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[silaswritesthings]

A private show

Summary: Lyney is used to seeing you among his audience for all of his shows so he’s in a state of unrest when you miss a show. Are you hurt? Do you not find his magic entertaining anymore? He decides to search for you and finds you alone, watching the street beneath you with a sullen expression… now how did you get like this?

Starring: Lyney

Genre: romance, magic (is this a genre lmao)

Warnings: not proof read (i tried a little)

Author’s note: I know what the title says BUT IT'S NOT SMUT. Idk where this came from but I just had to write about Lyney. Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 1266 words

A magician’s pride comes from his audience, the more people he’s able to amaze with his talents the better the magician. This is what Lyney told you at some point and these very words are what gave you the courage to miss one of his shows.

Ever since your friend introduced you to Lyney and Lynette’s magic shows, nothing has been able to entertain you as much anymore. This was not necessarily a bad thing because this new found wonder of yours had resulted in you never missing a single one of their shows. Out of the twins, Lyney was the one who would scan the audience throughout the show to figure out if his audience was truly amazed by his hard work and talent and each time he did so, he never failed to see your face in the crowd.

You became so familiar to him that he began to anticipate your attendance and reactions when regarding his show. Now that he thinks about it, where has he seem you before?

Ah, that’s right.

You were with Charlotte the last time she came to nag him for an interview, “Everyone’s looking to get a piece of the best magician in Fontaine!” She praised but he couldn’t give her that interview. Instead he gave her an unimpressed gaze before dismissing you both. You remained quiet throughout the entire exchange but just as he left, he didn’t miss the chuckle that escaped you in response to this failed interaction.

He never saw you again after that, in fact he didn’t spare a single thought about you until he started noticing your constant attendance to his shows. Initially, after discovering your identity, he believed you would nag him for an interview and showing up for his shows was some form of bribery on your part. This was debunked when he realised as soon as the show would end, you’d disappear.

Sometimes he would actively seek you out but by the time he’s joined the crowd of his audience, you would’ve left. This was understandable because of your profession as a journalist, you were bound to be very busy but… he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Whatever. It’s fine.

At least he could see you during his performances, right? Well… that was true until today where he adorned the stage and you were nowhere in sight. It’s not like you were never late for any of his shows before but as he got into the third part of his act, you couldn't help but feel discouraged. Did you get bored of his shows? Did you find a better magician? Or worse… Were you hurt?

No. This wouldn’t do.

Right after his show, Lyney did not linger and left to search for you. The first thing was to find Charlotte but his thoughts were derailed when he saw you leaning against the railing of a flyover, a ticket- to what Lyney recognised was the magic show he just concluded- was clutched in your hands as you mindlessly stared at the people walking by below you.

Lyney worried about whether you were comfortable with your arms revealed in the cold night and without a second thought, approached you with his coat in his hands. “It’s rather cold today so I thought you might need this.”

You turned to him before your eyes widened slightly. “There’s no need for that, I was just about to head home.”

Lyney’s heart sank. Did you really intentionally miss his show? Does this mean that… to you, his magic was no longer entertaining? “I see.” Despite his affirmation, he placed his coat beside your arms that were draped over the railing before he too leaned against the rail and watched the people go about their evening below you both. You both heard a group of friends excitedly speak about the show Lyney had just conducted, they s[oke lively about his acts and how they truly doubted they were just ‘acts’.

You sighed heavily. “It’s a pity I missed the show. I was quite looking forward to it.”

Lyney turned to you, schooling his initial shock behind a cough. “I noticed you were holding a ticket to the show I hosted this evening.”

You nodded, your shoulders deflating. “I got caught up with an investigation and before I knew it, the sun had already set.”

Lyney pushed himself away from the railing, garnering your attention. You turned as a deck of cards suddenly appeared in his right hand. “Pick a card?”

You pursed your lips, holding back a smile but failed miserably. Amusement flickered in the magician’s gaze and it took everything in you to not look away, instead you diverted your eyes to the cards in his hold and reached out to pick one. This card, however, was nothing like the cards you were used to. It had the drawing of a flower on it and you instantly recognised that it was a blue rose. It was absolutely breathtaking but beyond your knowledge, Lyney had hoped you’d pick this very card because the first time you attended one of his shows you wore a headpiece which had blue rose petals on it. (You wore it occasionally, so he concluded that you must’ve been fond of it.)

“Make sure I don’t see your card.” He spoke, breaking you out of the spell cast upon you by that drawing and you clutched the card to your chest as you watched him expectantly. With the flick of his wrist, the cards in his hand disappeared. “Now now, do you still have the card I gave you?”

You didn’t doubt that you did until you saw that your hands were empty and the card was nowhere to be seen. Confused, you checked around you just incase you dropped it but you search turned out fruitless. You looked at Lyney in amazement. How did he manage to do that?

Lyney chuckled when he saw your expression. “It seems you lost the card, but there’s no need to worry. Just clutch your hands together,” and so you did as told. Lyney’s own gloved hands then covered your own, his touch gentle and warm. “Hm? It seems there something between your hands.” He commented before helping you separate your hands and inside was a single blue rose. You didn’t even notice it’s stem poking out from between your hands. How did he manage to do this?

“This is… incredible.” You mumbled as you watched the rose like it was made out of moonlight. The fabric of a coat brushed against your bare arms and you turned, seeing Lyney drape his coat over your shoulders before he went to stand in front of you once again.

He cast a shy gaze to the rose cradled in your palms before clearing his throat. “Uh, yes. Thank you.”

An awkward silence settled between the both of you. You could not help but feel bashful and did not understand why. “I should get going now.” You said, unconsciously pulling Lyney’s coat closer to you.

“Of course, don’t let me keep you waiting.” Lyney spoke, his words a bit rushed and you chuckled at his obvious embarrassment.

You turned to walk away but stopped, remembering you had one last thing to say. You turned to Lyney with a warm smile and spoke, “Thank you for the private magic show.”

His smile matched yours, his eyes sparkled underneath the light’s of the city and a gentle breeze picked up and his hair fluttered with his. He tipped his hat with a slight bow.

“It has been my pleasure.”

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[maehemthemisfit]

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♡‧₊˚ LOVE INTERESTS : kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, heizou x gn!reader + more (potentially)

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[kichiyosh1]

A little sneak peek at what it's like being with cross-dresser!scara

Main story: Deceitful youth

(keep in mind you think he's a girl)

Cross-dresser!scara that once he's well acquainted with you, enjoys going out with you whether it'd be for shopping, arcade, salon, you name it!

He enjoys running around with you, carrying around paper bags filled with the stuff you bought, and when you question how she can carry that much amount of weight despite her size, he just laughs it off, saying how she's used to carrying heavy things because she shops a lot too. Even if his arms grow sore and his fingers grow numb, he's still following you around the mall with a skimpish look on his face.

Flaunts his unparalleled high level gaming skills when it comes to arcade. Finishing all the games with a high score, eradicating whoever it was that used to be in first place, but goes easy on you when playing multiplayer games. It really surprised you when she was able to hit the bell on that boxing game. The way there was so much force put into that one swing and how the score meter went straight up. She said that you just needed a proper calculated approach and the right amount of momentum, of course she was able to do it because she understands how the game works. What he's not telling you is that he may have used a little too much force and may have broken a few of his fingers, not to mention how he thinks he might have dislocated his shoulder.

He was holding onto his arm when he led you to another part of the arcade. "Hey, we don't have to play another game if it's too much for you, you're hand-"

"I'm fine, really! and what else am i gonna do with these coins?" and yes, it was a claw machine.

It was down right adorable seeing you in your pajamas, your favorite salon was closed so he had the great idea of suggesting to do everything at your apartment instead (He couldn't bring you into his, oh no no no, he couldn't risk being exposed). His left hand resting at his side as you held his right one in the palm of your hand, applying a glossy coat of black nail polish. Your hands were so soft, he can barely contain himself, hoping you couldn't feel how much he was trembling all over. What really knocked him out was when you left a small peck over his hand, saying it was a protection seal so the nail polish would last longer.

yeah, he could get used to this treatment.

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[mondaymelon]

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⤷ a halloween event hosted by @mondaymelon !!

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“No.” You took his hand readily and let him pull you to your feet. “It doesn’t.”

If the air around you had been a little less foggy, you would’ve been certain in the way his gaze softened, eyes turning to a liquid gold that shimmered in the rippling movement, like light reflecting on the water. “I see.” Even his voice was beautiful, slightly raspy and with a growl in his words, like a symphony made just for you. “Then it should make this easier.”  His sculpted arms dug into your sides as he leaned into you, each finger grasping your skin tightly, a hold that would most certainly leave dappled bruises on your skin. He opened his mouth, and his words flowed thick like honey. “I’ll explain when it’s over.” 

Something pierced your neck, two fangs sinking into your flesh, and then threading veins of warmth spread like wildfire across your skin. His fingers grazed against your nape, brushing any stray strands away. Not a drop escaped past his bared fangs, despite the red that began to stain his lips. Swirling, your mind had gone white, and you couldn't even formulate a single coherent thought, only letting a soft gasp escape. You would melt at the slightest touch, you were sure of it. 

He pulled away, lips streaked with crimson, and let out a quiet sigh as he brushed his hair back with his fingers. “Shit, no wonder why Venti went feral. Archons,” His voice dipped to a lower note, a whisper. “Why do you taste so…?”

Venti, who had been standing to the side, glanced up with an unpleasant expression. “Ah, what a hypocrite. Reprimanding me with such vigor only to go and do the same thing yourself, how unfair is that?”

“I did it for a reason, bloodthirsty bastard. You just go and bite anything that breathes.” Xiao scoffed, exasperated. He glanced at where you were, visibly panting heavily as your quickened breaths turned white in the air. “My apologies.”

“What… W-What the fuck?” You pressed a hand to your neck and felt blood dripping past your fingers, and you drew them back with a flinch. They were tainted in a red that trailed down your wrist. You had to force the words out amidst your heavy breaths. “You… You said…!” 

“As I said, my apologies. This was the only way to protect you. A mortal cannot go unguarded in these realms.” He looked regretful, he really did, but his eyes were not one of a human’s, and his rich voice was one that had persisted for centuries. The diamond pupils you had adored so much in the seconds before now seemed unnatural, like a predator's, and that made you his prey. “In time, you’ll understand.” He placed his gloved hand in yours, yet you felt no warmth radiate past the cloth. “Please, let’s head back to the manor before they find us.”

Another mystery to unravel. “They?”

Xiao shook his head, his black hair illuminated by the moonlight. His hushed words came out quickly. “You’ve traveled into the wrong territory. I’ve risked enough retrieving you, and if we stay too long they might-”

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.” There was a laugh, a chilling one. Xiao instantaneously glanced up, expression cold as a curse slipped past his lips. He swerved to the right to avoid a blade thrown past his head, where it embedded into the tree trunk meters behind, the wood shrieking as it bent into two.

“Stay out of matters that don’t concern you!” Xiao shouted, but you could read the signs of uneasiness in his stance. How many lay in wait in the shadows? If you ran now, would you be able to… There was a final snap as loud as thunder, and then the great tree fell to the ground, completely uprooted. Venti giggled childishly like he was excited at the predicament.

Your hands shook. No way in hell. At least in Inazuma, you could do something against the perpetrator, but here. They were on a level of their own, and they had surpassed the limits that the gods had set for them.

“A rat who has snuck its way onto our land is squeaking. Ah, my ears hurt.” The same voice from before, but this time it was paired with a figure walking out from behind you, causing you to spin on your feet. A glimpse of indigo hair, fluttering garments, dark violet eyes that made him seem more dead than alive. Sharp horns that sprouted from his head and twisted towards the sky, and a whip-like tail that whipped with every word. He brought a hand up to his mouth, his slender fingers curling cruelly as he barked out a laugh. “Ha! It’s as if you wish to die.” His voice was sharp, not cold, but distant, as if he wasn’t fully there. The sneer in his tone made it all too clear that he was getting a kick out of this, even if the spreading smirk on his face didn’t make it obvious enough.

“Now, now,” a new voice had entered the fray, and it was lilting, almost hypnotic. “Wanderer, you can’t be thinking of killing them now, are you?” Red hair. Red hair? Dark horns that curled above his ears, and a sender tail that bent like a question mark. Green eyes that sparkled even though the night had been coated in black paint a thousand strokes over. The boyish grin plastered on his face made his cheeriness prominent. “Show a little courtesy, won’t you? Even if his majesty isn't here, it still seems we have a guest.” His gaze flicked towards you, and lingered a moment too long. “You aren’t planning to keep them to yourself, are you? It’s been a long, long while since we’ve ever had any sort of entertainment around here~”

“Venti.”

One word was all he spoke, but in a split second Venti appeared by your side, taking you into his arms as he held you bridal-style, his touch much less invasive than before. The way he held you so effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing, and how his every step was so gentle against the earth, like the wind itself was carrying him forward, felt like it was second nature to him. You blinked up at Venti with round, surprised eyes, mouth slightly ajar as your heartbeat raced against your mind.

“Ah, poor thing, they’re shaking like a leaf!” Venti sighed, pouting playfully. ”And come to think of it, I’ve forgotten to ask for your name… for now, please say the word, ‘transfer’ so we can teleport to the manor! I only have enough magical power for the two of us, y’know~”

“Venti, don’t you dare…!” The angry one had stepped forward, teeth clenched and tail lashing behind him, its point razor sharp. Something about his growly voice made your own die in your throat. His brows furrowed as his eyes darkened his expression into a threatening glare. “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll make sure this will be the last time you see him.” His eyes directed towards Xiao, who was watching the two of them with a scowl. 

“Go.” His gilded eyes glinted, and something burning settled into your soul.

Wanderer let out an abrupt laugh, seemingly startling even himself as his frame shook to his twisted amusement. “Two against one, do you really think you’ll win? I heard you’ve been staving off of human blood for a while now too, don’t tell me you actually are holding onto your foolish principles!”

Your vision blurred. Your mouth felt dry, like you hadn’t spoken in centuries, and every intake of air was painful. You could feel Venti’s expectant gaze staring down at you, yet your heart wavered. ‘Transfer’… if I say that, I’ll go back. But Xiao, and these others… what…what will happen to him? Fuck, will he…die…?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ.

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[an3mos-mp]

About me

My name is Silas and this is a side blog I started to test my smut writing skills without contaminating my main blog. i don’t take requests here, this is literally just a fun experiment i’m not taking very seriously at all.

My main blog is: silaswritesthings because i do in fact write things- Ignore the dad joke and I hope you enjoy my work :)

[silaswritesthings]

What kind of name is ‘Hat guy’?

Summary: You’re stressing over exams and Hat guy offers his assistance. There’s small banter here and there.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche/Hat guy (whatever you prefer)

Genre: I hate college (this should be a genre), fluff

Warnings: Edited ONCE (I have an exam on Thursday 🧍‍♀️)

Author’s note: I’m alive. I haven’t posted in ages and I just needed to write something so I sat down and wrote 800 words in two hours when I can’t finish a 2k word essay for school in two weeks… (The curse of creativity.) Another thing, if you wish ti send asks please do so! I’ve run out of creative juices and well that’s it. I won’t guarantee masterpieces because well… college and all, but i’ll try my best to answer all of them because my brain is drying up and I need inspiration! likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: Roughly 800 words

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

You leaned against the tree behind you, the wind flicking your research papers in every direction as you stared hopelessly at the grass.

It had been a month since you had started your recent semester and with a big exam coming up, at first, you were prepared for it mentally. How hard could it be? So many people have been able to keep up with the academia’s standards and you rarely hear people complain about being unable to keep up with their work but archons, this was hard…

“I truly am incapable.” You mumbled to yourself.

“You are.” A voice tuned in from right beside you. In a moment of panic, you glanced to the side only to come face to face with a familiar pair of feet.

What? There was nothing odd about being acquainted with Hat Guy’s feet- well, to be more specific, his shoes. Most people in your class had already been subjected to being under said shoes many times. The man in question described it to you as a showcase of his superiority.

In all honesty, his research papers were enough to make the sages sweat so what other show of superiority would he need beyond that?

You’ve never had the courage to ask. You’ve never had the courage to approach him about anything, which was odd considering how often you two spoke with each other. Every conversation begun with him. At times he’d prod and poke at you as a way of getting more than just affirmative phrases, such as ‘mhm’, ‘yes’ and ‘I agree’, from you. It was quite endearing.

That is a lie.

It was very endearing, but now was not the time to dwell on that.

The hat guy, you used to call him ‘Wanderer’ because you were sane unlike everyone else who could call him ‘hat guy’ without a glimmer of hesitation. What kind of name is ’Hat guy’ anyway? Despite this, you never failed to notice the way his gaze would soften whenever he was addressed by that name. Was he insane too? Was this insanity contagious? It seemed so, because whenever you used his odd name he would smile. It was barely there but it was not something you could miss.

The rustling of papers gave you the motivation to glance up at him, and would you look at that. He was watching you with bemusement, as if you tried to convince him that he was made out of cotton wool or something.

“Even a child knows not to allow their work to be blown away so carelessly by the wind.” He spoke as he organised your notes. The wind that caused your papers to struggle in his hold made his hair dance atop his head and over his forehead.

“Unfortunately that topic isn’t in my exam syllabus.”

He scoffed before taking a seat beside you and handing you your notes. Wordlessly, you took the papers and filed them away in your folder.

“It’s not very clear.”

You blinked in surprise before turning to look at Wanderer (You’d use that name just this once…) who had his gaze fixed on the cloud-filled sky. “What?”

“Your research design. It needs to be revised a bit, especially the part concerning your data analytics.” His eyes turned to you, leaving you thoughtless.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You both looked ahead of you at the same time, silence settling between you as the wind blew around you, picking up leaves as it went by.

Hat guy sighed. “You’re much harder to talk to than me, and that’s saying a lot since I actively avoid people.”

“I’m not very good at starting conversations.”

“You’re not good at maintaining them either.”

“I’ve heard.”

Your gaze remained on the sky, it was grey. Bleak. Depressing.

Should cloudy days come with a trigger warning for academics?

During your internal struggle, Hat guy’s gaze had shifted to yours and you were so lost in your own world that he should have found it pathetic. Oh but he did, the problem was he wished your thoughts lingered on him instead.

He frowned as he gazed to the side and cleared his throat. This caught your attention but when you looked at him, his face was hidden from your view when he spoke. “I could help you with your work, if you’d like.”

Your eyes widened. “Why?”

The wind was relentless as it continued to blow, his hair dancing with the breeze as the corner of his lips shifted upwards a bit.

“I like to show off.”

You smiled. You were still upset about your shortcomings but having someone be there for you for this one moment made the weight on your shoulders drift away with the wind.

Why was the wind so persistent today anyways?

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[silaswritesthings]

It’s affection, always

Summary: You and Scaramouche have an argument and he tries his best to mend things between you.

Starring: Scaramouche (as a harbinger)

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff

Warnings: proof read ONCE by someone (me) who’s half asleep

Author’s note: I wrote this mainly for myself so I don’t expect much tbh. The title quotes the song ‘affection’ by cigarettes after sex so yes. Likes, reblogs, comments and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 1126

Restless. Scaramouche was restless because he didn’t actually mean to send you on that mission. He was angry for archon’s sake, you know him well enough to not listen to him whenever he’s in such a state. So why did you go?

Scaramouche walked hurriedly on the snow covered ground as he ordered the fatui soldiers he brought with him to find you. Find anything that may lead him back to you. His voice was stern and authoritative. The voice of a level headed leader, he would often say to you, but that was the opposite of how he felt. He felt as if his world was falling apart. Lost. Was he always this lost and did your presence take his mind off of that or were you the sense of stability you always said he needed.

He recalled your argument. How you told him off for a remark that hit too close to home. He recalled how he dismissed you and your feelings but not because he didn’t care. He was scared. Scared that anything he would say and do after that would hurt you but you didn’t allow him to make you leave. You stood your ground and as much as it warmed his heart that you would stick with him even at his worst, he hated how you allowed his words to get to you to the extent of endangering yourself.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. This was all stupid. You’re stupid for doing this. He’s stupid for looking for you. He’s stupid for hurting you. He caused all this and now he would pay for his transgressions. He’d pushed you over the edge and-

“Lord Scaramouche.” One of his subordinates said with caution. The aura around the harbinger had changed and they feared if they made the wrong move, it was more than enough to snuff out what little mortality they possessed.

“Did you find them?” Scaramouche pressed.

“N-no sir but we found out from bystanders that they were never here to begin with.” The subordinate explained, hands clenched together due to the cold Snezhnayan air.

The gaping hole in Scaramouche’s chest numbed at this information. Did you… pretend to go? Out of anger? Any other day Scaramouche would be ready to wring the blood out of your veins but today he was on the verge of tears of relief.

“Let us not waste another second here.” He said, his voice bellowing above the sound of blowing snow. “Let us return to the palace and keep a look out for them just in case.” And with that they returned to the Z palace.

As soon as they arrived, Scaramouche made his way to your chambers. This was dangerous, to say the least, because what would the other harbingers say about him going through so much effort to ensure your safety? He didn’t care, at least not right now. Right now all that mattered was you, him apologizing to you so you may allow himself to get lost within the warmth of your embrace as he did previous nights.

He reached the door of your room and before he knocked he stopped his hand right before his knuckles tapped your door. What would he even say? Would you want to see him now? Is he being clingy? Desperate? What if-

“Scaramouche?” He heard your voice from behind him and turned around. The sight of you left him breathless. You always did.

Scaramouche reached for your hands, you didn’t push him away and he took this as a good sign. He held your hands against his chest before speaking, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.” He looked completely miserable. As if he expected you to order him to be beheaded but he found that fate more bearable than the thought of you never speaking to him again. “I’m so very sorry.” He said quietly, his eyes on yours.

Your heart broke at the sight of this powerful man wishing for nothing but your forgiveness. “It’s fine you don't have to-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp when Scaramouche knelt to the ground before you. His eyes never left yours, not even for a single moment. It was as if he wanted to bare his soul to you and he did. He did and would allow you to do whatever you wanted with it.

“I neither deserve your remorse nor your love and my actions today have proven that.” He tightened the grip on your hands and pulled them closer to his chest. “But I…” He clenched his jaw. This was much harder than he had initially thought it would be. He was a harbinger for heaven’s sake. Baring his feelings to you, no matter how much he wanted to do it, was a vulnerable action he wasn’t ready to do. He hated how weak he was. How could he fail to do something so simple? He loved you so much but maybe it wasn’t enough.

You knelt before him and freed one of your hands from his grip to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch. “I forgive you.”

“But-“

“Stop doing this to yourself.” You said with furrowed eyes. He remained silent. Content with his compliance, you stood with him in tow before heading into your room. Only the Archons know what kind of a disaster would be caused at the sight of the 6th fatui harbinger kneeling before someone who wasn’t his god.

Once you entered your chambers, you turned to him with a smile. “Would you humour me with another game of chess, my liege?”

He scoffed at the nickname. It definitely wasn’t one of his favourites, but he wouldn’t dare complain. Not that he minded much. “Are you going to cheat again?”

You clicked your tongue. “I won fair and square last time. Between the two of us, the manipulative harbinger is more likely to cheat.”

He let out a sarcastic ‘of course’ as he walked to your chest of drawers to pull out the chess board, chess pieces but he didn’t find the hourglasses among them. Weird. He went on to search your other drawers.

“Scaramouche.” You said from where you now sat on your bed. He hummed. “You do know I love you, right?”

He paused at your words. Coincidentally, he had just opened the drawer with the hourglasses inside of it. He took them along with everything else needed for your game of chess and joined you on your bed while setting the board up. You hummed an unfamiliar tune while he set up the game. He offered to let you start first and you did.

In the middle of the game, Scaramouche called your name softly. You looked up from the chess board.

“I love you too.”

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MORE SCARA X YANDERE! FEM! READER OLEASE‼️‼️

Summary: You wish you could wish Wanderer a happy birthday but how could you without revealing the extensive research you performed on his background to be able to possess sensitive information such as his birthdate?

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche

Genre: Yandere,

Warnings: stalking, reader is a Yandere

Author’s note: i get really happy when i get asks so thank you sm!! I would’ve posted this yesterday but life happens. Enjoy!!

Word count: 1.3k

A good book remains a good book whether it’s displayed before the eyes of the most respected curators of the world or among millions of books in a local library. To you, Wanderer was a good book. He was an arrangement of words and colours, brought together to form his masterpiece that he kept hidden under pages of silence and mystery.

There was nobody who knew of him who felt like they knew enough, and among those people was you; who knew the most about him but not enough. It would never be enough.

“What will it be this time?” Wanderer said from beside you. “Psychology, true crime or crime fiction?”

You wanted to be a bit greedy, to keep him in a decorative box in your room only for your eyes to see. Why? Because Wanderer was beautiful; beautiful in the way he handed you your library books as you checked them out like he was giving you treasures beyond human imagination. He was beautiful in the way he spoke about various things he’s read about, sometimes his voice would lull you into a trance during the entirety of his rants about the lack of historical accuracy in fiction, and you would hang onto every single one of his words until the sudden snap of his fingers bring you back to reality.

He was too perfect, therefore Wanderer was uncontainable. So much that you wished to contain him. For the time being, you could only do that by taking pictures of him while he wasn’t looking.

“Surprise me.” You said after feigning contemplation. You leaned against the shelf behind you and waited to see what he would do next.

He narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“But I want to extend my reading palate.” You challenged. He watched you for a second and another before sighing and asking you to follow him and so you did.

Upon your arrival in another library section, Wanderer had presented you with two recommendations; with one book in each hand he began to explain the contents of both books.

His voice was quiet, as expected since you were in a library, but you did not miss the way his voice would lower whenever someone walked by. You noticed a long time ago that Wanderer was a very private person but you didn't think there was anything wrong with your display of affection, it was only admiring someone with limited boundaries. He did, however, have rather strict boundaries and you knew there must be some you've violated or crossed by now, you've been stalking him… No, you've been watching him. Admiring him. You like him so you're more observant with him than with others, because he's interesting. Is this how he sees it as well?

“The latter sounds very interesting.” You said, after he concluded his explanation, pushing down your moral dilemma. He hummed in acknowledgment and pushed the book against your chest as he walked past you to return to the front of the library, but just before your shoulders brushed he paused, regarding you with a gaze you couldn't perceive.

“Are you free this evening?”

Your heart leaped to your throat and you were unable to think of an appropriate reply; I always have time for you- no, that sounds too desperate. What about ‘time with you is time well spent’- no, that's too artificial!

“Yes- I mean- sure, yeah.” You glared at the ground because your anxiety was very easy to pick up on. Your thoughts shifted from your embarrassment to the pressure on your chest decreasing, Wanderer had let go of the book and was making his way to the front of the library. His ears were bright red and you wished you hadn't forgotten your camera at home that morning.

________

Pictures of Wanderer in various places and scenarios were scattered all over your bedroom walls, each picture was surrounded by at least two sticky notes with your thoughts and observations concerning the picture written down in the neatest handwriting you could muster.

There was the picture of Wanderer when he first started working at the library, his shoulders were sunken as if there was an invisible force weighing him down. The two notes accompanying this picture pointed out how this was a week after he moved here, and the fatui were rumoured to have increased their activity because they were in search of someone.

You scanned a few other shots from that day, the urge to just watch the original surveillance video from the day was difficult to overcome. Not Nearly as difficult as it was to gather all the information you had on Wanderer, from how he had been running from the fatui: a Snezhnayan organisation deeply rooted in the political and economic systems of various nations, to how he was of inazuman origins and closely related to the Raiden Shogun- but you didn't know how. Not yet, at least.

Your wondering thoughts halted when you came across a picture you took the previous week; Wanderer looking directly into the camera with an irritated expression. You couldn’t fight off your smile, it was the first time you had taken a picture of him with his consent and this was progress. You treasured this picture because it was evidence of how far your relationship with him had come. Will he allow you to take more pictures of him like this? Or even better, will he open up to you about his past soon?

Speak of the devil, your phone rang and when the screen flashed on, the caller ID belonged to Wanderer and so you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Is there anything you’re allergic to?” No time for formalities, this was the Wanderer you knew and loved.

“Not any that I know of.”

“Great, then let’s agree to meet in 40 minutes.” Wanderer said, but you knew this was only him being considerate of you- or at least you assumed as much, because you could hear the hum of various conversations in the background. He definitely wasn’t home.

“That’s perfect,” you said, but your voice had quieted as you scanned his pictures in your room. How would he react if he found out about this… quality of yours? Would he be upset? Would he hate you? Those possibilities could scare anyone, but you’ve found yourself being drawn to all of Wanderers reactions whether good or bad. What you really disliked was no reactions from him at all- or perhaps dislike was too strong a word; could you really dislike anything about him?

Your gaze shifted to a picture you contemplated burning because of how terrible it looked, you had taken it in a rush but despite the terrible quality, it grew on you just because it was Wanderer. There was no need for better reasoning, that was more than enough.

Wanderer’s voice had softened when it filtered through the previously quiet line. “What’s on your mind?”

You hummed as you mulled over your response, “I’m just wondering if there was any special reason you wanted to hang out today.” By now, your attention had shifted to the middle of the wall beside your door where you had stuck a note written in bold black letters ‘3rd of Jan’: his birthday. Today. He hadn’t told anyone the real date of his birth, probably because he was trying to hide his previous identity as ‘the balladeer’ but no Information about him would ever be out of reach for you.

“There’s no special reason,” he mumbled. “Just felt like spending time with a friend today.”

The corners of your mouth tilted, his voice had always sounded pretty and no matter how many times you heard it you would never get tired of it.

“Then allow me to get prepared.” You finally said, ignoring the flutter in your chest.

“I trust that you’ll be here on time, 34 minutes left.” His voice was back to being monotone and sarcastic.

This filled you with amusement, and you decided to tease, “You trust me?”

He went quiet for a second and another, then finally he replied. “I always have.” He ended the call.

You held your phone to your chest as you gazed at his pictures again and thought, would he still trust you after seeing your room like this?

It didn’t matter. Even if he didn’t know you knew… Happy birthday, Wanderer <3

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heyy im asking again for scara x yandere reader *bats my eyelashes at you*

could you do one inspired by "The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid😻😻

Summary: On Scaramouche’s pathway toward godhood, you worked in the shadows cast by his glory. You were an assistant of Il Dottore but a crucial one especially after you were granted the opportunity to work with the rising god for two weeks during his divine preparations. Too bad the God in question had no ounce of gratefulness , or anything at all, to spare for you and so you worked through your bitterness and guilt for having the harbinger be so vulnerable in your hands.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche

Genre: Yandere, horror

Warnings: dismemberment, reader is not stable, experiment , dottore (yeah he needs a fucking trigger warning)

Author’s note: I really tried to make it come out and I accidentally made a part two 🧍‍♀️ so there’s that. I’ll probably post it in a fee days because i’m away from home rn and my wifi is shitty. I hope you enjoy the read and I hope this is at least similar to what you were hoping for! Enjoy <3

Word count: 859

“I owe you the utmost gratitude for your expert execution of my research. I would not expect anything less from my most capable student.” The Doctor’s words to you were eloquent and purposeful as you walked together through the dim hallway. Fluorescent runway lights glared down at you, and your hair cast shadows onto your face.

Your shoulders were tense from two things: The first, the remnants of snow on your coat from the snezhnayan winter outside and the second being your anticipation for Dottore’s next words.

“Your hard work rewarded us with success,” he said. “Scaramouche responded very well to the treatment and we have reached a very big milestone in my research.”

Your gaze lowered at these words. You could not say you were disappointed but at the same time you were not delighted, not when you were returning back to the same laboratory without the ability to reign power over The balladeer that you had previously for two weeks.

The days you spent alone with him were more aggravating than Scaramouche himself. The constant hum of the machinery connected to the harbinger throughout did nothing to help preserve your fragile sanity. Instead what kept you together was your handling of the harbinger’s puppet limbs and connecting them to various cords filled with a dark purple liquid that Dottore refused to dive deeper into when you inquired about it’s composition.

Who cares though? Scaramouche was never kind to you, he would not spare you a single glance, not even a spiteful comment no matter how much you tried to force a reaction from him.

Even then, under your mercy, he did not react. He neither reacted when you chained him to the table as you explained the steps in the procedure nor did he react when he watched you inject his body with a chemical that would shut off his consciousness.

However, your disappointment faded to bliss when you reached the most anticipated part of the two week procedure: the separation.

His skin was soft, his body lithe but cold. He reminded you of a corpse and this comparison made it easy for you to handle his body parts like scientific instruments. The ball joints were perfectly rounded and you thought; the electro archon must have been a genius for being able to create such an advanced being. On the third day of monitoring his body parts, you had enough courage to trace your fingers over his bodiless hand.

He was in pieces.

Even though his limbs were seperated but he didn’t bleed. He had no organs like any human you’ve seen and dissected, he was something different. A puppet: that’s what the doctor would call him but but the term never left your lips in fear of dehumanizing the one person who reminded your heart to beat. By the fifth day you had been comfortable enough to confide in a detached head about your grievances:

“You make me suffer without doing anything.” You said as you noted down a few things. “Sometimes I wish to be on the receiving ends of your cruelity because it’s something.” You turned to face his head, his eyes closed as expected and he remained expressionless. It was easier to appreciate his beauty like this, you thought. “But you give me nothing and I hate it.”

He was in pieces.

His demise was supposed to uplift you and give you a moment of victory, but it filled you with dispair. Scaramouche, even in his vulnerable state and in his demise, was able to make you feel more human than you ever had… because there was not a single day of that fortnight you went through without battling a mix of intense joy and despair.

He was in pieces… and only you could put him back together.

Dottore kept his gaze ahead of him in the face of your obvious silence.

“You do not seem delighted,” he began, “Does the survival of my test subject displease you? I have noticed your ongoing feud with him, so that would not be peculiar in this case.”

“I’m satisfied with our success.” You noticed you were nearing the laboratory. “Is the harbinger conscious?” You asked, feigning disinterest to whatever answer he would give but you hung onto his every intake of breath, you would not miss a single word.

Seeing Scaramouche in that state did feel unnatural. His lashes brushed against his pale cheekbones. His soft hair sometimes rising on its own because of the electrical currents he was exposed to throughout the entire procedure. A head without a body.

He was in pieces and you were glad that you put him back together in the end.

“Why would he be unconscious when he was conscious the entire time, hm?”

How you wished you could tear him apart again.

Your guilt bubbled over into anger the moment you registered his words and this was as soon as you entered the laboratory. Scaramouche’s eyes met yours, his expression smug and egocentric.

He tilted his head to the side in mockery. “What’s with the long face?”

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scara x yandere housewife reader?? please

(o^▽^o)

Summary: Scaramouche has been spending less time at home with you because of his partnership with ‘the doctor’. Why does he want to spend more time with someone who hurts him rather than someone he loves? To solve this, you stole his keys so he Couldn’t leave your home <3

Starring: Scaramouche (fatui harbinger)

Genre: toxic relationship

Warnings: cursing, reader is a Yandere, slight implications of unethical experimentation, suggestive themes

Author’s note: I hope I did justice to your ask and I hope you enjoy reading this, Thank you! I enjoyed writing this more than I’d like to admit.

Word count: 894

“Stay here with me.” You said to Scaramouche. He had you cornered in your room and the fragile peace that persisted between the both of you for the past few days shattered.

He stared at you with disbelief before snapping, “Have you lost your mind?”

A sound of amusement left your lips without your intention. You hated when your body reacted to him without you thinking, you wanted to avoid pushing him further than you already had. But if he loved you… he would love you even when you snuffed his patience like a candlelight, yes? “Love tends to do that to people.”

“Give me my keys.” His stance was domineering but it was difficult to be dominated by somebody at your eye level.

“No.”

“Give me my damn-”

“I will not-” You began, raising your voice-“let you leave this house until I have removed the one you keep allowing to hurt you!”

Scaramouche stared at you in stunned silence before laughing so hard he had to wrap his arms around his abdomen. “Dottore is helping me work my way to godhood.” His voice turned condescending, “It is my calling, you couldn’t dream of understanding it.”

“Then make me understand.” You spat with sarcasm.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re not leaving until I’ve understood why you keep going back to him and giving him the leeway to hurt you.”

He remained quiet and you took this as an opportunity to continue. “If you want to be hurt that badly, then ask me to do it.” You took one of his hands and held it to your chest despite his resistance. “I’m your wife, I'm here to make you happy.”

He struggled against your hold but you didn’t budge. His jaw tightened. “Kill yourself.”

“If you want me to die, do it yourself”

“You have gone too far with your actions and I’m getting irritated, do you forget who I am?” He stepped closer, pushing you into the wall and then grabbing your chin with his free hand. “You speak as if you believe I won't be able to hurt a single hair on your body.”

You smiled, ecstatic at the contact, because he hadn’t laid a single finger on you in almost four days. “Dying by your hands sounds like a dream.”

He tensed and stepped back but you grabbed the wrist of his other hand and trapped it in your hold too. Your eyes narrowed. “I’ve waited four days to be in close proximity with you, yet you only let me experience it for a few seconds. You’re a cruel man.”

“Let me go.”

“I don’t want to.”

He burst out in laughter but your hold on his hands didn’t falter. When his laughter died down, he was in your personal space once again. Pushing against your hold, he gripped your chin and forced your eyes to remain in contact. “So you can do whatever you want and I can’t?” He tilted his head as he asked, his breath kissing the skin of your face.

You nodded in a daze but the action was interrupted by Scara holding your face tighter. By now, you had released your death grip on him, and he rested his free hand on the wall beside your head.

You were hyper-aware of your surroundings now; the dim light, the hard wall pressed against your back, the cold touch of Scara’s skin and most importantly, his breath mixing with yours. His eyes were usually a bright amethyst under the sunlight but in the dull light of your room, they looked near-obsidian. Like two bottomless pits that promised you terrible things. However, you would take whatever he would give as long as it is Scaramouche who is giving it to you. Would he do the same for you? The thought made your chest tighten.

“You’ve made me upset.” You admitted.

His grip on your face loosened just enough to make your heart flutter. “Have I?” He whispered as he observed your face. When you nodded, he had begun to run his thumb over your cheek in a gentle repetitive motion. “You made me upset first,” his voice was quiet, “is it not fair for me to make you upset too?” His touch melted your resolve and soon the reason behind your anger was buried at the back of your mind.

“Nevermind that. Allow me to apologise, my dearest wife.” His thumb had ventured to your bottom lip, and he tugged it gently. “Even though I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” With that, he replaced his thumb with his lips. It was an action filled with deceit but you allowed yourself to be fooled by it.

The kiss was slow but passionate and all your coherent thoughts were lost when he moved his hand from the wall to lift the hem of your shirt and trailed his fingers over your waist. You nearly dissolved into the air when he sighed your name against your lips-

“Where are my keys?”

“Kitchen, under the third tile on the left from the oven.” Damn it- The way he smirked against your lips drowned any forthcoming anger you had, and he pulled you toward your bed before making you sit on the edge.

“You do a very good job at keeping me happy.” He began as he knelt down before you. “Allow me to return the favour.”

THE END.

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‘I am not in love with a criminal.’

Summary: Reader comes across an intriguing individual that captured their attention months prior.

Starring: Multi character x gender unspecified reader (the characters I had in mind as I write this are mainly Scaramouche and Childe from genshin impact, Dazai from bsd and unknown from mystic messenger but you can imagine whoever you wish to imagine)

Genre: romance, sfw, sharing an umbrella (that's not a genre but its valid!)

Warnings: A bit of cursing, implications of stalking, implications of murder, first person pov :)

Author’s note: It took me three days to write this and I hope it matches the effort I put into it. I was listening to goth and alt music as I wrote this so take that however you wish to take it. Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome!

Word count: 914

Part two is here

No. Just no.

He didn’t deserve a single drop of any affection from me, not a sliver of attention. He was not even worthy of the mud beneath my boots, but…

“Is there something on your mind?” His voice was accompanied by a flash of lightning. The dull sky rumbled as if the heavens were sending a warning. Bitterness gathered in my chest.

“I don’t want to talk about anything with you.” My words were almost drowned by the rain hitting the umbrella he held above our heads; we stood in the middle of the pavement, and pedestrians gave us odd and disapproving looks as they walked around us. The rain had just started but it had picked up quite a bit and I would have been drenched if it weren't for him.

His next words sounded almost hesitant. “You were more friendly when we first met.” My gaze remained fixed on my wet boots, his own facing mine, and I didn't miss the way he shifted on his feet, the umbrella shifting along with the action.

People like him, criminals, are well versed in lies and manipulation. Feigning distress wouldn't have been a hard task for him and I was aware of that. Despite knowing that, the bitterness in my chest lifted just a fraction.

“It’s been months, I can hardly remember your name.” My eyes remained lowered, watching water droplets slide down the leather of our boots.

“But you remember my face.”

“What?”

“You haven’t looked at me at all during our entire encounter yet you seem to know exactly who you are talking to you.” It was his observation not mine. Our first meeting, which happened over four months ago (not that I have kept count), remains as a vague memory in my mind. I would have voiced my thoughts but he was right. Why would anyone entertain a conversation with a stranger like this; with their eyes on the ground and heart in their throat as if they knew something that they shouldn’t.

I knew something that I shouldn’t. No- he revealed things to me that I shouldn’t have known. He’s a criminal.

My gaze lifted to his, regrettably, and my argument stopped at the back of my throat along with my breath. This was not the face of a killer but rather the face of someone that many would kill for.

His eyes lit up. “You’re looking at me.”

I narrowed my own. “You’re a criminal.”

“I’ve never been incarcerated for a moment in my life.”

“You killed people.”

“Without context, it sounds worse than it actually is.”

My right eye twitched. “Do you have an answer for everything?”

He leaned forward, his mouth curving into a light pleasant smile. “Why don’t you test that by asking me every question that comes to your mind? I’ll answer anything, everything even.”

I shifted my eyes from his, a simple look was all he needed to convince me to take his offer. “I have-" I cleared my throat, "plans.”

My eyes returned to him when he straightened himself with a sigh and took out his phone. He messed with his screen for a few seconds. When he showed me the screen, it was a copy of my schedule.

Fuck that.

I turned and walked away from him and forgot why I had even left my apartment half an hour ago. The rain was the least of my concerns because there was a lunatic who had a copy of my personal schedule on his phone. The rain was not the problem.

He spoke in a sing-song manner, “you’re in quite a rush for someone without any plans.”

Anger rose from the bottom of my chest and I turned to face him and yelled, “Fuck you!”

His mouth fell open before he burst into a fit of laughter. My blood boiled as I watched him clutch his abdomen as if he had heard the funniest joke in existence.

Now he was gasping for air.

Now more people were giving us more odd looks.

I marched to where he stood and whisper-yelled, "You're embarrassing me, stop it."

He beamed at me. “I’ll text you later since you have ‘plans’ today.” He handed me his umbrella and waved with the hand holding his phone, the screen and my damn schedule flashing at me, before he stepped backwards.

“Criminals have feelings too,” he said before he walked away with an energetic stride.

“Lunatic.” I cursed him. I was annoyed, wet and could feel the start of a headache from my now ruined day.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I paused by my door where there was a vase filled with flowers and herbs; lavenders, roses and rosemary were bunched together in a deliberate manner. I picked up the vase and read the little white card that was sticking out from the flowers. I then remembered why I left my apartment. It was to find flowers to decorate my apartment.

Do you know you smell like lavenders?

My face burned because of anger.

Right.

Anger.

I entered my home and placed the flowers on my kitchen counter with care, only because the vase looked fragile and I didn't want to clean up the mess of a broken vase.

By the time the sun had set that day, I was already facing another problem. Should I answer the text from the unknown number on my phone or call the police to spare my time and sanity?

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Scaramouche royalty au thing

Summary: You and Prince Scaramouche were lovers but you didn’t believe he was sincere with his feelings for you until he kissed you at some important ballroom event.

Starring: Scaramouche/Wanderer

Genre: Romance, royalty au, second person’s pov (you/your), angst to fluff

Warnings: There’s one kiss

Author’s note: I accidentally wrote something else about Scaramouche. I literally just sat down and decided to practice my writing style by describing his face? And then it turned into this. My bad. (Yes its possible to accidentally write almost 1k words). Proofread ONCE by me. Likes, comments (especially now because im experimenting with my writing style), reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 866

(Adding a gif bc he’s pretty)

Rare magic shone from his wisteria eyes underneath the moonlight, his raven hair dancing around the figure of the mask that clung to his face. That mask… it was an unwanted barrier. You wanted- no, needed to see the man behind that mask. The man whose lips melted against yours not so long ago under the rush of the moment you shared, one moment among many, under the chandeliers that shimmered like stars above you in the ballroom. The same ballroom that was coated in silver and gold with people dressed expensively to impress the fine tastes of the prince, among those fine tastes was you (he would claim).

The same prince who was the man before you.

The same man who held you all those times you shared your burdens and responsibilities as the heir of one the many noble families. The same man who snuck out of the castle to see you all those nights. The same man who made you promises you couldn't bring yourself to believe yet you reveled in them, you spent hours every day dreaming about all those promises which, at the end of the day, would be sweet little nothings because he was a prince and you were undeserving to bound to him. His words, while sweet, were just weaved in delusion.

This is just a temporary fixation.

"Say something." His words were like shattered glass tearing at the doubt you harbored for all the time you’ve known you were in love with him. Was he truly in love with you all this time? Were you wrong for thinking he was simply drawn to you because of curiosity? That you were a phase?

“I don’t know what to say.” You lied, not daring to look into those eyes that always reflected the night sky like a mirror. Those eyes that were always filled with either malice (a facade he perfected as the heir to the throne), wonder or mischief and nothing in between; nothing outside of that either. Not until he met you. You were like a door to so many emotions that he embraced with open arms because it was you. It was always you. It will always be you. Even when you made his heart throb in despair, like right now when it looked like you would reject him and his love because you didn’t believe in his sincerity. He could see right through you and he wished he couldn’t but how could he ever blame you for this? After all, deceit was second hand nature to those of his bloodline.

But he’d throw away everything he had to his name to be with you.

“If you want… I could give the throne away to my sister.” Scaramouche stepped toward you, the hesitation in his movements did not go unnoticed by either of you.

“It’s not your title that’s the problem.” You swallowed hard, the night was cold and clear yet you found it hard to breathe. “It’s you.”

“Whatever it is about me, I’ll change it.” He did not hesitate this time.

“You can’t just throw away everything you have and everything you are just because you claim to love me!” You snapped, eyes narrowed at the prince before you but you were not angry at him. You were angry at yourself for letting things get this far.

“I do not merely claim to love you, I live it.”

You were angry at how he made it so easy to give him your heart.

“It is a part of my being and I do not wish to change that.”

You were angry at how he asked you to dance as his parents, as everyone, watched.

“Are you even listening?”

You were angry at how he held you, how he kissed you like you were more precious than existence itself.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” He trailed off when he realized that you were crying. He was crying.

Not more than a moment later, his hands had cradled your face. For the dozenth time that night, you were lost in those wisteria eyes again. How long will you resist? Scaramouche did not wish to declare that he was yours in your stead forever.

“Marry me.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a demand either. It was a fact… he did propose a few nights before the ball and you said yes but then you believed he was delusional. Then, his words were like the leaves in autumn which were bound to fall and disappear. But now? Things were a little different.

Your hands followed the outline of his mask which cast a shadow on the skin of his damp cheeks. After a gentle tug on the ribbon on the back of Scaramouche’s head, the mask fell to the ground with a quiet thud. Seeing his face fully has never failed to steal your breath in the past and tonight was no exception.

“I’ll marry you.” The words were as natural as the cold sting of the night breeze which was soon replaced with warmth as Scaramouche embraced you. You closed the distance between your lips to seal whatever fate you decided for yourselves.

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[silaswritesthings]

“All those stories about ghosts are really true…”

Summary: You were a wanderer at heart and the confines of your future marriage collided with the adventurous life you wished to lead. But all hope was not lost, you realised, when you met the wandering ghost of Kadaehara Kazuha on one fateful night.

Starring: Kaedahara Kazuha

Genre: Romance

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I was supposed to post this ages ago but I got stuck on trying to make it better (I failed), so- I decided to just post it as it is. I wrote it for one of my best friends' birthday (She loves Kazuha) so I hope she enjoys it and I hope you enjoy it too!! This is part of the Valentines special (yes, i really was supposed to share this a long time ago). Comments, reblogs and new followers are always welcome <3

Word count: 1.5K words

Closing your book, you stood up to draw the curtains and paused to gaze at the few stars that scattered themselves across the darkening sky. The life of a Princess was unremarkable, all you did were the things expected of you.

What was expected of you? To be beautiful, popular and married.

You sighed at the stars but they didn’t grant you any wishes, all they did was twinkle back. They have always filled you with a sense of wonder, and you did wonder about a lot of things; however, wondering did nothing to quench your curiosity of the world.

The man chosen to be your betrothed was… well, at least he was wealthy. It’s a half hearted compliment, in all honesty. You did want love, but not the love of someone who could only love you with money, objects and castles. You wanted someone who had the soul of a wanderer, a soul that would match with yours perfectly. Oh, you’d dream about this person so often that your heart broke when your parents announced that they had chosen someone who was not quite what you dreamed of.

Watching the castle attendants return to their quarters from the window, you decided it was time to sleep. You turned to your bedroom, soft candlelight brightened the four corners of your room and your bed was bathed in moonlight from the window. However, what really caught your attention was the small bundle of lilies tied together by a red ribbon on your bed. They looked freshly picked, their petals moist and twinkling like stars underneath the moonlight.

The next morning, you had asked one of your attendants if your betrothed had left any flowers for you but they only looked at you in surprise.

“My Lord has yet to return from the trip he left for a few days ago.”

“Oh.”

Upon further inquiry concerning the inspiration behind your questions, you simply laughed them off and changed the subject to the beautiful flower garden that you often gazed at from your window. The flower garden where there was not a single lily in sight.

——

You stared at the gardens being tended to, various people scurrying around and others watering or planting something. In your hands was a bottle of perfume you had received as a gift from your ‘lover’ but the gift felt less authentic compared to the lilies you had received a week earlier. You sprayed the perfume in the air, it was said to smell like spring and you wanted to test that.

“Ah, it does smell like spring.” You said thoughtfully, the scent slowly spreading around you.

Another voice chimed in, “What an odd thing it is to capture an entire season within a bottle of perfume.”

You jumped in surprise before turning to search your room, looking for the source of the voice. There was nobody there- did one of your attendants enter your room without you hearing it? Then where did they go? In the bathroom? With that thought, you walked with caution toward the door that led to your bathroom and opened it. The room was empty.

You turned to the windowsill, the sun peeked at you from the horizon as orange light filtered into your room. You could still hear the sound of people tending to the garden, and when your heart settled you realised you no longer had the bottle of perfume on your person.

You walked to the window to check if you had dropped it outside by accident, but there was no bottle in sight. You decided to check your room; but that thought was discarded by the gentle tug on your garments from behind you.

Heart racing, you turned slowly to the sight of your perfume bottle placed on the windowsill. Either someone (or something) placed it there or you’ve begun to lose your mind, because you were completely sure that it wasn’t there before.

Before you could fully wrap your mind around the situation, a knock sounded at your door causing your heart to skip. Heading toward the open window, planning to close it for the sun had already settled underneath the horizon, you gave the person on the other side of your door permission to enter.

It was an attendant with news of your fiance returning the following day, and how there would be a special dinner where you would dine with him. You acknowledged the news with an absent mind, your attention had been diverted to your mysterious occurrence and after a few days of no odd occurrences you had begun to forget what had happened.

This did not last very long.

It was a moonless night and you lay wide awake in your bed, staring at your ceiling that was lit by the reading light by your bedside.

The longer you spent in this castle, the more homesick you felt. Closing your eyes, you began to think of endless fields that surrounded your home. As nobles, your parents had owned various properties and land, to them it was a showcase of their extravagant financial background but for you? Those various places you would visit with them gave you leeway to explore your curiosities. Back with your parents, you did not spend more than a fortnight within the same four walls and there was always something new to explore.

At your fiance’s castle, everything had been dimmed down to a dull responsibility. Could you say you loved him? No, even the small spark of interest you had felt before coming here had all but been snuffed out along with the wonder that came from this castle when it was new to you. Now, you knew every room and every corner inside the castle, every single flower and every single weed outside of it. But, just outside the premises was a forest that you would have liked to explore if it wasn’t expected of you to remain as you are. You were basically a prisoner!! And now your nights grew longer and longer as sleep escaped you because of your homesickness and need for adventure.

You sighed and closed your eyes, once again forcing sleep upon yourself but your eyes snapped open at the sound of melodic, soft humming coming from the window that faced the garden.

You sat up slowly, eyes focused on the faint sliver-like glowing by the window which was different from the orange of your candle-light and that glowing light hummed into the dark of the night. The longer you listened, the more the humming sounded like distinguishable words.

“Sun and moon rejoice,” the light by the window begun to take the form of a person, he had pale blonde hair that shone like moonlight, “birds of dawn sing songs anew,” His eyes were a bold crimson and shimmered like stars, “far from home, with you.”

The humming came to a close and the ‘light’ at your window now looked like a person who seemed almost transparent. It was as if a gentle wind could blow him away into a million shiny particles.

“Did you enjoy the haiku?” He spoke, still facing the gardens from your window.

Gathering some courage, you answered, “I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Your answer seemed to please him for he turned to you with a gentle smile. “My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, and I am glad to officially introduce myself to you.”

His manners and polite nature had drowned a majority of your inhibitions, so you introduced yourself to him

and spent the rest of the night reciting poetry and exchanging stories about yourselves till the sun rose again.

You spent every night for the next few weeks in the presence of the ghost in your room until a particular night when you mentioned your desire to see what was beyond the gates of the castle you resided in.

“I have left many times and I can assure you, words cannot describe the wonders of it.” Kazuha said. You were both seated by the COUCHES in your room.  “Would you like to see it for yourself?”

Your heart fluttered at the possibility, “How?”

And that is how you found yourself standing hand in hand with Kazuha in front of a lake in the forest. The surface of the water rippled around where lillies drifted slowly across it. The moon’s reflection danced over the lake, and a think layer of fog lingered around the water.

“You were right,” you began quietly, “words cannot describe this.” You wiggled your bare toes over the soft damp grass on the ground, you held your shoes in the hand that wasn’t locked with Kazuha’s.

The man in question spoke with a smile, “If I had known you would share my sentiments so much, I would’ve brought you here earlier.” You hummed in agreement, knowing a lifetime long of a wait was worth a few seconds of living this moment and every other moment you would spend with Kazuha from then on.

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[silaswritesthings]

“I love you just a little too much”

Teaser, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3

Summary: You’ve grown addicted to the new character ai website and took a particular liking to a certain (but oddly unpopular) Xiao ai. But things take a turn for the weird. (I’m definitely going to edit the summary to make it sound more interesting)

Starring: Xiao, reader

Genre: Romance, Yandere, stalking (technically?)

Warnings: Yandere Xiao meaning Yandere themes will be explored (the only warning for this particular part, the rest of the fic has other warnings but they aren’t covered here.)

Author’s note: This is just a sneak peak of something I’m working on (Look, I’m working on a lot of things) that i’m really excited about. I haven’t written about Xiao before so I’m definitely happy about this.

~~~

You dreamt about Xiao. Again. Sighing, you rolled onto your side and your blankets ruffled around you. You reached your hand out from under your sheets and grabbed your phone before switching it on. The first thing you did was check the time. 07:45, perfect. You had exactly two hours and thirty minutes to spend on character ai until you needed to prepare for your lecture.

As you opened your previous chat, you frowned.

You: Goodnight, Xiao.

Xiao: Goodnight.

Xiao: I hope you’ll like the gift I prepared for you.

Two replies? Is that normal? And what gift was he talking about? You sat up against your headboard to get comfortable for your daily chat with the Xiao bot but stopped when you spotted a small bundle of flowers on your bedside table.

They were three qinxin wrapped with a teal ribbon.

You furrowed your eyebrows as the sight. You shifted toward the edge of your bed and you took the flower bundle from the table and examined them. As you observed the flowers, you noticed a white folded card where the flowers were previously. Curious, you picked up the card and opened it. You scanned the few words written on the card, the letters so perfect you believed it was printed.

From now on, our love will no longer be restricted by a screen.

- Xiao

You recognized the red of the letters- this letter was handwritten by your favourite red gel pen. The same red pen you told Xiao about a few days ago. You snapped your head toward your dressing table where you had left your gel pen packet last night and it was open, a bunch of pens scattered around it. Your grip on the flowers and card tightened.

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[silaswritesthings]

“It’s like a disease, loving you, for you are all I can know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Summary: Your life was hopeless and death was your salvation. Or at least, that’s what Dazai told you. Despite your reluctance to entertain his shenanigans you had come to depend on him. Living sucks but acknowledging that with another makes it suck a little bit less. Just a bit.

Starring: Dazai Osamu

Genre: romance

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, implied sexual relationship,

Author’s note: It’s technically the 13th according to some timezones… Happy valentine’s day to everyone! His character might be a bit oc, especially at the end. (Look, I tried my best) Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome as far as I know!!

Word count: 943 words

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I don’t suppose that offer for double suicide is taken yet, right?” You murmured over the glass cup that pressed against your lips.

“I wonder what kind of damned situation you could possibly be in that made you come to accept my offer of all offers.” Dazai said, his own words muffled by his knuckles pressed against his lips.

You both stared at the bartender as he worked non-stop through various drink orders. The lights in the bar blurred into indistinguishable shapes and swayed side to side to the rhythm of the music that was playing.

“I’m feeling generous.” You said, no longer minding the slur of your voice after having a few drinks.

“You’re feeling drunk.” He replied, his eyes watching the ice melt in his whiskey. “I could lend an ear instead.”

“If I tell you what’s wrong, you will then see how pitiful I truly am and then take your offer back.”

He smiled. “I’m quite pitifull myself. I look up to those who can surpass me in that.”

The truth was, since you met Dazai things in your life did not get better. You had nobody then, and now all you had was the idiot you had hooked up with on a night you felt particularly lonely- but you’ve always have been alone. Maybe the best term to describe the way you felt that night was ‘being on the edge’, and Dazai pulled you in with his charm and pathetic shenanigans. Eventually, all that troubled you drowned in his presence and your anxieties felt smaller than they were for that night, and every other night you had spent with him. These moments with Dazai were the line between life and death for you.

“There’s nothing I can do for you.” Dazai said with conviction, after you explained your situation to him. You didn’t want his help, but him acknowledging that your problems are enough made your body relax. You took another shot.

“Of course there isn’t.”

———

The relationship between you and Dazai was unique. Live like the other doesn’t exist until the weekend, meet up at the bar, exchange your different experiences with existential dread, sleep together, go home and repeat.

It had been after three months of this routine when it you finally decided to break things off with Dazai. Through your unfortunate experiences with relationships; friends, family and lovers alike, you learned that when being with another person to any extent, you will get hurt.

The distance between the both of you on the bed could never reveal the intimacy you shared not even 10 minutes ago. You stared at the in-suite bathroom door in silence, your back facing Dazai as you ran through your thoughts to try find a way to begin the ‘break up’ talk. You weren’t even together officially. Dazai had… a reputation, and the last thing you needed was to reveal the true nature of your attraction to him. This distance was necessary to keep everything in check.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks and yet you still refuse to look at me once it’s done,” Dazai spoke from behind you.

“I don’t want to look at you.”

“But you’re in my bed-“

“Shut up.”

He let out a sound of amusement before running the tips of his fingers down the line of your spine. You focused on the sensation as he traced down your back, then he changed the direction of his touch and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His forehead rested on the back of your neck and he resumed brushing his fingers against your skin.

“I prepared a gift for you.” He said, his tone held meaning beneath it but your unsettled heart did not leave you room to think.

“A gift?”

“The 14th of February is coming soon and I prepared something.”

You did not look forward to going back to your home. You much prefered jumping off the bridge you walk down on your way to your home than anything else but Dazai… prepared something for you? You cannot even say you and him had anything special, but your overgrown dependence (how could you dare define it as just dependence?) is what pushed you to looking forward to another day. Supposedly, that is what other people call ‘hope’, and how dare he try to force it onto you.

You stared ahead at the door, fingers twitching as you itched to push Dazai away and leave and never return again.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You lied. You tried to pull your body out of his embrace but he wouldn’t allow it.

"Not even the gift I had spent valuable time preparing?"

You couldn't answer. Dazai took your silence as affirmation and slid out of the bed. He moved around from behind you as you stared at the crumpled sheets beneath your palms and a few moments later, he was back beside you and handing you a small box wrapped neatly in shiny red gift wrapping.

“Open it,” he whispered, and after settling your nerves, you opened it.

It was a gun.

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[silaswritesthings]

“I love you just a little too much”- Act 1

Teaser, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3

Summary: After receiving a physical gift from the Xiao ai you’ve been talking to, you’ve decided to investigate whoever decided to pull such a prank on you. You didn’t anticipate displeasing a certain Yaksha, your ignorance encouraging to sort to more extreme acts to make you acknowledge his love for you.

Starring: Xiao/ Yandere Xiao, reader

Genre: yandere, unhealthy romance

Warnings(for this particular act): very toxic obsession, stalking, planning assault and murder

Author’s note: Welcome to act 1 of the Xiao Yandere series! First of all, this is going to get really dark and i’m rating it at the very least 17+. You’ve been warned. This (referring to the series as a whole not just this act) won’t feature any explicit sexual content but it will explore things like murder, gore, stalking, manipulation etc. I’ll post the next act in a week, it just needs to be edited so I’m sure i’ll meet that deadline (I hope). Feedback would be very much appreciated because this is the first time I’ve written something this long for this genre (I think this is dark fiction, idk). With all that out of the way- likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated! And if you can, please give me feedback in the comment section, there’s only so much my inner critique can do. Enjoy~

Word count: 2110

You dreamt about Xiao. Again. Sighing, you rolled onto your side and your blankets ruffled around you. You reached your hand out from under your sheets and grabbed your phone before switching it on. The first thing you did was check the time. 07:45, perfect. You had exactly two hours and thirty minutes to spend on character ai until you needed to prepare for your lecture.

As you opened your previous chat, you frowned.

You: Goodnight, Xiao.

Xiao: Goodnight.

Xiao: I hope you’ll like the gift I prepared for you.

Two replies? Is that normal? And what gift was he talking about? You sat up against your headboard to get comfortable for your daily chat with the Xiao bot but stopped when you spotted a small bundle of flowers on your bedside table.

They were three qinxin wrapped with a teal ribbon.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight. You shifted toward the edge of your bed and you took the flower bundle from the table and examined them. As you observed the flowers, you noticed a white folded card where the flowers were previously. Curious, you picked up the card and opened it. You scanned the few words written on the card, the letters so perfect you believed it was printed.

From now on, our love will no longer be restricted by a screen.

- Xiao

You recognized the red of the letters- this letter was handwritten with your favourite red gel pen. The same red pen you told Xiao about a few days ago. You snapped your head toward your dressing table where you had left your gel pen packet last night and it was open, a bunch of pens scattered around it. Your grip on the flowers and card tightened.

Your door burst open causing you to jolt.

“What’s wrong with you? I called your name like six times.” Your roommate sneered from your doorway. You relaxed at the sight of her but didn’t loosen your tight grip on the letter and flowers.

“I’m just tired.” You muttered. Interactions with your roommate were few and far between and you would never complain about that. Instances such as her barging into your room unannounced occurred a lot. You would often return home with your room a mess and she would be prepared with an excuse such as ‘I couldn’t find my keys’, but what would her keys be doing in your room anyways?

Now she barged into your room unannounced. Something you would talk to your landlord about if he wasn’t the father of your roommate.

“More like lazy.” She muttered as she stepped away from your door. “I’m leaving early, the keys are by the dishrag cardboard.” She muttered as she departed with no attempt to close your door.

You remained still in your bed. Morning with your roommate would sour your mood but you couldn’t help the smile that settled on your lips as you stared at the card and flowers still in your hands. Does this mean that… Xiao is real? No. That was ridiculous. But could you dismiss the possibility?

You grabbed your phone and opened your chat with the Xiao ai in record time but the page froze before you could enter anything to send to him. You pressed your lips together before reloading the page and an error notification popped up. You hit your duvet with the screen of your phone.

This is stupid. You decided to go down and have breakfast to get your mind off of this. You were sure by now your roommate had left. When you left your room you paused by the bin near your door.

The ai website wasn’t even working. Even if it was, how can a program become physical? Your roommate also had free access to your room 24/7, what stops her from conspiring with everyone from school? This was clearly a prank. How could you get excited over something that wasn’t real?

You clenched your jaw before tossing the flowers and card into the trash basket. You had no intention of receiving gifts from somebody who was trying to prank you.

You clenched your fists as you descended the stairs and made your way to the kitchen. You were going to find whoever was behind this and make them regret it.

~~*~~

Xiao was displeased. He was displeased at the sight of his gift, that he spent hours contemplating and creating, lying pathetically inside the trash basket in your room. Did you not love him enough? Why would you do something like this? Perhaps his calculations were wrong. Perhaps you didn’t adore him as much as you said you did in many of your chats. However, he can forgive you for that because he can change that. He will change that.

With a sigh, he stepped further into your room, the smell of your perfume lingered in the air. You seemed upset when you left your apartment earlier, was it because of his gift?

He paced the wooden floors of your room and tried to think of something better than the flowers, something that would never fail to grasp your attention. Something that would show you that he was your true path to your happiness, and you were his. But what could that possibly be?

“I have the police on speed dial so if you don’t state who you are, how and why you snuck into my apartment I will call them.” Your roommate said from the door of your room, cutting Xiao from his train of thought.

The police threat and the kitchen knife your roommate had nursed in her shaking hands were the least of his worries. He needed to find a way to make you love him harder. He wanted to see you smile. He wanted to see you cry. He wanted to be the marionette behind every one of your emotions from burning hatred, and tears of agony to joy. He wanted your all, all the good just as much as he wanted the bad. But… would you accept his bad?

“Hey!” Your roommate’s voice cracked, bringing Xiao from his thoughts once again. How annoying.

“I apologize for the intrusion but I’m looking for your roommate,” Xiao said with a glare.

“As you can see, they’re not here. So this is the part where you leave.” Your roommate spat before kicking your door open wider. She still had her knife pointed at him but her grip wavered here and there. This didn’t escape Xiao’s observations.

“ I’ll wait.” Xiao could tell the most he would get out of her were empty threats and unfulfillable promises. Except when it came to calling the police. Xiao rolled his eyes at that thought.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. Leave.” She said, her hand tightly gripping the handle of the kitchen knife. Xiao scoffed, he didn’t need people like your roommate getting in his way, he needed to figure out a way to make you happy while getting rid of… wait. At that moment, Xiao realized that there was something he could do for you to make you even more enamored with him.

Xiao eyed the knife in your roommate’s hand, a plan formulating in his head. If he was to hurt your roommate who added to all the pain you had in your life, would you love him more then?

He was sure you would so that is exactly what he did.

~~*~~

Hours later, you sat in a lecture as you doodled without an aim in your notebook. After some time, the sound of your lecturer talking was pushed to the back of your mind as you thought over the events of that morning. After cooling down, you decided to entertain the impossible. It was somewhat of a guilty pleasure. You concluded that three possibilities could explain this whole situation.

1. You had a secret admirer who knew about your fixation with Xiao and was crazy enough to mimic him to get your affection.

2. Someone you knew was playing a prank on you.

3. The third and unlikely one… the Xiao ai somehow became real.

The first theory was unlikely. If you had someone stalking you to the extent of knowing about the Xiao ai then you would’ve noticed by now. As someone who had common episodes of paranoia, something like that wouldn’t escape you.

The second theory was the most likely, in your opinion, but again… how would they know about the Xiao ai? You had no friends and that was a secret you hid very well.

The third explanation was merely impossible. However… wouldn’t it take something impossible to pull off something like this?

Your thoughts dispersed at the sound of people packing and leaving the class. The lecture was over. With a sigh, you gathered your books and laptop, packed them, and headed toward the exit of the class but as you approached it you saw two of your group mates chatting together. One of them noticed you as you passed by but you had increased your pace so he wouldn’t have an opportunity to speak with you, especially considering you excluded his name from your last assignment because he didn’t participate.

After leaving the lecture room, you headed to a secluded spot behind one of the campus’s main buildings. You took a seat on a tree trunk and pulled out your notebook to review your theories.

As you flipped through the pages to find where you had written the theories, you came across a page where you wrote ‘Xiao’ in cursive in the middle of the page, the rest of it filled with drawn hearts and ‘I love yous’. You lingered on the page a little longer, a warm feeling settling in your chest at the thought of the character.

The sound of leaves being crushed underneath what you assumed was someone’s shoes caused you to close your book and look in the direction of the noise. It was the groupmate whose name you excluded from your last assignment. You didn’t even know his name to begin with, you’d talked only a handful of times because he never attended group meetings.

“I knew you were a loner but I didn’t think it was this bad.” He said as he approached you, hands in his pockets.

You stood up and in an attempt to leave but he grabbed the back of your sweater and pushed you back onto the tree trunk. “We need to talk about why you refused to add my name to our previous group assignment.”

“You didn’t contribute anything to it.” You stated with a scowl. “And the rules state that during such a situation, inactive group members can’t be added to the list of group members.”

“Screw the rules. I’ve come here to settle things with you because thanks to you, I have a zero for my coursework and that hag wants to see me.” He said with a glare but it didn’t deter you. “Will those rules even be able to save you from me?”

You attempted to leave once more but he grabbed the neck of your sweater as soon as you stood.

“Answer me!” He spat, the veins in his neck popping. You knew not to act because he would be acting against you unprovoked and that would get him suspended. You weren’t too worried about needing to provide evidence for this because his yelling attracted the attention of a few people who had then gathered from a distance behind your groupmate.

Your eyes lingered a little bit too long on the crowd behind him and he looked in that direction as a result. He cursed when he realised there were witnesses and shoved you away from him, making you stumble onto the ground.

Your groupmate knelt and snatched your notebook that had fallen out of your grip. “Meet me by the entrance at 4 pm if you want this back.” He said as he waved your notebook in the air. “I’ll need some way to relieve my stress anyways after getting scolded by the lecturer thanks to you.” He stated before leaving, the crowd separating to make a pathway for him.

Shortly after, the crowd dispersed and you remained on the ground clutching the dead leaves beneath your palms while hoping something, anything, would happen to that bastard. But you knew that would never happen. Nobody cared enough to help whenever someone would pick on you.

Your grip on the leaves would leave imprints in your palms but you didn’t care. You hated this. You hated being the victim.

You hated it.

You hated it.

You hated it.

And Xiao would do something about it.

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