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sl-vega · 1 month

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.° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ-MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU

Pairing: [BASSIST!] Scaramouche x [GUITARIST!] Reader

Genre: rivals/enemies to lovers, rivals to friends to lovers, fluff, crack (?), comedy, angst (?), slowburn, high school au, band au, modern au, social media au, smau

Synopsis: You're the lead guitarist for your band, C✧LESTIA and Scaramouche is the bassist of 5WIRL. The two of your bands have a friendly rivalry, but you and Scaramouche don't. On top of being academic rivals, you and him have never been on good terms. Always one-upping each other in grades and in music. Even your bandmates have grown tired of your constant bickering with each other. But when your usual practice hub gets flooded, you and the rest of C✧LESTIA are forced to find a new place to rehearse. So when 5WIRL offers to share their studio with you who are you to refuse? Of course, this forces you to spend time with your sworn rival whether you like it or not. But maybe the two of you can overcome your differences and actually be friends?

Or maybe even more?

CW: swearing, profanities/innuendoes, bad music puns, ooc (?)

⋆🎶₊˚ෆ STARRING

C✧LESTIA ll 5WIRL ll THE FANS

PLAYING TRACK...

PROLOGUE-tear drops on my guitar

ALBUM 01-go fuck yourself! /affectionate

01-we're in treble

02-diss track

03-fret not

04-i'm not that desperate

05-starting on a sour note

06-practicing but we're already perfect

07-shits and gigs

08-obsessed much?

(MORE TBA)

ALBUM 02-pov: falling in love with your rival

(TBA)

ALBUM 03-giving up my dream so you can live out your's

(TBA)

additional notes:

-my bandori phase caused me to make this

-this one will probably start soon because i need a break from writing sticking to the script

-bare with me and my bad music humour

-working on profiles as we speak

-i'm gonna tag my other scara smau taglist cuz smth tells me y'all would be into this: @ladyninggs, @featuredtofu, @levianamor, @veekoko, @glxssmemories, @foomeowmeow117, @scarasbaby , @d-d3arest , @heavenforyyou , @seternic , @danfelions , @jf-117, @kukikoooo , @uuyuomi, @rozariwho , @freyao7 , @lapinaenmicoche , @thatoneswordgirl

-no pressure to read tho :3

-this taglist is open and the smau will start soon

-decided to give myself more freedom, this smau isn't planned out as much as my others

(OPEN) TAGLIST: @featuredtofu, @levianamor, @danfelions, @thatoneswordgirl, @lolmeowing, @bananasquash, @xiaosantenna, @glxssmemories, @kaitfae, @mujiwuji, @zestyseggsydaddy69, @peaceindreams, @freyao7, @rinquin, @justpeachyteastea, @cocomi, @b2ne, @skyoverkill1, @scaradooche, @morallyrainyday, @adres-tia, @justadvena6, @agaygothicmushroom, @huanator, @seaofdata, @kyon-cherri, @aether-darling, @ukinya, @sketcheeee, @ibawa, @shutingstar, @eutopiastar, @kunimix, @wonderful-worlds, @ectomotive, @yourfavoritefreakyhan

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vinecradle · 1 year

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OMG – they keep on asking me, "who is he?"

pairing :: scaramouche x fem!reader

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

genre :: modern setting, high school au, social media au, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn-ish, secretive relationship, kind of a streamer au (ending)

warnings :: some angst, cheating (nothing involving scara), mentions of alcohol, lots of cursing, sunshine x sunshine protector trope

status :: on-going, no scheduled updates

official playlist :: is linked here!

notes :: started 24 january 2023, time stamps dont matter unless i state otherwise, taglists are open just send an ask! somewhat based off nwjs' omg

profiles :: not safe for art students | dottore hate club

ACT I – you're a ghost, you're supposed to be dead.

01. the naive girl (✿)

02. locked eyes

03. a sudden idea

04. the master plan

05. girls night out! sort of.. (✿)

06. healing

07. the book (✿)

08. an unknown number?

09. same interests, okay

10. the end of an era (✿)

ACT II – it's nothing, i just wonder if i ever cross your mind.

11. the sudden meeting (✿)

12. a helping hand

13. inazuma class?

14. the confusing actions

15. communication is important (✿)

16. what was once mine, will be yours (✿)

17. the approval of a friend

18. lack of energy (✿)

19. distancing

20. the real name, kunikuzushi. (✿)

ACT III – i don't want to be your girlfriend.

21. the diary locked inside (✿)

22. a spotify playlist?

23. and it benefits me

24. the friendship we've built (✿)

25. cornered (✿)

26. what do you mean, i'm an idiot?

27. the time taken

28. a night alone with mcdonalds

29. in need of rest

30. the realisation (✿)

ACT IV – i want to be important to you.

31. the talk (✿)

32. we're graduating soon

33. what do you mean, it wasn't supposed to be him?

34. the lingering feelings (✿)

35. just an excuse

36. i'm not my own, he says

37. the comfort, the peace (✿)

38. i'll wait for you, a month, a year, even a lifetime

39. love stored within (✿)

40. the new page (✿)

ACT V – i'm glad god created you.

41. the graduation party (✿)

42. i love you, now, forever, and always (✿)

43. the safe place

44. college, streamer (✿)

45. the love of my life (✿)

-> bonus! im yours (✿)

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #high school smau #modern au #kunikuzushi #wanderer #wanderer x reader #omg vinecradle smau #genshin modern au #vinecradle

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faetima · 11 days

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . .

. . maybe you and alhaitham were just never meant to be.

// tws ; blood ! possible alluding to reader’s death? ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au

a/n: stan twice

unrequited.

you knew your love was of that nature, yet you couldn’t help but yearn for it.

for the delicate and feathery touch of the scribe’s love.

pining after him was no use, you knew. but, alas, what could you do?

he was the prestigious scribe, whilst you were a nobody, too meek to speak up to others, always uttering a small, “yes” to everything asked of you.

too shy to talk to people — terrified that you would embarrass yourself or leave a bad impression, or that you would wind up being the center of attention.

but, if you were so scared, why did you crave his attention?

every time you glanced around the classroom, fleeting gaze eventually landing on his soft grey and teal tufts of hair, and his turquoise eyes, flecked with specks of orange, you couldn’t help but wish as you stared at him, a stoic and indifferent expression plastered onto his stupidly pretty face —

wish that he could love you.

wish that he could hold you.

wish that he could look at you.

wish that he could know you.

but luck was never on your side, was it? for, you wholeheartedly expected your wishes not to be heard (and they weren’t), but lady luck had decided to make your life miserable — making the decision that having an obviously unreciprocated wasn’t enough.

and so she gave you hanahaki.

every day, as your gaze landed unconsciously on him, the vines curled around your lungs, gripping them.

flowers — fuchsia azaleas — tickled the back of your throat, being lodged there, making you cough a little.

and, alhaitham’s head turned towards the noise of coughing.

you froze, quickly collecting the petals in your hand, stuffing them into your pocket. your gaze instantly shot downwards, glued onto your notebook as your hand rapidly scribbled something down, pretending to be taking notes or writing or just doing something.

and, as you wrote, you felt monarchs fluttering in your stomach, heat rising up to your neck and face.

who knew that agony could be a little fun?

—

but, as the days grew, your heart made it clear that it did not desire “fun”.

oh, no.

the only thing it wanted was alhaitham.

and that was made evident by the way you were now crouched on the bathroom floor, on your hands and knees, coughing out bouts of the hot pink flowers to remove the giant lump in your throat and the tickling of petals in the back of it.

the azaleas hit the previously porcelain white and neatly polished floor with a disgustingly wet noise, and, as you opened your eyes the tiniest bit, you laid your eyes on the flower.

a seemingly freshly bloomed azalea, coated with your own blood, slick with your own mucus. it laid there, some of the burgundy blood dripping down and pooling around it, coloring the dove-white floor with a splash of red.

you sat there, blankly staring at the barbie azaleas flopped on the floor. they were still covered in blood for your throat. they’re the hundredth flowers you’d coughed up today, and you had a strange mixture of apathy and horror coursing through you.

the lump in your throat felt like a knife, and the petals tickle and tickle, causing you to cough and wheeze. it was getting harder and harder to breathe. you were exhausted — from both coughing up the flowers and also from feeling this fucking unreciprocated love. but, of course, the hanahaki wouldn’t let you stop suffering until your love is returned.

if only alhaitham would look at you, talk to you, acknowledge your existence in any way.

if only you would talk to him.

but, god, if it wasn’t hard to build up the courage.

he wouldn’t just come up and talk with you. why would you even wish that? why were you so stupid?

you hated yourself for it, wishing he would talk to you whilst not even interacting with him.

the truth was that the scribe intimidated you quite a bit, being stoic and indifferent, curt and formal to nearly anybody.

you tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt.

it hurt so, so much.

the fuchsia azaleas covered the piece of floor in front of you almost entirely, a horrific reminder of the disease that's destroying you from the inside.

while you had been thinking, the stupidly pleasant smell of the azaleas — a dainty and delicate blend of floral honeysuckle notes— mixed with the tinged irony odor of blood, wafted upwards toward you, giving you a whiff of a smell that made you want to wretch.

you should’ve gotten the surgery when you could — now it was far too late, you were going to die for sure.

you were beyond the point of saving.

—

you stared blankly at the sheet of paper which sat before you, trying to concentrate on the lecture your teacher was giving, but your mind kept drifting off.

you kept glancing upwards, and every time you did so you saw the lightest shade of grey there could be, like a thrush’s delicate feathers, mixed with sage green, perfectly complementing the scribes clothes.

yeah, maybe you should keep your eyes on the paper. looking at him made you watch to rip your throat out and cough your lungs out.

—

you sat in your bed, curled in a small ball, fluffy white blanket bunched up around you.

the bright screen of your computer, extremely so, illuminated your face.

you didn’t particularly want to write this essay, and what would be the point? the stupid azaleas would choke you to death eitehr way, using you as a human flower pot.

you closed the screen with a harsh thud!, drowning yourself in complete and utter darkness as the abnormally bright light emitted from the computer was sucked away.

you hastily put the computer away, curling into a tight ball on your bed.

you awaited death, hot pink azaleas tickling your throat and dreaming about the scribe, his perfectness almost alien, like the condition deteriorating you from the inside out, like a withering flower.

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morose-melodies · 1 year

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high-school sweethearts|yandere! ajax x reader

summary: ajax, an exchange student, was your friend in high-school, who dreamed of taking you back home to snezhnaya with him <3

content warning: mentions of murder, abduction????

your body met the ground with an unexpected thud.

"I fell again," you mumbled, your palms scraped from you trying to not hit the ground, just as you were trying to stand up, a pair of hands helped you up.

"heh, I saw you fall," ajax snickered, before backing away slightly, as you began to examine your body for any more injuries.

"I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice shaky as you look down to your bloody knee, "don't give up so soon, (y/n), you've barely even begun."

ajax kneeled in front of you, his hand taking hold of your ankle as he leaned towards your wound, at first you were unsure if what he was doing and then, he licked it.

his tongue ran across the wound slowly and you winced, placing a hand at the top of his head, prepared to push him away, "stop that... it's weird," you grumbled as you pushed him away.

"(y/n), dont you know that spit heals wounds faster?" ajax gave you a faint smile as he stood up, his tongue running across his bottom lip.

"I know... just don't do it again," you looked at your palm as ajax went to grab the skateboard you fell off of, "alright! how bout' we go get something to eat?"

you paused to think about it, glancing up to see the sky was darkening and you were supposed to be home before it was dark, "I don't know..."

"aw, come on, (y/n), I'll make it quick... it's just that I'm starving, I don't th-"

"okay... we have to be quick about it though... my parents will be upset if I'm not home soon," you shuffled towards ajax, the wound in your knee throbbed in pain.

"come on! we don't have all night~" ajax took your hand into his and began leading you to the nearest convenience store, his thumb massaging your hand all the way until you entered the building.

even after the two of you entered, ajax wouldn't let go, his hold on you tightened, you grumbled as you tugged your hand back, just for him to hold your hand tighter.

"hmm... how bout' you get first picks?" ajax smiled, releasing your hand and watching you roam up and down the aisles, he needed to know what you liked eating, so he could get as much of it as possible before bringing you to snezhnaya wi-

"I'm tired... and not really hungry," you leaned on the wall, you knee slightly bent as you waited for ajax to pick his food.

"(y/n)," he whined as he approached you, "you've gotta eat... even if you are tired, I can't have you collapsing on me at school."

you shifted to the side, towards a bag of chips and reached out to take them, "you have to buy them for me," your lips twitched into a slight smile as ajax nodded in agreement.

you grabbed the bag of chips and ajax took note of the name of the chips. he followed after you, watching as you pulled the hood of your jacket over your head.

ajax took a short stride towards you and grabbed your arm, "I'll buy anything you want... don't steal anything," he hissed before releasing your arm, watching as you lowered your head.

ajax then picked his food and the two of you reached the register and payed for the chips and left. the two of you walked down the sidewalk, towards your house where he'd drop you off.

ajax wrapped an arm around you and you stilled, narrowing your eyes at him as you pushed away from him.

you never really liked public affection- you never really liked affection at all. it made ajax wonder about you, why don't you like affection?

it was completely dark out by the time you made it home, you thanked ajax before going in and calling it a day.

...

"stop coming here so early," you grumbled, your eyes barely open as you walked out the front door. "we gotta get to school early-" ajax began but you cut him off, asking, "why?"

"so we can catch up before class, of course," ajax said in a matter-of-fact tone and you said nothing in reply as the two of you began walking to school.

you weren't aware but... ajax had been staring at you throughout the whole walk, with hearts in his eyes.

once the two of you got to school, you went to class and sat down together in the back... but somthing was off.

"can I copy your homework?" you asked and ajax nodded as he pulled his homework from his bag and set it in front of you. you took it and copied it, being sure to add small mistakes to make it seem like your own work.

somthing was wrong...

you put your pencil down and looked over at ajax, who was staring blankly at you, "do you have... candy or somthing, I'm hungry," you asked and ajax nodded, slowly, almost suspiciously,

"what? you didn't eat breakfast or somthing?" he asked as he pulled a bag of chips- your favorite chips, out of his bag and passed them off to you. he made sure to bring you somthing to munch on during the day, so you had a reason to come to him.

you mumbled a weak, "thank you," before you began eating the chips. the classroom was almost empty. you and ajax came to school earlier than most students, so, of course, it was almost empty,

even then, something felt wrong...

you paused and looked up at ajax, pulling your hand out of the chip bag, a confused look on your face, and ajax smiled, as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and licked the chip dust off of your hand.

"hey, stop that!" you shivered in disgust as he pulled away, wiping your hands off, onto his pants before asking, "do we have an exam this week?"

childe nodded. his face flushed, as he stared down at his thigh- his thigh that you touched. he felt his body become warm, as his blood flow increased.

you felt yourself calm down, that's it? you had gotten all paranoid about a forgotten exam?

"did you take notes or something" you asked as you dragged another chip from the bag, and he nodded as he beg to take out his notes for you.

he sat his notes in front of you and watched intently as you flipped through the pages of his notebook, he couldn't wait to take you home with hi-

"stop lookin' at me like that... it's weird," you said, your eyes narrowed at ajax as his eyes widened, and he looked away, "heh, i must still be tired... didn't even notice I was staring at you," ajax laughed, nervously, hoping he wasn't making any odd face at you.

students began to come into class and ajax sighed, glancing over to you, to see you looking at him, "you said a while ago... you're going back to snezhnaya next month?"

"oh, yeah," and you'll be coming with me, "ill miss you, that's for sure," ajax made a kissy face at you, and you frowned at him.

"stop being so weird..." you said, before passing him his notebook, "... I'll miss you, too."

he felt his heart throb inside his chest, his blood flow increased and his face turn red. how could he possibly respond to that? you'll miss him? that clearly means you care about him... "I'll be back." he excused himself to the bathroom, to calm himself down.

...

no, somthing is wrong. somthing is truly wrong. somthing is very wrong.

somthing is wrong.

Jackson, one of your classmates, was found dead in the boys' bathroom.

and ajax was the murder.

you were sure of it and your heart felt tight. you had been avoiding him since Jackson's body was found.

you remember, during lunchtime, you were going to the bathroom and saw ajax walking out of the boys' bathroom... Jackson's body was found only five mintues after ajax left the bathroom.

... it couldn't possibly be a coincidence.

not to mention all those filthy comments ajax made about Jackson when finding out he'd been picking on you, "ill kill you, do you want me to?" "he won't dare get away with making fun of you."

it had to be ajax.

who else could it have been?

this was wrong...

you bit your lip, hard, as ajax approached you and stood beside you, standing extra close to you, all the students were told to stay in the auditorium until everything had been dealt with.

"what'd you have for lunch?" he asked. how could he? a student had just been murdered and he was asking about lunch.

"nothing."

"huh? why not?" he asked, as he began to unzip his beg, preparing to give you some chips to fill your stomach.

because I felt sick when realizing that you killed Jackson. "y'know... because someone just died, I don't fee-"

"ah, don't give me that, here," he handed you a bag of chips, "eat these."

you held the chips in your hand... what to do... who to tell... what to do...

your heart was beating fast and you felt sick to your stomach. you handed the chips back to ajax, "hm? you don't want em'? why not?" ajax questioned as he put them back into his bag.

... ah.

you know. you must know about what he did. well, there's no hiding it now. ajax grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd of students, ignoring your fussing.

the two of you made it to an empty hallway, but it didn't stop there, he took you past the hallways and led you out of the school, "whew, I think all the sadness in that auditorium was rubbin' off on you," he joked with a small chuckle.

you were stiff, as you stared at him.

"anyway, we're leaving," ajax pointed at the car in the parking lot, "that's our ride."

you shook your head, "no... I'm not going," you were scared of him, your best friend. "huh? what do you mean... you're not going?" ajax frowned, as he glanced back to the car that was coming close to him.

you were silent, as you took, small, unnoticed steps away from him. "hey, where do you think you're going?" ajax grabbed you after you had stepped noticeably far away from him, "come on," he said as he opened the car door and got in, and gently tugged you in.

you tried to pull away from him, but with one forceful tug, you were in the car and the door had closed.

the car had begun moving.

"no! I said I don't want to leave," you grabbed ajax's face and squeezed it, "I said I didn't want to leave."

ajax smiled, hard, as you squeezed his face, "I couldn't help myself any longer," he admitted, "I've thought about... taking you home with me for a long, long time now, (y/n)."

you stiffened and your eyes widened, "what?! I'm not going anywhere with you! whats wrong with you?!," you then tried to open the car door but instead you were hit with somthing which caused you to go limp.

...

you woke up to a cold breeze brushing past your cheek and a cold hand holding yours, "hey... hope you're not mad at me... sorry about hitting you so hard," you heard ajax speaking to you, his hand squeezing yours, he sighed, "really, I didn't mean to hit you so hard... i didn't even mean to hit you at all... it's, like, my hand just raised and hit you on its own."

your eyes opened to see that you were on a... ship!?

you tried to sit up and pull away but ajax was sitting beside you with his legs in your lap, "calm down.. I won't hurt you... i- I guess I was a little abrupt with things, huh? sorry about that... but I'm too far in to back out now," ajax said, as he let go of your hand and grazed your cheek, slowly.

"w-what? where are we goi- oh..." you realized what was happening and where you were going. you were going to snezhnaya with your murder of a best friend.

ajax moved his legs from over your lap and pressed his cheek against yours, "we're going home, together. my family's gonna love you, (y/n)."

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere scenarios #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #modern genshin au #modern genshin impact #genshin high school au

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divinalu · 9 months

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Teammates? Friends?!

Synopsis - Upon becoming Vice President of your university’s student council, you stride into your new position only to be greeted by a familiar face - your high school rival. After being pitted against each other for so long, constantly at each other’s throats, could this opportunity to work together grant new insight into the moody President?

Pairing: Scaramouche x fem!reader university/college modern SMAU Tags: modern au, college au, university au, smau, student council, president x vice president, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, crack, lots of cringe jokes, SLOW burn, like really slow Warnings: swearing, mild threats, scara has a bad relationship with his mother, drinking, mentions of drugs, timestamps don’t matter, written chapters are marked with ‘✧’, photos do not indicate/represent the reader's appearance, race/ethnicity, skin tone, body type, etc. they're only to indicate poses and sometimes clothing

Status: ongoing (currently on hiatus)

Please comment to be added to the taglist!!

A/N: this is my first SMAU and fic on Tumblr 😭 also im not really sure how student council works in uni cause ive never been involved so you’ll have to bare with me and just use your imaginations

Featuring:

Y/N’s Friends | Scara’s Friends

Chapters:

❥ 01 — ONLY VICE??!!

❥ 02 — Wait, I Just Realised

❥ 03 — When the zeroes line up?

✧ 04 — I say disco, you say party!

❥ 05 — (Not) Good Morning

❥ 06 — Unexpected Guest

❥ 07 — Debrief Time

❥ 08 — Buy me food

❥ 09 — Never Back Down

✧ 10 — I’m Managing

❥ 11 — Band(Aid)

❥ 11.5 — BandAid

❥ 12 — Lunch Date!

❥ 12.5 — Lunch Date! (Pt. 2)

❥ 13 — One Step Forward, Three Steps Back

✧ 14 — All Nighter

❥ 15 — Fake News!

❥ 16 — Lying Low

✧ 17 — New Spark...?

❥ 18 — Date Night!

✧ 19 — ...

Taglist [open]:

@featuredtofu @raewrz @ainnofinway @neigesprincess @feiherp @kazioli @yoichiislovie @beriiov @yuminako @unhinged-atrocities @ghost-mint @pgieonahh @qtange @saccharine-sucks @brain-r0tt @theblueblub @kaitfae @chalksdreams @14r26f @luciledreamz @scaramood @certified-shrimp @xiaoxette @the-frogs-go-moo @danhenglovebot @ell1e2010

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demon-kumo · 7 months

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𝔸 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝 - 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪/𝕤𝕒𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙-𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔸𝕌

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. It’s just a word, right? To be in a state that contains nothing. It was a short word that was no different than any other that could be written on a piece of paper. Yet that word, that single infuriating word, held so much power over the indigo-haired boy who walked through the white-tiled halls of the high school. The famous scowl that always seemed to be permanently attached to his face was only a facade to hide the feeling within his being.

Scaramouche was a boy known to have a high ego and a venomous tone that was like a snake. His dislike for humans seemed to run so deep in his veins that no one would dare approach him, except for those who were stupid enough to think they had a shot with him.

Scaramouche wasn't always like this, he was once a boy named Kunikuzushi who was more innocent and gentle than a baby bird who hadn't flown from the nest yet. Yet, after the betrayal of many - he made his heart colder than ice to the point where many thought he didn't even have one.

The eyes that were the color of dark lilies held a glare toward anyone who tried to worm their way into his heart, spitting insults with his sharp silver tongue. He knew better than to let anyone in, they would just leave him with an empty feeling once more.

He claimed that he had no heart, that the empty space in his chest was no bother to him at all - yet behind the electric purple eyes and beneath the elevated pride and cold attitude, there lived loneliness.

He was popular actually, considering he was exceptionally smart and had the looks of a perfectly sculpted god, and yet no matter who approached, he knew they only saw the surface of him - they didn't understand anything about him and wanted to use him for his skills and looks - nothing more. Everyone was a liar and betrayer in his eyes.

Well, almost everyone. It all changed the day he found a note in his locker.

That day was more horrible than usual, and he didn't know why - maybe because it was raining or it was the fact that someone tried to one-up him in class or maybe it was all of them. An extra angry stomp in his step caused everyone to skedaddled before he could yell an insult at them for staring at him.

Opening his blue locker, which he thought was one of the ugliest shades of blue he had ever seen, he slammed his books into it, almost missing the small paper that fluttered to the floor like a leaf in the wind.

Perfect eyebrows drew together in confusion as he bent down to pick it up. It wasn't like he wasn't used to receiving things like sugar-coated confessions and suggestive flirting but it had been the first time he had gotten a letter.

His name was written in beautiful cursive yet there was no sender on the front or back of the envelope. Thinking it was inside, he lifted the flap of the lilac envelope took out the white paper, and opened it up, turning his back to the lockers and leaning on it as he read through it.

His dark purple eyes which seemed to hold no light started to shine - a light that was once there reappeared in a beautiful swirl as he read through the words that were the sweetest and most genuine thing he had ever heard.

In the letter, you didn't confess anything but instead wrote about how you saw him, how you saw past the mask of a prideful demon and only saw a lonely angel. Telling him, that no matter what anyone said you would remain there with him and that you hoped these letters could be a way to escape the lonely reality that he lived and provided him comfort.

After that, a routine was formed, throughout somewhere in the day a note would somehow find its way into the locker at the end of the day. At first, he thought he was being punked and that everyone was waiting for the moment to humiliate him, however by the time two weeks passed the notes still didn't stop and they were still gentle and loving. At that point, he felt like he could trust the mysterious someone who left the notes in his locker - finally believing that someone does care for him.

The words of kindness and warmth he always wanted to receive would be written in pen on the letter. He kept all the notes in a box, whenever he fell down in the dump he would look at those notes and be reminded that someone was always there for him. Then there came the point where he finally got over his embarrassment and left a reply in his locker and started to converse back with the secret admirer that wormed their way into his heart.

The notes made him feel like he was finally able to be genuinely close to someone. The notes made him finally find the thing that could fill the void - the sender with no name made his heartbeat.

That is why he couldn't wait for the day to come to an end and as speed walked his way to his locker, not have to worry about anyone seeing him since the school was mostly empty by now. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he jogged over to his locker with a small excited grin etched on his face. He couldn't wait to read about how your day went, or your interesting hobbies, or your jokes that actually made him laugh.

As he turned the corner of the hall, his movements came to a halt as he saw someone standing in front of his locker, his eyes widened at the unfamiliar person standing in front of the school lockbox. He couldn't see their face but their form was stunning, the uniform fit their body perfectly as their (H/C) fell over the sides of their face and hid their eyes. However, it wasn’t their looks that caught his eyes - it was the note in their hands, the same lilac envelope that was always found in his locker was in their tiny hands.

Could it be... was it actually you?

The sight made his grip on his bag loosen as the obnoxious sound of the bag clattered to the floor rang through the hall with an echo following it caused you to jump, and with a turn of your head, your gorgeous (E/C) eyes connected with the dark amethyst ones of the boy.

It was only a moment but it felt like time froze for Scaramouche as he caught the small glimpse of your eyes - they looked like they held a world of sorrow and happiness. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask something, you turned on your heel and dashed down the hall as fast as you could, the lilac note fluttering to the floor just like it did the first day he had received one.

"Wait, no, hold on!!"

His call for you wasn't answered with a reply or action as he chased after you while picking up the note that fell on the ground. Chasing you through the building while calling after you didn't make you stop as you finally made your way out the doors through the school with him following you.

However, the minute he burst through the school doors and exited the building - he couldn't see you anywhere. He panted as he leaned over a little, hands on his knees with the note still in his hand. His heart pounded like it never did before, even though it hurt to see you run off like that he actually got to see who was the one sending him the letters.

And gods were you gorgeous, the thought of being able to find you in school the next day was all he needed to have hope as the large smile etched onto his lips. He was going to find you and finally ask for your name.

Looking at the envelope in his hand his heart warmed up, wondering what could be written inside this one - they were never consistent, they were all different whether it was a funny story, complimenting something he did, or comforting and asking him questions if they thought something happened. However, one thing that would never change was the loving words written in each one.

He brought the letter to his lips as if kissing it with no movement as he sighed and took in the natural flowery scent of the paper.

He would cherish this letter like all the others - however, the only person he would ever admit that too is you, whether it was in person or a letter.

#genshin impact #modern au #high school au #secret admirer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #Kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #genshin impact fluff #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact x reader

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ravidrws · 8 months

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Boyfriend benefits ig

#xiaoven #venti #xiao #genshin impact #genshin fanart #ravidraws #Can't believe I actually finished this wow #I probably messed up something but it's 2AM gn #Probably the last or second to last post for some time bc of school and another time consuming project I might finally get started on :'D #Also fun fact when I first got into xvn it was mainly bc of both streamer/gamer AU and bodyguard AU Xiao lmao #You can pry chair!Xiao from my cold dead hands

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sl-vega · 2 months

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

Status: ONGOING

playlist: just here for the vibes. also shoutout to the lovely @uuyuomi for giving me ideas for what songs should be on here

✧MEET THE CAST✧

y/n + company ✧ xingqiu's victims friends ✧ other friendly faces

PROLOGUE-a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

01-no chance for a showmance

02-time to write the other 51

03-inspiration? more like desperation

04-the world's a stage and i'm the star

05-lara jean who?

06-not so soft launch

07-rebound already?

08-hollywood here i come

09-i swear i'm not a gold digger guys

10-action!

11-possessive much?

12-juliet's found a new romeo

13-boyfriend vs boy friend

14-no shit sherlock

15-boy you got me helpless

16-you've got it bad

17-denial ain't just a river in egypt

18-third wheeling x10

19-spotify doing me dirty

20-taking my breath away (literally)

21-practice makes you a little too perfect

22-finishing touches

23-cheating but not really

24-feelings are confusing

25-front row seats to my demise

26-confess before the credits roll

27-not the best with words but i'll try for you

28-setting the scene

29-opening night

30-confessions and curtain calls

31-fucking finally

EPILOGUE-that's a wrap!

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

additional notes:

-this is the reworked version of going of script

-time stamps don't matter

-feel free to comment if you want to be added to the taglist

-this is for all the xingqiu simps and theatre kids

-it's fully planned out so it will start soon :3

-names in bold means I can't tag you btw

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mochinon-yah · 1 month

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This is what I've been making hehehe, well tbf i was making this with the intention to surprise @calxlu 👉👈

"Something the matter, love?" — Albedo ✧

At first, it was bloody- i mean, it was going to be a yandere drawing at first, but i was like "why not a cute one instead?" and yeah this bedo was then born (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#reli-draws #i had no other motivation to draw other than this so... yeah. consider it a welcome gift vivi 🫶#genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact #gi #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #gi albedo #albedo #genshin modern au #i suppose????#i'm just imagining him attending school while dressing up like this lol

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springsmile · 9 months

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GENSHIN HIGH SCHOOL AU — kazuha is high as fuck and keeps lookin atchu 👀 *QUICK IN BETWEEN BLURB*

your eyes meet.

oh, fuck. shit.

it wasn’t intentional— well, no, it was. did he notice?

you chance another glance— fuck. they’re burnt red, so is the sclera. what do they say? once is a coincidence, twice is you’re a fucking thirsty creepy stalker?

he scoots over in your direction, and your palms begin to create the world’s largest man made puddle in the world.

he’s high out of his mind. he’s close enough to conspicuously study the peculiar paleness of his hair, and the tight tie that holds it in place.

he’s still looking for your eyes that you’d torn away in your utter embarrassment.

“hey, did you want a hit?” he shamelessly lifts his cart in the air. you splutter—luckily, the class is rowdy enough to conceal your sheer bemusement.

“kazuha—jesus christ.” you breathed, wretching his arm down, whilst you watch him with an unconscious grin sliding across your lips.

“so you don’t?” he tilts his head to the side, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “oh, you wanna buy?”

you swallow anxiously, his eyes watch the bob of your throat. you chose to ignore that. it couldn’t mean anything—no, it was inconsequential. maybe it rang as loud as it had in your ears.

you chose this battle. “yeah, uh, do i zelle ya?”

his smile is lazy, and his words carry an soft, unstable lilt to them. “nah. you can test the product first.”

you raise your eyebrows. “so you let anyone just try a free ounce of your shit?”

he snorted, his head craning back in a gentle chuckle. and when his gaze returned to yours, something sultry flitted across his face.

“no, [name]. that was my mistake. i meant that we’ll test the product together.” his eyelids fall halfway, and he leant in closer—you can smell it on his breath. oreos he must’ve infused weed into. somehow.

your eyes flit around your acting class apprehensively—were you getting weird looks? did it look like the most sensual drug deal ever was taking place?

he nips this motion in the bud, taking your jaw in his palm. his eyes are soft. cotton soft, but still shining with recognition.

“that was a flirtation. we’re gonna get high together, and… i’m confident you’re smart enough to figure out what’ll happen next.”

“oh.” you’re blinking rapidly. oh. oh. those were stares of reciprocation. he made the first move— like you’d ever—

“[name]?” he murmurs into your ear, before laying his temple on your shoulder. “did i frighten you away?”

your lips curl. cute.

“no. i was just wondering what i’m going to tell my boss on saturday.”

#lee spring genshin drabble #kazuha x reader blurb #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader drabble #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact high school au #high school au #genshin high school au #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact drabble #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

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melshome · 1 year

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"happy birthday, you worm."

cw fluff characters scaramouche/f!reader a/n hehe, it was my birthday yesterday, so this oneshot is for a special occasion!! hehe this oneshot was kind of short, and i wasnt sure how to end it well, but i enjoyed writing this!

also note: you and scara are friends, but you two just don't talk irl!!

happy readingg~!

"Happy birthday Y/N!!" Lumine throw herself onto you, squeezing you tightly.

"Ah.. thank you.. But I'm kind of.. dying here.." You manage to say. She immediately remove herself off from you.

"Haha, I'm fine, but thank you!" you chuckle.

"Did you get any presents?" Lumine asks. Ayaka walks up, and also wishes you happy birthday.

"Thank you Ayaka~ And not yet. I ordered Enhypen's new album, and it's coming around the 22nd of may or something," you smile when Lumine and Ayaka smile, and starts talking about it with you, but you drift off into your own zone. You look around the classroom, when you notice Kunikuzushi staring at you from his group of friends.

You quickly turn back, right when Ayaka and Lumine ask you which photocard you want. The day goes by quite normally. The moment when you make eye contact with Kunikuzushi is still replaying in your head, but you go through most of the day. Your homegroup teacher, some of your elementary school friends and all of your friends from your class wish you a happy birthday.

Third and forth period goes by, and soon it's lunch. As you're walking to your locker, a bit behind as you were waiting for your friend, Bennet, you notice Kunikuzushi was looking up at your direction, but when looks back at his locker.

You just walk to your locker, thinking he was just looking for his friend. When you've put your books on the shelf in your locker, you hear your name being said from behind you. You have a feeling that it's Kunikuzushi, his voice is recognizable.

You turn around, and he's standing there, with your favourite kind of m&m packet in his hands, holding it towards you.

"Happy birthday you worm," he says, looking at you. He whispers the last part, but you heard him. You glance at him, and at the m&m packet. You smile.

"Oh, thank you.."

He walks off, and you turn back to your locker. One of your classmates, who's locker is next to yours, asks if she can have one.

You nod your head, but as you're putting the rest of your stuff away, you feel yourself tearing up.

He was the first one to give you a gift, even your parents haven't given you a gift yet. It was quite a surprise too, you weren't expecting him to give you anything, and since it was from him, you felt so happy. He barely talks to you during school, and since he gave the m&m's to you, you felt so happy. You wipe your tears, and open the packet. You pour some m&m's into your classmates hand, and she thanks you, and walks off.

You offer your friends some m&m's, and once you put it in your locker, you're still crying. As you're walking to the gate, you notice Kunikuzushi out of the corner of your eye. You turn to his direction, and notice that he's staring at you. Once he saw that you're looking at him. he gestures for you to follow him. You do so, and you two are standing there near the library.

"Ah, Kunikuzushi, thank you for the m&ms, they really made me happy for some reason," you smile at him.

He nods his head.

"I heard you cried? Your friend told me, what was that about? Are you okay?" He asks.

You're surprised from it. Him being concerned for you? That's.. You just fell for him even more.

"Ah, no no, it's fine! I'm okay, I don't know why I cried, I guess I cried for no reason," you chuckle awkwardly.

Kunikuzushi stares at you, before holding out his hand.

"Huh?" You ask, still wiping your eyes.

"Give me some m&ms," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

You smile, taking out the packet of m&ms from your bag.

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albedo ★ valentine's chocolates

happy valentine's day to everyone who reads this <3 this fic has been in my basement for almost a year please enjoy reading it ^__^

“no! if someone did something as insane as, i don’t know, regressing over and over again in hopes of being able to meet you again and becoming your companion. you would fold right?!”

you fondly watch your two friends animatedly discuss the new web novel they’ve been obsessing over. taking a quick glance at the clock at the back of the class you caught a familiar frame walking outside your classroom. gathering all of your courage, you grabbed one of the paper bags on your desk and went after him.

“albedo!”, you called out his name and stopped him in his tracks. the two of you weren’t exactly close except for the greetings you exchange when you see each other around campus or the small talk that happens when your friend groups merge. yet despite all that albedo still gave you a wave and waited for you to reach him.

soon you’re standing in front of him with the paper bag held behind you and his enchanting bright teal eyes focused on you. having the attention of the person you liked solely focused on you was nerve-wracking especially when you’re about to hand them valentine’s chocolates. “did you need anything?”, he asked, curious as to why you called out to him and even ran after him.

you couldn’t get the words you wanted to say out of your mouth, too nervous about handing him valentine’s chocolates when you two hardly even know each other. a silent minute passes, and you soon notice that he sees you holding a paper bag. thinking that taking too much of his time will inconvenience him you thought, ‘now or never i guess’.

you handed him the paper bag and greeted him, “happy valentine’s day albedo!”. his eyes widen in surprise and he accepts the paper bag. he stays silent, making you want to run back to your classroom and gaslight yourself into thinking this never happened. you were about to speak when he beat you to it. “ah- thank you. i didn’t expect to receive anything from you.”

he looks you in the eyes and it makes heat travel to the tips of your ears. “don’t mention it! just think of it as a small token of appreciation.” you say as you fumble with your hands, not knowing what to do with them. he watches you play with your hands, observing your body language.

“do you have time after school?” he asks and your heart ran even faster than when you handed him the chocolates. you blink, needing to make sure what you heard was correct before answering. “yeah! i totally am.” he smiles hearing that and what he said next made you feel as if cupid themself struck an arrow in your direction.

“then do you want to go to the café with me?”

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