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For the event, 🍫 and scaramouche?

No problem, anon. Please enjoy~ There's just something so fun about writing tsunderes LMAO

For You | Scaramouche x Reader

🍫 Prompt: “These sweet feelings of mine. Since I’ll give them to you, please accept them, okay?” Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Modern AU Fatui? (You’re in the Fatui but it’s a lot more pleasant than canon) Warning: Crass language (it’s Scaramouche, what did you expect?) Word Count: 0.8k

“For you!”

You could only register the pressure on your chest as a box was thrust towards you. Fumbling repeatedly, you desperately tried to keep the box from the ground but to no avail. Gravity won the battle and the aqua blue box fell upside down on the ground, you could hear the muffled rumble of the objects within. You sighed in exasperation as you could barely spare a glance to the ginger who had given you said box, already moving on to another colleague with an identical box.

“You know it’s going to be a bad day when Childe’s in a good mood.”

You picked up the box, stifling a chuckle as you turned to Scaramouche who now stood beside you. He had an identical box of his own, one he turned in his hand, scrutinising it like it was a weapon of sorts. And honestly if it was from Childe, that was a fair assumption.

“Do you know what got into him? Last time I checked it wasn’t Valentines. Unless Snezhnaya has some lovey dovey festivities of its own,” you mused.

“He had the foolish idea when I was talking to him,” Scaramouche grumbled.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You? Willingly talk to him?”

“I never said willingly,” he groaned. “He went on and on about how boring it was here, said how it was colder than his homeland. I told him to do something about it since it’s not my problem. I didn’t know he would actually do something about it, and now here he is pulling presents out of his ass like Father Christmas.”

You raised your eyebrows as you opened the box. It was filled to the brim with various treats and trinkets, some of the softer ones deformed after being dropped but they still held their charm. It was a sweet thought from Childe, you couldn’t help but smile in return. When you noticed Scaramouche didn’t say anything, you looked to him, only to see him eyeing you suspiciously.

“Why are you smiling at that?” He asked accusatory.

“Can’t I be happy about a gift from a friend?” You retorted. You looked out over the rest of the workplace to see colleagues adorning similar expressions, some happily chewing some of their presents as they returned to their work. As if on cue, a subordinate worked past you and bid you a good day with a bright smile, only to get a glare from Scaramouche in response. You sighed before regarding the Balladeer again. “I think it’s really sweet of him. And it’s lightening things up, isn’t it?”

Scaramouche’s nose twitched as he squinted at you. Eventually, he spared a glance out to the others and his expression only soured.

“I suppose you’re right.”

The two of you fell silent as you rummaged through your box. Although you were preoccupied with investigating its contents, you couldn’t mistake Scaramouche’s gaze lingering on your every movement. So focused on you, his own box was held unopened in his iron grip.

“... So you approve of the box?”

Scaramouche’s voice was strained, but curious. You nodded idly in response as you started to rearrange the items in the box for better storage, occasionally taking out an edible treat to enjoy now. You had almost forgotten Scaramouche was even there.

“... Do you want another?”

You rolled your eyes. You were aware Scaramouche rarely tolerated Childes' antics, sometimes for good reason, however this was not one of those times. “Scara, there’s no harm in just accepting the gift-”

But Scaramouche wasn’t offering you the box Childe gave him. Instead of baby blue you were looking at a box of deep amethyst, the black ribbon that sealed the box together was sloppy and haphazardly done, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on you. Especially not when Scaramouche was holding it out to you with an outstretched arm, his eyes burning holes into the wall directly opposite him.

“Did Childe rub off on you?” You asked in amusement, only for Scaramouche to snap his reddened face to you.

“He did not. He just told me his plans for today. I thought it was worth trying,” he muttered.

“Oh…” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you pried Scaramouches’ fingers from the box and took them in yours. His arm then fell by his side as he studied your reaction with a conspicuous side eye. “So you’ve made boxes for everyone else?”

“N-no,” Scaramouche cleared his throat before he folded his arms. As he rocked on his feet in supposed boredom, he was inching closer and closer towards you.

“So you made this just for li’l old me?” You teased. Scaramouche instinctively opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out.

“I… yes, so what if it's just for you?” Scaramouche seethed. “You’d better like it.”

“I love it,” you beamed earnestly. He responded silently with a curt nod, however not even he could prevent the smile creeping up on his face.

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[everlasting-elegy]

Congratulations for the 500 followers!

So for the event— how about 💧+ Mika 👀

Thank you so much, anon!! This one's a little shorter, I hope you don't mind but I would like to improve my ability to write short but impactful stuff~

The Human Condition | Mika Kagehira x Reader

💧 Prompt: “I’d like you to stay next to me and let your tears freely fall.” (500 Followers Event) Genre: Comfort Word Count: 0.6k T/W: Dehumanisation (Metaphors of dolls/puppets for Mika) A/N: Not proofread (I mean, even when I do mistakes still get past me skdfjsfkd)

For a moment, Mika was completely stunned. Mind blank upon seeing your tear stained face, he was torn, unsure of what to do. He had never seen such a broken expression on your face, never heard your voice so dissonant and out of tune, every crack of your voice cutting into his heart, sending it into overdrive.

He could feel it, a tightness in his joints as they locked up, like a puppet rigged to the unknown being above the stage. Strings cutting into his skin and tugging him in all sorts of directions. Some tried to fling him out of the room, to go on a rampage and find who or what caused you, the light of his life, to dim, evoking emotions that made him see only red. Other strings urged him to go towards you. Caught in between two forces, two raw urges, Mika stood trembling before you, reaching forward but also pulling away. Without a puppeteer, a doll never knew what to do.

“Mika.”

Your voice came out choked, words splitting the air and cutting the strings that chained him. Mika stifled a gasp as he felt his body grounded, his senses honing in on you. You who always encouraged his independence, you who were so full of raw emotion. You who was now sobbing, huddled in the corner of the room, broken.

“Please.”

You needn’t say more as Mika rushed to kneel beside your hunched form. His heart pounding against his chest and muscles burning with urgency as he pulled your quivering form close to him. Hands flat against your back, they applied a gentle pressure that encouraged you to slow your hurried breath and coincidentally, allowed him to do the same.

“I’ve got ya.”

His voice was soft against your ear, like the purring of a kitten. He stayed quiet, save for the occasional whisper of reassurance as you clung to his shirt. He felt the wetness of your tears stain through the fabric, but he had no complaints. It was a sign of your trust in him, to show him such raw emotions. To entrust him with your most vulnerable state, a state more complex and incomprehensible than any damage that could be done to a doll. And you were now entrusting him to help repair you.

Once your breath was relatively consistent, one of his hands traced its way up your spine before settling on your head, offering soothing scratches.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?”

After a few moments of you contemplating, you shook your head as you buried your face impossibly deeper into his shirt, your voice too raspy to make out any discernible words. But Mika understood you, he always did.

“That’s alright, we can just stay like this if ya want.”

And so the two of you did. As each oncoming wave of emotion became more and more bearable, you could finally manage to angle your face away from Mika’s shirt and to the side, your ear now against his heart. A soft, gentle thrum that set a relaxing tempo for your own heartbeat to match. Mika's hand on your head went down, gently wiping away any wetness that lay on your cheeks with the sides of his fingers. Even the last stray tears that flooded your tear ducts - the remnants of your misery - you entrusted to him as he caught them before they could travel down your face.

"Thank you," you whispered. Your voice may have been regaining strength but the rest of your body was losing it. Eyelids growing heavy, you leaned onto him in exhaustion. Although you tried to fight off the urge to nap, Mika encouraged you to do so as he kept you close. His head was now resting on yours, ready to join you in the land of dreams.

"'m here for ya. Always."

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Hello Avery!!

Congrats on the 500 followers! You deserve them ❤❤❤

For the event, may I request 🎉with Mammon? ><

Hi Han!! Thank you so much!! I can't wait to celebrate similar milestones on your writing blog ;))) I hope everything's going well and I hope you enjoy~ <333

Mammon x Reader: Dance With Me

🎉 Prompt: "Who cares? Ignore them! Let’s smile, take my hand and sing, feel the rhythm with your heart and dance on this rainy stage, as bright as the scorching light.” Genre: Fluff, Slight Comfort Word Count: 0.9k

Despite the throng of beings drunkenly swaying off-time to the pounding music, there somehow managed to be a clear patch of tiling on the dance floor that no one dared tread. It seemed to be beckoning to you, a spot for you to let loose and have fun. The tiles held a shine that winked at you with the occasional pass of a strobe light. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

It wasn’t the first time Asmo and Mammon had dragged you over to the Fall. Usually, you’d be more than eager but this just wasn’t the night. A busy day and a sullied mood left you drifting away from the demons and leaning onto a wall. Downing a glass of Demonus may have no intoxicating effect on you, but the sickly aromatic scent and flavour managed to distract you from the stress of R.A.D. as your gaze settled on that blessed spot on the dance floor.

It would be nice to let loose, wouldn’t it? It would probably be for the best, to get rid of the tension in your muscles, to exert the frustrations that were filling you to the brim. But you couldn’t. Through the haze of artificial smoke you could still see the glowing eyes of every demon as they bore holes into your figure, unblinking. Were they scrutinising you? Had they still not adjusted to the thought of a human invading their space? You had been here before repeatedly, but it seemed you still weren’t welcome. Looking back at the dance floor, the space you mentally reserved for yourself had now become obscured by some other beings. With a heavy sigh that fell on ears deafened by the music, you set your glass down and headed towards the exit.

“Oi, MC! Leavin’ already?”

You turned to see Mammon in front of you, a drink in each hand. His chest was heaving lightly, eyes wild as if he had been scouring all of Devildom for you. You nodded slowly, each tilt of the head leaving Mammon’s face more crestfallen by the second.

“B-but you spent no time here!”

You shrugged. “I’m just not feeling it, Mammon. I’m going back home.”

But you didn’t follow through with your own words as you stood awkwardly, unable to take another step towards the exit. Mammon frowned.

“Did some lower demon give ya a hard time? Gimme a name, I’ll-”

“No one did,” you replied hurriedly. “I just…”

Mammon wasn’t the type to laugh at you but shame still burned your cheeks. You shouldn’t be so bothered being unable to dance in front of everyone. But your gaze found the ground, your hand creeping up wrap around Mammon’s.

“I wanna dance.”

“...”

“...”

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?”

Shoving the drinks to a poor waiter passing by, Mammon took your hand again and pulled you back to the main room despite your protests. The Avatar of Greed had no shame, pummeling other demons aside with his shoulders, yelling at others to move with a voice that somehow managed to be heard over the music. His hold on you was firm, but warm, continuously tugging you until the two of you were at the centre of the dance floor, a small clearing made to make way for the prestigious Avatar and exchange student. If demons weren’t staring at you before, they most certainly were now.

“Mammon,” you tried to chastise, voice low. You looked around, gauging if there was a possible gap amidst the horde of demons for you to make a break for it. “People are watching.”

“Let them,” Mammon grinned smugly. Taking your other hand, he started to sway them in time to the music, encouraging you to move on your own. With each beat, the tension in your joints was easing. “They’re gonna get jealous that I have ya. I mean, they’re gonna get jealous that you’re dancin’ with me!”

You chuckled half-heartedly as Mammon kept stubbornly tugging at your arms to get your rigid body to flow with the music. Letting your mind wander, your gaze wandered with it as you accidentally locked eyes with one of the many demons watching the two of you.

“Nuh, uh. Eyes on the Great Mammon only!”

His shout drew your eyes back to him. You didn’t remember his face being so close to yours the last time you looked at him. His hands that were on yours traced up your arms, up your shoulders, up your neck until they settled on the sides of your head. His hands cupped your ears, dulling the sound of the synths reverberating around you. Forehead against yours, the remnants of his breath tickling your lips, your vision was filled with Mammon, and his with you.

“They don’t matter, alright? No one else does, nothin’ else does. What matters is you wanna dance, so I’m gonna make sure you can.”

His hands pulled away from you but reluctantly so, the tips of his fingers lingered on your skin for a moment longer. His azure eyes emanated a comforting glow, yet the golden specks within them encouraged cheekiness. With a genuine smile reserved only for you, he compelled you to move. To feel the music as it reached down to your very soul. As it lifted your spirits to such heights where mortal concerns were insignificant. Where all that mattered was you, the melody and your first man.

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[everlasting-elegy]

congratulations on 500!! for your followers event, i’d love it if you could write something for Solomon with the 💤 prompt! i was thinking something angsty because he realises MC is mortal and would leave him someday, but it’s completely upto you <3

Thank you!! And yes, I think that is a very good idea for the prompt, it shall be done ;)))

Wrinkle | Solomon x Reader

💤 Prompt: “I watch your face in profile, sleeping soundly, dreaming. Without me noticing, a tear spills over and runs down my cheek.” Genre: Bittersweet, Fluff Word Count: 0.8k

It wasn’t every night Solomon found himself sleepless, but he spent it like any other night since he became your lover. Head against the pillow, facing you as you slept soundly. So exhausted by the antics you had with the other Devildom residents, you had fallen asleep before he had the opportunity to turn the light off. He opted to keep it on, allowing him the perfect view of your face.

He couldn’t restrain himself. Risking the possibility of you waking up, he reached to cup the side of your face, stifling a chuckle as your face immediately twitched at the contact. Yet your expression eased as his thumb rubbed light and soothing circles on your cheek. It always hurt when you shied away from his gaze, and as much as he loved flustering you, he always wanted to see any and every expression you were adorning. At least now, with your guard down, he can take in your features in their full beauty. How fortunate was he to be able to spend this time with you. Despite the faces he sees in Purgatory Hall or his visits to the Celestial Realm, you had the most angelic appearance of them all.

Under the pads of his fingers he could feel every groove and bump of your skin. He knew these days fellow humans were pedantic in covering up so-called ‘flaws’, but in his years of living he never understood why. Every indent on the skin told a story, each mark a testament to your time in the realms. He traced over the markings, marveling at them like they were the finest pieces at a museum.

Eventually, his movements came to a stop once he reached your eyes. In the corners, the indentations of crows' feet stretched to your temples, a reminder to him of all the times you were elated to be by his side. And yet, something was poisoning the warmth in his heart. Was it the lighting or were they always so distinguished? He was happy to see the remnant of your smiles imprinted into your skin, but his mind couldn’t help but wander. Wander into the future where the talons of crows’ feet will stretch further on your skin, reaching the boundaries of your face and to the roots of greying hair. Where wrinkles cut deep into skin that have lost their colour. Where the pulse pounding under his fingers could only thrum weakly and so achingly slow.

The time you had here was finite, Solomon knew that. He had yet to bring up the idea of you spending eternity with him, it felt like such a selfish request. He couldn’t make you suffer the pain of mourning everyone else for the sake of him. And so, he stood by and watched. Watched as you walked down the path of life and he stood still. With every lighthearted joke of how you were ‘too old for this’ or how ‘old age was getting to you’, he was painfully reminded how you were constantly moving forward. And one day you’ll walk past the horizon, leaving him behind.

“Solomon?”

Brought back to the surface of his thoughts, he shook his head slightly at you calling his name. Voice croaky with sleep, syllables slurred, Solomon responded with his classic, enigmatic smile.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why are you crying?”

Feeling your fingers brush just under his eyes, he closed them, the sensation of tears brimming in his eyes and overflowing as they ran down his cheek. They were caught by your thumb as he let out a shaky exhale.

“I… I wasn’t aware.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He stayed silent as he caught your wrist. Nimble fingers dragging your hand down until the back of your palm lay flat against the pillow and he rested his cheek on top, gently nuzzling into it. ‘Talk about it’? What was there to say? You, out of everyone, would be the most aware of your own mortality, he had no need to remind you. But perhaps there were other things he could remind you of now that you were here with him.

“I love you,” he said eventually.

“I love you too,” you responded instantly but your voice was laced with concern. On the hand he laid on, your thumb rubbed his jawline soothingly. He responded with a content hum.

“And I’ll love you forevermore,” his voice was quiet but grounded, determined. “No matter what happens. I love you.”

“Solomon…”

You pulled yourself closer to him, pressing your forehead against his and his arms instinctively wrapped around you. You peered into his eyes and he looked back in awe. Even as time waged a war against the rest of your body, your eyes shone with the sparkle of youth. Glowing with vitality and wit, more magical than any spell he could ever conjure. Under your watchful gaze he could be at ease, sleep starting to overtake him. In the last few moments of consciousness, his hold on you tightened into a comforting yet firm embrace, one so secure that not even time itself could pry you away from him.

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🍫 with Keito pleaseee

No problem anon, hope you enjoy~

Impromptu | Keito Hasumi x Reader

🍫 Prompt: “These sweet feelings of mine. Since I’ll give them to you, please accept them, okay?” Genre: Fluff Word Count: 0.8k

It was the ideal course of action. Keito had always been one for efficiency but an opportunity like this required careful planning and expert execution for the ideal result.

Part of him felt this was childish, in truth it likely was, yet he couldn't help but have a pep in his step as he walked down the hallway. He had never thought himself as quite the romantic but the thought of playing the secret admirer, dropping boxes of gifts by your dorm every week until he could finally reveal his identity with a letter would be an unforgettable experience both for you and him. The thought of his actions being what motivated you throughout the day, to be the one to indirectly bring a smile on your face, it couldn’t get any better than that. He’ll be sure to thank Kuro later for helping him formulate such a plan.

He had thought it out meticulously. Checking your schedule, you’d be assigned to assist fine from noon until lunchtime, he even double checked with Eichi a few hours prior under the guise of ensuring a producer is doing their due work. Waiting a good half hour after noon, he’ll be able to stroll into the dorms, have one of your dorm mates let him in to place his present for you on your bed, the start of many gifts to come over the course of the next few weeks.

It was perfect. So why is it, when he knocked on the dorm room, you were greeting him?

“Keito?” You asked curiously but you might as well have said nothing at all because he didn't acknowledge you. His mind was running a million hours an hour, trying to contemplate every single possible outcome yet it created no output. You were overseeing the corridor, it would be far too awkward for him to just flee down the corridor and run away from you. He spared a glance to his right. Jumping out of a third storey window is probably out of the question too.

“What are you doing in your dorm?” he instinctively asked. And once the ball started rolling, the words didn’t stop. “You shouldn’t be neglecting your duties as such. Not only does it reflect negatively on you but fine will be having a performance soon and the extra supervision is for the best-”

“Eichi told me not to bother,” you replied innocently.

“Otherwise, I’m sure other units could use some help- he told you to what?”

“Not to bother,” you repeated. “He insisted I go back to my dorm to rest up for the day. I told him it was fine but he was pretty pushy about it.”

Keito stayed silent. There was no way Eichi could've caught on to his plans on their previous exchanges alone, could he? Damn him.

“Do you need anything? I’ll be happy to help…” you stated, however your words started to trail off as your eyes settled on the box in his hands. It was a decent size, pastel pink and wrapped in ruby red ribbon, completed with a neat bow at the top. Attached to the bow was a card. Although folded, it was starting to open on its own and you could swear you saw a glimpse of your name in his handwriting.

“I…” Keito needed a moment to recollect himself. Breathe in, breathe out. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he counted in his head. He wouldn't dare get angry at you but you undeniably shoved a wrench into his plans. And with every passing moment as you scrutinised the box, it was getting less likely he could salvage the plans he had. And in that moment, it dawned on him just how daunting a confession could be.

“This, is for you.”

He thrust the present towards you mechanically. He didn’t retract his arms even when the present was taken out of his hands, far too preoccupied with trying to gauge your reaction as you undid the ribbon. He only looked up at you when he noticed you stopped moving.

“I thought gifts like these should be opened in private?”

Keito cleared his throat, the tips of ears turning pink at being caught staring red-handed. He halfheartedly averted his gaze. “I would just like to know your answer, that's all.”

“Answer to?”

“What I proposed in the card,” he replied, his ears getting undeniably redder as you switched your attention to the contents of the box to the card tied to it. You definitely needed to read the letter in your own time to truly admire the penmanship but your eyes settled on the final line. A simple question, but endearing nonetheless. Even as you processed the unsigned card, the bright smile on your face told Keito all he needed to know. Perhaps it was for the best that not everything went to plan.

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AHHHHH this is a such a cute event eeee! Congratulations on 500 followers!! 🥳 if i may, may I request Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi from Genshin with 👑 "It's not like I'm acting selfish, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I'm adorable!" - World Is Mine :]

I'm glad you think so, and thanks! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it!!

Scaramouche x Reader: I'm Cute, Right?!

👑 Prompt: “It’s not like I’m acting selfish, I’m not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I’m adorable!” (500 Followers Event) Genre: Fluff, Comedy, open AU (could be modern, canon, whatever lmao) Word Count: 1.3k

Scaramouche was testing you.

There was no other explanation for this. A few days ago, you strolled into Scaramouche’s office as he was doing paperwork. The way he looked so small confined in his lavish, oversized office chair, how his lips pursed into a slight pout with furrowed eyebrows as he signed contract upon contract. As he unknowingly let you stare at him, bewitched, not even realising you had entered. The word left your lips before you could control it, breaking the silence.

“Cute.”

It wasn’t loud but it was loud enough for Scaramouche to snap his head up at you, nose slightly wrinkled as he sneered.

“What?”

“You look cute.”

“I do not do ‘cute’,” Scaramouche spat out the word as if he was cursing his mortal enemy, which at this given moment, seemed to be you. He slammed his pen onto the table, hopping off his seat and stormed over to you. “What do you want?”

“I brought you lunch,” you said simply, watching bemusedly as Scaramouche’s eyes alternated between your face and the tray in your hands. He huffed, turning his back to you.

“It looks satisfactory. Place it on the table and then off with you.”

When you tried to face him, he stubbornly turned his head the other way, chin up so he could look down his nose to glare at you. With calculated movements, he took a cup of tea you made for him and brought it to his lips.

“Seriously Scara,” you sighed. “Can’t I compliment my boyfriend once in a while?”

Scaramouche choked on his tea.

“‘Cute’ is not a compliment.”

“It is to me,” you shrugged. Taking a bold step forward, you tried to take up as much of his field of vision. He wasn’t lifting his head anymore, opting to tilt it down bashfully to meet as little of your gaze as possible. You took a moment to recollect yourself and not coo at him. “Scara, I know you’re strong. You’ve shown how tough and intelligent you can be every day.”

“Damn right,” he muttered under his breath.

“But when I really like someone, I just can’t help but think of them as adorable. It makes me want to hold them close and never let go, I want to be around them all the time. When I say someone is ‘cute’, it’s a genuine compliment.”

Scaramouche was silent for a few moments. His gaze flickered to various spots on the floor in contemplation, his face twitching with each passing thought. You leaned back slightly. For once, you might’ve gotten to him, he might actually understand the point you’re making. But it seems he noticed the hopeful look on your face and he shook his head, scowling out of pure spite.

“You’re insufferable,” Scaramouche grumbled as he turned you around and started shoving you out of his office. “Let this be your one and only warning. If I hear that accursed word ever again, I’ll… I’ll tear you apart!”

Which leads you to today. You thought you had the day to yourself as you lounged on a couch, reading your book, but you were proven wrong as you felt the slight depression of the couch beside you. Scaramouche was silent as he sat rigidly. You knew what that meant. Something was up.

Letting your eyes wander to him, you stifle a gasp before shoving your nose back into your book, but your eyes kept wondering back to him. Scaramouche had changed out of his normal, uniform garb, opting for casual clothes still in his typical cool colour scheme but the shades were much lighter, almost pastel. His arms were wrapped around his waist in a self soothing gesture, knees brought up near his chest. Scaramouche had a habit of naturally pursing his lips but you could swear he was purposefully pouting at you, his eyes wide like a kitten. Before you could think further you snapped back to your book but you found yourself having to reread the same line again and again.

Your boyfriend looked utterly adorable.

You bit your tongue. You knew better than to make the same mistake twice in front of the Scaramouche. His ploy of acting cute wasn’t going to work on you, you’ll prove it to him that you were stronger than that. You remained silent, the only sound being the slight grind of paper against paper as you turned each page. It was working. In no time, you’ll prove your resilience and Scaramouche will hopefully return to his office so you can actually relax, surely this heartrate wasn’t healthy. But you couldn’t pretend, you knew he was still staring at you, but what could he possibly want from you? His expectant gaze was burning more with every passing moment, through your skull and frying your brain. You couldn’t think, mind blank as you stayed frozen in place.

“Well?”

You jumped in your seat as you looked at Scaramouche whose gaze had turned hostile. You looked at him incredulously, finally putting your book down.

“Well, what?”

Scaramouche’s jaw visibly tensed for a moment.

“... don’t I look different?”

“Yep.”

You lifted your book back up to cover your face, only for it to be snatched out of your hand.

“You look at me when I’m talking to you,” Scaramouche hissed, the wide eyes and adorable pout long forgotten. “What looks different about me?”

“You changed your clothes.”

“And? Does it not give me a different aura?”

“I guess you can say that…”

“Well, spit it out.”

“You look rather dashing,” you praised half-heartedly, but the frown on his face only deepened. You leaned away from him but he inched closer to you. “Uh, handsome? Aesthetic? Mightier than the gods?”

“Not good enough,” he muttered. His shoulders were slowly rising until they could reach his ears. “You fool, you know the word. Say it.”

“Charming?”

“No.”

“Tough?”

“No.”

“... awesome?”

“Unbelievable!”

Scaramouche slammed your book onto the coffee table, he turned his body so that he was now fully facing you. He leaned forward as you leaned back, his figure now looming over you. He was shouting, face going red but you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. His words were hurried, coming out without a second thought.

“You’re actually such an idiot. So foolish. You said it before or have you already forgotten like a goldfish? Tell me I look cute, dammit!”

You stared at him, wide eyed as he averted his gaze, a blush darkening his pale cheeks.

“... what…?” You were gobsmacked, mouth wide open, only for Scaramouche to take your chin in his hand and lift your mouth closed. When his hold on your jaw loosened, your mouth only dropped open again. “I… I thought you didn’t like being called ‘cute’.”

“Normally I don’t,” Scaramouche huffed as his shoulders slumped. Leaning forward even more, you fell back, lying on the couch. He didn’t put all his weight on you, only pressing his cheek against your shoulder to hide his face from you as he mumbled. “But you said the people you like are automatically cute to you. So as your… your b-”

“Boyfriend?”

“That word. As your boyfriend I should be cute. Don’t you dare call anyone else cute. That word is assigned to me and me only. That’s an order.”

You snickered as Scaramouche properly relaxed onto you, his arms sneaking around you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, you could feel his burning cheeks against your skin. Sighing contently, you threaded your fingers through his hair and he instinctively let out a hum of approval.

“You’ll always be the cutest to me, Scara, you don’t even have to try.”

“Damn right.”

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500 Followers Event!!

Not me missing my own milestone skdfjlskdfjfdj but thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing!! As I expand in ideas and fandoms I hope I can write content that everyone can enjoy regardless of why they dropped by my blog~

Anyway, the rules for the event are this:

Choose the emoji/song lyric prompt below + a character from Genshin Impact, Obey Me or Ensemble Stars and I'll write a little piece on them~

Some will be written in canon universe, or random AUs, depends on the universe and just how I'm feeling (but feel free to specify if you have one in mind!)

Submissions are open until 00:00 1st May (AEST +10) but I might close prematurely depending on how many requests come in

This event will be tagged as "everelegy 500" and I'll likely make a masterlist for it down the line~

Lyrics vary from fluffy to dark (TW: death) so please proceed with caution

🍦 "When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought of was you." - Melt

❤️ "I like you. No, that's a lie. The truth is I really love you." - Ai Kotoba

🎨 "If I don't have the means to leave behind proof of us two, then engrave me with this warmth and kill me." - Leia

💧 "I'd like you to stay next to me and let your tears freely fall." - Tear

👑 "It's not like I'm acting selfish, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I'm adorable!" - World Is Mine

💮 "I reminisce over the past days of our separation, but in order for that moment not to be swallowed by eternity, I, panting heavily, walk on." - Flower Tail

❓ "Let's forget about me for now; I wish to hear more about you. There are many things for you to tell me, so go ahead and start." - Yume Yume

🌅 "Even though we ran and ran, we couldn’t catch up. I won’t forget, I definitely won’t forget you, my strongest rival." - Akatsuki Daybreak

💔 "These separate paths of ours, though we continue down them, someday we'll surely meet again! I'll always be thinking of you..." - Beginning's Goodbye

🎻 "Our gazes meet, inside this closed-off world. You may pretend not to notice but we're drunk on love." - Cantarella

💚 "We won't change, right? Tomorrow, in the future, still at each other. But with a serious face that says I'm not kidding, 'I've always been watching you by your side'." - Embarrassment-Hiding Adolescence

⭐ "We, who are connected down to our very souls, even if I lose these wings of mine, I have a place I want to protect." - GravityRain

💤 "I watch your face in profile, sleeping soundly, dreaming. Without me noticing, a tear spills over and runs down my cheek." - Last Night, Good Night

🌹 "For in the loneliness, even if they laugh at me, I reached to you, at least to you." - Strangers

🍫 "These sweet feelings of mine. Since I'll give them to you, please accept them, okay?" - Dreamin' Chuchu

⏰ "Every time our wrinkles increase, I'll meet a happier you than yesterday, so let's just go with the status quo." - Wrinkle

🔊 "Resound, and we will keep on fighting harder and harder. Hear us singing louder and louder, "we are not alone" in unison." - Our Broken Anthem

🎉 "Who cares? Ignore them! Let's smile, take my hand and sing, feel the rhythm with your heart and dance on this rainy stage, as bright as the scorching light." - Jitterbug

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500 Followers Event Masterlist

Franchise and characters in alphabetical order

Ensemble Stars!!

🍫 Keito Hasumi: Impromptu

���� Mika Kagehira: The Human Condition

❤️ Yuta Aoi: One Day I'll Say How Much I Love You

Genshin Impact

👑 Scaramouche: I'm Cute, Right?!

🍫 Scaramouche: For You

Obey Me!

🎉Mammon: Dance With Me

💤 Solomon: Wrinkle

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Welcome~ | Info | DNI/BYF | Requests

Heyo!! I'm Avery, and I just needed somewhere to post fanfics whenever I get a random burst of motivation. Please feel free to drop in and say hi or share your ideas, I love talking to people~

Heads up I use a lot of gendered terms gender neutrally so if we talk let me know if any terms make you uncomfortable

Fandoms I’m Writing For And Their Masterlists:

Obey Me!

Ensemble Stars!!

Genshin Impact

500 Followers Event Masterlist

(Psst if you're into Call of Duty check out my sideblog @b1rds3ye (18+ blog) 😉)

Stuff I Don't Write For But Feel Free to Talk to Me About Them:

Epic Seven

Project Sekai

Vocaloid

Arknights

DNI/BYF:

Discrimination in any form is not tolerated here

If you send hate or aren't mature enough to discuss differing opinions, leave

Blank blogs (no pfp/background/posts) will be blocked

If you’re under 16 please only interact publicly with me (like, reblog, comment, follow). Any asks sent will be answered publicly

Rules:

Gender neutral xReader blog only (no character x character)!

No NSFW

Maximum 4 characters (can be a mix of the fandoms I do~)

Please respect I have the right to delete requests that I’m not comfortable with or I just don't feel like doing them

No requests about marriage, biological kids or pregnancy

I aim to be as inclusive as possible in my writing so if anything isn't let me know and I’ll try to fix it ASAP

Ensemble Stars

There is a LOT of characters and content that I just haven't read up on so there will be OOCness. Apologies in advance

Genshin Impact

All chibi characters are only platonic/familial love

Obey Me!

No Thirteen/Raphael/Mephistopheles, I just don’t know them

Luke is only platonic/familial love

Tags:

everelegy writes - my original stuff

everelegy obey me/genshin/enstars - any content I’ve created for the respective fandom

everelegy fic recs - fics I’ve reblogged from other splendid creators

everelegy rambles - my random thoughts (inc. unorganised headcanons)

everelegy mail - my asks/responses

everelegy personal - anything about my personal life

[mutual] [emoji] - anything from moots~

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