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Art Disclaimer: Please do not take the photo and repost. Feel free to reblog though. Commissioned jfairuz for this one. It’s so, so pretty. 

The Ruthless Prince Masterlist (Completed)

 Genshin Royal AU - Scaramouche x fem!reader

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Chapter 1 - You’re Marrying Me, That’s Final!

Chapter 2 - Social Pretense

Chapter 3 - Can I Understand Him?

Chapter 4 - Pet Wife

Chapter 5 - Enter Prince Tartaglia

Chapter 6 - Just the Beginning

Chapter 7 - To My Heart

Chapter 8 - Where is This Anger Coming From?

Chapter 9 - Secrets

Chapter 10 - Resurface

Chapter 11 - Don’t Touch What’s Mine

Chapter 12 - Truce

Chapter 13 - New Rules

Chapter 14 - Happy Birthday?

Chapter 15 - Forever Hold Your Peace

Chapter 16.1 - Our Last Night

Chapter 16.2 - Our Last Night [NSFW version] at the moment can only be accessed through buymeacoffee         [sneak peek here]

Chapter 17 - Separated

Chapter 18 - War Lost

Chapter 19 - The Two Sides of Hope

Chapter 20 - Reunited

Chapter 21 - Eternity (Final/Epilogue)

Possible extra chapters and spin off titles:

The First Real Date, Dinner at the Parents, Open Jealousy, In Sickness and in Health, I’ll Do All The Work (NSFW), Protective Husband, Remembering Kuni, and still a few more rotting in my brain, if I have the time to write it. I’d love to hear your ideas as well, if you have anything you would like to still read in this series!

[kariuann]

you're my best friend, i'll love you forever

...in other words, you kiss your genshin best friend

Info: Characters include Scaramouche and Xiao. GN Reader

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive but not NSFW in Scara's part

SCARAMOUCHE has been by your side for what feels like an eternity. It's not as if time passes slowly at his side - rather, it's the opposite, time has flown by so quickly you can hardly remember life before you met him. He is an unavoidable truth that you're not at all opposed to. It seems he feels similarly with the lovelorn glances you catch him sending your way, though he tries desperately to mask them.

Even though you're almost 100% certain he returns your affections, it still seems like an impossible feat to just fess up.

Despite every moral you had, despite everything that made you you, you found yourself longing to drop the facade and lean into him. The many nights you'd spent imagining how it would be if he finally touched you in a way that wasn't so damn friendly. His physical contact was rare as it was; him touching you was mostly accidental or reserved for dire situations on the battlefield. You could count the times he'd shown physical affection just for the sake of it all on one hand.

You'd never really been held before, not since you were a baby anyway. Life had taken less of a turn and more of a tumble for the worst when you came of age, and suddenly your family was gone and Scaramouche was your new companion. You couldn't really complain, but at the same time you longed for that closeness. The Fatui were a cold and unforgiving faction. You could never trust a single face in that crowd - even the ones meant to serve you. Well, except his, that is.

He was definitely familiar, and he certainly treated you with far more comradery than anyone else by a landslide, but he felt so far away at times. You thought it was a harmless little crush when your feelings first began to develop. He was there, and you were simply a hopeless romantic, that was all. Of course, the years that ticked by begged to differ and you slowly came to terms with it. You were in love with him. With Scaramouche, the balladeer, the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, your best friend and closest companion in this world.

So, now, back in this present moment, with him so close...

"I'm just...trying to check that you're alright," he muttered, avoiding eye contact as if this whole conversation was shameful. "You've seemed distracted today. We need you in tip-top shape so, um," he trailed off. It was blatantly obvious he wasn't caring one bit about the upcoming mission or about your small mistake in training. You knew him for long enough to tell when he was telling a lie - to you, anyway; he always seemed to have a tough time lying to you. His concern warmed your heart and put most of your worries to rest, at least for now.

"I'm alright, Scara," you assured with a quiet huff of laughter, smiling warmly.

He was in your tent. It was so painfully nostalgic to have him in what might as well have been your bedroom. It reminded you greatly of sharing a small, tightly packed bedroom with him in the past. You were far too old for sleepovers now, but here he was. He didn't leave, even after your assurances, he simply shuffled his feet like he didn't quite know what to say. You didn't either, but you knew what you wanted to say.

You found yourself rising from your seat and approaching him. Your steps were slow, solemn, almost cautious. You felt as if you were poking a bear or approaching a wild fox caught in a trap, but being hurt wasn't your fear, it was scaring him away. His eyes snapped up from the floor, locking with yours, and it almost felt like a whispered motivation. You placed your hands on his shoulders, silently praying he didn't break away. The archons seemed to answer your prayers, because his feet stayed planted on the ground.

You could just barely catch a glimpse of his expression before you pressed your lips to his. You feel his body stiffen against yours, but once again, he doesn't break away. You don't even move at first, simply keeping your lips sealed against his own as if you're testing the waters. You slowly adjust your lips - just seeing what fits into place where, testing the pillowy weight of your lips against his own.

He tastes faintly like the warm, sweet smell of cigarettes with a sheen of wild berries. It only takes a few more moments before his hands are finding purchase in your hair, curling his fingers to grasp you. This was most likely the last thing he expected to happen in your tent. Hell, it was the last thing you expected when you saw him enter. Still, you couldn't feel more euphoric.

He had kissed you back. He was holding you closer, breathing you in like you're the oxygen he needs for life. His hands were growing almost frantic in your hair, lightly tugging at your scalp. The butterflies swarming in the depths of your stomach remind you of the countless days of childlike enthusiasm you'd once had at his side, too innocent to guess your futures.

He breaks away for air, gasping in gulps of air like he's running out of time. Before he can kiss you again, you place a finger over his lips. They were dry when your lips first met, but now they were covered in a gloss of saliva, looking so inviting you could hardly resist. "You're already here," you found yourself whispering, "Why don't you stay?"

His eyes are half-lidded, darkened with sinful desire. He has never gazed at you this way before, and the intensity in the air is powerful enough that it nearly drops you to your knees. His hands leave your hair, instead moving to clasp around your face and tilt your head to press another kiss to your lips.

The years of tension have finally built up to the breaking point, and you can feel it in the way his body presses against yours with the desperation of a depraved individual. He steps forward, and you step back to meet his advance with a withdrawal. His hands roam your body, sliding over your skin and lighting every inch aflame. As he pulls away to breathe, he finally speaks. "I've been waiting for you to do that a very...very long time."

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XIAO took an exceptionally long time to warm up to you. It took a lot of effort on your part and...pretty much nonexistent effort on his part for almost a full year before he even paid you any mind. You didn't take it to heart; you knew enough about the adeptus to excuse his distant, cold behavior.

Plus, once you finally broke down his walls, he started appearing a lot less like a mystery and a lot more like a housecat. The years passed by and he grow more and more trusting of you - though the lingering fear you'd up and vanish still took hold of his heart.

He was fiercely loyal to you. There wasn't a single time you called his name and doubted for even a second he wouldn't come to your aid. You had slowly unveiled his soft side, too. He was constantly bringing you little gifts he accumulated during his daytime travels of Liyue - hence the housecat comparison - such as crystalfly cores or pretty wildflowers.

His devotion to you was so strong, you sometimes wondered why you didn't just take the leap and go for it.

You had been raised with physical affection as a norm: hugs, pats on the back, ruffling your hair. His upbringing - while you knew little about it - seemed to be quite the opposite. He was strongly averse to it from what you could tell; he indulged you on occasion, but it seemed his skin itself was so unused to being touched by another that he pulled away quite quickly.

No matter how many times he flinched away from your hugs or brushed off your attempts at consoling him, it never drove you away. You wanted nothing more than to give him someone he could rely on. Your heart ached when you recalled how many lonely years he spent fighting his struggles all alone. You vowed to never let it happen again.

Your pure intentions slowly took a turn the more time you spent with him. He was beautiful - this much you already knew - with his hair of black and jade and his golden amber eyes. He was strikingly gorgeous; he could pull eyes from any corner of the room, drawing people in with his mysterious aura. This in itself was not enough to capture your heart, it was how gentle he was with you.

He liked to put on this aura of a tough, untouchable adeptus. He liked even more to pretend the past didn't affect him; you could see through him, of course, especially with the way he was so overly paranoid some harm would come to befall you as well.

Which led you to this present moment:

You thought you had this fight in the bag at first, but with the enemies steadily growing in numbers, you were beginning to feel you were in over your head.

Despite the intense training you'd done - both with Xiao and alone - you were mortal. Abyss mages, mitachurls, and simple hilichurls alike were circling around you. Each of them seemed to be meticulously trying to drain you of your energy, diving in one after the other and forcing you to try to parry hit after hit. Cuts slowly began to litter your exposed arms, though they were shallow, and you could feel your strength wavering.

You faintly thought of calling his name but you wanted to prove to yourself you could handle this. You'd taken out a sizable amount of them - any average mortal would have likely fled the scene or been taken out long before you - but it seemed they just kept coming.

One lucky arrow from a hilichurl managed to graze the soft flesh of your stomach; though it thankfully missed the mark, you still felt your skin split. It looked a lot worse than it was with the way the blood was unremittingly soaking through your clothing, but you knew you were pushing your luck at this point. As another mitachurl raised their mighty axe above your head, you weren't sure you could take much more.

"Xiao!"

You closed your eyes instinctively as you felt that same familiar wind whip around you. What was incredibly unfamiliar was that you felt his hands on you, pulling you back. With a yelp, you opened your eyes to realize he was behind you and he wasn't pulling you away from the battle, he was pulling you against his chest. His hands ghosted over your stomach as he placed himself between you and your enemies like a blockade, and you saw the way your blood quickly bathed his glove in red.

Your lips began to form words, but he was already pulling away from you with a growl. At the sudden lack of an anchor, you fell to your knees and could only watch in shock as he tore through the enemies in mere seconds. One after another fell with a shriek of agony, and the threat was dispersing rapidly.

He had always been a splendid fighter. Not like this. This felt personal.

When the deed was done, he dropped his spear in the grass and kneeled in front of you. With his mask discarded, you could see the frantic look in his eye as his hands roamed your body. "I'm okay, I'm okay!" You rushed to reassure him. It didn't seem like was listening as he peeled the edges of your shirt up from the wound.

You didn't miss the way he slumped back in relief as he realized it was such a shallow injury; the action sent warmth through your ribcage, pinging around through your bones and settling over your heart. The relief didn't last long, though, as it was swiftly replaced with hot anger. "What were you thinking?!" he nearly roared, "I've told you to call me, you've called me before! Why would you wait this long?"

You shook away your momentary shock and tried to respond, but he was already continuing. "You could have been killed! You could have died! Doesn't that bother you?" he cried out, rising to his feet and beginning to pace. You hadn't expected this reaction from him. He'd always been overprotective of you, sure, but he'd never really had a reason to be...until now.

Finally, he turned to you. It was only then that you saw the desperation, the horror, the fear in his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the mere sight of him. "Do you have any idea how it would have felt if I got here and found you dead? If I was a moment too late?" The words were whispered - like a secret, like a confession. He swallowed hard when you didn't immediately respond and turned away as if unable to bear the weight of your stare.

"I think I'm in love with you," you said.

This wasn't said in a moment of weakness, nor was it said impulsively. These were words you'd pondered night after night; you'd rolled them around in your brain as if trying to comprehend them, to understand, to grasp them. You knew in your mind, heart, and soul that you meant them. You weren't even nervous - you knew even if he hated you for this, he'd finally know someone had really, truly loved him.

He went stiff which, to be fair, was to be expected. He scarcely stuck around for intimacy or searched for your affection. What was entirely unexpected was that the tension drained from his shoulders just as fast as it had appeared, released in the form of a breath.

Taken off guard by this unforeseen turn of events, your confidence faltered. Perhaps this was the wrong idea, you thought, holding your breath, muscles taut with anticipation. With leaden steps, he turned to face you. His eyes were downcast and somber. "You don't mean that," he whispered, avoiding eye contact with you in a way that must have been deliberate.

"Xiao." Your words were firm this time, not breathy and soft as they had been before. "I mean every bit of it. I love you as my friend, but I am in love with you as well. You don't have to feel the same, but please, believe me," you articulated.

The statement was enough to silence him. Nonetheless, he slowly sank to his knees to be at your level, face to face. Swallowing your concerns, you shuffled closer until your knees were just barely brushing his own. "Xiao..." you began softly, "You don't feel the same, do you?" Silence met your query, and you smiled despite the grief that followed. "That's okay, it really is."

"No, stop," Xiao finally spoke. "Of course I-"

He choked over his own words, stifling the sound and shutting his eyes tightly. Now deeply confused, your smile warped into a frown. You felt pushing him would only make his struggle worse, so instead of speaking, you silently placed your hand over his as a quiet comfort.

Xiao's eyes opened as he tilted his head up to face you properly for the first time since your spontaneous confession. Your eyes searched his own, looking desperately for a hint of his inner monologue. You didn't have to; his hand came to rest on your cheek, gently tilting your head. Before you could comprehend what was coming next, his lips pressed against your own.

In that moment, there was nothing. Nothing more than you, nothing more than him. Even the ache in your wound subsided, fading into the rippling void of your yearning. It was you, him, and your flesh connecting through the plush skin of your lips. You had always wondered who would make the first move - you or him? It felt wrong to push him into anything, knowing how long he had tried to figure out his place amidst a sea of mortal lives, but his words had made you forget right and wrong.

In the end, it was hard to tell exactly who made the first move at all. You tingled all over as if struck by lightning in the most soothing of ways, your toes to the crown of your head aflame. It seemed he wasn't fairing much better by the way he softly groaned into your lips, allowing you to card your fingers through his hair. You fought against the instinct to open your eyes. To see him like this, so close, so fervent in his passion.

Instead of possibly breaking the spell that had overtaken you, you tried to picture him. You pictured the soft blush that you knew so well on his features, a picture of perfection with the way it would contrast his pale cheeks. His jade strands would be slightly mussed from the way your fingers had been unceremoniously tugging, his eyes gently closed.

Eventually, the moment came to an end when the both of you pulled away for air. He allowed his forehead to rest against yours as a quiet comfort, the both of you taking in short gasps. "You're hurt," he said, as if remembering, "We need to take you back to the pharmacy and find someone to-"

Just as he was beginning to pull away, you placed your hand over his. "Xiao," you whispered, testing the waters, "I'm gonna be fine. I promise. Just...can we stay this way? For a little longer?"

Despite the conflict warring behind his irises, both from the vulnerability he was allowing and concern for you, he pursed his lips and nodded.

"I suppose...a minute longer."

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My contribution to the SpyFam brainrot! Afternoon nap with Forgers 💚

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— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace

⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐

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avoiding your crush - part three

feat. Tighnari, Alhaitham, Scaramouche

part one, two

TIGHNARI

It’s pretty hard trying to avoid Tighnari when he’s your boss— and because of his superb hearing.

Fumbling around Avidya Forest just so you don’t run into the guy you like is certainly a hassle, but somehow you manage.

So to find yourself in the same room as him… you have to wonder how you got here.

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Concept: Yor visit’s Loid at the hospital with lunch for his stomach ulcers - pre and post reveal. Exploring a head canon that her attitude would be pretty different - fun contrast to draw!

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[warm welcome] You lie back in your lawn chair, sipping hand-squeezed raspberry lemonade through a metal straw and watching with a smile as business booms. Your sunglasses are heart-shaped, and life couldn’t be better.

Everyone thought you were crazy dropping your entire life in the city for a small crop of land off the highway 100, but look where you are now. With a fruit farm that not only sells produce, but also timeslots for trendy berry-picking trips and cute orchard dates, you’re doing better than you ever were in the grungy old city.

So take that, Sharon from sales. You are getting your Hallmark Movie Moment.

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Part three, everybody!

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— you love too easy | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 𝟾𝟹𝟾𝟶

cw: childhood friends!au, roommate!au

tags: unrequited love, pining, toxic relationship (oc x shinsou), brief kaminari x reader, cunnilignus, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, fingering, size kink, loss of virginity, light virgin kink, creampie, squirting, angst with a happy ending

note: sorry if u like kaminari. i made him a huge douchebag in this. i swear i like him i just needed a character to be,,,,well, a douchebag.

— all your life you’d been by his side. you’ve loved him since you could remember. you’ve always been by his side so why did he give his heart away to everyone but you; the one who would treat it right?

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He fell in love too easily. You knew that your entire life. He’d give his heart away to anyone and everyone, fully and with everything he had. He loved with every fiber of his being. And it always ended in disaster. 

You couldn’t count how many nights you’d spent by his side rubbing his back as he cried because his girlfriend lied to him, comforting him as he hunched over a toilet after crying himself sick because his girlfriend cheated on him, or forcing him to eat because he got so depressed after she ignored him. 

It was an endless cycle. 

Yet you were always there to build him back up – to pick up the pieces. 

Ever since the first girlfriend he had in Kindergarten that lasted for 2 days and ended in his tears up to the girl he dated in senior year of highschool who cheated on him with her ex…you were the one to fix him. 

Yes, Hitoshi Shinsou fell in love far too easily and way too hard.

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a few months old messy souyo doodles from the depths of my art folder. i wasn’t very proud of them but eh *shrug*

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You’re forgiven. (Windtrace Event)

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Artist : Alex (pixiv / twitter)

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i want yosuke to cry at their wedding which makes souji kiss yosuke’s tears away

they are soooooo in love