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faetima · 11 days

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𝐝𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐮 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝) . .

. . you have hanahaki, a severe case of shyness, and a crush on scaramouche, and scaramouche is an absolute jerk.

// tws ; blood ; gn reader ; hanahaki & modern au ; slight cursing

a/n: first time posting here yippee (pls be nice)

you sobbed, heaving up stupid yellow carnations while sitting on the cold, hard floor of the school bathroom.

you wretched up the damned flowers. they fell ungracefully into the toilet which sat in front of you.

your knees hurt from sitting on them for so long.

if only you could tell him how you felt. it would finally all be over, one way or another. maybe with your feelings being requited.

or maybe with you choking to death, the only thing with you while you die being the stupid fucking flowers.

you coughed again, pale yellow petals fluttering to the ground elegantly.

it was a stark contrast to how, just moments after that, you were coughing your lungs out, flowers flopping down into the toilet in large clumps; stuck together by mucus and blood.

you wheezed and wheezed and wheezed until it felt like there was nothing left in your lungs and your throat was burning and your knees were bruised.

you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left.

you coughed and coughed and coughed to the point you thought maybe just dying would be better than this fucking hell.

you curled into a ball, crying. crystalline tears ran down your cheeks, falling onto your clothes, the ground, anything.

if only you could fucking talk. why were you like this? why were you fine with your friends, but so terrified to talk to anyone? to everyone?

to him?

maybe, just maybe, if you were different you wouldn’t be in this situation.

if only you weren’t so pathetic, so stupid, so scared.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself so, so much. who the fuck was this terrified to talk to people, but opened up so easily once others talked to them?

maybe you should just confess and get it all over with.

—

you opted to just give him a letter anonymously.

who knew if he would even read it? he received dozens of confessions everyday.

even if he did read it, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

—

if you could, you would eat up your words.

it was much, much worse than you thought.

he had ripped open the envelope, immediately reading the letter with a scowl.

he wasn’t even halfway through when he burst out laughing.

”what the fuck is this?” he snickered, holding onto his locker so he wouldn’t fall from how hard he was laughing.

”what pathetic fucking weirdo confesses from an anonymous letter? are they too terrified to say it to my fuckin’ face?”

he continued reading the letter.

when he was done, he crumpled it up and threw it away behind him, still laughing.

”that’s so goddamn stupid.”

unfortunately, the crumpled up letter hit you on your head.

not embarrassing, right?

well, it wasn’t until scaramouche saw it had hit you.

”oh, sorry,” he exclaimed in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

”didn’t see you there.”

it would’ve been fine until his next comment, which you unfortunately overheard.

”these dumb fucking bitches. they’re so stupid, can’t even move out of the way. what are they, blind?” he muttered under his breath, tone condescending.

you burst into tears right then and there, unable to stop the overflow of emotions.

you walked away as quick as you could, wanting to kill yourself right there.

”so emotional, and over what?”

his laugh rang down the hallway, following and taunting you.

—

you don’t know what had come over you that day. before that you had always tried to keep your emotions in check, always tried to stop the tears from coming out in front of people you didn't know.

maybe hearing your crush degrade and insult you had just struck a chord or something.

—

weak coughs wracked your frail body, using up the little energy you had left.

you were on your death bed (quite literally! you were laying on your bed while dying).

honey yellow flowers surrounded you, their sickly sweet scent making you feel nauseous.

you choked up another batch of the flaxen flowers, watching them flop forward onto your bed sheets, staining them a dull crimson because of the blood on them.

with half lidded eyes, you stared at the carnations. your mind was hazy, and your vision blurred.

if you recalled correctly, they symbolized disdain and rejection.

how fitting.

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brotato-chibs · 2 months

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AU where one day Scara starts seeing the nameless dead kid everywhere he goes

He doesn't know how to feel about it but eventually learned to live with the ghost of someone he knew following him around. Scara tried to put off seeing Dottore for his experiments and his missions into the Abyss but alas, it'll happen eventually

He'll stop seeing the nameless child after he erased himself using the Irminsul tree

#genshin impact #scaramouche #il dottore #the fatui #long post #comic #AU #chibo.arto #do not repost or i will hunt you down and eat your legs #drawing this took me like a WEEK yall #also pls why do i keep trying to make comics with SMART characters??? I'M DUMB

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myntrose · 1 year

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊redemption𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

ft: Zhongli x gender neutral! Reader

cn: hurt no comfort :D, sagau/imposter au! , golden blood au! , mentions of blood and attack, attempted execution, use of Zhongli's archon name, slighty cultish theme, grammar

a/n: y'all the absolute CHOKEHOLD that sagau! has on me is insane (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) i wrote this with spite due to zhongli never coming home to me. y'all i've lost 50/50 to his all banners t-t

word count: 731

song on replay: Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

"...goodbye~ Oh don't you ever say bye bye, yeah"

He knows he doesn't have the right to be jealous. He knows that the the heaviness is heart is something he deserves, a sliver of punishment he must feel for causing you all the pain and suffering you endured.

To this day, months after the incident, he can still feel the blood, your golden blood, on his hands. It's ironic, really. Zhongli, or Morax, the God of Contracts, the God of War. Everything he did was in your name. As the oldest amongst gods and mortals, he always prided himself as your most loyal follower. He strived to protect your name against blasphemy.

In his nightmares he can still hear your voice. The tremble of your pleads. The shaking "please, spare me" and "mercy".

more utc!

This is just a dream, you told yourself. You were sending your day like you do most others. Following the same routine, passing by the same buildings and houses like every other day. Nothing seemed off, until you awoke from your sleep to realize that you were no longer in your world.

Maybe you would have felt excited. In Teyvat, you could have had a chance to meet all your favorites, all your comfort characters. After all, everyone treated the Traveler, an outsider from another world, well. What difference would it be as another outsider as yourself?

Your breath grew heavy, and your feet started to drag along the earth below you. How did you even get to this position? All you wanted was to find a friendly face, perhaps Amber or another one to the Knights of Favonius.

Running from Mondstadt to Liyue was no easy journey. While it was the people who were after your head, you could only thank whatever force allowed for the other creatures to stay away from your path. The hilicurls never seemed to notice you; the slimes would sometimes lead you towards places to hide.

You hoped the people of Liyue would give you a different welcome than those of Mondstadt. In a way, they did. In Monstadt, they gave you a chance to escape. Here, they didn't.

The ever so busy streets of Liyue were crowded once again, but now for a different reason. Zhongli happened to be amongst the crowed, when the Tianquan herself announced the situation before them.

"We have the traitor here, the one who dares impersonate the Divine Creator"

With that alone, Zhongli came out of hiding and announced himself once again as the Archon of Geo. How else was he, the creators most devoted acolyte, suppose to bring this traitor to justice?

His spear, the Vortex Vanquisher, the weapon you spent months saving up for, was pointed directly at your head. You've survived this long, all to die at the hands of the character you've cared for the most. Morax granted you the luxury of saying your final words. He expected you to cry out for mercy, but was met with something that left him frozen.

At this point there were no more tears for you left to cry. Tired and exhausted, you look up at him. Moving carefully, you lift your hands towards the weapon inches to your face. Even with such a weak grip, the spear cuts into your hand.

"I would rather die at your hands than that of a stranger"

Morax backs away from you, his polearm falling to his side. It was easy to mistake the gold color on the tip of his spear to be the shine of the sun illuminating the ore that made it. But Morax knew what the golden glint was.

Time may heal all wounds, but it doesn't erase the scars left behind. Zhongli has tried his best to redeem himself. He knows he is the least deserving to be at your every call. Even so, he feels that he's more fit to serve you than those fools from Sumeru.

He can't help but feel his heart drop whenever you dismiss him, when you tell him his services aren't needed. But what hurts him more is the visible fear in your eyes whenever he gets a bit to close.

No, he refuses to be the reason why you don't feel safe. He refuses to be the one you fear. He'll redeem himself, he swears. In one way or another, he'll show you that he deserves to be at your side.

zhongli bby pls come home

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli angst #genshin impact angst #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau angst #sagau zhongli #sagau x reader #self aware genshin au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact sagau x reader #genshin imposter au #morax x reader #ZHONGLI BBY PLS COME HOME I SWEAR ILL TREAT YOU RIGHT #day 1/??? of writing zhongli angst until he comes home #*ੈ✩‧₊˚night's library*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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abyssruler · 1 year

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PRINCESS AND THE FROG AU WITH SCARAMEOW WHO WAS TURNED INTO A CAT BY THE EVIL AND SCHEMING DOTTORE AND NEEDS A TRUE LOVE’S KISS TO TURN HIM BACK TO HUMAN

PINOCCHIO AU WHERE EI GIVES HIM AN ULTIMATUM WHERE HE NEEDS TO FIND TRUE LOVE WITHIN A CERTAIN TIME LIMIT OR HE WILL REMAIN A PUPPET FOREVER

LITTLE MERMAID AU WHERE SCARAMOUCHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH YOU AND GIVES UP THE GNOSIS TO THE EVIL JESTER SO HE CAN HAVE LEGS AND BE WITH YOU

SLEEPING BEAUTY AU WITH SCARA AND HIS FAIRY GODMOTHER NAHIDA WHERE HE FALLS INTO A DEEP SLUMBER BECAUSE OF THE EVIL WITCH SIGNORA’S CURSE ON HIM WHEN HE WAS BORN AND ONLY TRUE LOVE’S KISS WILL WAKE HIM UP

JUST. FAIRY TALE AUS WITH SCARAMOUCHE

#IN CONCLUSION WE NEED TO KISS HIM #welcome to another episode of me screaming into the void #yelling out fic ideas i’ll probably never write #that scarameow au tho i might #i already got the rapunzel au babies #hhh pls there’s too much going on in my brain #it’s 4am i can’t sleep help #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #concept

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churomo · 2 years

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“lost” at the clothes store

#kaeya pls hes worried abt you #sighs theyre so dumb #its ok this is where adelinde comes in 💪#kaeya #diluc #shitpost #my art #genshin impact #modern au

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mists-reading-nook · 1 year

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Creator!reader who's MASSIVE . They are big enough to hold the characters in the palm of thier hand.

Some people (like venti) sit on thier shoulders without shame,whilst others are extremely intimated by thier mere size.

(Bonus points if creator can change thier size at will)

#sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau genshin #genshin cult au #pls do not mind the spam idea posting #i am going feral #did i alr post something like this?#maybe.#idek at this point

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theireternalhappiness · 9 months

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itsmespicaa · 2 years

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Seeing your crossover art of genshin and layton is seriously good and literal rabbit hole fuel it almost hurts not seeing more of this considering how it would feel like a regular tuesday for the PL cast aside from Kat and Alfendi considering they never faced the Azran lead up but Kat has dealt with time travel. Sorry for the ramble but I'm super curious on what exactly would Bronev's vison and weapon would be in the pl x genshin au?

Right??? And please don't apologize for all the rambling omg I love it

As for Bronev, my friend and I actually thought he would have no Vision, but if he did...hmmm I'm thinking Geo too maybe? Just like his sons. Just imagine the disgust Desmond would feel when he got a Vision that's the same as his biological father...man. Oh! And a Spear for weapons bc why not haha

What do yall think? And thank you for the ask! Really happy you're enjoying the AU :D

#sorry for the super late reply!! Just opened my ask box properly qwq #reply #ask box #pl genshin au

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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sagau! zhongli

who i think about a normal amount, of course

-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, probably obsessive behavior on zhongli’s part, post imposter au, mentions of injuries + blood in the past and present

-> lowercase intended!

he’s constantly at your side, you barely have to turn your head in his direction before he’s stopping whatever he’s doing. always “is there anything i can help you with?”, “would you like some tea?”, “do you need anything?”

you never have to ask for him to be there: he already is. it’s like he knows what you need before you need it, finely tuned in to you. you needn’t say his name, if you don’t want to…

but if you did?

it’s a literal shot of euphoria into his veins. to be acknowledged by name after everything he’s done… how can he be worthy of such gifts? your benevolence truly knows no limits, to extend such a kindness to somebody like him.

anytime you call he’s at your side, no matter what he was doing or any prior arrangements he had. making tea? no he’s not, he’s tripping over himself to kneel at your side, who cares if the pot was about to boil because you need him.

(if you say you wanted a cup he’s internally cursing that the tea was ruined in his haste.

it tastes as good as always.)

want something to read? he’s offering his entire collection, only asking that you allow him to fetch whatever you need. any kind of book, in any style- if you wish, he could go commission a writer to make one specially for you. or, if you’d rather, he could do it all himself? even if he’s not the best at binding the pages, he’ll keep trying until his hands are raw and bleeding from the needle, ensuring nothing he gives you falls short of perfection.

meanwhile you’re kinda just sitting there like “dude i made one (1) offhand comment about the sentence structure on this one page please calm down.”

every time you insist you’re not a god, that he must have the wrong person, his soul cracks.

he did that. him. with every scathing word and swing of his polearm, he had embedded that belief into you. the belief that you were a fake.

it’s all his fault. if he had simply trusted his instincts, if he had followed the string on his heart instead of allowing that imposter to cut it…

he doesn’t sleep that much anymore. nights are spent in his bed, everything set up like he should be asleep, but he isn’t. he simply stares at his ceiling, unblinking, thinking over his actions. thinking, thinking, every second that goes by driving another stake through his stone heart. regret boils in his veins and manifests as physical aches, something vital missing from his chest, and he hates that he knows exactly what it is.

it’s you.

you’re missing, missing from him, that loving light he was lucky enough to feel on occasion now stomped out and dead, dead at his hand, dead when he hunted you and dead before your body hit the ground.

dead, dead and gone and he’s so afraid that it’ll never come back. he knows he’s messed up, he knows his mistake, he knows that forgiveness is so far out of his reach that it’s almost laughable, but he’s selfish enough to want it anyway. he wants you to be able to rely on him, he wants to be there for you, wants the glimmer of fear in your eyes whenever he holds a blade of any kind to be gone. he wants—almost needs—you to forgive him, desperately, and he’ll spend the rest of eternity laboring for even a chance at it.

some nights, his emotions get the better of him. some nights he can’t stop the advancing tidal wave of he has no right to your forgiveness and it crests and breaks to flow from his eyes, the sea of regret threatening to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’s able to get through it. get through the agony that the water brings, get through the bottomless pit that is his mistakes and come out alive even if not unscathed.

and sometimes he’s not.

sometimes he has to get up, to forgo making himself presentable and walk down the hall that always seems to stretch on nights like these, keeping you ever-further away from him, always away from the touch of his sinful hands-

he nearly collapses to the floor in front of your room, barely able to keep his actions silent enough as to not wake you. his forehead finds the floor, his tears splattering on the wood beneath him when he clenched his eyes shut.

he murmurs prayers and repentance to the floor, staying in the same position so long that his knees begin to ache and his shoulders burn, but doesn’t dare move. he’d stay in the same space for an eternity if he could glimpse your acceptance- no, he’s not even worth that, he’d do it just so you’re no longer afraid. he’d stay in the same spot as night turned to day turned to night once more, for the rest of time, until his words were covered in blood and he was supported not by skin but bone. he’d stay, unmoving as you went about life around him, always close but never there, if it meant you could be happy.

he’d do anything you asked him to.

but you never do.

one day, you move from your place in the living room and he can hardly lament your leaving before he sees you’re moving to the kitchen. as you get yourself a drink or a snack his heart sinks, falling to his feet. he could do that. he could get you that, he could get you everything, he would travel the world if it meant your approval…. but you never ask.

just another thing to apologize for. to pray for. to pray for your reliance, even if not your trust, to pray that you stop wasting energy on menial tasks that he would happily do in an instant.

you don’t invite guests, not at first, and he takes a small amount of pride in that. even if you don’t call upon him, you also don’t cast him away. you allow him to serve you food and house you, and that is enough.

when you start to venture out, either to the city or to the wilds, he takes his post at your side with the utmost vigilance. nothing less would do, not when you’re you and he’s him.

if you’re going into the wild, one hand is always ready to summon his polearm at a moments notice. he stays behind you, at an angle, mostly so his surveying gaze doesn’t unnerve you. he makes sure that nothing so much as resembling a threat gets close to you. he knows xiao is watching as well—he can see it in the ‘abandoned’ hilichurl camp where the wisps of black smoke curl up from the earth, in the glint of treasure hoarder insignias half-hidden in the dust kicked up by his departure. he knows, and trusts him, yet that knowledge doesn’t dissuade his fears. he also knows that xiao doesn’t take offense; after all, he told him so himself.

if you venture into the city, he’s just as paranoid for completely different reasons. he’s as close to you as he dares, mentally cataloguing everybody he sees. you’re likely wearing a disguise of some kind, but he’s still watching. anybody that bumps into you is met with a deadly glare from him, one that sends frost down their spine. he knows he’s intimidating, he knows of the power he possesses and is more than willing to leverage it for you.

if you see something that interests you he’s already pulling out his mora pouch—he started saving the moment he learned of his mistake, needing everything at his disposal for you—and buying it. even if you insist he needn’t do so, he is anyway. it’s something that interested you, something you want, and he’s desperate to provide.

if you come across anybody that may have hurt you, such as the millelith, he moves from his position behind you. in one step, he’s between you and them, the arm closest to you extending in a semblance of a shield, as close to you as he dares without touching as he deals with the threat. even if it’s nothing, somebody you recognized that made you flinch but nothing actively being a problem, he treats it as seriously as if they have a weapon drawn. they’re somebody that scared you, and he refuses to allow that again. you’ve already been through so much.

if you happen to trust him enough, if the problem is one that makes you step closer and press yourself to his side, trust that he’s on cloud nine.

the fact that you would seek shelter against him, that you trust him to protect you, trust him as your shield… his face is red only partly from anger. his voice, in those occasions, has an edge of self-assuredness that wasn’t there before. he was confident that he could deal with it prior, of course, and still is, but the knowledge that you’re relying on him to do so fills him with a sense of pride. even if a little, he has proved himself. even if irrelevant, you have placed trust in him in this moment.

if, afterwards, you feel his hand ghosting over your back as he guides you away, please don’t pull away. his heart is held together by strings of the thinnest thread, the knots that bind them only barely tightening with your reliance. you have sought protection against him before, and he only wishes for you to feel safe once more.

zhongli is hyper-aware of you, of your likes, dislikes, boundaries and emotions. if your lip curls at the feeling of a certain kind of fabric, or if you pay a little more attention to a particular color of shirt or shoe, he is keeping track of it. his personal opinions don’t matter: you like it, and hence he will put forth effort to ensure that it is around you more often. if you like to read, perhaps he will find a bookmark made of your favorite flower pressed between thin glass. if he finds you tugging at your current clothes, he’ll suggest you stop by a clothing store on your next outing. if you like makeup, he already knows some of the best brands and places to get them, and can teach you how to correctly apply it if you’d like. if you don’t, that’s alright as well; he’s already keeping a running tab of how much contact you allow already, adding another thing to the list doesn’t make much of a difference.

speaking of, that list is always at the forefront of his mind. if you jump when he reaches past you for something, he makes sure to give you more distance the next time. if you allow his knee to bump yours if he sits too close, or his hand to brush yours when he hands you something, he takes it as a small victory. anything is progress when you couldn’t even look at him a few months ago, and everything is worth being grateful for.

on the days that remorse clouds his mind, he clutches at the positives. he clings to the hair-thin rope that is his lifeline, to the time when you sent him a smile with your thank you, and holds on with all of his might. he has nightmares about what he did, sometimes, and the only thing that can bring him a semblance of solace is your memory. the memory of his slow progress, the proof of his efforts. even as his mind screams that he doesn’t deserve it, when the skin of his hands burns with the stains of your blood, he cradles the tiny, minuscule victories between his palms. he cherishes every ounce of joy you present in his presence, and holds every hint of trust dear. even if the memories he has consists only of your inaction, of the insults hurled his way vanishing, he breathes it in as his new air.

he may not be able to convince you that you’re his god yet, but he can do his very best to show that he regrets his actions.

he only asks that you allow him to do so.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #genshin self aware au #genshin sagau #zhongli #sagau zhongli #zhongli x reader #<- ? instructions unclear #posting on mobile pls be kind-

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