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SCARAMOUCHE; WHERE’ER YOU WALK
notes: yandere, R18, GN reader, takes place during kabukimono phase, yearning to a pathetic degree, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, imagined oral & rough sex, a little bit of delusion & projecting, i will never let this man win he will always suffer in the palm of my hands
word count: 1.5k
The eccentric had never found himself hungry.
Mortal desires are hard to digest, but if for you, he swallows them whole– love, lust, and longing– he gorges himself on the feast of humanity you present him. A palate he once found sour, a bittersweet taste he wanted nothing but to scrub from his tongue: he now willingly feeds on in abundance. Hunger, what a pathetically human thing. Who knew he had such the functions to crave, and who knew it would be such a hollow feeling?
A reminder of an unfillable cavity, an appetite rapidly growing insatiable. What were these things to an empty puppet? The pangs he felt deep within the crevices of his “body”, the heat that seemed to boil with no sweat to cool it. If he was of natural biology, right now, he thought he might be simply salivating. Oh, these feelings were surely a punishment for his defilement of you now. Unworthy, disgusting he is to be feasting his eyes on the sight before him.
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XIAO; MEA CULPA
notes: yandere, r18, gn reader, non/dubcon, (un)mutual masturbation, intimidation, kidnapped reader, imagined non-graphic violence, anxiety and fear
there is a single line that could be implied as sui/cidal ideation
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The silence has never been something you could lay at peace with.
You know the room is empty, yet you cover every crevice with your gaze before you begin. Your lips wrap at the reed of your suona, enclosing it completely, blowing hot puffs of air through the whistle. Your fingers improperly land on five of the seven holes, you sloppily attempt to correct yourself mid-blow, and the sound ends up shrill and penetrating, somehow missing every note you set out to play. The loud noise that comes through the horn could hardly be called amatuer at best. You wince, dropping the instrument to the floor without any due regard.
It was like building an eternally toppling house of cards, the ineptitude you showcased to yourself unforgivable. Such a meticulous build up of progress collapsed down with a single dissonant note. The stagnation you hit with your skill seemed an impenetrable wall, one you’ve become long exasperated with. Your forehead creases, and you massage your temples as a piercing pain begins to palpitate in the sides of your head. Your eyes dart around the room, empty. You grunt, picking the suona up and setting it back to your lips- this time more careful- this time more gentle.
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FEITAN; CARRION
notes: yandere, gn reader, violence, mindbreak(?idk readers mindset is a little fucked up)
word count: 1.7k
half of this was written two months ago, the other half in an energy drink fueled fever at 3 am
It wasn’t him you heard at the beginning. Not a single footfall came in earshot, not a breath, not a heartbeat. He descended so silently you almost expected him to be a shadow. It was all the cacophonous crunch of broken glass and debris, cracking and clattering without a source to the sound. It loops in your head, growing louder yet not closer, beating like a drum marching you to your condemnation.
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SCARAMOUCHE; ORCHIDEEN
notes: yandere, r18 implications, unhealthy relationships, gn reader
word count: 5k
Your first impression of him was that of a gorgeous, scarcely human orchid of a man.
The mystery lured you in. It was thrilling at the beginning– the danger and consequence ignored. The idea of playing doctor to a mad man was too tantalizing to give up. It was a fool’s endeavor; you knew it, he did too. You both played the game anyway.
It was once he won you realized that you never made any progress at all. You were once of the thought that he was a wandering vagrant. He brought a reckoning upon your home and finally told you his “true” identity: Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.
He has never uttered a word to you about his past. Any questions that prodded too deep were evaded with the grace of a beheaded chicken. Despite demanding your affection, forcing you to engage in numerous delicate intimacies with him he refused you an unraveling to your cobwebbed mind. He left you bare in the dark and expected you to come out with light on your own.
It was impossible when the darkness favored him so. He dances with it akin to a lover. He surrounded himself with it in such a way that even the most inquisitive eyes were not to be dreaded. Reminiscent of a warm blanket, he wrapped himself in its embrace. The alluring mystery of him that attracted you, you realized, was his escape. The prance of an anguished puppet loose on his strings, crudely choreographed as a desperate plea for anything that would make him real.
The Balladeer’s motivations always eluded you, though you were no longer interested in following them to their answer. The eternal drift between you was unable to be patched. The matter how low his hands touched, or how much flesh he made his own– there was an insurmountable gap that he was unable to cross.
In the palm of his hands, you were still so far out his grasp. You noticed that he grew irritable when he was unsure. When he did not understand he would demand answers and refuse to believe them. Instead of confronting the clear message that you had no intention of showing love to a man who kidnapped you, Scaramouche leaned toward a different route. It was not much more palatable, it surely did not make him feel any better, but it seemed easier for him to accept. He must still be missing something. There must be something else that is why you won’t reciprocate nor recognize him.
So he brought a “heart” home to you.
You did not like the look of it, the treasured artifact of a not-quite-right mind.
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anyway, as i believe i have been shadowbanned, and i havent gotten any word back from tumblr support, i am going to be moving blogs and taking down my most recent fic. i will post the @ to the new blog once it is set up, and orchideen will be reposted there. this blog will stay up as a sort of archive, and i will also be starting an ao3 in case things go wrong again.
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honestly so honored to see my name here with all these lovely works. it really makes my day, especially to see my work recommended by a writer i admire so much. i thank you greatly!
Lock do you have scaramouche fic recommendations (yandere or not) i wanna read more
cracks knuckles... i sure do. i probably don’t need to give this reminder, but i will anyway, please be mindful to read through the warnings of each story beforehand!
(series)
the fate series by virixe on ao3, basically what i consider to be the yan scaramouche holy scriptures. (yandere/rated explicit)
love is a dog from hell by @phen0l on both ao3 and tumblr. every line holds such Weight mao knows how to make their MCs suffer like nobodies business. always makes captivating stories with premises that immediately draw you in. (rated mature/dead dove do not eat).
(one-shots)
sinner, saint by @dear-yandere (yandere/some not sfw themes)
literally everything @after-witch has written for scaramouche, but this two part story in particular is my favorite (yandere).
necessity by @bye-bye-sunbird (yandere)
tintinnabulum by @schwarmerisch (yandere)
a single dendrobium by @penguinlop (yandere/not sfw themes)
clear as porcelain by @yandere-daydreams (yandere)
#this is such a dear thing to me#thank you#even for recommending my work when i disappear for over six months lmao
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