— Title; all Of You, All Of Me (intertwined)

The Caretaker

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Childe x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Implied forced marriage, mention of manipulation

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The death of your parents brings new responsibilities to Ayato and Ayaka, who are both preoccupied with running the clan and carrying out various other duties around Inazuma. As young as you are, your older siblings try to ensure that you have some semblance of a childhood before you’re officially given duties of your own to fulfil. Although you have lessons and numerous etiquette classes, you’re given plenty of free time as well. Time you spend flipping through picture books, or playing games with the staff, or simply wandering around the gardens and the nearby forest.

It’s on one of your wanderings that you come across another wanderer called Scaramouche. His fair skin and delicate features enthralls you almost immediately, enough that you find yourself coming back to meet him everyday. Despite the harsh lines on his face and the coolness to his words, you find that he rapidly softens in the face of your gap-toothed smile and rapid chatter. You bring Scaramouche sweets, books, games, and if he’s in a good enough mood, you can even coax him into playing with you for a little while, before he leaves again.

It seems almost natural then, that you should weave a ring of flowers in your childish, fumbling hands and slip it onto his finger with a bright proclamation of, when I’m older, I’ll marry you! Scaramouche turns bright red and sputters incoherently, the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. But you also notice the reverence with which he treats the ring, as though it’s made of precious metal and gems instead of flowers picked from the dirt.

Ayato is relieved when you return home with a spring in your step and a brightness to your smile after one of your numerous outings. He and Ayaka are both busy, and they can’t play with you as much as they used to, and he’s glad that you seem to be in high spirits. His smile dims a little when he finds out the reason for your joy - Older brother, I’m getting married to Scaramouche, and you and older sister are both invited to the wedding!

Ever the protective older brother, Ayato has the Shuumatsuban look into the identity of this ‘Scaramouche’ before he decides on the next course of action. He nearly has a heart attack when he learns that the very person you’ve been demanding to marry is a member of the Fatui.

Play House - Scaramouche

Summary: Scaramouche can’t believe someone of his stature is playing house with you, a mere human. When you insist on him joining you in your pillow fort, he wonders if this game is really worth it. 

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Scaramouche x gn!Reader

Genre: Fully written, hurt/comfort(?), fluff

Word count: 1188 words

Warnings: Swearing, violent urges from Scaramouche, he practically has to resist from killing you lol

A/N: For @xiaosmoon’s holiday writing collab! thank you for letting me participate~

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OKAY IMAGINE A HISTORICAL AU WHERE YOU'RE IN AN ENGAGEMENT WITH ZHONGLI BUT YOU SUFFER FROM UNREQUITED LOVE BC HE LOVES GUIZHONG AND THEN YOU DIE OF HANAHAKI BUT THEN YOU GO BACK IN TIME??? BUT WHAT YOU DONT KNOW IS THAT ZHONGLI WAS SECRETLY ALSO VERY UPSET ABT YOUR DEATH AND ONLY THEN REALIZED THAT HE LOVED YOU AND HE ALSO WENT BACK IN-TIME BUT WHEN HE TRIES TO COURT YOU YOU REJECT HIM EVERY SINGLE TIME MAKING HIM SOMEHOW YANDERE??

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Y/n=your name

L/n= last name

Fem reader btw

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CW: unhealthy relationships , cheating, unrequited love, historical au, death, forced marriage, Yandere and hanahaki content.

Angst to kind of less angst?

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Honestly, never in your life did you think that you were gonna fall in-love.

Yet here you are, weeping over your fiancé who didn't return your love.

You kept coughing and choking on those stupid glaze lilies.

They reminded you of her.

Of guizhong.

They were her favorites, bouquets of glaze lilies decorated every imperial palace.

We're they there just to remind you of your unrequited love? His love for guizhong?

It was practically already known in high society that zhongli didn't love you, he loved another.

The flowers came out of your mouth as you coughed and coughed.

Your lungs felt clogged, as if something was blocking you from breathing.

Dried blood stood at the corners of your lips as well as flower petals that were present on the floor.

Would you grow to hate plants in your next life? Who knows?

Not to mention the corset that was hugging your waist.

It was suffocating, it only made your disease even harder to handle.

Why didn't you pick up the signs he did with his eyes that screamed 'don't come any closer' whenever you leaned in for a kiss? The ‘I don’t like you’ whenever you said ‘I love you’.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain throughout your body, nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

It felt numbing, you couldn't move, as if some kind of poison was injected inside of you.

Was this the end? Was this how you were going to die?

If it is then, i'd just like to say: what a shitty (love) life you've had.

In the end, your love for Zhongli didn’t falter.

And then that was it.

Your vision went from blurry to black, your body went limp and hit the cold floor of the estate you were living in.

Some maids were alarmed by the sound and went to check it out, only to find your dead body, covered in bloody glaze lily petals and flowers.

High society was shocked, a case of hanahaki hasn’t been recorded since a few centuries ago.

News spread fast around the nation of Liyue.

It wasn’t until his friend, tartaglia came to give his condolences when he found out that you died.

Why wasn’t he immediately informed?

Wait, why did he care? Didn’t he want to be with guizhong just the other day?

It was a big shock to Zhongli and while others may have thought that he was delighted to finally end the relationship he was forced to be in.

That was not the case.

He cried and cried because of your death.

He blamed himself fully, he cut contact with guizhong and removed the ever so delicately cared for glaze lilies out of his palace.

He wished that he had paid more attention to you, he would do anything for another chance.

And with that, the next day he woke up as himself 13 years ago, when he was still a teenager, 16.

Funny thing is, as soon as you died everything was a blur.

Your memories flashed in front of your eyes until you awoke 13 years prior to your death.

You were a teenager once again.

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Extra context: you come from one of the most powerful ducal families in liyue.

Zhongli is the prince of the nation and already at the age of 15, had a fiancé.

That fiancé was you, who loved him the moon and back, but he didn’t.

He already loved another, his childhood friend.

Her name was guizhong.

You noticed how he preferred her over you and you tried to get his attention.

He was so polite about telling you about how your love was not reciprocated.

And after a few months of being his fiancé, you started coughing frequently.

One days you coughed out a petal.

It was then that you realized that you had hanahaki.

You tried even harder to make him love you, but it didn’t work.

In the end, you died.

He found out that he had actually fallen for your charms, and now is also the reason you died.

He was so disappointed in himself and stopped contacting guizhong as she just reminded him of your death.

He grew to hate glaze lilies since they also reminded him of your death.

One day, he miraculously went back in time along with you, but neither of you knew that you both had gone back in time.

Oh what adventures were ahead?

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Should I write a part 2???

Also I finally got a fic written, sorry to keep y’all waiting, and I promise that I’m writing your requests.

Scaramouche: Hey Ei wanna know what your sister's pronouns are?

Raiden Shogun: Scaramouche don't get me started on that-

Scaramouche: Was/were

“ sleepy days “

tws // soft scaramouche, literally thats it nothing else

pairing // scaramouche x gn!reader

genre // fluff fluff FLUFF!!!

authors note // ill b posting from time to time! im working on a xiao fic so that might slow down things, also if u wanna be added to a taglist, send me an ask so i can put you there. enjoyy! wc: 0.2k

“mm.. dont go..” scaramouche tugged at your clothing once he felt the bed moving slightly. he is a light sleeper, after all he needs to make sure people dont kill him, you know?

“scaramouche, please. i need to go make breakfast,” you looked back at him, he looked so, peaceful. “i dont wanna get up either-“ you tried to remove his hand from your shirt “then stay here..” he cuts you off, sleepily sitting down beside you and hugging you from behind. planting small kisses around your neck. “stay, please. you can do your stupid work later..” who were you to refuse when he was acting so soft and cute?

“good” kiss “we can” kiss “just sleep in” kiss “for the day” kiss. as if they ended his sentences. 

“since were you such a softie, scaramouche?” you giggled at his actions. he dragged you down back to lay down with him in bed, he tucked the stray hair from your face behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “sorry, i just love you alot” he apologized, nuzzling his head in your neck.

you patted his hair softly and you felt him smile “my my, have i finally won you over?” you ask with a hint of teasing in your tone. “yeah you’ve definitely have.” scaramouche uses his hands to hug you, kissing you on the lips. “i love you” you hear him whisper. he repeats it a few more until you fell asleep from the comfort.

“im not showing it that often am i? i swear, ill protect you forever. and that, cute, infectious smile of yours.”

“Divine Prayers”

(Yandere??? IDK about this really) Scaramouche x reader

A/N: Finally, I’m having Scaramouche brainrots after giving other anime men the majority of my attention. This one is a concept post, formatted similar to this Albedo one. I added a vocabulary section at the end as well!

SORRY FOR NOT DOING MY EVENT REQS I WILL EVENTUALLY

Content warning: Stalking, light religious themes(?), general yandere content(just to be safe, it's pretty mild)

This is not healthy love and is meant to make you uncomfortable.

Scaramouche can never fathom liking, much less loving, anything/anyone related to that woman. Even his delicate, deceitful appearance that granted the little man many advantages is no exception.

Until one seemingly ordinary sunny day, he laid eyes on you by accident, when you were waiting outside a shop in Narukami city. Naturally, it happened when he had to watch over some incompetent subordinates and show them the way of this land.

A shrine maiden. Or, if one wishes to use Inazuma’s local terms, a miko. No other group in Inazuma would wear that distinctive combination of red hakama and white kosode(1) .

You are everything that he is not.

Sheltered and naive, that much the Harbinger can tell from how you carry yourself. Always studying your surroundings with curiosity while keeping a light smile upon those lips, typical behaviour of people who were raised within the confine of four safe walls.

Pitiful thing, he bet you never know how to haggle(2),nor do you have the need to. People like you are often born with silver spoons and grew up thinking there is nothing wrong with worshipping the ground your archon walks on.

You have no idea what despicable, malicious deeds your beloved Electro Archon has done behind her believer’s back.

People like you disgust him, as the way things should be. Yet, somehow that hatred has been blended by some other strange feeling.

It manifests in many forms, unfortunately.

Such as the frustration of not seeing you picking up the blooms from the best florist of Inazuma every week.

Or that urge to unleash his powers upon that mortal that has been taking up a little bit too much of your time and attention in the name of the business.

This feels...off, and out of his control. The balladeer is not a fan of uncertainty.

Had it been anyone else, Scaramouche would not have hesitated to steal you away for himself, at most the second time he felt the strange stir in his supposedly empty chest.

But not you. The “boy” might not fear the archon much, but he owes the pink kitsune lady a great deal. To many’s surprises, the cunning Harbinger is not someone who disregards favours. If you were to go missing, Yae would for sure notice and trace back to him.

So he is left with the only viable option: watching you from afar.

Scaramouche’s sentiments regarding your knowledge of his existence is...conflicted, to put it in simple terms. Obviously, you are none the wiser to his and his trusted underlings’ watchful gazes.

On one hand, as a morally good citizen, you naturally would not want to be associated with the Fatui bad guys. However, you got this enchanting power to make the Fatui Harbinger wonder: What would you think of him, if he were to present himself to you?

There you are again, feeding the foxes near the stairs of the grand shrine. You seem to be able to gain happiness from the smallest things, for example, a colourful bird or a believer thanking you for their good fortunes.

Leisure reading had let him know those mortal women would seek the approval of their mothers-in-law to make sure their marriages are successful.

If...things are different, she would have liked you enough to-

No, since when did these ridiculous concepts appeal to him? It is not like he ever cares for his "mother dearest"'s opinion on anything.

Looks like a negotiation meeting with Yae Miko is in order. Maybe he would get that item for her so he can finally have you without worries.

(1)

red hakama(noun): long trouser-like skirt tied with a bow

white kosode(noun): kimono robe

(2)

Haggle(verb):dispute or bargain persistently, especially over the cost of something.

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.

❛MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.❜ | han gyeong-su x gn!half-bie!reader

genre: fluff, and a smidge of angst. <3

warnings: swearing, has a literal scene of the reader eating someone's guts 💀💀 so-, gore, violence. and i think that's all.

sypnosis: gyeong-su runs after you when you suddenly storm out of the broadcasting room, only to find you feeding on someone in the resroom. with his torn knitted vest and love for you, how can he not be able to comfort you?

author's note: oh my gof. i am in awe with this man. !not proofread!

dedication: @xhornybiatchx <33

it was a night of tranquility. as the hands of the clock just reached midnight, the chin of gold stood out most from the glimmering specks of silver sprouting throughout the night sky, yet they still both shined like sapphires lost in diamonds through the window of the broadcasting room nevertheless.

only it truly wasn't such a tranquil night. not when fucking zombies were in hyosan high; crowding the halls, the classrooms, the cafeteria ─ literally everywhere.

still, silence lingered amongst you and your friends in the broadcasting room, even if it was all chaos outside. but in quietness, there remained a manipulating voice in your head.

legs shaking, you slowly stood up and walked to the very corner of the room, away from everything and everyone. sliding against the wall, you sat on the floor with your knees held close to your chest.

'eat them.' your voice persuaded, as you continued to chew on your nails. 'just fucking kill them all. it's so easy.'

'just a bite . . .'

"(name)?"

the honeyed voice of nam on-jo sounded like peonies in a field of silken lavender when she snapped you out of your endless reverie. 'why do you smell so good?'

"hey, are you oka-"

not letting her finish the sentence, you suddenly stood up and pushed her, causing her to fall on the ground, whilst you were quick to catch everyone off their guard, immediately running towards the doors to escape.

you succeeded, of course.

the screams of your beloved friends followed in your growing absence, only you didn't care at all. you simply kept running, wondering how the hell you didn't attract the zombies that were surrounding you if you were out in the open.

in time, you found a vacant place that would help you calm your nerves; the restroom.

shallow breaths came out of your mouth, as you gripped the edge of the sink tighter. overcame by hunger, you bit your hand. suddenly hit by reality, your head hesitantly tilted up, eyes glancing at yourself in the cracked mirror that was splattered with blood.

you shrieked, tears pooling in your eyes. you hit the cracked mirror with your bitten hand, making it shatter even more, as shards of glass pierced through your skin; you didn't even try to pull it out.

'how had it come to this?'

unconsciously, your hand started to reach where you got bitten by someone, shuddering at the brash presence of the memory that had just happened three hours ago. you didn't tell your friends, you were afraid on what they would do.

hearing whimpers coming from one of the stalls, your train of thoughts were interrupted. with step by step, you approached the third stall, being fast to open the door, only to see someone epitomizing a coward, choosing to hide in the murkiest corners, accompanied by dark shadows.

from the voice in your head entrancing you with the idea of your hunger being fulfilled, and to her irresistible scent that made your senses animalistic more than ever. you couldn't fight it.

you lunged at the frightful girl.

biting her neck, her flesh was in your mouth. and you felt sick because you loved it. you basked in the everlasting glory of her taste lingering in your mouth, of the screams that couldn't help but escape her, of the way her blood was painted on the walls and on you.

it was the first time in a while that you felt free.

"you're not eating without me, are you?"

you stopped. letting go of the limp body, tears fell down your face as you turned behind you.

it was gyeong-su. of course it was.

he looked disheveled after running for a long time to find you, but his entrancement of youth still remained. it was han gyeong-su, after all.

sobbing, you curled up into a ball on the floor, as your best friend quickly fell down to your side. "hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

"what does it taste like?" gyeong-su asked, his warm hands holding your cheeks as his thumbs made all your tears go away.

you couldn't help but laugh, sniffling, whilst you remarked. "what do you want me to say? it tastes like chicken?" gyeong-su chuckled, but it quickly disappeared as he heard a wretched sob come from your bloody lips.

"hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

he stood up, ripping a part off his knitted green vest, rinsing it with water from the sink.

"what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here." you grimaced. gyeong-su only ignored you, whistling a tune that lovebirds would sing. he continued to wipe the blood off your lips with the upmost gentleness, as he held onto your hand and caressing it with his thumb.

once he was done cleaning you up, his fingers were entangled in your hair, massaging your scalp.

the way he was with you could almost make you cry.

actions meant more than words with han gyeong-su.

as one final touch of grace, he leant forward to kiss your forehead, stroking your cheeks, as a red blush coated them, with you smiling, drunk in euphoria.

"i love you so so much, darling."

but then, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were greeted with nothing, as everything that gyeong-su did came undone. and you were only on the ground, uncontrollably rocking back and forth as your cries of anguish became louder and louder by the minute.

because han gyeong-su was dead.

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.

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