile, just for you, capable of accelerate your heart beats with a single grin. oh man, this little brat knows very well what he is doing.

do you like the way he expresses himself, or when he starts teasing his comrades for his own amusement? he will do it again, but making sure that you are in front of the scene.

and when you talk with him, expect a lot, lot of teasing on his part as well. you speak wonders of him, that just means you're crazy about him, aren't you? that's what his narcissism says at least.

if you want him to be softer with you, he will be. scara will act like a good boy, but only with you. his true intentions will remain hidden, but the longer he keeps them inside, the higher his desire to corrupt you is.

he wants you so, so bad. and this situation has only caused him to want you to himself even more.

⩩ CHILDE

he'll be at first like... “wait, who is y/n talking about? do i have competition?” but when his name comes out from your lips, he opened his eyes in surprise. man couldn't be happier.

don't doubt that childe will show himself in the middle of your passionate talk about him. has nothing in mind, just let you know that he has heard it all. to tease a little bit.

“did y'all hear that? y/n is talking about me!” he'll say without any shame, impossible for him hide his pride.

then, ignoring the presence of other people in front of you both, he'll address only you. “i didn't know you thought all that about me. you shouldn't keep those things to yourself, you know?” childe's voice is now softer. he's being serious about that. you're his soft spot, can't help it!

that only makes you blush. he really caught you at the worst time. you don't usually talk about him, and just now that you're dedicating the best words to this boy, he appears!

but that gave childe a great boost of motivation. your words were worth more than anyone else's, sometimes more than his own.

so next time, say it directly to him. you don't know the impact you have on him, positively speaking, of course. a praise from you, and childe can find himself smiling for the rest of the day.

⩩ ALBEDO

oh, so are you talking about albedo? what a coincidence that he just unintentionally overheard it all.

a mix of various emotions disconcert this boy, he's quite confused by how he really feels about your words.

shame, joy, satisfaction... although all this was expressed with a small smile, while pretending to do something else and that he wasn't listening.

what you were saying was much more interesting to him. hence from time to time he could find himself static, simply using his sense of hearing. when he realizes it, he shakes his head to focus again and get on with his stuff.

he doesn't plan to tell you anything about what he heard. at least not if it's not necessary, but he may drop little clues during your talk, to make you think a bit or leave you wondering if he really caught you talking about him or not.

“if you want, you can come and do some research with me. i think you could be of help to me in the future, also... i'm pretty sure you are quite interested in the way i work, correct?”

so he can spend more time with you and enjoy your company. you don't know, but he's thanking all the archons for having heard everything you said about him. now he's more confident while having you around. so just stay by his side, alright?

⩩ ZHONGLI

zhongli heard everything he had to heard. a smile appeared on his face as he watched you silently, just paying attention to your words as the other sounds around him became secondary.

then one of the people accompanying you whispered something in your ear, and you immediately turned around, making eye contact with zhongli for a few seconds, before turning back flustered and flushed.

the man chuckled, also somewhat blushed and left without saying a word. maybe if he wasn't there anymore, you'd calm down faster, or so he thought.

but no way zhongli's gonna leave that matter unfinished! he also has several things to tell you and will find some time to invite you to go somewhere — he won't care too much which place, he just wants to enjoy your presence alone.

“you always manage to pleasantly surprise me when i least expect it. maybe i should start doing the same with you...”

expect a lot of nice words from this man, and all of course, 100% honest from his point of view. you are perfect to him and the fact that you think so highly of him as well will only make him want to declare his love for you a lot sooner than expected. he can't wait to tell you his feelings and show you the affection you deserve.

⩩ XIAO

xiao will disappear as soon as he realizes that you are talking about him. i mean, you're not even going to have time to know that he has heard everything.

xiao will be so embarrassed and will think TOO MUCH about what you said. do you really think that of me? how can you see all that in someone like... me?

the next time you make eye contact, he will blush and look away as fast as he can, releasing a slight “tsk”, and mentally scolding himself. “i should stop looking at you. why can't i? control yourself, damn it. it was just a few simple words.”

as much as he tries to downplay it, those 'simple words' of yours hit differently for him. the only thing he can feel is helplessness for not being able to do anything about it.

it's possible that he won't speak to you in a while and you have to be the one who speaks to him first. the only thing he will say to you is “call my name if you ever need me.”

nothing out of the ordinary, he doesn't want you to know that you have such a great effect on him. he'd feel so vulnerable in your presence if you knew how he feels about you.

Stealing Kisses From A Harbinger!

Pairings: husband!Scaramouche x gn!reader (They/them)

Warnings: none, just fluff and flustered scaramouche

Prompt: Reader steals kisses from scaramouche every chance they get and he loves hates it

First of all, life as a harbinger and a full-time husband is extremely busy for Scaramouche. He has to do paperwork, lecture the new recruits, and give you attention. Second of all, you've recently been getting a great surge to give him kisses everywhere on his face!

Scaramouche thought that life as both of those things would be easy, but not when it's all happening at the same time.

You'd usually use an excuse to go into his office just to kiss him up by getting him hot and fresh tea or tell him you forgot your sweater in there but you didnt.

Every single time you walk in there though, he wouldn't be in his leisure time doodling away in his paperwork, instead, he would be signing documents and letters of agreement which was always such a shame.

So you always take the opportunity to spend every single second coddling him, even if it means he'll be interrupted in his work.

"Did you drink the tea I made for you earlier? It's getting cold." You asked, staring at the unmoved teacup you placed over fifteen minutes ago as you sat on the desk, legs crossed.

He simply replied with a mere 'mmm', continuing to do his paperwork, not sparing a glance at you.

And now was the moment to strike, you leaned over to him whilst sitting on the desk, grabbed his head gently, and gave him a big, sloppy kiss, releasing with a 'mwah' sound. Him, hair a mess and profusely blushing, was obviously flabbergasted by the wet kiss.

Although you both have been married for decades, it is always such a new feeling for him to receive affection.

"Are you doing that thing again-" He was cut off when you started pressing kisses all along his neck up to his face, then a long and final kiss on his lips.

You pulled back, expecting his usual expression, trying to look angry when disturbed from work but also really flustered.

Although his eyebrows were furrowed and had a forced frown, he also had a furious blush dusted on his cheeks fighting to make him smile.

He turned away on his office chair and looked away from you, trying to fix his face and hair before he could look at you again. Meanwhile, you just chuckled as you watched him struggle to pull off his big bad harbinger persona again.

a/n I hope u guys enjoyed this (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈) it is one of my first works so please be nice. reblogs and likes appreciated. come join my genshin based discord server!

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Sagau au with reader who hates them (or i prefer despises) after what they have done and just ignore their entire existence (even the kids). They didnt even talk / look them in the eyes (prob insults them-)

Not sure if i already ask this in ur ask box-

|| Wasted chance ||

Note! OH yes the other one is in my inbox I'm very sorry for the very late reply. I was kinda stuck on what to do??? I literally had to like rewrite this multiple times lmao??? Uh anyways I hope i this is OK??? Also Sorted out by nation!

✎...Includes:

❬Information:❭ cult and slight yandere themes, excessive use of the word 'who', slight mentions of abandonment and bleed.

Intro:

Hurting you wasn't their intention. No. They wouldn't hurt you.... Yet somehow they did. But they didn't mean to—they only wanted to protect your honor! They couldn't let an impostor tarnish their god's reputation! Blinded so much by the rage of someone wearing their god's face that they couldn't properly recognize who you truly were. Honestly. What kind of worshipper does not recognize their own God?

Now they can't do anything but watch you mingle with others—others who they thought had betrayed you. Jealousy clawing them like a raging beast when they see you give affection to the creatures they considered as monsters.

That should've been them. But what can they do? They deserved it.

Sinners do need to be punished after all and being abandoned by their God was theirs.

More under the cut!

Mondsadt, the nation of freedom. Full of life, joy and of course freedom. The first ever nation you stepped foot in and the first nation to almost kill you. Unable to forget the memory you doubt if you can still even step foot in there alone without breaking down even when they had apologized and begged for your forgiveness.

You can never forgive them for what they did and they were aware of that. They had harmed you in ways that no one can imagine.

Still they can never stop the burning jealousy whenever they see you interacting with the Hillichurls —or when they see you petting the slimes, decorating your face was a soft smile— they wanted to be the reason why you're smiling! Not some mindless elemental blobs!

But then again what can they do?

The nation's god—Venti—can never stand the painful feeling of something squeezing his heart whenever he sees you hand in hand with the Bough keeper Dainsleif or when he sees you calmly resting with Dvalin. Oh how he wishes it was him with you instead. The dandelion knight Jean, who could only watch as you and Albedo chat— her heart practically breaking when you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. Oh Archons... If only she listened to the alchemist.

And Archons don't even get me started at the uncountable amount of times Diluc almost wanted to rip his hair off in utter jealousy whenever he sees you clinging onto Kaeya's side like a lifeline as you two go on your way to meet Albedo all while treating his presence like a pebble on the side of the road. Eula who had lost all her will for vengeance. What's the point? Compared to her ancestors what she did was worse.

In Liyue it's not that different either. They were aware of what they did, they did almost kill you after all. But as annoying as it is, they were still persistent. Persistent of earning your forgiveness. Ningguang who sends you the most beautiful of gifts—the finest of silks only for it to be teard apart like paper by the geovishap hatchlings, in front of her face nonetheless. She could do nothing but watch as you let those vicious creatures tear and bite the cloth away—mustering nothing but a pained smile as you wordlessly look at her—taunting her even—but she does nothing but promise to bring a better one next time. It's okay, it's only money. She won't hesitate to spend every bit of her money if it means earning your forgiveness.

Zhongli—the nation's former god and your most devoted devotee or so he was. He no longer bears such title ever since he had tried to kill you- even so, he doesn't stop from trying to once again earn your favor, though he'd be lying if he said it doesn't hurt when you look at him with so much hate. He can't blame you but it pains him whenever you ignore him, whenever you throw and destroy the gifts he carefully picked. It hurts whenever he sees you so close with the twins neither can he deny the burning jealousy whenever he sees you treat Azdaha so closely. He has no right to be jealous- Archons none of them do.

Out of all Nations you visit Liyue the most. At first everyone was happy—proud even but you can imagine the disappointment when they realised that you only came there to board the the boats to Inazuma with Kazuha and the twins— Bediou was thankful that she took the samurai in. Even if its just for a short time she can bask in the presence of her God. Though she can't deny being jealous when she sees you so, so close with him nor can she deny the disappointment she feels when you finally leave the ship and onto Inazuman docks.

Speaking of Inazuma, Ei who orders her people to prepare the best room for you— adorning the place with beautiful ornaments she was so sure that you'd like, a king sized bed with the softest of pillows— all those effort and work only for her to be wordlessly rejected by you. Seriously you don't even look at her. Only shaking your head, grabbing Kazuha's arm- heading to the direction of the Kamisato household while the Twins and Paimon followed suit.

Honestly the only reason you even come to Inazuma was for Thoma and Itto, but these annoying pests keep getting in your way delaying you further—like Yoimiya inviting you for a firework show she planned on doing in your honor whenever you try and visit the oni—or Kokomi and Gorou's constant bouts of apology, saying they'll do better. You don't have any time for that!

The Kamisato household welcomes you dearly- not that you care of course - with Ayaka anxiously waiting outside with a hopeful smile inviting you for tea, that smile quickly disappears when you say you're only here for Thoma- she knew that you were only here for him but still tried, a foolish thing to do.

The children aren't treated any different either, of course you don't outright insult them—you just preferred not to interact with them. You know, you know shouldn't be mad at the kids-they were only influenced by the adults. It's the adults that should be punished. They hurt you. They almost killed you.

And as stated before multiple times they know that. They know they fucked up. Big time.

You hated them. But it's alright. Hate them all you want, insult and hurt them if you'd like. They won't fight back. They don't mind getting a hurt as long as its you.

They'll never falter. They love you. They won't stop trying to earn you favor. Beg, cry and bleed if they must. They don't care.

But it's all too late..

What they did is nothing but a wasted chance.

It was an opportunity they lost. An opportunity to serve you. To love you. To be used by you. To be adored by you.

It was all gone and just like how they had abandoned you— you abandoned them.

I am ashamed. This took way too long.

A/n: Hello this is the Halloween special that organised by @saekogun Thanks a lot for organising this and it's been a lot of fun and sorry that this is a bit late. (Sorry if it’s bad I’ll get around to editing it eventually) Minors: DNI with this TW: Death, Human Experimentation, Cannibalism, Fem reader

"Please allow us to offer our deepest condolences, Tartaglia was one of the best and he will be missed." A fatui member offered emptily while you shoot him a harsh glare at the name of your now late husband. "Our thoughts are with you in this difficult time so please let us know if there's anything we can do for you." his comrade offers and having given their obligatory condolences they make themselves scarce leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Never had you expected that your time together would have been cut so short, that the kiss he gave you that morning would have been his last. You can still remember that cheeky grin of his as he reassured you that he would finish his mission and return to you soon, how could either of you have known what was to come. But if you had known could you have stopped him? Urged him to stay in bed for a bit longer by your side and ensure that he missed his ship to Liyue. If you had would he still be by your side now instead of laying lifeless in a casket in front of you now? Such thoughts continued to plague your mind even as they lowered him into the ground while his family wept, their anguished screams nothing but static in the background as you could only watch in disbelief. Your beloved Ajax was gone, leaving you alone in this bleak wasteland.

For days after the funeral people continued to stop by and offer you their sympathies and useless sentiments that would do nothing to bring your love back to you. Days gradually bled into weeks with time becoming a blur leaving you to suffer in your home which had once been a warm place full of life now empty while you continued to regret everything. You regretted all those stupid fights and began to resent yourself for wasting your precious time with him. You would give anything to see him just once more and apologise for failing him but mostly you wanted to thank him for all the love he showed you.

Still, you remained distant with his family even though his mother and siblings stopped by frequently to check in on you only to receive a curt response or silence. You just couldn't bear to be around them especially with Teucer growing more every day and slowly beginning to resemble his late brother. If Ajax saw you now there's no doubt that he would be disappointed with the way you shunned his family, betraying the very thing he valued the most. But you couldn't bring yourself to face them, praying that Ajax would forgive you for this. Eventually, they stopped coming altogether, preferring to leave you to wallow in your grief and you almost preferred it that way. But you often found yourself reminiscing over the good times where you would all gather around their fireplace as you and Ajax would watch the kids play and plan your future together.

Then one day you received an unexpected visitor, blinking owlishly you can only stare at the man who stood at your door with annoyed glares. "Are you going to let me in before I freeze out here?" the man you recognised as Dottore hissed in annoyance as you stepped aside wordlessly allowing them into your abode. Upon entering he grimaces seeing at the sight of your home, with dirty dishes stacked up at the sink with crumpled tissues scattered across your wooden floors. "What do you want?" You ask bluntly fully aware that this man could easily kill you with little to no consequences or turn you into his next project. “Straight to the point huh, Tartaglia always said he liked that about you.” He huffs pulling out an empty chair taking a place at your table. “How would you like to see your husband again?” He asks with a smirk as you glare coldly at his suggestion. “I hope you’re not suggesting that you dig him up, I will burn you to a crisp if you dare try!” You hiss as the pyro vision at your side began to flare up in warning while the scientist across from you only huffed in response.

"But what if there was a way to bring him back, would you be willing to try it?” “That’s impossible not even the archons could bring him back.” You murmur fiddling with your wedding ring anxiously, the sapphire glinting in the light. “It's not impossible anymore thanks to this.” Dottore grins pulling out a piece of paper placing it in front of you. In front of you was a rectangular sheet with strange characters inscribed on it in crimson ink. “What is this?” You ask reaching out only for the doctor to snatch it back placing it safely in his coat pocket. “It’s a talisman that a skirmisher recovered from Jueyun Karst during the raid.” He explains with an excited gleam in his eyes. “The gnosis wasn’t the only thing that the Tsarita sought.” He explains.

“I’ll save the boring details but this thing was created by the Adepti and will resurrect its wearer." He says as you can only look up at him in horror. "No...this is wrong, Ajax wouldn't want this." You start only for Dottore to sigh looking at you in irritation. "And here I was hoping you'd be more understanding, it's the Tsaritsa's will so it's going to happen no matter what you said." He explains as you stare at him in horror as he gives you an excited smirk "This was just a formality plus we don't know how Tartaglia will react once he wakes up." Standing up he walks towards the door turning to look at you once more with a grin visible from behind that mask of his. "Wouldn't you rather be there when he wakes up?" He asks as you grit your teeth mulling it over in your head. "You have one week to reconsider otherwise we'll just take him from you by force."

You continued to contemplate his offer as you begin to weigh up the pros and cons of this decision. But eventually, the desire to have him in your arms again overwhelmed your moral concerns and you found yourself contacting the shady doctor once more. "We'll get started right away then." Soon you found yourself stood by his side watching as fatui grunts stabbed their shovels into the snow covered earth and eventually pulled up a familiar black box. Upon seeing his coffin once again your stomach lurched and you turned away as they carted him off to some horrid lab. "Leave the rest to us and we'll contact you once it's done," Dottore said departing from the cemetery leaving you alone as the full weight of your actions crashed down on you. There was no way that his family would forgive you once they learned of your choice and your neighbours would surely resent you for playing god like this. But none of it mattered if you could see him once more.

So you waited and waited spending your days cleaning up the home not wanting him to see it in such a state, as you buried yourself in your work you couldn't get rid of the heaviness inside. Surely if the Tsaritsa said it was fine you'd have nothing to fear, right?

Eventually, the fateful day arrived and you found yourself standing in Dottore's lab with tears in your eyes at the sight of the man in front of you. Laying lifelessly on the operation table was your husband dressed in a modest white shirt and black trousers. "Now I suggest you stand back, there's no telling how he'll react after all," Dottore suggests as he began to chant strange words in a language you didn't recognise as a sigil began to glow brightly from under Ajax's shirt before a bright flash erupted forcing you to close your eyes. Blinking bearing you rush over to the table scanning his face for any signs of success only for your heart to sink as his eyes remained closed. Grabbing his cold hand in yours you squeeze it as tears cascade down your cheeks, you should have known it was a long sh-

"W-Where am I?" A voice croaks out as you stare with wide eyes as your husband blinks blearily looking around the lab. "Ah nice of you to wake up Tartaglia." Dottore grins excitedly as he frantically scribbles messy notes onto a sheet of paper. "How are you feeling, does anything hurt?"

"Just my head now can you please tell me why my wife and I are here?" He questions as you wrap your arms around his form, just happy to have him with you again. "You agreed to participate in an experiment for the Tsarista and your wife is here to pick you up." Dottore lies giving you a predatory smile. "Isn't that right?" Nodding hesitantly you give Ajax a warm smile ignoring the guilt. "I've just got to perform some basic checks and then you should be good to go." He says before beckoning you to follow him. "Can I please speak to you for a moment?" He asks as you hesitantly follow him glancing back at Ajax to find him giving you a reassuring smile calming your worries.

"I think this goes without saying but you cannot tell Tartaglia the truth under any circumstances." Dottore hisses as you shrink back under his glare. "This is an important project for the Fatui and we can't risk you messing this up." He explains handing you a sheet of paper. "Just make sure to bring him by every few days for us to run some tests.” Dottore says before walking off briskly leaving you alone in the hallway staring at the paper in your hands. Rushing back to the room you find Ajax stretching looking at you with a grin.

It was true bliss for you two as you spent hours cuddling by the fire with you reading to him as he leaned on your shoulder, taking long walks in the beautiful snowy forests outside you had never been happier. You had thought you'd gotten away with it but the visits to that odious lab served as a grim reminder of your sins. But you would gladly bear the weight of that knowledge as long as you could keep him by your side.

However, you had a feeling Ajax was growing suspicious of your actions. He seemed confused by your reluctance to venture to town with him and your reluctance to speak about his family but you quickly excused it all telling him his family had decided to take a trip and would return soon. You weren't sure if he bought it but he stopped bringing it up much to your relief. Then one day as you were rushing Ajax to his appointment he stopped you with a grin.

"Ah he says he got what he wanted and I don't need to keep going." Childe grinned and you smiled in return, believing that all your days would be nothing but blissful from here on out.

How foolish you were

Things continued like this until one day Ajax suggested moving much to your surprise. "Well, it's just that we could do with a fresh start." He explains much to your delight and you agreed wholeheartedly resulting in the two of you packing up and boarding the next ship to Liyue. While you were somewhat anxious about what the future would hold you couldn’t shake the excitement that came with moving. Maybe this was the chance for things to return to normal, you wouldn’t have to hide your husband from your neighbours or make excuses when his family tried to check in on you. This was a chance to make a new life for yourselves and you weren’t about to let it slip through your fingers.

The town was nice with friendly neighbours who often invited you to join them for festivals and the children of the village adored Ajax, even spending hours playing with him while you watched on fondly. It would be if it could continue this way forever. But soon people began to disappear leaving the town in a state of shock as they consulted various shamans and posted millelith everywhere around the town in hopes of warding off any stray animals.

Yet despite the towns best efforts, people continued to disappear leaving nothing behind except a puddle of blood for some poor bystander to find. All this left you with a sense of unease leaving you wanting nothing more than to leave this town and start all over again with Ajax. Yet every time you brought it up to him he merely smiled and reassured you that you were overreacting, it was probably just a wild animal. "If anything happens you have me to protect you right?" He would smile and you would allow yourself to become distracted again until the next disappearance which started the cycle of fear all over again.

One night you awake to hear a crash and turn to find Ajax missing from beside you, panicking you stumble to your feet with your thoughts racing. 'What if the town's people found out the truth.' or worst 'what if the monsters here?'. Creeping towards the basement you nudge open the door wincing at the slight creaking sound yet after a few seconds nothing happens and you continue to creep down the stairs. As you drew closer to the basement a strong iron smell filled the air as you resisted the urge to gag coming to the bottom of the stairs.

Peaking out from the stairs you resist the urge to scream seeing Ajax ripping into a body and taking huge chunks out of it with a joyful grin. At that moment you no longer recognised the man before you as your husband and instead saw him for the monster he truly was. Backing up slowly you creep back up the stairs before shutting it and barricading it with a chair as you rushed to grab your sword only to pause hearing something coming up the stairs. "Honey is everything alright?" Ajax called out cheerfully as you scrambled more frantically towards the door, if you could just get to the town surely you'd be safe.

"Darling I don't appreciate being trapped in here, let me out so we can talk?" He called again banging against the door as you ran out the door locking it behind you. "So you want to play?" He called out as you heard a loud bang but continued to push forward not daring to look back. "Fine with me~" He called out as your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears.

Ignoring the branches that clung to your clothes you continued to push through the forest until you spotted the bright lights of the town in distance. Just a bit further and you'd be safe from this monster. Right as you finished that thought you felt something crash into you sending you sprawling to the ground, sitting up your heart sinks as you see the creature coming closer towards you with a sadistic grin. "It looks like I win." He grins pinning you to the ground and leaning in closer to you as you back up seeing the blood still dripping down his chin staining the ground below him.

At that moment he looked like the fearsome warrior Tartaglia rather than your loving husband Ajax. "What's wrong I thought you wanted me back yet here you are continuing to run." He smiled pulling you closer as you resist the urge to gag at the stench of blood that clung to him. "I-If I knew you'd become a monster, I'd rather you stayed dead." You spat at him expecting for him to show some sort of hurt only for him to chuckle at your words. "That's not very nice to say to your husband darling, besides I'm not human any more thanks to you." Hearing this your eyes widened as he chuckled seeing your horrified expression. "You and that pesky doctor made sure of that but hey it's not all bad." He grins "I'm much faster now and this way we can be together forever." Hearing this you begin to desperately thrash underneath him. "I'd rather die than be with a monster like you!" You hiss as he chuckles wrapping his hand around your neck choking you with a grin. "You'll change your tune when you see things my way." He says reeling his hand back only to thrust it forward making a white-hot pain flash through you as you let out a gargled scream coughing up blood as he pulled his hand back smiling at the organ in his hands. "Sleep well honey, I'll see you again real soon~" He smirked and as your vision faded you watched as he pulled out a blood-stained talisman with a smirk. After all, you were the one who made him into a monster and now you had to pay the price.

Of Gods and Stars

Brain went brr at work and while thinking about lovely Dainsleif (sir, please come back soon I miss you-) so Khaenri’an Reader. God!Darling is a Khaenri’an.

That’s it. Everything else in this story is pure improvisation from whatever dramatic story I can come up with through the power of memes (that’s really just how my brain functions at this point haha I’msofuckinghopeless).

@nicebonescomrade wanted something like this so I’ve tagged the creacher of skeletons that has some of my bones right now (not that I mind since I don’t make optimal uses for them).

Huge divergence in plot, I guess? Uhh… I apologize, but I’m dogshit at warnings as you might’ve witnessed. Still, hope you like this. Am going on a posting spree because I gotta make up the time span from last post.

Might also be super messy and short because it’s just brainrot I need to clear my head out of.

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Forsaken

Woke up and decided to choose violence today while I spitefully fish for Purple Shirakodai, Bettas and Venomous Spines that never fucking appears in their spots… starting to lose my shit if I see one more Medaka of any kind flood the entire fishing spots because I already have hundreds of each and refuse to make them into fishes because I suck at math skjsksjsj.

TumblrisalsoveryconfusinglikewhyisMobilesomucheasiertousewhenitcomestofollowsandallbutshitatPostmakingwhilePCistheoppositeofit—

Wisty and her anons+followers have driven me insane I cannot help but need to get this done asdfakfjakjf… so people, go thank @wisteriaisekai and her legion for this piece where I pour every fiber of my aggression and frustration into this.

Yeah, we’re going Villain!Reader for Cult!AU today. >:D

(This is shorter, mostly because I fear I might go too far with this lmao so I gotta keep myself in control y’know… ahahaha. Endmethisissobaaaaaad–)

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scaramouche x gender!neutral reader

synopsis: scaramouche hates the fact your friend kaeya gives you stupid nicknames you enjoy, so he tries to muster up the courage to call you by one too

you pocket your phone afterwards and continue on with your work, speaking of Kaeya, you were currently in Monstadt due to having a meeting with the acting grand master, one of the reasons you tried to spend every free second texting scara

your boyfriend had been in Mondstadt for a while with you, which is probably where he saw kaeya chatting with you, but it’s been a while since then so it was odd he brought it up

on the other side of the map, scara was working. and by working he was trying to come up with pet names to call you

the thought of your mere friends calling you pet names pissed him off to no end

he’d rather chop his head off then let some other lowlife call you a pet name you enjoyed, but he couldn’t come up with something without internally cringing

babe? no, you sometimes called him that and he didn’t mind but he couldn’t see himself saying it

my love? that sounded too romantic for a common pet name

sweetheart? no then it would look like he was copying that incompetent lowlife

he took his hat off and rammed his head into his desk, groaning at the stupid shit he was doing for you

after a couple seconds of questioning his life choices he came up with something

scaramouche was ecstatic to see you finally come back home to him, though you probably couldn’t tell with the way he stood rigid by the entrance to liyue which you were supposed to arrive at in the afternoon

he would rather die then admit he tried out the pet name on his tongue in his mirror, cringing everytime he did so since he felt stupid

he even tried texting it, but deleted it every time. he’d rather call you that in person

he soon saw your silhouette, walking beside another harbinger, tartaglia

he unconsciously glared at the stupid ginger male after seeing he made you laugh, and right after sending his glare your eyes met his and lit up, jogging the rest of the way down

he wasn’t one to run halfway and meet you, he had a reputation, but once you got closer he did uncross his arms knowing you would jump into them

which you did

scara let his arms wrap around your waist as you immediately started rambling about something that happened that morning as you took his hand and dragged him along

he was usually embarrassed to hold hands in public, but after not seeing you for days he let himself clutch onto your fingers, shooting anyone a glare who as so much glanced at them

“i missed you,” you smiled, knocking shoulders with him, “it wasn’t the same not being bullied by my boyfriend every other second.”

“i missed you too—,” he stopped himself before calling you that, he didn’t want everyone else in the fatui to hear him

god he was bad at this boyfriend stuff, he had to give credit to kaeya for having the confidence for that

he was literal a harbinger for god’s sake, why was he nervous around you

“soft scara has made an appearance,” you cheered, pinching his cheek before letting go of his hand “i gotta go check in for a another meeting, i’ll stop by your office later.” before pecking his cheek and catching up with tartaglia again

he shoved his now cold hand into a pocket before noticing a couple fatui members giving him stares,

“and what the hell are you peasants looking at? take your eyes off me before i MAKE you,” he yelled, creating sparks ticking off from his fingertips until they turned away frightened

he was in his office doing useless paperwork when he heard his door he open, he assumed it was some fatui member coming to bother him so he immediately groaned and flipped them off, while simultaneously signing shitty contracts with his other hand god he really hated paperwork

“wow you’re so sweet,” he heard you laugh, peeking his head up to see you pull up in the chair in front of his desk, resting your face in your hands as you laughed at his antics

“sorry i didn’t know it was you,” he grumbled, going back to work

“do you wanna take a walk later?” you asked, playing with a trinket on his desk,,, if anyone else dared to touch his things he’d chop their fingers off

“alright,” he agreed, keeping his eyes trained on his paper to fight the blush rising in his cheek, he missed going on dates with you but he would never admit that

“great! i have to go now,” you stood up to leave before turning back around, “almost forgot, i had to give these to you, more paperwork!” you pulled out a file and handed it to him

“thank you, darling,” he said absentmindedly, grabbing it from you and going through it, before noticing how you froze my the door

he quirked an eyebrow at you, “need something?”

you shook your head as your cheeks flushed red and left

it took him a couple more stacks of paper before he realized what he’d done

he let his head fall against his desk once again, but perked back up after remembering your cute reaction

a/n: me falling in love with him though we barely got to meet him, scaramouche banner when?! sorry for any typos i’ll fix them later. requests are closed at this time but i’ll open them when i can :)

Saguau and time

Can you imagine how weird it must feel to feel time passing at a much much slower rate than literally everyone else? Because your body and mind are still used to our world's time, but in Teyvat 1 Earth minute = 1 Genshin hour.

You're just existing, meanwhile the acolytes are literally crying on their knees, begging you to eat something. "It's been weeks since you ate!" They say. "Is the food not to your liking?"

Meanwhile you're just like

But I just ate a few hours ago.

Sleeping is even worse. To all of the acolytes you've been up for who-knows-how-long. Honestly, you put Jean and Ganyu to shame with how long you refuse to rest. What do you mean you're not at all tired? You've been up for almost a month straight! Do not make them literally tie you to the bed, hoping that you'll finally get some sleep.

And when your body gets the 9 hours of sleep you need, you are shocked to see the entire cult in utter chaos. Like some real "Lord of the flies" shit. And the second they see you awake again, they've back on their knees, crying about how much they missed you.

You suddenly understand why they are clinging to you every possible second. If they decide to absolutely lose their collective shit every time you take a nap, who knows what they'll do when you want some time away from them. To you it's only been like two or three days, meanwhile they're convinced that you have abandoned them as the seasons begin to change.

Time dialation is a bitch like that.

Within the Void

a/n | this has been in my drafts for forever and i’m happy to finally share it with y’all :) i have definitely been very high off of the scara hopium leaks and lore lately, and wanted to write this based on the unknown parts of his character. i really tried to challenge myself with this piece. i hope you like it and happy holidays everyone!! (art credits @/chinikuniku on twitter)

warnings | slight profanity

genre | love confession, enemies to lovers

word count | 2.3k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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Soft moments with scaramouche

gender neutral / no gender specified

soft scara — pure fluff but an ending kinda sad (???) good ending anyways so-

Romantic relationship

Scaramouche also known as a cold hearted man, would let you held him in the privacy of your shared home.

Siting on your lap, with his back to your chest, your arms around him and your hands on his belly with his on top of yours.

You two would talk about anything and everything, watching tv or the sunset or sometimes not even doing anything, only appreciating the others presence.

Scaramouche the Balladeer a fatui member that everyone feared, would smile softly while you both drifted to sleep, arms and legs tangled, the cruel warrior that would bake a cake with you at 2am when you couldn't sleep, the one that would take you to a walk never loosing his grip on your hand, that is, as long as you two were alone obviously, he still had a reputation to keep.

The one that would threaten to kill and do so to whoever would bother you, the one who would lay his head on your chest on lazy days, never admitting he craved and desired your affection.

"I love you" would you hear rarely from Scaramouche, but you didn't need such ordinary words to know the affection he held for you as his daily actions proved it.

"Never think otherwise" Would he add to his previous statement, mostly when you two fought, nothing never too serious as you tried to keep calm, "If you want to name your anger after me, I don't mind." You would think contradicting those times you cried when alone, although your feelings would never fade as you knew how much he appreciated you and how he didn't mean his words, not when moments ago he held you so tenderly as you both shared soft kisses, he just couldn't watch his mouth and you just couldn't help yourself when hearing such cruel words, cruel words from your dearly cruel lover.

But maybe you were just a masochist.

Scaramouche, the man who's rude by nature, who says cruel words without meaning it and regrets right after, but being too stubborn and full of pride to apologize. You of course know him better than himself and because of it you choose to ignore, knowing the meaningless truth of his empty threats.

And when it happened, when the rain fell at the rhythm of his tears as your held him in your arms, weakly hitting you on the shoulder as in trying to shove you away, you only moved away his bangs and kissed his forehead.

When he had asked why you stayed and yet you told him "because I love you".

Those were, the soft moments with scaramouche. The moments you would always cherish.

Had this idea when listening to "Não me importo" by Carolina Deslandes! Hope you enjoyed 💜

Written in the Stars

a/n | what if you consulted mona after she saved you from your first encounter with scaramouche? i had to do a bit of research into astrology and tarot cards for this one, so i hope it’s correct!! this has been an idea in my drafts for a while, and somehow in the past few hours i wrote way more than i intended lol. (art credits: @/Fauzan Nata on artstation).

warnings | none

genre | slice of life

word count | 1k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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After your initial encounter with the deadly Harbinger Scaramouche, there’s no doubt you joined your astrologer friend Mona afterward as she tried to piece together the stars of the harbinger’s constellation. Imagine the dimly lit room of her cobblestone cottage in Mondstadt, illuminated by the swirling aura of hydro elemental energy as Mona turns the gears of her astrological map.

Scaramouche was such a unique, foreign name to your lips. His entire demeanor was unlike anything you had encountered thus far—a beautiful ornamental hat of scarlet red and deep midnight adorning his indigo hair, white and lavender tassels blowing gently in the wind, sleeves embroidered delicately with cool hues, and that gorgeous veil that trailed his form.

Every time Mona thought she was making a breakthrough, she sighs in increasing frustration as none of it made any sense.

Eventually, you both settled on doing a Tarot reading of your fortune in relation to this dangerous harbinger who nearly took your life. Perhaps at the very least, Mona could offer her expert astrological advice with a quick reading of the Major Arcana cards as you continue on your journey.

Carefully, Mona reveals your cards one by one: Justice reversed, The Lovers, The Moon, The World, and The Tower. As each card is flipped, you are too distracted by the beautiful design on the cards to see how Mona’s face falls into an abyss of conflicted feelings.

She clears her throat, attempting to maintain her professionalism, and reads your cards to you.

“Justice reversed indicates what is happening at this moment. The true meaning of these events is yet to be revealed. There is no way to fully understand the situation without patience. So, you should be open to hearing other’s perspectives.”

You nod to encourage her to move forward, not necessarily impressed by the vague interpretation that your first card provided.

“Next is The Lovers, which can guide you through this predicament with ease. This card has many sides to it. Some believe it represents the difficulties or the aura of romance. The Lovers means you should choose your own path to happiness. Make compromises and avoid choices you don’t want to make.”

“Hm, that’s odd. So you’re saying the cards think there’s romance involved?” you query with a look of disbelief. “Surely not. He tried to kill us!”

Mona shook her head. “I simply interpret the connotations of the cards. It is up to you to decide what to take to heart.”

“Moving on,” she says hesitantly, eyeing you, “The Moon will show you what is to be learned from your encounter with Scaramouche. Typically this card is associated with dreams and visions, yet we cannot always control the outcome. It advises you to trust yourself and your instincts, but don’t try to defy your destiny. Take things as they come.”

“The next card shows what is leaving you at this time. The World refers to wisdom and how your motivations are in line with the divine powers. Even if you fail, all will be made right. In this case, you will no longer have this blessing within you.”

You frown, “The favor of the Archons is leaving me? I’m not even sure how many of them even know my name, Mona.”

The young astrologer folds her arms, cupping her chin between her thumb and index fingers. “It could be the Archons. It could be Celestia. It could be the will of the universe. Regardless, (Y/N), I think The World is telling you tread carefully. The choices you make could be permanent, irreversible, and perhaps even draw the ire of fate.”

“The final card foretells the near future. It is The Tower, which describes revolution and chaos. It will be brief and instantaneous, but forever change your path moving forward. Expect drastic transformation.”

Your mind is a mess trying to make sense of Mona’s reading. A million questions and mixed emotions bubble inside you, nearly making you nauseated. You swallow thickly and ask Mona what all of this actually means.

“Simply put, (Y/N), the cards were able to determine that your connection with Scaramouche is nowhere near its end. In fact, many of the cards indicate dramatic change in your relationship, which will challenge your integrity and test your friendships. They recommend sticking to what you feel is right and true to yourself,” she summarizes succinctly, shuffling away her cards in an organized fashion. “But…”

You give her a look. Mona has that familiar intonation in her voice, a teasing, playful air with a dangerous edge ready to poke and prod you endlessly. You’re absolutely clueless to the intricacies of her astrological studies, so Mona basically has you wrapped around her pretty little finger with every mystical prediction and calculation she makes. She loves to take advantage of your cluelessness too often.

“But what?” you reply, slightly annoyed. “What’s that expression for? Mona, you know I rely on you for this kind of stuff! Just tell me.”

She laughs, stowing away her cards and astrological instruments, before turning to you. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think the dramatic change the cards were alluding to is of the romantic type.”

Jaw immediately dropping, you flipped out, jolting out of your chair. “Mona Megistus!”

“Yes, that’s my name,” she smugly responds, watching you unfurl into a flustered mess. “Don’t wear it out, now.”

“You’re crazy! I think the cards are lying,” you stutter out incredulously, pointing toward the innocent box they sat in on her shelf.

Mona simply hums in laughter. “You’re the one who picked the cards! While I am deeply troubled by the idea of this Fatui man being in love with you, if fate ordains it then so it shall be.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff, red in the face from your outburst and from pure embarrassment. “Lemme try again and I’m sure I’ll pick different cards.”

“What’s done is done, (Y/N),” Mona giggles, shaking her head at you. “Anyway, you can repay me for my services with lunch from Good Hunter~”

You were never quite sure if Mona was being truthful or teasing, but decided to drop it to go have lunch with her in downtown Mondstadt—completely unaware of the Fatui agents scattered throughout the city, silently keeping an eye on you at the request of a particular Sixth Harbinger.

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A/N : HAPPY BDAY ZHONGLI AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!!! 2021 has been rough with getting back into normal life on top of covid spreading and with a new variant, but i hope this post will cheer u up and let’s hope 2022 is much kinder to us (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

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STREAMER ZHONGLI????

streamer zhongli o(*°▽°*)o

pogchamp—

definitely was first in the Just Chatting, Travel & Outdoors, and possibly Food & Drinks categories in twitch at the beginning, and gained a steady following from there on !!

he unknowingly lured them in with his asmr worthy voice ( ‘◡’ )

also talks about the history of certain cultures when travelling, or the origins of foods and drinks when he’s partaking in that category

gets a lot of questions from his chat which ends up turning into everyday talks or him giving advice to ppl !! 

so his primary category is Just Chatting HSDKJ

oh !! oh !!

and his twitch user is ZhongliTV :’))

usually has lofi music in the background of his streams !!

when he first started out as a streamer, he didn’t have his webcam on, so his viewers could only hear his voice !!

not that they were complaining bc, well, who can resist zhongli’s deep voice ? 👩‍🦯

but one day, one of his viewers asked why he doesn’t use a webcam 

and this man just ,,,,

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daddy, daddy, do, i want all of you

There was a god in Teyvat.

A god hidden, yet powerful. Enough, or maybe too much, that the archons themselves knelt down and presented their own offerings as if they were mere worshipping mortals and not literal gods. Though none had wanted to be greedy towards your affection, everyone had secretly wished they’d be one of the chosen such as the traveler.

Zhongli nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt an overwhelming presence enter him, but soon relaxed when the presence felt warm and soothing. Like hot tea after a long day.

The presence was familiar—

Ah.

Zhongli could cry.

Was this—

You?

You had chosen him. Overwhelming happiness flood through him as he heard your voice,

“Yeah, come on, geo daddy! Show me what you got!”

Geo daddy? Did you perhaps think of him as a parental figure? That’s not right. Weren’t you older? Shouldn’t he call you mommy? Daddy? Also why did you call him ‘geo daddy’?

However...

Zhongli’s face flushes a beautiful shade of red. ‘Show me what you got’, you said. What an honor it was, for you to put this much trust in his potential to serve you. Even if serving you right now apparently consisted of you making him run ‘round and ‘round in circles and whistling in a high pitch when you would make him climb the wall.

“Dang,” he hears you smack your lips together. “Nice ass and, oh- that’s a lovely moan you made there, Morax.” You teased. “Let’s go beat up Childe, yeah?” You ask, even though you were already controlling his feet to walk towards the Golden House.

Were you trying to kill him?

Zhongli bites his bottom lip, plump with all the biting he’s done all day honestly. “Thank you... your grace.” He lets out a breathy sigh and a shy smile as he slashes his ginger wallet in his sparkly moth form that would make Teucer squeal with his spear once again.

CULT AU! KAEYA/KHAENRI'AH

I realized i've barely written for Kaeya--this is purely informational, mostly worldbuilding and not so much as headcanons? But I hope it is enjoyed all the same. Edit: I'm looking this over after months and i'm tired, but i wanted to get this out and going.

LEGACY OF KHAENRI'AH

It might've been true for once, that a long lost nation flourished without a god, without a star to guide them, but how many can claim such?

Unheard of, even impossible in some eyes--there is little left but memories by now. Even those who witnessed the fall--archons who still live, archons long gone, they can only speak one name that might be resolute.

It is your name, after all.

KAEYA holds nothing but shadows at his back, they tie him to the other two remnants of an unreachable home, Albedo and Dainsleif, yet neither of those two are quite aware of your presence as you break through the fabric of their world. It is but a ringing to their ears, perhaps as they are indeed more attuned than most, but it is a song that remains sleeping within. At least until you decide to reach out.

Tearing apart both sky and convictions, it is only a cold, hard fact that confirms the doubt blossoming at the back of their throat.

You are their creator.

Unlike the archons and unlike the Traveler, Kaeya may not be of divine nature or a vessel specifically made for you, but he was one of the First.

The very first people you made.

It is true, Khaenri'ah was not made by a god, for it was never your purpose to begin with. You gave them life, but you did not dictate them. You did not ask for statues to be erected in your name, or for blood to be spilled so as to appease your "rage", no.

You simply--watched. Watched what you created take a life of its own. Was there anything more noble than that?

Even manifesting yourself when asked for your blessings, you showed yourself to men and women, elder and children, always present, but never quite in their reach.

Most of the "People" (for the word you said in your language would've been impossible to transcribe) believed you their creator, the absolute word and the highest of honors to behold. So, you'd understand their surprise when you begged them not to etch you in their records, right?

No effigies, no tales--some thought you were even turning your backs on them--did you not love the First of creatures you had made? It was hard to understand, bringing in many conflicts that would scar the land as you'd retreat into your celestial abode, horrified--Kaeya remembers well the sacred texts, a horrible draught that lashed out all across Teyvat.

With time, they'd come to understand. You wanted them to live lives of their own, without your hand to guide them. You wanted to see to the extents they'd reach without beliefs.

You wanted to see if there could be more like you.

Such a secret, kept among the long lines of royalty-- grew even longer as time, and medicine advanced, was passed down from generation from generation.

And it all crashed down with him.

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Perhaps time's cruel nature has taken its toll, perhaps it is something else. Perhaps It is the faint echo that sings in the hollow of his heart, an emptiness that suddenly takes shape when he first lays eyes on you--no, not the vessel you've made. You.

Much like in creation, he might've not been the very First, but he is essential to you nonetheless. Being one of the first characters to acquire as you start the game, he soon comes to understand why the Traveler isn't willing to share your spark with him.

It comes in the shape of a small stone, a circle of opal encased in his chest. It is white and smooth, a pale iridescence that glimmers under the sunlight in his open shirt, yet no one seems to notice.

It is then that he realizes. They can't notice.

How can they, when you're so far away?

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crawling fighting bleeding losing fighting bleeding losing rn sjdbshsvsb I JUST LOVE ITTO SO...SO MUCH??? PLS HE'S MY COMFORT CHARACTER SO HERE'S SOME SAGAU BRAINROT W HIM ALDHSJDBSB Itto is so baby, that I literally made him baby here jsdkfhsdj

tagging @nicebonescomrade cause she said she would love some itto content :>

in terms of warnings, there's a bit of discrimination against Oni at the very start, so please take note! But regardless, i can only write fluff so I won't be going too deep into it

also, i wanna take this time to say asks are open and everyone can send any reqs or brain rots !! however, i still have a life outside of tumblr so if i get bombarded, asks will be closed. I'll also be making an intro post soon sdhfkdf

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"Nuh-uh! I was just trying to help the fox! Its leg got caught under a big rock!"

"Yeah, mom! Itto was just helping the poor fox!"

The little boy's mother huffed in frustration, grabbing her son's wrist and pulling him along with her, "Onis are onis, no matter what! Stay away from them, young man!"

The young oni could only pout as his newfound friend was taken away. He resented being an oni sometimes, the horns that weighed heavy on his head serving as a reminder that he was not human, he does not fit in, he does not belong.

Vision becoming cloudy with tears, the young oni bit his lip.

"I don't want to cry, crying's for nerds...!"

The young Arataki states, his tiny form shaking as the tears started to stream down. Wiping them off, the cry of the fox he saved caught his attention.

"Huh? What is it, little guy? Need some water?"

Itto carefully picks up the fox carrying it to the river for a drink. The fox eagerly drank from the river, Itto patting its little head as he stared into his own reflection on the water.

His white hair was muddied, knots and tangles everywhere as well as a few twigs and leaves. His face covered in dirt from falling down while running away from humans who wanted nothing to do with him.

And to top it off, his auburn gaze turned to his reflection's horns.

Arataki Itto hated his horns.

Arataki Itto didn't like being an Oni.

'If I didn't have my horns, then my friend's parents would let me play with them!'

'I didn't mean to push Renren too hard, I didn't think I could be that strong! I'll be careful from now on, please let me keep playing with Renren!'

'I'm not scary! I just want to play with all of you...'

The fox that was drifting off to sleep next to Itto was startled when the young oni slapped his reflection on the water again and again, getting both himself and the fox wet. Itto continued until he wasn't sure if his face was wet from his incessant attack at his reflection in the river, or from the tears that never seemed to cease their flow.

In a moment of impulse, the little oni wrapped his hands around one of his horns, pulling as hard as he could to get rid of them.

"Come...on...! I don't...need...my horns...! Get off...of me...! AH—"

Losing his balance, the young Arataki fell face-first into the ground. Groaning, he let go of his horns in defeat before feeling a warmth against his skin. Curious, he lifted himself off of the ground, dusting off most of the dirt and soil that got on his face. Following the source of the warmth, his eyes turned to you.

You were beautiful— holy, even. Itto had never seen such a divine being such as yourself. He watches as your hand gently floats over the injured fox he saved, its wound healing instantly. His gaze reaches behind you, you had the most beautiful wings he had ever seen.

Scratch that, you were the only person he's seen with wings! Itto was ecstatic, he called out to you without thinking. After all, no one else had wings like you do, much like how he had horns no one else had. Maybe you two shared similar sentiments.

"Hey! Are those wings of yours the same pain as mine!?"

Your attention was immediately caught, such a joyful voice saying such heartbreaking words. His eyes were glowing with curiousity, yet they also looked hollow. Scanning his small frame, your heart sinks as you think about what the young oni has been through.

You motion for him to come towards you, inviting him to sit next to you on the grass. He does so eagerly, wanting to hear your answer. You dip your hands into the river's cold water and gently clean his face, Itto let you.

"Well little one, they're not..."

Itto pouted, his mood sinking once more.

"Of course they're not...everyone probably thinks you're really cool! You can grab the biggest onikabuto on top of trees, right? Man, I wanna do that too!! All I have are these stupid horns..."

You clicked your tongue, who would dare to say such rude words to a child? Oni or not, Itto was still a kid, trying to get by with his day to day life by himself.

"Now who told you that? Your horns look beautiful, they fit you very well."

Itto was confused, he had never heard anyone tell him that.

"Hey, uh...you're not like, blind, are you?"

You chuckle, carefully removing the leaves and twigs stuck in the young oni's hair.

"I'm not, it's the truth. I'm sure you'll be a very handsome oni when you grow up."

He huffs at you, "I don't wanna be an oni! Humans don't play with oni! You're not human, right? You can play with me!"

"I'm afraid I'm very busy, little one. But one day, I'll make it up to you. We'll fly around high places, run around and help people, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious foods!"

The stars were in Itto's eyes, he failed to notice your wet hands trying to detangle through the bird's nest he called hair— that or he didn't mind you accidentally tugging at his hair while you tried to comb through it.

"Really!? You promise!?"

"Well, only in one condition."

Itto pouted but waited for your deal.

"I want you to take care of yourself while I'm gone, and don't try to pull out your horns, okay?"

"But I hate my horns! People say they're ugly and that I'm a monster! It's not like they're wrong...stupid, ugly horns..."

Itto looks down at his clenched fists, tears pricking at his eyes once more. But this time, he feels your gentle touch under his chin, making him look up at you.

"Listen here, little one."

Itto bit his lip, not used to such intense eye contact, despite your eyes holding nothing but a warmth that felt like home to him, even if he's never really had one.

"I don't know what they said to you, but you're brilliant the way you are. I don't see those ugly horns you're talking about, I see a beautiful crimson crown. A symbol of pride, a testament to what you are; the one and oni."

"...Was that a pun?"

You laugh lightly, Itto pouted once more before laughing with you.

Once laughter died down, you lead Itto to the river, encouraging him to look at his reflection.

Clean and fresh, hair neatly brushed and horns at full display. Itto takes in how different he looked, how his horns seemed to shine proudly against his white locks of hair.

"See? And I'm sure you're a wonderful person too, little one. Horns and all."

For once, Itto was quiet.

Thoughts went through his head, comprehending everything that had just happened. He used his brain so much, he fell asleep.

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You carry the little sleeping oni in your arms, taking him to a nearby village where one of your most dedicated followers lived, she was peculiar woman, and you were certain she'd take the little oni in and raise him with the love and care he deserved.

You knock on her door.

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Itto wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar woman offering him a bowl of porridge, it took a little bit of back and forth before Itto gave in. Looking around, he sees something on the desk next to the bed.

It was a comb, and a note.

"Take care of yourself, my one and oni. We can play together when time allows it.

~ Your Winged Friend"

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"And after that, Granny Oni told me all about our creator, and that's when I decided I'd make sure my hair's always perfect!"

Itto's boisterous laugh fills the teapot as Aether hums.

"Wow...Teyvat's creator really is something, huh?" Paimon comments, but Itto disappeared. Looks like their creator has logged in.

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Itto looks down at the ground below him, soon feeling the warmth that told him his creator was ready to go exploring with him once more. Jumping off, the wind glider opens.

Flying in the skies, helping people, and eating good food. He owed it all to you.

Arataki Itto loves being an oni.

Arataki Itto loves his horns.

Arataki Itto loves you.

Ayyee! A bit of a more normal but a funny Genshin yandere men thing: Now hear me out, you're a highly advanced shapeshifter (can shapeshift into anything, anyone, any animal, any bird, any bug even) who's got a yandere man on your tail, and to keep it simple, everytime they successfully get you and lock you away, you just shapeshift into a tartigrade (an indestructible microscopic organism) and escape or you could blend in with other organisms and evade capture! Your yandere has absolutely no idea who they're dealing with as the cycle of find, capture and escape is almost endless. I really like the category thing you did and if you categorized this that would be awesome, but take your time, I can wait 👍

Oh, this is such an interesting idea!

Somehow he always manages to catch you by pure, dumb luck and when he does he begs you to turn into a cool-looking onikabuto: Itto

It's a challenge he'll gladly accept; probably turns it into some sort of game of cat and mouse: Childe

Wait, how did you do that? What's going on? His whole world is rocked when he realizes you can shapeshift and is at a temporary loss: Chongyun, Gorou, Bennett

You may be able to shapeshift, but your true scent will always remain. Even if it's hidden under other scents, he'll still manage to sniff you out. Sometimes he's quick in finding you. Other times...not so much. But he'll do whatever it takes to have you back: Kazuha, Razor

He finds your ability to be very interesting and wants to see what else you can do. So keep shifting into various things; he'll commit all of your moves to memory and plan accordingly: Kaeya, Xingqiu, Zhongli

He thinks it's a unique skill and wants to study and record every aspect of it. Be a dear and show him all that you can do, won't you?: Dottore, Baizhu, Albedo

He's more annoyed by your unique abilities than impressed. Once you're back with him, you won't be escaping anytime soon. He'll make sure of it: Scaramouche, Xiao

Why can't you just cooperate? :( He hasn't done anything to hurt you. All he wants is for you to stay by his side. If there's something bothering you, tell him and he'll fix it. He wants to do better for your sake, so please don't shapeshift and run away. Talk to him: Thoma, Diluc, Dainsleif

It's troublesome, but what can you do? Who is he to take away your freedom of shifting? Go wild! But please make sure to come back to him. It wouldn't be very nice if you left your dearly beloved all alone: Venti

He's already busy with all sorts of work, so he can't afford to lose you all of the time. Tries to find clever ways to keep you by his side without it seeming like you're stuck in captivity. Thoma probably entertains you (and goes searching for you) when he can't: Ayato

I hope this queue thing works bxjdhdhd

Part 1, part 2

Don't touch me.

Xiao's breaths are quiet, almost unheard. He stays huddled against the cold stone of a statue, eyes distant and unaware of his surroundings. If he tries hard enough, if he crouches low and closes his eyes and puts his hands over his ears, he can almost remember the sight of your blood staining his spear— the same spear you had blessed him with to kill demons and defend Teyvat with, not be the one to almost end your vessel's life.

Don't touch me.

That is what you had said— what you had screamed at him, at all of them when you woke up days later after the Incident, tended to by Teyvat's best doctors from all the nations and even the archons themselves bending twice over to aid you.

Xiao can't forget the raw fear he saw in your eyes; it's an image burned into his mind, and he is unable to forget it. He doubts anybody is able to forget it, if the way some of your acolytes are acting is anything to go by. The archons are tearing themselves apart to make you see how regretful, how apologetic they are. But Xiao, privately, in a quiet little corner of his mind, thinks that they deserve your hatred the most, second only to that monster—

But then Xiao remembers that was his spear that was about kill you, and he knows that it is him who deserves your hate the most. Him, your would-be murderer.

He knows this and yet it still hurts worse than his karmic debt to see how you avoid him, avoid even looking in his direction and much less speaking to him. You don't speak much, actually, despite how many of your worshippers try to get you to talk to them, to forgive them, to engage you in any form of communication they can. But you don't.

You don't speak, you don't explore, you don't eat, you don't ask for anything even if you're clearly hurt and your bandages need to be changed. You are but a tired shade of yourself, unable and unwilling to trust them and Xiao can't blame anybody but himself for it.

If only he hadn't listened to that demon's orders, if only he recognised you when it mattered. Why didn't he know that you were his true Creator, why did he fail you so badly? Why did he listen to them but not you?

Xiao scrubs a rough hand across his face, uncaring for his tears. He wants to go now, to some deep dark corner of Liyue and hide away and yet— he finds himself still lingering by your statue, sitting and cradling a glaze lily in your palms.

He knows that it is shameful of him, to commit such an act and yet still be unable to face the consequences. He knows that he should go, he's already done enough damage, has already hurt you enough—

But he looks into the kind gaze of your statue and yet all he sees is you, scared and cowering from him.

He knows he should just go already, but Xiao still finds himself once more kneeling.

He weeps for what could have been and what he ruined with his bare hands and his tears leave cold stains on your statue's lap.

This is what i deserve, he mourns silently. I brought this on myself and I have no one else to blame.

Part two of this hehehehe yknow i actually planned and had written something for xiao as part two bust decided to make that one part three instead hehe fair warning this is shit but it's all that i could do at this point

Each step you take is light; you remain careful as you walk over green grass and even greener leaves, the occasional twig snapping quietly. Birds chirp among the trees and finches fly around, a truly serene sight— 

If only you didn't hate it all. 

You can feel them watching you, gazes unwavering and unrelenting, digging deep into your skin. You almost feel like a prey, despite knowing exactly why they're so focused on you.

They're guilty.

You scoff to yourself, a glare on your face. They still have the audacity to feel guilty, to kneel and beg for forgiveness as if a little sorry can just make you forget months of beings hunted, of beings hated and attacked and hurt and nearly killed—

The deep wound on your stomach, covered by thick bandages, pulses as if it can still feel the way Xiao's spear had— it had—

No. No. You didn't, you don't want to remember how—

Desperately, you press your hand against your mouth and close your eyes. Like this, you can pretend it never happened. Like this, your world can get quiet and still and silent and you can pretend you're elsewhere, maybe the park near your home, maybe your mother's gardens, anywhere but here surrounded by your murderers and killers.

At least you haven't seen hair or hide of that monster. You had not dared ask about them and the monsters here did not mention them at all.

"Your grace?"

Klee is tugging on your hand, worried eyes peering up at you. She has a frown on her face, an unusual and unnatural expression to see on her and despite everything you feel your heart lurch in concern for her. "Why," she begins, voice hushed and lips trembling. "Why are you crying, your grace?"

Oh, you're crying.

You blink at her, roughly wiping your tears away. They still continue to fall, and your hands still shake when you cup her face and why can't you find it in yourself to smile to soothe her—

"Please don't— don't cry," you stumble on your words, voice hoarse and quiet because your nightmares of that day have you screaming and tearing at your own body every night and you haven't been exactly quiet when dealing with the horrid people that have placed you in this suffocating teapot, even if it is to help you heal better. "Don't cry, Klee, please,"

"But you're sad. Klee hates seeing you so sad," Klee sniffs, wide eyes welling with tears. You know that had it not been for almost all of the adults telling the kids not to hug you because of your injury, she would've by now thrown herself in your arms.

"I'm not sad, Klee," you say but it's a lie and you both know it. "I—"

"Klee!" Jean calls for the girl as she jogs over. She kneels immediately, not looking in your eyes. "I am so sorry, your grace, I told her not to bother you but she must've—"

You don't listen to her. You can't listen to her because you can still remember how she'd once pointed her sword at you, hatred swimming in her eyes.

You turn your back to her and leave.

There are more people in the teapot's mansion than you remember, than you feel comfortable with, and they all try to reach out to you but you brush past them shoulders tense and hands shaking.

You want to be alone.

"Your grace, wait! Your injury—" someone's hand, gloved and yet coldcoldcold clasps around your wrist before you could bump against the door handle to your room.

You glare at Zhongli even as you tremble, barely able to hold back a horrified sob, a scared scream because you can still remember all too well how your windpipe gave way under his cruel hold.

"Don't touch me." You say, voice as hallow as your monstrous twin's eyes had been. They must be happy, you think. They must be beyond happy at my state.

"Don't touch me, Zhongli. Don't ever touch me."

And not even his tears soothe the aches in your heart nor the bleeding of your wounds.

Inspired by @myuni-moon, @willowedwisteria, @lovelornobsessions, @versadies <3333

Warnings: graphic description of violence.

Death has cast her gaze on your wretched body.

Each puff of breath you take burns in your tired lungs, your legs long since unable to carry you any further. You were so tired but you still—

You still wanted to live.

A choked sob catches in your throat, raw and painful. Your hands scrabble over stone and dirt and snow, desperate for anything but that useless, pathetic hope is crushed into a hundred pieces when a foot pressed down, hard, on your thin wrist.

Xiao's golden eyes peer at you with just a twinge of pity but you don't want his pity, you want his mercy. Mercy from a painful death and from the hatred you'd been a recipient to ever since you found yourself in Genshin Impact, wonder and excitement all but lost when someone wearing your face declared you an imposter and demanded your head on a platter.

Cracked lips fall open, a gasp tearing from your chest like tearing flesh off bones. Your tears blur his face into another unrecognisable person, ready to be your judge, jury and executioner for a crime uncommitted yet blamed all the same on you.

Hands, golden lined and colder than Dragonspine itself clasp around your neck faster than you can sob out more pathetic pleas. You swear you can feel Zhongli bending the bones from his grip alone, your windpipe slowly, achingly giving way under his fingers yet it doesn't compare to the sheer pain you feel at the hatred in his eyes when he stares down at you.

Only a sick gurgle escaped past your lips, just as ugly as what you've become.

"Thank you, darlings," the monster wearing your skin finally appears in all their splendid glory and followed by more "loyal acolytes", smiling so serenely you would've thrown up what little food you'd eaten had it not been for your current predicament. "Still not going to repent? To ask for my frogiveness? To shed this shameful skin of yours?"

This skin is mine! You want to shriek. You want to claw at their eyes and their stolen body to see if behind it all was blood and bone or just an empty abyss. This skin is mine!

"Xiao?"

His attention is immediately on them, even the pity now long gone. You are still staring at Zhongli's eyes and it feels as though the sun itself has turned its back on your. "Yes, your excellency? What can this lowly servant do for you?"

Your monstrous twin sighs, as though they feel genuinely bad. Lies, lies, lies, liar—

"Kill them for me. Make their last breath be a scream."

Zhongli's hands falls away and you are not even granted the privilege of one breath before Xiao's spear— the one you gave him— is lodged deep in your stomach.

You scream just as the beast wearing your flesh demanded— your scream is liquid horror; it is a sound deep from the corners of the abyss where monsters lurk and the sun doesn't shine; your scream lets him— lets everyone— know that by cutting you, they are cutting themselves; lets them know that that true sound is one that can be found within them, yet by their own hands they've blackened every vision oh happiness and joy you could have shown them.

Golden ichor covers the ground, your bruised body, your hands. You cough it up your raw throat and beyond the haze of painpainpain, you feel even more hands descend on your writhing body. They plea and beg and grovel to you and even beyond that, there is another shriek but you can no longer tell if it is your or somebody else's.

You meet Xiao's golden eyes, and they stare at you in muted horror and regret. You want to laugh but all you do is choke on even more blood as you're picked, as a maelstorm of healing hydro and anemo surrounds you.

Death has cast her gaze on your wretched body, yet she turns away from you all the same.

So I was listening to the prince of Egypt soundtrack when I got an idea, imposter au (the one where there’s a legit imposter that’s posing as you) x the prince of Egypt, specifically the Plagues song.

I know it sounds crazy and like it wouldn’t fit, BUT think about it, God darling sending messages to the imposter telling them to knock it off or else, the imposter decides to be a lil shit and wants to see what this “or else” is.

Immediately, reader starts off plaguing the nations like in the prince of Egypt. Cursing their crops and whatnot and sparing and protecting those who they seek innocent in this and the believers who don’t believe the imposter. On the last night of the plagues, instead of killing the first borne or whatever, instead reader raises the characters most loved dead person to shame them for their actions while the people who looked like reader who have been murdered drag out the imposter to face the real god, reader

Oh, anon I love this idea!

I will confess I've never seen the prince of egypt, haha, but I'll do my best to answer this!

Fyi, I love a morally grey reader so...

Darling already knew who they were - the Creator.

So when they heard of an imposter posing as them, they were furious.

Residing in the Abyss, they had been talking out negotiations for the Prince to hopefully not destroy Teyvat - after all, it was your beloved creation.

As Darling sees the Archons of Liyue and Mondstadt bowing down to the imposter, practically tripping over themselves to please them.

How dare they?

After all, a heretic using darling's name to command the archons was against the Creator themselves.

So Darling decides to take is slowly.

They send visions - dreams - to the imposter. They slowly ruin the silk flowers that the silk clothing the imposter comes from - the farmers are not spared. They were the ones to willingly provide the silk, after all. Many starve to death.

The imposter doesn't heed their words.

However, Zhongli has started to have doubts. Whenever he mentions bringing a gift to his god, the sources of the gift start to vanish. He had doubts about his god's personality - after all, it didn't match what the scriptures said about their kindness and generosity. But he didn't act on them, as it would be absolute treason.

As the imposter learns of what has been happening, they see Zhongli hesitate to serve them on his knees, and they throw a fit of rage.

"How dare you! I am the Creator!"

And Zhongli leaves their side.

Venti hesitates to leave however, having already spent too much time with the... imposter? Creator? to have so easily abandoned them. After all, they'd visited Mondstadt first.

Darling is furious at this.

They send a wave of plague to Mondstadt, only sparing the innocent.

Jean struggles to deal with the outbreak, running straight to the imposter to beg for a miracle.

The imposter cannot do anything.

However, the children are miraculously spared. Those who were too young to fully understand that the imposter was someone supposedly 'important', who didn't bow down to them...

Parts of Teyvat start to flee to the only Creator's temple, begging for protection.

This satisfies Darling, somewhat.

After all, less and less people are running to the imposter - who resides elsewhere.

As people start to die in droves, those who reside in the temple seeking your protection - those who never prostrated themselves at the imposters feet - are safe. None show any symptoms of the diseases, and they are all granted great kindness in the face of your wrath.

The imposter refuses to move, but their great mass of followers has dwindled.

You listen to the stories of those who sought refuge - apparently, the imposter has been killing off those with any resemblance to you. You shake in rage.

How dare they exert their power, pretending they are you?

You raise a hand, summoning those recently dead, and pick out those who were murdered by the fanatics who followed the imposter's teachings.

And with them, you teleport into the home of the imposter - which has been almost entirely abandoned.

The only one who remain are Venti, Jean, Kazuha, Diluc, Kujou Sara, and Ei.

Eyes cold and stormy, you summon another wave of dead.

Venti crumples to his knees, eyes wide, as a look-alike of him appears. He sobs for forgiveness, but his twin only shakes his head, turning away coldly.

Jean feels like a little kid again when she sees her family - the ones she sought so desperately to please - look at her in disgust. What did she do wrong?

Kazuha feels his blood go cold when Tomo appears again. Tomo's usually bright smile is sinister. Tomo grabs his shoulder, nails pressing in, as he hisses, "I am so, so disappointed in you. I hate to have to call you friend." He can't bear to try and remove the hand from his shoulder.

Diluc's mask cracks as he sees his father standing in front of him. Like he was never killed. But his father only scowls at him. "I have no words for you. A Khaenri'an traitor was a better son then you." And he weeps.

Ei sees her twin appear again, and she steps forward in shock as her twin stares at her. A sad frown appears on her twin's face, and she turns away. "I thought I could trust you with our creator. I was wrong."

Sara has none that she attached herself to easily - the life of a general was not a social one. But her devotion to her Archon causes her to watch in shock as the mirror to Ei gives her a cold stare as well.

As those killed in the imposters name move forward, the imposter is dragged out of their home, screeching.

Their words are empty now, face bone white.

They know who they've angered.

They are executed on the steps of your temple, as a warning to those who actually try to impersonate you. As for the rest of the imposter's remaining followers? They are left to endless drown in their own sorrow - day after day, they are trapped in a cycle of misery and pain.

You easily replace Barbatos and Ei with a flick of your hand. Teyvat listens to your will. Morax is spared, but just barely. He now carries a scar you inflicted upon his face - a reminder of what happens when one forsakes the Creator.

You return to the Abyss, and smirk.

Next time, they should've worshipped you. Imposters are not tolerated in Teyvat. And no matter how many you must kill and drown in sorrow, you will get the awe and worship you deserve.

The Immovable Object

Desc: He is the oldest of your followers. Won’t you love him?

Characters: Zhongli

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Duty

Desc: Villain!AU for SAGAU - Darling is hunted down by the Archons of Teyvat, but recruits the Fatui harbingers in their quest to bring the Archons back down. In this they are the Creator - the Archons just kinda assumed and were wrong.

There is death in here and Darling's kinda apathetic towards the idea of murder.

“Your Grace, preparations have been completed.” Scaramouche stood at the Creator’s side, intently studying the paper a Fatui subordinate had just passed to him. “In no time at all, we should be ready to depart Snezhnaya. I suspect we will land in Fontaine first - the Fatui have been most well received there.”

“Thank you, Scaramouche.” The Creator turned to look at him. “It has always been a pleasure working with you, but you’ve far exceeded any of my expectations lately.”

Scaramouche’s face pinkened slightly - the closest his puppet body could get to a blush.

“Your Grace, it is simply our duty as Teyvat’s Creations to serve you. There is no need to humble yourself down to our level.”

The Creator simply laughed, pulling Scaramouche closer. There was no convincing any of the Fatui, let alone their Harbingers, of their human nature despite their title, they had learned that long ago.

“I believe you have done well. Shall we meet up with the other Harbingers? There is a meeting happening today that I was told of…”

“There is. Would you like me to lead you there?” Scaramouche ended up leading them to a brightly lit room with a long table stretching down - enough chairs to accommodate 12 people in total, with a single throne sitting at the head of the table.

The Tsaritsa was absent from the throne, and instead the other 10 Harbingers sat in the chairs surrounding the table.

“I came to check on the progress - are we ready to move out?”

“Absolutely, your Grace. The Tsaritsa may have failed you, but the Fatui will not.” Signora was the first to stand, brushing her lips against the Creator’s outstretched hand.

The Tsaritsa had been the first of the Seven to go. The Fatui had recognized their Creator - the one they were meant to serve with their lives, and yet she had not.

That was rectified quickly. The Tsarita’s gnosis now was only but a pile of ash in a long forgotten spot in the mountains.

And soon, would the other 6 follow. The Fatui Harbingers had advised - though never assumed to make decisions - the Creator to follow suit with the other 6, and replace them with more qualified people.

Fontaine was second - the Archon of Justice stood at the gates of the luminous city, glowing with the machinery used to keep it afloat. Their claymore was raised in defense, as they eyed the Fatui battlements ready to attack.

“You will not take another step!” They cried. “I will not allow any of those who mock the Creator into this city!”

The Fatui bristled at this - the nerve! - and stepped forward, ready to command their ships and troops to attack, but the Creator held up a hand.

“I will do this myself.”

They stepped forward, holding a hand out.

The Hydro Archon tensed, but when the Creator ceased to take another step, let their guard down in their confusion.

Such a shame that they were so well versed in the art of law only - less fighting experience than those of the war gods.

Within the blink of an eye, the Creator lept forwards, mimicking what Signora had done so long ago to steal the Anemo Archon’s gnosis.

And with a single hit, the Hydro Archon ceased to move.

Their body crumpled, their eyes were wide in shock, and they fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Signora stepped forward at the sign of the Creator, burning their body to ash.

The gnosis flared, before the light in it dimmed, and it too, like it’s owner, softly fell apart out of the Creator’s hand, only dust by the time it hit the ground.

The Pyro and the Dendro archons fell to the Fatui in a matter of moments as well - the Dendro Archon was simply a puppet to the corrupted nobility festering in Sumeru, and although the Pyro Archon was famed for their skill and prowess in battle, they too were no match for the Creator, who simply took their gnosis, before leaving their body to fade in the wind without much trouble.

The final 3 nations, however… they were different.

A lifetime ago, the Creator remembered playing through those nations, eagerly waiting for the next update. They remembered spending days, weeks, months, and finally years with the citizens of those nations, learning their stories and befriending them.

The Tsaritsa had already held Inazuma, Liyue, and Mondstadt’s gnosis’. And so, the Creator would make a show out of this.

A pulse of energy through the Shogun’s Divine Statue alerted Ei to the new presence.

The Creator? Finally come to see the nation’s efforts in appeasing their glory, she supposed.

Morax and Barbatos had undoubtedly felt the energy as well - they were all the most prepared and devout of the 7 nations for their Creator’s arrival. They were the nations who were most devoted, ready to slay any of those who would dare tarnish the Creator’s name.

The 3 Archons stood in front of the statue, their people slowly gathering in front of them, wondering what was happening that warranted the attention of the 3 archons.

The Creator watched this happen, lips curling into a smile. So it seems that none of their nations had received word of the downfall of the other 4. This would make it more interesting, they supposed.

Stepping from the sky on Divine Light that held their presence, they descended onto the platform the 3 archons stood on. The archons all knelt, overwhelmed by the presence of their Creator. None dared to look up - including the citizens who had gathered to witness this judgement unknowingly - so none saw the appearance of the 11 Fatui Harbingers at the edge of the crowd, waiting for an order.

“Your…Grace?” Ei asked hesitantly, raising her head just the slightest.

The Creator had prepared for this, changing their appearance so that it was so bright none could look at it directly. They would not associate them with the ‘imposter’ they had chased across their nations, thirsty for bloodshed.

“I have returned to Teyvat, prepared to judge those unworthy.”

“Unworthy…?” Morax’s eyes narrowed as he considered what the word could mean in this context. “Is this about the imposter who landed in our nations a few cycles of the sun ago?”

Morax was right, although perhaps not quite in the way he imagined. What a pity he’d hit it straight on.

“You are correct in that assumption.” The Creator barely managed to keep their disgust out of their voice, but something seemed to have given it away.

“Have we failed you?”

“You have.” There was no softening the blow that struck them, as they flinched.

“What must we do to repent? Shall we find the imposter and finish them off?”

The Creator’s lips curled in disgust. It seems that they were still blind to the transgressions they had committed. What a shame. This was the final proof that the Archons of this time were not fit to rule over their respective nations.

“You assume too much.” “What-?”

“The Archons are blind. They are not fit to hold the titles of respect that they do.”

The crowd murmured, already turning accusing and betrayed looks towards their Archons. Good. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to execute all of Teyvat in order to right the wrongs committed against you.

“You say you wish to execute the ‘imposter’? How presumptuous of you. How… blind. How you do not see the so-called imposter in front of you bewilders me.”

The Archons finally look up, directly at your burning being as you let the light fade away.

“Hunting The Creator down throughout the nations, attempting to execute them… how shall I punish you for this?”

The Archons knew they had committed a sin worse than any other. Barbatos was the first to flee, already proving himself a coward.

As he tried to run, a frozen blast of ice struck him from the sky, pinning him to the ground as bystanders fled from the rapidly growing patch of ice.

“What a disgusting sight.” Signora stepped forwards, alarming the crowd as they realized her to be the Fair Lady Harbinger. “Good riddance to a rodent infestation, I say.”

As the rest of the Harbingers closed in, the panic turned to desperation, turning towards their Creator. Surely they wouldn’t allow them to die - they were innocent!

The Creator merely scoffed, and held out Barbatos’s gnosis for all to see. As they held out their hand, they exhaled lightly, and the gnosis trembled, before falling to ash like so many others had done.

And Barbatos, writhing on the floor, exhaled along as the last piece of his gnosis faded into dust, before going still, eyes blank.

Ei and Morax both turned towards the Harbingers, horrified.

“Your Grace, how could you allow this?” Morax was the first to question.

“I am only doing as duty tells me to. Once the infestation of Archons is exterminated, new ones will rise in time. And they will be far better rulers than you ever were.”

The Creator turned away, and both Morax and Ei prepared themselves for a fight they knew they could not win.

As the Harbingers closed in, the crowd, overwhelmed with fear, shoved their own Archons forward, ready to sacrifice even their own rulers to preserve their own lives.

“Disgusting. However, they aren’t even worth the attention it’d take to kill them, so I’ll allow them to live. For now.” The Creator scoffed.

The Harbingers, fueled with bloodlust, lept forwards, and from the screams in the crowd, they knew that the Archons were gone.

Their duty was done - they had balanced Teyvat back out again. Neither light nor dark should prevail - and neither should take things into their own hands in the name of their God.

So, they left. There was nothing left.

In time, the world would right itself again. New archons would rise and fall - under the purview of Celestia. But for now, they were content to see the people of Teyvat scramble, desperate to look for an Archon to serve or to redeem themselves in the eyes of their God.

The Creator knew what they did not. They were such lesser beings that The Creator no longer cared enough about them to punish them - they were less than the ants crawling on the walls.

And so, the world would go on.

And the Creator would view it all with an indifferent gaze.

That was their duty.

for scara "am i bothering you, my lord? i just felt really lonely..." 🙏

notes: yandere, afab reader, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome

There’s a hand on your head before you know it. A firm presence that strokes, calming and possessive. You don’t have to look up from your position on the floor, carefully kneeling on a cushion next to his seat, to know what expression is is on his face. Possessive and pleased. A smile, though not exactly a nice one, even on his better days. 

You lean into his touch and shift on the cushion, hoping to get more comfortable. If he hasn’t kicked you out already, it means he’s in a good enough mood. You might be able to coax him into a walk in the gardens later, if you play your cards right. 

And you do so want to play your cards right with your husband. 

You don’t know when exactly everything began to shift. When you stopped feeling like your stomach was constantly empty, being twisted and pulled in every direction. When your everyday activities morphed from anxiety-inducing expectations into simple habits. 

When you stopped feeling like a captive and started feeling like a wife. 

Was it when you felt ill, and he deigned to stay by you through the worst of it? Spooning broth into your mouth and wiping your face with cool, amp rags? A soft, affectionate move that had caught you by surprise. The gestures had seemed foreign on his face, and you wondered for ages whether or not one of your ladies or perhaps a servant had suggested it to him.

Was it when he offhandedly confessed that the thought of entertaining a particular traveling noble made him want to electrify his own eyes out, and the pair of you conspired to get the man drunk--and thus, off to bed and out of his hair--as quickly as possible? It was childish, silly even. You poured cup after cup and Scaramouche said nothing as his guest became absolutely sloshed. That night you even laughed about it together, snickering, warm under the covers of your shared bed.

Little moments, bit by bit, that paved over the reality of your situation and gave it something more palatable in your mind. Something you could work with and live with, possibly even enjoy. 

And if you no longer shy away from his hands, if you call him husband without a bitter taste on your lips, if you do your best to keep him pleased and reap the results... can you be blamed? 

You know it’s wrong. Deep down. You’re not stupid. 

If you think about your situation for too long, you know what you’ll find. Underneath the layers of crafted moments, the shiny veneer that you’ve painted onto your heart. 

You’ll find a different you that wants to positively scream and fight at every turn. A different you that wants to throw up at the thought of being around Scaramouche willingly, one that would never initiate affection... much less crave it from his hands. A different you that bore his punishments, his stings and shocks, grinding your teeth to avoid giving him the satisfaction of audible pain. 

But you can’t live like that forever. You tried. You tried for as long as you could, rebelling against him, rebelling against the life he’d forced you into. You were tired of being pushed down, mentally and physically. Tired of being sad. Tired of feeling like you’d never escape.

So now? You don’t want to escape. 

Now you want him to touch you, to praise you. To shower you with gifts, though he still holds them over your head if he finds you’re being too needy. What do you need to see your family for, when he’s just gifted you an expansion to the gardens or a much-coveted visit to a local festival? 

Now you want to peel back the layers of Scaramouche, taking them off like marital robes, until you reach the Kunikuzushi underneath. Imperfect and clay-like. Unfinished. You want to see what makes him work and makes him stall and fill the gaps in him with something of yourself.

“My wife is lonely,” he murmurs, and his fingers still in your hair. “I’ll have to rectify that, won’t I?” 

You look up, finally, and your stomach doesn’t twist at the sight of his lidded eyes gazing down at you. Instead, your heart feels lighter and you reach up with your own fingers to intertwine them in his.

“But you already have.” 

Title: Protectorate.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 2.2k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Death/Violence, Blood, Controlling Behavior.

The first time you met Kunikuzushi, there was an arrow embedded in his left shoulder, and he was covered in his own blood.

It took you most of the day to carry him home, his small form draped across your back, his eyes open, but glazed over, too unfocused to be any sign of meaningful consciousness. The sun had set, by the time you reached your little farmhouse, and you deposited him in the decrypt barn before approaching the door. You didn’t reach for the knob, or knock, just pressing your ear to the wood, holding your breath as you listened. You head footsteps, the muffled sound of someone idly strumming a shamisen, and you sighed, giving yourself another moment of quiet reprieve before slipping inside, grabbing the cloth sack you kept in your bedroom and making your escape.

You’d rather spend the night listening to your father’s music, or sitting in front of the hearth as your brother read out the ancient legends and poems he’d always been so sickeningly fond of, but that was for another time. You had to be thankful that no one would bother you, tonight.

By the time you returned to the barn, Kunikuzushi was wake, sitting up and struggling with the shaft of the arrow. Without thinking, you rushed to his side, prying his hands away from the weapon and forcing them against the sheet he was lying on. “Please,” You started, before he could think to struggle against you. “If the head breaks off, I might not be able to get it out. I won’t be able to help you.”

You expected him to argue, to glare, but he only stared up at you, his dark eyes still wide, still bleary. Like a child, being scolded for the first time. “I don’t…” His voice was shaking, unsteady. He probably needed water, and a decent meal. You couldn't be sure how long it'd been since he last had something to drink. “It hurts. I want to get it out.”

“I can help with that.” He was bleeding, again, but you tried not to show your concern, smiling and squeezing his hands. “If you’re willing to let me.”

It took a few seconds, a few nervous glances towards his tattered robes, but eventually, he nodded, just starting to relax. You let go of him, hesitantly, and started to work.

“Do you know who did this to you?” You asked, tearing away the fabric that surrounded the injury. The arrowhead was completely embedded, more so than any self-inflicted wound or stray shot could’ve been, and his breath hitched as you took the arrow by the shaft, breaking it into two pieces as carefully as you could and discarding the second half. You felt him shift, trying to see what you were doing, but you caught his chin before he could, forcing him to stare straight ahead. You should’ve done this earlier, in the woods, while he was still unconscious. “I’ve treated a few hunters, but I’ve never seen anything this… thorough. Go and get yourself into trouble with the wrong people, stranger?”

You fished your scalpel out of your bag, wrapped in its own piece of burlap. He must’ve tried to remove it before you found him, judging by the amount of torn skin around the injury, how difficult it was to decipher where the arrow had first made contact. You tried to be precise, to only cut away what you were sure you had to cut away, but your incision could only be so small, so shallow, and Kunikuzushi still winced, dropping his gaze to his lap, hesitating before he answered. “I think it was one of my friends.”

You paused. “Your friends?”

“I mean, they weren’t trying to hurt me.” At least he was distracted, too preoccupied with himself and what he was saying to notice you putting down your scalpel. The pliers were next, crude but accurate, just barely small enough to latch onto the base of the arrowhead, where iron met the wood. “They were trying to help me. They said it would make me stronger, and if I’m stronger I can—”

You pulled, and Kunikuzushi’s words died into a low, terrible groan. You fished out your bandages, taking up what you could and pressing against his injury to stop the now-steady bleeding. You should’ve left to fetch fresh water, at that point, or gotten something to clean him up with, but his hand clasped over yours, keeping you in place with a grip stronger than you’d expected it to be. “They were trying to make me stronger. They said this would make me stronger.”

You brought your free hand to his other shoulder, rubbing gently. “I believe you,” You said, slowly, trying not to startle him. “I’m just trying to make sure they don’t kill you, in the process.”

He hadn’t been smiling, but his frown deepened. His grip loosened, though, his hand eventually sliding under yours, taking the clump of bandage, and you were allowed to stand up. You moved to brush yourself off, but thought better of it, curling your fingers into your palms as you turned away from him, starting towards the barn’s entrance. “I’ll get you some water, and something to eat. We don’t have much, but it’ll fill your stomach. My brother should have something you can wear, too.” You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he settled into place, pulling his knees into his chest and attempting to lift his left arm, only to drop it back to his side almost immediately. “You’re going to have to rest for a few days. It’s not a shallow wound, and it looks like you lost a lot of blood. It’s going to take some time before you’re able to use that arm, again.”

“I heal quickly,” He said, quickly, but he sounded unsure. “I don’t need anything, either. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Let me be selfish, then. I brought you here, so you’re my responsibility, which means taking care of you is also my responsibility.” You’d never closed the heavy, sliding door, but you lingered in the doorway, giving him time to relax. Giving him time to start to trust that you were coming back. “And that means I have to see it through, right?”

He didn’t answer, not immediately, not until the tension in his shoulders began to fade, a fraction of his rigidity breaking into something else, something softer.

His response came a second later, breathy and mumbled, but no less gratifying for its delay.

“Right.”

~

The tenth time Kunikuzushi visited, he brought a man you didn’t know and tea imported from Liyue. He let himself into your farmhouse, and his friend waited outside.

His robes, thin and formless and dully colored, were gone, by now, replaced with rich silks, golden ornaments, veils made with such a fine material, you were forced to occasionally wonder how much you would be able to get for a length of it at the marketplace. He held himself differently, with more confidence than you’d ever thought him capable of, and while you wanted to be happy for him, you couldn’t help but miss the Kunikuzushi who used to follow after you for hours on end, staring up at you with those big, dark eyes and offering to lend you another pair of hands despite the fact that you both knew he had no talent for housekeeping. Despite the fact that you would've been just as happy with his company as you were with his help.

He didn’t follow you, anymore, and his pride was no longer such a small thing as to accommodate household chores. He watched you from your small table, instead, as you boiled water and brewed his newest gift, placing a clay mug in front of him when you were done. You held your own as you sat down, eager to keep your hands on its warm surface. The days were growing cold, and there was only so much wood you could justify wasting on yourself. You’d have to wait until the rest of your family returned before you could light the hearth.

Kunikuzushi waited for you to start. His pride was no small thing, and his patience had grown to adjust to it. “You cut your hair.”

“It was the only practical decision.” As eager to talk as ever, despite his hesitation. “Electo if volatile. If there’s anything flammable nearby, it’s bound to—”

“No, I mean you cut your hair. Without a mirror, from what I can see.” You bent over the tabletop, idly toying with a portion of his fringe, nearly an inch shorter than its twin on the opposite side. “What happened? It looks like someone took a pair of shears to your head, and you let them.”

He batted your hand away, but it was a half-hearted dismissal. He was smiling, and he made no attempt to hide it. “I’m leaving for Snezhnaya, soon. By the time I visit again, it should be long enough for you to cut yourself, to your satisfaction.”

You tried to smile back, but it faltered quickly, and you but your mug to your lips, instead. “You might have to come and find me on the mainland, by then.”

His expression dropped. “What do you mean?”

“It’s really nothing,” You assured, forcing yourself to let out an airy laugh before you went on. “He’s a merchant, and he just starting doing business on our island, and he’s… You have to understand, Kuni’, he’s so wealthy, and when he offered to marry me, I couldn't—”

“You’re betrothed.”

You pushed your shoulders forward, shrinking into yourself. “I am.”

“Why?” He slammed his palms against the table, rattling the mugs. You managed to steady your own, but his toppled over, spilling tea over the wood and onto the floor. He didn’t seem to notice, but you cringed, knowing you’d have to clean it up later on. “I can give you mora, gold, whatever you need. You don’t have to run off with some bastard behind my back and—”

“I need more than mora. There are healers on the mainland, real healers. People who can do more than gather herbs and… I don’t know, carve out arrowheads.” Another laugh, this one sardonic, exhausted. “You know my father needs care. His sight is getting worse, and his health is failing, but he keeps taking work, and neither I nor my brother can convince him to stop. He needs more care than I can give him. My brother will finally be able to attend an actual academy, too. This isn’t something I can walk away from.”

He was standing, now, lording over you. “And that’s worth whoring yourself out to a man you don’t even know?”

“I do know him. He introduced himself while he was on our island, and we’ve been exchanging letters.” Anxiously, you began to play with the hem of your sleeve, but stopped yourself quickly, pulling your hands into your lap, instead. “He’s a kind man. I don’t love him, but he’s prepared to take my family in, and—”

“Damn your family, this isn’t about them. I want to know why you think you can just leave me—”

“Get out.”

Kunikuzushi blinked. “What makes you think—”

“I’m getting married, Kuni, by my own volition. I have no interest in listening to you question my choices or insult my family. We don't have enough food. We don't have enough wood. If I turn down this offer, I'll be responsible when my family finally freezes to—” You looked away. “Just get out. I don't want to have to ask you again.”

He looked like he was going to say something, for a second.

Then, he turned on his heel, and left your farmhouse entirely. You could hear him say something to his friend, but you couldn’t make out the words. You didn’t really try to.

You allowed yourself one deep, long breath, forced yourself to stand, and went back to your chores, praying your wedding day would come soon.

~

On his next and final visit, Kunikuzushi arrived while you were at the marketplace, while your father was at home and your brother was tending to him. By the time you returned, smoke was heavy in the air, and there was no sound save for the crackle of the fire and the idle chatter of the friends he’d brought to light it.

The farmhouse was already engulfed, by the time you reached the clearing, smoke already billowing from the windows, the ramshackle roof already burnt-through and buckled in. You should’ve hidden, or ran, or done anything but drop your belongings at the edge of the forest and make a desperate sprint for the charred door, but you couldn’t think, and you couldn’t stop trying, even after he caught you, even after your frantic struggling drew the attention of his guards, his soldiers, soon leaving their makeshift posts to gather around Kunikuzushi, to watch as you clawed at the arms around your waist and shoved at his chest and screamed, cursing his name and calling out for your brother and sobbing until your voice grew too hoarse to do even that.

After your sobs had died down into pathetic cries and your cries had faded into whimpers – only then did one of his soldiers speak, the words stifled by their silver mask. “Is this the commoner, Lord Scaramouche? Should we get the restraints?”

“No. In fact, you and the others can return to the estate. Your help is no longer needed.” He paused, and you felt his hold on you tighten, his lips brush against your shin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “This is my errand. It’s my responsibility.”

You felt his smile, wider than you could ever remember it being, before.

“And that means I have to see it through, right?”

#just a weapon 

—prompt: “I am a knife, a shield, a sword—a weapon. You shouldn’t feel like this for me.” | 5k milestone collab

CHARACTERS. Scaramouche/immortal! Reader, Xiao/mortal! Reader

THEMES. angst. hurt with comfort. reverse comfort. actually this can be either platonic or romantic now that i reread it. 

WARNINGS. will be heavily based on their lores. each character has specific storylines. spoilers utc

NOTES. i almost forgot to write this but due to my new schedule of postings (which can be found on my navi & wip’s), i was able to ehe. also, gorou was supposedly included on this one but i couldn’t find the inspiration to do his aaaaa. anyway, thank you so much again for 5k<3 this is all for you guys! also ps, the reader on xiao’s part is so like me irl when we’re like really close ngl ksksks

SCARAMOUCHE 

is a mere fragment of his own creator who had thrown him aside for someone else. He was nothing. 

But it was also him who uplifted himself, made a name for himself through the Fatui—a new name, even. It was him who had moved forward and never looked back. 

He, of course, wasn’t imperfect—he knew that but refused to acknowledge it. 

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ok i am having serious SAGAU brainrot right now so-

i see a lot of imposter AUs where you’re recognized by the Fatui and Tsaritsa, usually including Foul Legacy Childe but what if ONLY Foul Legacy Childe recognized you? like you ran into the Fatui and Tsaritsa earlier and they thought you were an imposter as well- you survive (barely) and run and they send Childe after you because he’s bound to have a fun time hunting and killing you yeah?

it goes mostly as planned, he tracks you down and confronts you, but he feels something tugging at his senses, poking and prodding at the corner of his brain before suddenly his Foul Legacy transformation bursts out and takes hold of him and suddenly he knows you- that tugging sensation was the Abyssal side of him screaming and crying to not hurt you. he puts down his weapon and leans closer, heart breaking when he sees you scramble away, covered in bruises and cuts, tense and scared beyond words. he warbles and coos gently, reaching out and trying to reassure you, and when you’re in reach he quickly scoops you up and wraps you snugly in his cape (can’t decide if he has wings or a cape,,, maybe both!!), holding you against his chest. he knows everyone else thinks you’re a fake- his own Archon tried to strike you down! but he knows you’re real, you’re the real god, and you’re in so much pain. fuck the Fatui, he doesn’t need them anymore. you’re here, and you’re who he devoted his life to yes?

even if everyone else hunts and hates you, he’ll be your protector.

Kept Jewel

A request done for @vilithshaven and @that-one-lilith <3 this was supposed to be out last night because i put it in queue but then later forgot to put it back there after editing it some fkjejjre

Fyi this is NOT sagau!!

Warnings: yandere content, minor character death of someone who's only there for two seconds, reader is implied afab and uses she/her pronouns, kidnapping and imprisonment.

For as long as you remember, your world had been full of vibrant, bright colors. The grass had always been green and the sky blue and the sun a glowy yellow and thus you had never suspected that it was rather unusual for someone so young to have already met their soulmate— that was because you didn't know about soulmates and the little connection between meeting their eyes for the same time, the world finally blooming in color for the two half-souls that had been separated long before their creation.

You had been an orphan, placed under the tender care of the elders of Higi Village. When you heard the tales they told, you merely assumed they were just that— fairy tales meant to brighten up the children's days and to give them a new game of pretending they could not see colors, using whatever words they could use to describe something without mentioning its color. 

Higi Village, before the curse of Tatarigami completely spread through the land and polluted everything in its wake, before the Vision Hunt Decree and the Sakuko Decree, had been happy to accept visitors and outlanders, often showing them the wonderful sights and the mines and all the cute little trinkets handmade from the ores. 

One such visitor had been the strangest person you'd met— a beautiful boy with long, midnight blue hair, eyes as purple as the Shogun's lightning and Electro yet he'd been so sweet and gentle you had felt ashamed of thinking of him like that. Kunikuzushi, he'd introduced himself, his smile making his eyes crinkle just the slightest bit. A wandering vagrant. 

He has entertaining tales to tell, little superstitions and stories from the rest of his travels and so in return you tell him of your own stories, laughing under your breath when you talk about soulmates and colors. Why wouldn't you? Color has always been visible in your life as far as you were aware, and thus that was more than enough proof for you that soulmates simply did not exist. 

Foolish, young and naive you remains unaware of the bright gleam in his eyes. 

He leaves, eventually. He is a vagrant and a traveller after all, and still has many places to see. He is not the first visitor to grace Higi Village nor is he the last, and so you forget him just as you have eventually forgotten all other visitors. 

But he has not forgotten you. 

He is unable to forget you, the one person who does not know about their soulmate's existence. The one who does not know about soulmates at all. 

That was more than alright for Kunikuzushi or as he goes by now, Scaramouche. You were his; you were clearly meant for him alone— he who has no soulmate, for he is a puppet more than a human and not even the archons can dictate which souls belong to one another, but Scaramouche knows that you and him are meant to be together for how else could you remain so oblivious to the truth if not for the threads tying you two so intricately? If you were meant for whoever had let you see, then they obviously weren't important enough if you have not met them ever again. 

You are his. So he returns to Higi Village, and at what an opportune time, too! The Tatarigami has truly and well stripped the island of all its previous glory, and all the Shogun and her little military had done was create a furnace to harness it, rather than ridding the island of it. All of it means he is right to come for you; he will take you away from this barren island to somewhere safe and secure, where only he may have have access to you—

He finds you amidst his musings, asleep and curled under the shade of a wilting sakura tree. A meagre shelter against the battering rain and the lightning striking the sky in a maelstrom of color, but shelter nonetheless. 

They've kicked you out just as I payed them to. Wonderful. 

He picks you up— and oh, you aren't asleep, but rather passed out. Your body is sweating and heated, and now that he is close enough he could hear how nasally your breath was. You are sick, he realizes with a chuckle. All the better for him, really. With you sick and weak and so clearly starved, it will be easy for him to convince you to stay with him.

And so he took you, sick and weak and vulnerable, back to a place he'd created solely for the two of you. You will be safe here, where nobody but him will ever interact with you; where your soulmate will never find you; where you are far too grateful to have a stable roof over your head and a warm meal three times a day to complain about Kunikuzushi being strangely affectionate with you. 

It makes something cold and uncomfortable curl in your stomach when he holds you, someone practically a stranger to you yet he adores you as though you've known him for centuries. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't eventually forgotten Kunikuzushi in the sea of visitors of Higi Village, but it appears that he has not forgotten you— each night you find yourself in his arms despite how uncomfortable you are, listening to his awful whispers of how he'll keep you by his side for all eternity, of how beautiful you look and how you belong to him.

But it is either this or being left to fend for yourself on an island that is no longer suitable for living and that has kicked you out— you both know this, and so you bite down on your tongue and let him be as affectionate and controlling with you as he wants even if it feels stifling and scary at times.

Scaramouche is not fond of leaving you alone in the mansion, but sometimes needs must. Sure he can order any of the maids that have strict instructions not to ever show their face to interact with you, but he does not yet trust you and them enough not to try and pull some stunt to escape, despite how well-behaved you are and how you're slowly starting to lean into his touches, smiling just a bit and no longer always asking to go outside.

He's sure you'd be horrified if you realized you've come to like your kidnapper caretaker's company, so he doesn't bring it up but nonetheless it still makes him quite smug and all the more convinced of his beliefs. 

He wants your every second of wakefulness and otherwise, he wants your attention and your focus and everything that you have to give and everything that he has to take— these are all reasons why he hates leaving you, but he's still a Harbinger and he has duties to fulfil for her Imperial Majesty the Tsaritsa of Zapolyarny Palace, and among those duties is pest control. 

Certain agents have less loyalty than they should, and some of them often try to do a funny little thing where they sell information to other groups in and outside of the nation of everlasting winter. These agents need to be put down, so to speak, and Scaramouche is here just to do so and then return back to you, his dear unknowing wife.

The Fatui have long since marked out the location of their little hideout, so Scaramouche does not need dally by searching around before he and some of his own men are already tearing it apart, the little traitors soon captured and presented to him. 

He orders the rest, save for their Inazuman leader, to be killed. Let him see what will be his fate as well, he thinks with a nasty chuckle. 

Scaramouche is thinking of you even here— he hopes you haven't gotten bored of all the books he's left for you, or perhaps you're now doing some embroidery? Hmm, while he can't have you speaking with others that doesn't mean he can't give you a little pet to spend your days with— 

Scaramouche doesn’t give the leader a chance to beg for mercy before his Electro has surged through his hands and catalyst. The sooner he kills this little pest, the sooner he can get you back in his arms. 

He expects many things for his return— he does not expect to find you crying and panicking, pacing in circles in your lavish bedroom. Upon seeing him, he is further surprised by you throwing your arms around him and sobbing. 

"Beloved, what's wrong? Has anybody hurt you?-" 

"Kuni, I- I can't see colors anymore, I can't what color is the sky or- or what color your eyes are, everything's black and white," your voice shakes and trembles with your cries. "Why can't I- why can't I see?" 

Scaramouche's mind is reeling with just how good this opportunity is. Your soulmate is dead, and now you can truly, fully belong to him. 

He pulls you even closer, making soft shushing noises and caressing your hair. "I don't know, darling," he lies as easily as breathing— even easier, as he doesn't really need to do the latter to live. "Calm down, my beloved, I'll try to search for a cure and an answer. But for now, stay with me?" 

You are still crying, but that's alright: Scaramouche gathers you in his arms and pretends expertly as though he's as confused and worried as you are when in truth he's quite happy about this new development. 

"Oh my darling wife, it's alright, I have you now," he keeps murmuring to you, smug in the way you don't protest but nod your head. Oh dear, it truly is bothering you huh? "You belong to me, I'll keep you safe and sound, my love. Only stay good for me. . ." 

He takes you to your bed, slow and steady to keep you from asking him to leave. He does not falter in telling you little "assurances", but if the way you keep yourself so unusually close to his side then he knows that you find comfort in his presence and his words. 

Mine. He thinks with delight at feeling you still crying yet keeping your arms around him, so desperate for his comfort and who is he to deny his lovely wife anything her heart wants? 

You're my soulmate. 

“Childe! Give it back!” /// Scaramouche x reader

Thank you to Alyssia or @scaramunch for this headcanon and I do hope the bruise you have get's better darling! Also brought to you by my own scara plushie!

enjoy darlings! <3

༻Scaramouche༺

Cursing yourself for allowing yourself to sleep in and leaving your door open you chased after Tartarglia like your life depended on it, which it didn’t but your pride did. Screaming at him to give the plush he stole from your room back, it would be fine if it looked like a normal plush but no, it resembled the sixth harbinger, Scaramouche. You had a bit of a crush on him and you both exchanged teasing comments and flirts occasionally, never verbally confessing anything. “Childe! If you don’t stop then I swear to Celestia-“ He stopped briefly and turned back to you with a smirk, racing off to the foyer, standing there were a few agents and none other than the balladeer. The reasoning for this plush was simple and embarrassing, but it helped you sleep and it looked cute by your account but now your whole private life was going to be exposed to the one person you never wanted.

“Scara-'' Sighing as he rolled his eyes and dismissed whoever he was talking to, turning to face the ginger. “It is still early so shut up or I’ll shut it for you.” The violet-haired harbinger warned and then saw you running behind the male, throwing you a confused gaze. You couldn’t care less as you jumped and tried to tackle him, climbing his body to try and get back what he stole. Hearing Scaramouche murmur something along the lines of “what the fuck are you both doing?” and looked up to what you were fighting over. “Childe! Y/N! Why are you fighting over something that resembles me?!” Small sparks of electricity cracked off his figure signaling he was done with whatever game we were playing around with.

Childe shrugged you off and proudly smiled, “I don’t know but it looks like a plush of you. I found it in Y/N’s room while she was still sleeping and cuddling with it.” Your face lit up bright red and punched Childe in the arm, adamantly denying it. “You bastard! You snuck into my room and stole it! I found it-“ The balladeer cleared his throat and gathered your attention, wearing a smirk and teasingly gazing at you while holding the plushie version of him. “So it is yours~” At this point, the damage had already been done so you could only hope that he thought it was a joke. “No! It’s not-“ “But if it’s not yours then why did I find you hugging with a smile while you were sleeping. You looked so cute all curled up and being all lovey-dovey with it, I would even go as far as to say you purposely wanted me to find it. Huh, Y/N?”

Now all eyes were on your very flustered expression and the only thought that came to your mind was to run, so you abandoned the plush and ran off in the direction of your room, pleading to the archons that you would make and could just wait it out. “Oh-ho, uh-uh you’re not getting away that easily!” Now the person who you were desperately trying to get away from was chasing you, all it came down to was stamina and who could outrun the other. With the adrenaline coursing through your body you thought you had a pretty good shot, getting tackled just a few feet from your door.

Two hands landed on either side of your head, trapping you against the cold flooring. “You can’t run away now, so tell me why did you have this stupid doll?” His cold violet eyes piercing into yours, averting yours to the side and stammering, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that would get you out of the situation. “I- it’s not stupid. I have it because…” His fingers gripped your chin and turned your face so it was inches away from his, curiosity piqued his interest more than anything.

“What? Cat got your tongue~” Teasing you and eliciting a harsh blush on your cheeks, thinking that you might as well get the hard part over with. “It’s because I love you a lot… and you are so hard to approach. I didn’t know what else I could do, so I did this.” Pouting and looking sideways, not looking at his expression that no doubt had hatred or disgust. “Oh. Is that it?”

Scaramouche huffed and pulled you up, hurrying you into your room and shutting behind you. This was it, he was going to reject you and laugh in your face at how pathetic and stupid it all was, maybe you should’ve just stayed in your room and locked it. To your surprise he pinned you against the wall, “Wha-” Kissing you and effectively shutting you up, you were very confused but returned the kiss happily. His hands cupped your face and tilted your face so he could deepen it, smirking into the kiss.

Eventually tapping his shoulder to signal you couldn’t breathe and breathing in air gratefully, shyly smiling. “Guess Childe isn’t so idiotic after all.” You shook yourself out of the haze you were in and met his gaze, asking for an explanation of what the hell happened. “What? So-” “If you would’ve told me sooner then I wouldn’t have had to chase after you. But I don’t regret this and I get to tell you that I return your feelings.” Smiling at you and pecking your cheek, checking the time and guiding you towards your bed, still unmade and messy from the chase. “We still have some time and you don’t have to use that stupid plushie when you have the real thing.”