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xiaoseminence · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you do these but

An imposter!sagau with a creator (gn??)who just keeps resurrecting when they die, like their body disintegrates and reforms in the same spot like a minute later

Anyway Zhongli’s reaction to killing the creator, then watching their golden blood spill everywhere and realise with horror what he did

Only for creator to resurrect not even five minutes later, but with massive obvious trust issues (and Zhongli’s subsequent extreme guilt)

It’s a guilt fic im asking you to write a guilt fic

𓆩♡𓆪 Divine Retribution 𓆩♡𓆪 (Genshin SAGAU Scenario) (Imposter AU!)

Summary ➵✬ Mislead by a false idol, Rex Lapis commits the ultimate act of heresy. It’s only when the blood of the real creator stains his hands a golden color that he realizes what he just did.

Warnings ➵✬ Heavy Yandere, Mild depictions of blood/violence, Worship/Religious practices, Dark Topics, Depictions of emotional distress, Reader dies but not really

Despite how much your legs ached and your lungs seemed about ready to combust, you were slowly but surely starting to realize that you’d never be able to outrun him. If anything, it was as if he was toying with you, his disembodied voice whispering fury filled words into your ears as tears streamed down your face.

“Sinner, Miscreant! You vile creature will meet your justice at my hands today”

You never asked for any of this. The initial excitement of discovering you’d awoken in the world of your favorite game, surrounded by the many characters you’d grown to know and love, soon turned into icy fear once you saw the look in their eyes. From the very first moment any of them met you, they looked at you with such disdain and malice, they’d curse at you, call you “Imposter” or “Monster”, and chase you away. So far you managed to outrun them all, hiding in the rural regions of Liyue without showing your face to a single soul. But as soon as he was informed about your existence, your life was running on limited time.

“Their eminence will be delighted to see your head on a stake, hung above the walls of their palace. Demons like you should know that only death awaits you in the land of the creator”

A loud cry erupted from your throat as you felt a piercing pain in one of your legs. One look back revealed a golden spear embedded deeply in your flesh. Although you tried to keep running, it resulted only in a pathetic limp before you collapsed to the ground shortly after. The black cloak you had grown accustomed to wearing hid your form from the archon that was drawing closer and closer to your shivering body. The countless scrapes and bruises that covered you from head to toe after running for such a long time felt more painful than ever before. The golden blood flowing through your veins ever since you first came to this world was absorbed by the dark cloth, remaining as nothing but a barely visible stain.

His steps were slow and silent as he lazily stalked up to you. To him, you were wounded prey - and he was the predator about to devour you whole. Finally stepping in front of you, his gloved hands reached out to harshly grab your chin, forcing you to look straight into his amber colored eyes that were burning with resentment.

“It seems as though the little pest has finally been caught in the trap. Speak, Rat. Dare you defend your actions of besmirching the divine creator’s name with your hideous attempt to copy their form?”

He always seemed like such a grounded and wise character, yet as you were met with his perfect features pulled into a dangerous snarl, it was difficult to believe that this was the same person. An involuntary whine spilled past your lips as his grip on your jaw grew stronger to the point that you thought your skull would break apart.

“I don’t know what crime you keep accusing me of. I never hurt anyone!”, it came out as a desperate plea for mercy, yet something inside you told you that it didn’t matter whether you were to beg on your knees or spit in his face - the archon of geo remained as unmoving in his resolve to kill you as mountain, ever unfazed by its surroundings.

“Pathetic.” - He all but growled this word as his eyes seemed to grow as hard as gold. Before you could even realize what was happening, a harsh push had your back painfully colliding with the muddy ground below. The tip of his golden spear dematerialized from its place embedded in your thigh, instead appearing only inches from your (e/c) eyes. You were scared to blink, even scared to breathe - in fear that the spear would come crashing down on you before you knew it. Your face - the face that everyone seemed to resent you for - was staring right at the archon who would be your killer.

For only a fraction of a moment, his amber eyes seemed to soften, their color appearing gentle and warm like molten pools of caramel. Yet this moment was soon over, as an even harsher scowl appeared on his features.

“How dare you? You really thought you’d be able to fool their grace’s most devoted worshiper?”, he hissed, as if it was somehow your fault that you looked similar to the deity they revered.

“You don’t deserve to utter any last words”

Before your mouth could open to let out one last defiant scream, before your muscles could contract and roll you to the side, away from danger, a sharp pain shot through your forehead - all but seeming to split your head in half as the spear found its place in your skull. The last thing your tired eyes noticed was a single splatter of shimmering, golden blood - before finally… your vision faded to black.

In all his years of seeing war, bloodshed, famine and death, the archon of Liyue never once faltered in his conviction toward his creator. Even after losing those who held close to his heart, his faith gave him the strength to carry onward - his body seemingly fueled only by sheer devotion. Yet in this very moment, as a single splatter of golden blood hit his face, he never felt more pathetic. Not a single muscle in his form dared to even so much as twitch, as the only feeling aside from his own heartbeat thundering painfully in his chest was the warm liquid sliding down his cheek. It seared him, felt so hot against his skin that he was sure it was a warning of what hellfire would await him after what he had done.

“I- Your grace?”, his words were barely above a whimper, hand outstretched as if to touch them, assure himself that he hadn’t done what he feared he had. Although he tried to convince himself that he must be mistaken, the endlessly empty feeling in his chest confirmed what he deep down already knew to be true. He had killed them.

ɢᴏᴅꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ - ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄ - ᴅɪꜱꜱᴇɴᴛᴇʀ

The words kept repeating themselves endlessly in his mind. With a broken sob his knees gave out under him, allowing his body to fall onto the cold ground. He felt like he was burning from the inside, hellfire coursing through his veins, yet his shaking hands still reached out for his creator’s limp body. His gloves had long since been discarded, thrown aside and forgotten in the damp grass. “What a fool I am, your grace. What hubris led me to believe that I could be your most devoted servant, the one to lay the world at your feet when in the end… it was I who fell for a false idol?”

He wanted to cradle his deity in his arms, let the tears that spilled from his eyes wash away his sins and their blood. His face felt tainted, dirty - sullied with the blood of his one and only god. Blood that he had spilled. When his hands should have touched the body lying motionless on the ground, he was met with nothing but shimmering dust. The creator had disappeared.

It mattered little to Rex Lapis what would become of this world, of the inhabitants of Liyue and all those he swore to protect. Nothing in this world would ever matter again without the gentle guidance of the creator.

“Please, I beg you! Please punish me! I deserve a punishment worse than death”- He bowed down so deeply that he could feel the cool ground against his face. He was ready to beg and atone for as long as it took for you to punish him. He would accept anything, anything at all - but he couldn’t live knowing he’d been abandoned by you. A life without your presence was a greater torture to him than his mind could even fathom - if you stayed gone… he would break apart.

“Please… come back”, he had yelled and cried to the point his lungs started to hurt, and by now his voice was nothing above a raspy whisper. What a pathetic shadow of himself the archon had become.

You often wondered what the afterlife would be like. Would you end up waking up in yet another game world? Or… would dying perhaps give you a chance to go back home? Home, where you belonged and many friendly souls were waiting for you, people who wouldn’t curse and spit at you, forcing you to go into hiding for so long. Yet death did not come to you as easily as you expected, as when you opened your eyes again…

A cloud of shimmering golden dust was surrounding you like a cocoon. When it all at once burst open, you were met with a rather startling sight. Before you knelt Rex Lapis - or Zhongli as you’d first come to know him in the game. Yet to your surprise, nothing seemed to remain of the unshakable mountain he appeared as before. He was shivering, near silent sobs racking his body uncontrollably.

The slight golden shimmer in his peripheral vision made him freeze. His teary eyes raised themselves at a snail’s pace - too scared was he that it was a mere illusion of his desperate mind. Yet when he met your mortified gaze, he couldn’t help but cry out in relief.

“Your grace! I will repent! Whatever you want, for however long you see fit-”, the male practically flung himself at your feet, hands grasping all too eagerly at your stiff legs. His touch was gentle, but you knew it would be impossible to get him to let you go if he saw it fit to hold you in place. He was looking up at you with such… passion? It felt as though you could see right through his eyes, into a burning fire of devotion. This was far different to how anyone ever looked at you before in this world. They tended to gaze at you with either disdain or a twisted kind of pity that made you feel sick to your stomach. It scared you far more than if he had been angry, swinging at you with that spear of his.

“L-let me go! Don’t touch me!”, you frantically cried out, moving backwards so quickly that you fell over.

His expression immediately fell, an almost empty look replacing his formerly so fiery expression.

“I understand, your grace”, his breath shuddered as he instantly let you go, hands retracting so fast, it seemed as though your skin had burned him.

“I will prove my worth to you. Command me as you wish. No matter what you order me to do, who you want me to kill. If you want me to mutilate and torture myself I will be happy to do so, I’d burn all of Liyue down in a heartbeat if you so desired - if only to cleanse myself of the sin I have committed”

His fervent, desperate devotion was far more terrifying than his wrath could ever be. Word count ➵✬ 1850 Note ➵✬ Thank you for my very first request

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sarahsartistportfolio · 4 months

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SAGAU: A Rumor Spreads

Forewarns: Female reader, real self indulgent shit, not cult au or imposter au, reader is a virgin, reader is soft and feminine, ok honestly this is straight up virginity kink I'm going call it what it is lol, Kazuha having a bittt of a corruption kink, Wanderer's section turned out really romantic? lol, this bit isn't 18+ but future chapters might be, Cyno on his knees for us👀, Xiao yearning hard,

AO3

Kazuha - Cyno - Xiao - Heizou - Zhongli - Childe - Wanderer - Maybeeee Lyney and Albedo

“Ei I’m thinking of planning a girls only getaway at an Inazuma hot springs? Would you and Yae Miko like to help me out?”

The two are immediately beaming and receptive to the idea. Any chance for you to spend more time in Inazuma is quickly snatched up. As you sit with the two lovely ladies, planning out who to invite, where to host the outing, you explain to them that you’d rather keep this event private. If word got around(especially to the other nations) that you were holding an exclusive get together in Inazuma(at an hot springs no less) you’re afraid some nosy guests might try to peep in on the conversation. The two swear to you they’ll keep their lips shut but as your invites go out rumors just tend to spread. Now every woman in the nation of eternity would love to attend this private get away, just to get an opportunity to speak to you their goddess one on one. And of course there are those with a little more devious intentions of seeing their beloved goddess in such an exposed state.

Oh and of course once the word gets around to the boys, the absolute disappointment on their faces plus the swirling curiosity. A trip with just the girls? What will you speak about that you don't want any male ears to hear? Is it about them? Are you going to speak about them in private?

(Heizou not so subtly asking Sara what was said on this trip. Thoma sneakily listens in to conversations any of the women have on the estate that even mention your name. Itto loudly and desperately begging Shinobu to tell him where you are holding this outing so he can just, you know, not subtly spy on your conversations.)

Despite the rumors still floating around, you follow through with this little getaway plan. With extra reassurance from Yae Miko that if she catches any peeping toms she'll be sure to zap them.

And despite some of the girls being more nervous to be so up close and personal with you, others are just jumping at the chance to see you so laid back and vulnerable. And the steam from the hot springs just seems to melt away your walls, as the night goes on you find the conversation drifting to…romance. You tell Yae Miko how you love to write sappy cheesy romance novels and she’s more than happy to give some of your rough drafts a read. You playfully start to run your hands through Kirara’s damp hair just to hear her purr and now suddenly Yoimiya is asking “Me next! Me next!”

It isn't until you sheepishly say “Ah well despite writing about romance a lot I’ve never actually been in love or slept with anybody.” that an audible pause washes over the group. The deer scare making a loud echoing “clink”.

Now they all begin to coo and question you.

“There’s no way no one hasn’t fallen head over heels for your Grace yet?! You must be like thousands of years old, surely you’ve stolen someone’s heart” Yomiya loudly proclaims.

“Aww so you’re saving yourself for your one true love, how cute.” Yae Miko insinuated.

“When you say it out loud its embarrassing-”

“Has anyone caught your eye yet your Grace?” Sara asks a bit too calmly as she and Ei eye you down with anticipation.

The girls continue to grill you with nosy questions “What’s your ideal type?” “Do you prefer men or women more?”

And you answer them with giddiness, happy to spill your life long dreams of getting married and having a family of your own one day.

“Ah, so you desire to get married and become a mother?...” Yae Miko vocalized aloud, wondering what this would mean for the whole of Tayvet.

“I know it's a silly little dream of mine…”

“It's not silly at all, your Grace!” Yomiya cheerfully chimes in. “If you have your heart set on someone let me know and maybe I can set up a huge fireworks display that spells out I love you.” She giggles and Kirara nods in agreement.

Thanks but I don't really want anyone to play matchmaker…

The rest of the night goes on with laughter and drinks. The women feeling blessed to see this vulnerable side of you. You assume the conversations you had with the ladies will remain private but…it seems like someone has loose lips.

Soon days after the trip, rumors start to pop up.

“Ah didn't you hear our dear goddess is still a virgin, as pure as a lily kissing the sun’s rays for the first time.” “I aspire to have the same chastity as her.” “I heard she’s specifically looking for a husband because she wants to have kids.” “Surely if she chooses a man from our nation that means she’ll permanently reside here right?”

When you meet up with Venti again he’s a little more gleeful than usual. And when you part to say goodbye he leans in, eyes close but you abruptly stop him with a hand covering his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to kiss you before anyone else does.” He says with disappointed eyes, voice still muffled by your hand. When you allow him to speak more it's then that you know. Somebody in at that hot springs squealed.

And there’s no stopping these nosy rumors once they start going. What happens when they reach the ear of...?

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neeuqiakeht · 4 months

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Scaramouche: The world is cold and dark and everyone dies alone.

Y/N: I’m sorry I forgot to kiss you goodbye before i left this morning.

#incorrect self insert quotes #y/n #incorrect genshin quotes #self insert #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o #scaramouche #wanderer #hat guy #scaramouche x reader

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lovemari · 3 months

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Precious ♡ Scaramouche

100+ follower special

Warnings: Suggestive, sitting on Scaramouche's lap, Pet names, flirting, marking.

Synopsis: Scaramouche loves you and would do anything to keep you. To put it simply, you're his and you're not going anywhere.

Notes: Ok! This is definitely different. My writing style isn’t so suggestive and hot lol! I was blushing the entire time when I wrote this. Still, I wanted to try something new! I probably won't do this again but consider this a 100+ follower special~

Scaramouche had a secret crush on you. Unfortunately, he's a harbinger. You're his subordinate. It's forbidden. Still, he wanted to give you something.

He knew you were often mocked by the higher ranks. It went so bad that there were rumors about you leaving Fatui.

He didn't do anything until someone stood up for you. Another member, the same rank as you. He saw the way you looked at each other and he hated that.

Scaramouche didn't want that to happen. He wanted you to stay and he wanted you to be his. He wanted to see your face everyday and watch you bow down to him.

He loved the way you called him “sir”. It was music to his ears. He couldn't let you go. You were too precious to him.

That's exactly why he called you for a private meeting. He told you it was important and that you needed to come immediately.

Scaramouche demands that you kneel, which you immediately do. After the action, Scaramouche pats your head whispering, “good girl.”

Scaramouche picked you up and put you on his lap. He got in your space and started whispering words you couldn't hear. Still, you knew by his tone it was probably inappropriate.

Scaramouche didn't have a plan. He didn't know what he was going to do after that. Though, you were already blushing from sitting on his lap so he decided how far he could push your buttons.

Scaramouche kissed your neck, biting into it as if he was letting everyone know you belonged to him. You were his territory and no one else could change that.

Scaramouche gave your neck numerous kisses and licks as you just sat on his lap, trying to possess action after action.

Scaramouche sets you down, leaning against the table. You were shaking. He knew you wanted more and he wanted it too.

Wanderer wrapped his arms behind you, “See me after work.” He proposed, imagining a huge list of things he could do to you.

You nodded your head before walking out, completely overwhelmed by the events. You saw the balladeer in a totally different light and you went complaining.

You'll just have to be good and wait for work to finish just so you can see him again.

#dividers by cafekitsune #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin self insert #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #☁️ | lovemari's work #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer fanfic #wanderer

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zoropookie · 1 month

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SWEET MELODY

THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "accident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

band!wanderer x gn baker!reader

genre: smau, angst, fluff, reader is a stark difference from what i usually write, romance, sort of comedy, lot of hurt feelings in this one

warnings: lots of swearing, crude jokes, kys/kms jokes, a lot of things that are spelled wrong, irl photos to visualize scenarios but there's none of reader

status: when how haters are born (hhab) ends

a/n: second smau let's goooooooooooo hopefully this one is just as interesting lmao. this one will be like around 20-25 chapters, who knows? once i get carried away, it's kind of hard to tell. anyway, enjoy! written parts are marked with (🎂).

☆ prologue || "at least persistence is a great substitute for actual talent."

☆ characters || lord farquaad stans — midnight train

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asa-no-seiiki · 9 months

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“I’m sorry . . .”

You were in his arms. Bloodied and beaten. Fire had melted through your skin, exposing bone. War was blind. It did not care of who and what it took away. Even so, Scaramouche could not help but view it as an vile monster. How would anything else brutally seize someone as magnificent as you from him?

“I’m so sorry, I promised I’d be with you for eternity.”

His hands held unto yours so tight and desperate that if you could feel anymore it’d hurt.

“Shut up!” He yelled. Yet his eyes were never filled with anger.

And so you continued, “I promised. . .”

“I said shut up!” He was sure that talking in your state was hell. So why did you keep going on and on. Why were you always so stubborn?

“I promised to be different—“ Ah. It was because you were stubborn that he loved you so much. It was because of you persistent nature that you decimated the walls around his heart. Accepted him as who he was. “different from all those who hurt you but I…”

The light began to fade away from your eyes. You wanted to look away because you knew the image of your death will haunt him for as long as he lived. But his grip on you never loosened. “But I couldn’t keep it.”

And it was because of him. His stubborn memories that forced him to push people away — that in your final moments, all you could say weren’t the words ‘I love you’, but strings of apologies and regret instead. Him, the discarded puppet, was never worthy of you love. It was all his fault and yet —

“I’m sorry.”

even as you leave him to a paradise he not once can get to, even if it was not by your own choice, even as you spent the last of your life to beg for his absolution

—he’ll never forgive you.

#i knew i said this account will be for fluff and happiness.#BUT SYKE HAve thiS SAD ASS SCENE INSTEAD #Genshin Impact #Genshin Impact x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Wanderer x Reader #genshin x reader #Genshin x you #Genshin Impact Self Insert #Genshin Angst #Angst #Scaramouche x you #Wanderer x you

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iloafeu · 11 months

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synopsis ★ you and your friends start a stream where they have to dare you anything to their desire due to you losing a bet. It was going fine for the most of it, some of them just being silly and petty but one strikes a dare that started everything.

GENRE ★ rivals/enemies to lovers. crack. angst(?). fluff.

where da hoes @? ☆ no friends erm

🧾 BOOTING UP...

01: valorant 1v1

02: my villain origin

03: hot take

04: okay I feel a little bad

05: maybe I'm the problem

06: hey alexa, play beautiful stranger

MORE TBA.

SOUNDTRACK.

A/N: surprise surprise!!! I'm back <33 also just a warning this smau contains things as "kill yourself" and "killing myself" if you're uncomfortable with that pls click off bc I don't want you guys feeling uncomfortable!!

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watatsumiis · 10 months

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MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!

Ok ok hear me out - the characters, with you demanding a happy meal.

Sips out

JKDSHFKJF wait this idea is so funny and silly. I love it.

you didn't specify a character, so Harbinger rambles below the cut!

Arlecchino - Gives you the most incredulous look she can muster. Outwardly, she acts like it’s the most ridiculous request anybody has ever made, and all but turns her nose up at you. Once she realises you’re serious, however, she will begrudgingly pull into the nearest McDonald’s. The stipulation, however, is that she’ll make you order it. If that means having to lean over her in the driver’s seat to do so, so be it.

Capitano - Just wordlessly rolls up and orders you a Happy Meal. He remembers your favourite order and any extras you might like, and always knows which toy to pick for you (this is an AU where the McDonald’s toys aren’t awful). He almost always pays unless you make a point to hand your card to him beforehand and insist that you’re paying. Occasionally, he’ll order himself something small - an apple pie or a bag of those McDonald’s biscuits, as well as a no-sugar soda (he’s a weirdo who likes the tang of artificial sweeteners).

Childe - He’s entirely on board, he’ll do an illegal u-turn to get you to your destination if you so much as say “oh, McDonald’s would be nice right now” as you drive by one. There’s nothing that can stop him. It also helps that he loves the food from there. He’ll order your happy meal, as well as a full family combo for himself. That man can pack food away like nobody’s business. He’d also never say no to you when you’re asking for something so innocuous.

Columbina - Her response is always something along the lines of “oh my gosh, it’s like you read my mind!”. She loves Happy Meals, and collects all the toys (be aware that she’ll bother you into ‘donating’ your toy if it’s one she doesn’t yet have), so she’s always super enthusiastic and will go out of her way to get you your meal. Half the time, it’s probably her suggesting you go get Happy Meals a moment before the words are out of your mouth. She doesn’t even like them that much (she’s partial to the McFlurries), but she likes the toys, and getting to hang out with you, so it’s a win-win!

Dottore - Will launch into a whole big spiel about how unhealthy chain restaurants are, the ethics behind them, what their food is made from, what the meal you’re craving tells him about your current mental and physical state, the whole shebang. He sounds super pretentious, and will continue to be that way until you point out that time you saw him crouched behind the generators in his lab eating a Big Mac he’d reheated using the warmth they give off. That’ll have him shutting up and taking you to the nearest McDonald’s in a heartbeat.

La Signora - She’ll pull into the nearest McDonald’s with no hesitation, roll up to the window, then order herself an iced long black without a semblance of pity towards you. If you complain about it too much, she threatens to leave you on the side of the road somewhere. She will staunchly refuse to buy you a Happy Meal, no matter how much you beg and plead. Though there are rare occasions, when she knows you’ve had a rough day, that she’ll soften a little and get you your meal.

Pantalone - He’ll go into a rant about how fast food isn’t good for you, and how it takes advantage of lower income groups in order to pedal food that he deems to be ‘greasy’ and ‘unhealthy’, and give you this whole snooty lecture about it before insisting on taking you somewhere nicer. Though, he’s not entirely heartless. If he realises you’re just seeking out a familiar comfort food, he’ll begrudgingly take you to get your Happy Meal. Though, if there’s anything at all wrong with the order, he can and will threaten to go marching back in there to scold some minimum-wage employees (in reality, he’s always perfectly polite to them).

Pierro - He’s not really for the idea at first. Not out of malice or anything, he just dislikes taking detours and being in unfamiliar situations. With some convincing, he’ll eventually fold and take you to get your food. He always yells way too loudly at the machine and grumbles about using the little card-tappy machine. He also has this strange curse where the employees will always give him the wrong toy, and you’ll end up with the one you didn’t want. Even if you try to remedy this by asking for the other one, they happen to get it right that time. It’s rather ridiculous, but also pretty funny.

Pulcinella - He’s super enthusiastic about it and will take you there right away. Despite his somewhat dark and heartless reputation, he’s very sweet to those he likes and adores spoiling them rotten whenever the opportunity presents itself. Every now and then, he’ll order the same thing as you, just to give it a try. If you pay attention, you’ll notice that he keeps the toys and puts them up in his office, like a nice little reminder of the time you two spent together. However, he can and will mispronounce things and the secondhand embarrassment is downright painful.

Sandrone - She is the embodiment of the memes where a girlfriend says they don’t want any food, then proceeds to steal their partner’s fries. She may buy herself a drink or hotcakes or something when she orders your meal, but she’ll insist that she doesn’t need anything more substantial for herself, but once the food is nearby, she seems to realise that she’s actually quite hungry, and will steal parts of your meal for herself without even looking at you.

Scaramouche - Turns his nose up at you and scowls, telling you that you can get it yourself, in your own time, and not to bother him with such pesky requests in the future. If you continue to bother him about it, he’ll threaten to kick you out of the car and leave you, but eventually he just crumples, and moans and gripes as he pulls into the drive-thru. He can be pretty snippy with the employees, but you wind up with your food nonetheless. He doesn’t take any special requests though, so you’ll always end up with the basic meal and whatever toy the person who served you tosses your way.

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maplleaf · 1 year

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Napkin

[Coffee AU] Scaramouche x gn!smoker!reader

cw: smoking, it's not a constant theme but mentioned at the start and end.

The first time Scaramouche saw you at the café, he barely bats an eye. You're just another customer, nothing new. The usual order isn't something out of the ordinary either, a simple drink from the menu and food with barely any additions.

Your usual seat is far from the counter he usually works at, preferring to sit at the outside area to smoke a few sticks of cigarettes before pouring your focus on typing away on your laptop.

The one time he really paid attention to your presence is when he realised you've been here for hours, typing away on your computer. Only sparing the second floor view a few times whilst puffing out the smoke of your dimly lit cigarette.

He only scoffs, wanting there to be no ashes on the table.

The second time he acknowledged you was when a customer yelled at him for getting his order wrong. Usually when this type of altercation happens, Nahida takes care of the situation as Scaramouche is still improving his temper.

Irritatingly, Nahida is out to buy ingredients, trusting Scaramouche enough to let him take over the establishment for the day.

Alas, the entire café's attention is solely on the yelling customer and the employee taking the hit trying his best to not smackdown him into the ground.

Scaramouche can barely say a single word before he continued shouting at him.

The customer's rant went into a halt when he felt someone tapping his shoulder. "Is your name... Azar?"

He scoffs much like a child would, acting all superior to everyone around him. "That would be me, yes."

You sighed, really not in the mood for an asshole to waste your time. “Then this must be yours,” you held the coffee cup, the name “Azar” clearly written on it with a black sharpie.

Azar, with a combination of anger and embarrassment clearly written on his face, took the cup from your hands. He can see the name Azar on it, whilst the cup that he’s holding before has (y/n) written on it.

The older man then pointed to Scaramouche, not willing to admit fault. “Your writing is horrible, what kind of employee are you?!”

Before Scaramouche could give a piece of his mind, you interrupted first, "maybe you should fix your eyesight." Azar turned his head towards you in disbelief.

"How dare you...--" it was then that Azar realized the commotion that had gathered around his outburst. A mother even closed her son's ear from his shouting. Clearly embarassed by the situation the old man grabbed his drink, almost spilling the coffee, and left with his face red with anger.

Scaramouche couldn't help but let out a sigh, the one time Nahida went out is right when a customer had an outburst. "You okay?" a voice called out, yours.

"The longer you work here, the more you'll get used to it," it was a lie. This is the first time someone had yelled at him for a mistake he didn't even made, usually Nahida would take care of any inconveniences.

You hummed, taking away the cup of coffee that 'Azar' had been saying was his. Scaramouche thought you were going to throw it out and ask for another drink; Azar's mouth had already touched that one after all.

But with the way you walked at opposite direction of the trash can made him think otherwise. Scaramouche raised his eyebrow, "surely, you're not going to drink that...?"

"Why not?" you shrugged, not seeing the big deal. Yes, a portion of it was drunk by the yelling customer, but it's still drinkable with the lid off.

Scaramouche scoffed, "place that in the counter, I'll make you another one. Free of charge."

You didn't move for a moment, slightly stunlocked. You've noticed the barista multiple times; he's quiet, does his job well, and any loud altercations would be dealt by a small child with green hair, as strange as that might be.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Your train of thought came into a halt as he said that. Not wanting to share a cup with an old man anyway, you placed it on the counter. "Same order, please."

Scaramouche took the cup and chuckled; it sounded degrading, but certainly doesn't feel like it.

As Scaramouche began to re-do your order, he feels you staring directly at him. It's not the first time a customer stared at him while he's making their drink, and it most likely won't be the last.

It's you specifically that interests him. A regular that usually sits near the balcony to smoke and work on their laptop; kept to yourself and never brought anyone with you here. It was the first time that you were staring at him.

And it definitely won't be the only time.

What started as a customer helping out their favorite café's barista ended as a blooming friendship. The two of you grew close as conversations began when Scaramouche is preparing your drink. Some days it's a short exchange, some days it even continued until his next break.

What she finds most fascinating is his spike in interest for a regular. Nahida knows who you are, you've talked before when she asked about any critisism on beverages you ordered that day.

Nahida noticed a significant improvement in his... less than amazing social skills. Scaramouche still dislike talking to people, but when he does it lasts about 30% longer than before! He can hold a decent conversation well, what matters is how long it'll take before he throws an insult at them.

It was a gradual bond between you two. Both of your personalities matched, even if Scaramouche throws his own batch of less than endearing terms at you, he never really meant it; usually you would throw your own remarks at him back anyway.

There was a moment where her interest truly reached the peak, though.

Scaramouche wiped the counter in front of him clean. The usually white napkin had turned brown and dirty, though smelling deliciously.

A customer had spilled their coffee all over it, and since it's in the middle of the week; most of the college part-timers are in their classes, only coming to work for their afternoon shifts.

The bell at the door jingled as usual, ringing loud for the employees to greet the next customer. Scaramouche didn't went along with the habit that other employees have, he never did and therefore he didn't have to.

"The usual," a familiar voice said, not even bothering to look at the list of food and beverages available, already pushing the exact amount of cash on the table.

Scaramouche recognized the voice easily, placing the dirty napkin on the side and your money inside the cash register. "It's as if picking other things would kill you," he scoffed, but already started making your usual either way.

You leaned against the counter, playing along his usual words. "I'm not even sure you're used to making things new," Scaramouche scoffed at that.

"Oh, please lower your ego, since when am I a [y/n]-only barista," he laughs mockingly, pouring the ingredients needed for the order.

You're already used to him at this point, even finding it amusingat times. Playing along once more, you took the laminated menu from the counter, "then something new..."

"... is 'Scaramouche's heart' available?"

Scaramouche almost overspilled the carton as he heard that. You've insulted him back many times, but that? You've never done that.

It's a cheesy line, he already heard it from multiple people that he served. Scaramouche usually doesn't care, he shuts them down because he's not interested in them; wether or not they take it well is none of his concern. One thing is for certain, they usually leave him alone not long after.

To you though, he doesn't feel like he wants to reject your advances. It was a strange... feeling, to somehow become stunlocked when you're doing something you've been doing for a long time. His hand feels as warm as the liquid inside the cup, everytime his eyes closed to blink he feels them getting warmer.

Realizing quickly you were still watching and wiating for his response, he continued finishing your drink. "Use your eyes and read something from the menu for once," he scoffed.

You smiled along, unaware of his internal dilemma just few short seconds ago. Scaramouche quickly finishes your drink, muscle memory from all the times you came here coming in handy.

He grabbed the nearest napkin he saw and placed in on the counter in front of you, alongside the drink. His heat earlier had already dissipated, but his breathing feels heavier than usual.

"Here," he said, somehow sounding gentler than usual.

You laughed at the drop of bitterness that came last, but it's fine; you never mind bittersweet tastes after all. "Thanks, Scara," you smiled, walking away from the counter to your usual spot.

Not far from the counter, Nahida watches closely. Improvements have been incredibly significant, she observed, drinking the tea on her table. She smiled, happy that Scaramouche feels safe enough to let his guards down.

You placed your cup down on the table, though separating it from the napkin that Scaramouche gave you as well. A simple laugh couldn't help but escape.

It's a dirty napkin, coffee stains and the delicious smell on it.

'Must've been distracted,' you thought, not really minding the mistake. Maybe you'll finally gather the courage and ask him to hang out outside the café. Pulling out the match and cigarette pack from your pockets, you placed one of it in your mouth and lit it easily.

Looking back at the counter with a cigarette in mouth, you see a glimpse of his figure; making the drink of another customer.

Pulling out the stick to exhale the smoke and feel the numbing heat on your tongue, a thought that has been repeating in your head on multiple occasions appeared again.

'God, he is so cute.'

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xiaoseminence · 1 year

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𓆩✬𓆪 𝕋𝕖𝕪𝕧𝕒𝕥’𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𓆩✬𓆪 (𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕌)

Summary ➵✬ When you wake up atop a golden altar, surrounded by the beloved characters from your favorite game, you will learn how far their fervent devotion truly goes. (Harem, GN pronouns) Warnings ➵✬ Heavy Yandere, Worship / Religious practices, Dark Topics, Slighty Mature / Suggestive scenes

“May the sacrifices we offer you appease you, our beloved creator. In these times of hardship, please guide us and lend us your strength”

The words reverberated in the hall, making it seem as though they were coming from all around you. You hadn’t opened your eyes, and yet an almost blinding ray of golden light was visible even through your closed lids. You barely registered the horrified gasps and shouts of astonishment as the strong smell of incense burned your lungs with each breath.

Was this… Death? The last thing you remembered was a train speeding towards you, headed for an inevitable collision. By the time you even noticed it, it was clear that you wouldn’t manage to escape its trajectory - too engrossed in the game you were playing on your phone to save yourself.

The people you knew always thought that death would be painless, a void empty of emotions or sound. And yet… Why was it this loud? By now the gasps had been replaced by hectic shuffling, too many muffled voices yelling over each other to the point that you couldn’t make out a single word. As if you had just emerged from a frozen lake, your senses suddenly returned to you all at once - brain now on high alert. Where were you? With a movement so fast that it made your head throb painfully, you ripped open your eyes and sat up. As soon as your lashes parted to take in the sight in front of you, your (e/c) orbs were met with shimmering cores of gold and ruby.

It took you a second to realize that you were face to face with a person, as their skin as pale as moonlight and eyes as crystalline as jewels made it easy to mistake them for a delicately crafted statue. Yet your shock seemingly couldn’t compare to that of the man, who visibly trembled to the point that his legs gave out under him.

He fell to his knees, and then… he lowered his head so far that it barely touched the stone floor beneath. As your eyes quickly darted around the room to make any sense of this situation, you were met with many other people following the example of the man in front of you. Some of them fell to their knees in an instant, creating a loud thud that echoed in the large, temple-like building, while others lowered their gaze in more of a demure manner, letting their bodies slowly follow suit as they sank to the ground.

Where were you? And why did the man in front of you seem so familiar? His golden eyes, brown hair tied with a black ribbon, and elegant attire were connected to something in your memories, yet said memory evaded you like a word stuck at the tip of your tongue.

“Your grace-”, his breath shuddered as he spoke, yet his voice held a sense of desperation. “Thank you for honoring your worshippers with your presence”. You tried to speak, ask what kind of twisted afterlife you’d been sent to, when his next words caused your thoughts to fly into a frenzy.

“Your first apostle, Rex Lapis, is forever at your service. Command me as you wish, your grace”

Rex Lapis? This couldn’t be true. And yet… it made too much sense for you to deny it. He looked just like the character you had managed to acquire just last week, after hours and weeks of your time poured into collecting as many primogems as you could. And… you could have sworn that you heard someone mention the word “Teyvat” when you first gained consciousness in this… hall.

It was as time had frozen still, as no one dared to move a muscle or even so much as breathe. When your eyes fell onto a statue at the far end of the temple, you too froze in place. It was your face. Etched into immaculate white stone. The statue depicted a person sat on a throne, long robes draped around their body and pooling at their feet. Even as a statue, the cloth was depicted perfectly. And even if the mighty posture and perfectly dignified expression did not resemble your current state at all… it was unmistakably your face staring back at you with lifeless eyes made of marble.

“Ningguang?” As if to test your theory, you had spoken the first name that came to your mind when you looked at the audience. There were many people, hundreds, maybe even thousands - but you had spotted her form kneeling in the very front row. Her attire was different from what she wore in the game, her white and golden dress was replaced by a red hanfu. But her long hair, which was colored like freshly fallen snow, with a red tassel tied to it was just like you had first seen her in the game.

At the mention of her name, she seemed to flinch a little in surprise, before she dutifully raised her head, albeit not fully. She lifted it only to the point of being able to gaze up at you, her ruby eyes peering through long white lashes, glinting expectantly.

“Yes, your grace?”

You couldn’t believe it. It was real. But… What would you do now? They seemed to revere you as maybe royalty - or even a deity. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself just a moment to force your brain into thinking of a plan - any course of action that would seem reasonable and not put you in danger. For the start, this should be simple - play along while you discover more about this world around you. The only problem was… how would you play along when you didn’t know what they expected of you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Reminiscing back to the moment you first woke up in this world is something that nowadays, you didn’t do often. On occasion you wondered whether you would have done anything differently, knowing what was to come. Though, as you now rested in the arms of one of your consorts, half aware of the sugary promises of love and servitude they whispered into your ears, you didn’t regret it as much. Yet the road leading to this state of peace in your mind and acceptance of your situation had been a very long one. ➵✬ to be continued

Word count ➵✬ 1.05k

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fairykazu · 4 months

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20191009 i like her ft. kazuha ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cws: feminine terms are used but reader is referred as gn terms, highschool au, mutual pining, fluff, angst, parental issues, implied chiscara, mild profanity

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it’s around eleven-something and lunch has started, you and kazuha were laying on a blanket near the rooftops of school. kazuha brought up when a fight broke out between childe and scaramouche, something about childe being too close to scaramouche’s personal space. the wind was blowing gently as you laughed, perching on one of your hands, “kazuha, they have to be into each other.”

kazuha noticed as you laughed, you shivered. he leaned a little closer, zipping you up, “you’re right, star.”

star was a nickname that kazuha gave to you in freshman year when you were rightfully upset about your mother telling that with your grades, you would never grow up to be successful as she is and only to become a random man’s housewife earning nothing other than chores that would pile up.

flashback

after the talk with your mother, you told her you’ll be studying at your friend’s house and she let out a sigh of relief, “thank god, you’re getting your shit together.”

you tried not to react to the words you have heard before squeezing your lips into a fine line, “good bye, mother.” leaving out of the door just before hearing your mother’s goodbyes, the weight of your anxiety pooling in your stomach never left but it gradually lightened, texted kazuha.

kazuha, omw !!

kazuha answers just as fast, huh?

wait is it because of “😡💀☹️”?

yes :’(

okay, ill see you there

what? you thought as you hesrd loud panting and footsteps coming your way. his silver hair sticking to his forehead, “oh! name, there you are. lets go to my house.” he was hunched over kind of like a pretzel, breaking in a sweat.

“kazuha???” you said, confused. your eyebrows knitted together.

walking towards to the porch where you sat, standing up straight. the silver haired boy was lending you a hand, “c’mere, you can tell me everything about your mom. as well as, it’s a friday, you can tell her you’ll sleep over too. i know she hates boys hanging with you but-” he lifted his hair. “with this i can pass off as a girl.”

you laughed, a bit of your anxiety disappearing. beunknownst to you, kazuha smiled a little, happy to see that he helped you to cheer up. you cant really disagree with him not when he’s looking at you with puppy eyes. really, the archons didnt disappoint with his features. “okay.” you replied, taking his hand.

“so, your mom said malicious words to you again?” kazuha said. the both of you sat in his living room, under the blanket and pillow fort he made. as the yellow blanket “ceiling” was falling, you sniffled, “yes..”

he grabbed your hands, looking directly into your eyes. “i love your family, name. but, she’s wrong. even though, you do struggle academically—”

“hey!” you interrupted, yanking his hands away from you. he apologizes instantly,

“im sorry but let me finish.”

you paused, moving your finger in a circle, signaling him to get to the point.

“thank you. you are much more than your grades, name. you’re like a star amongst the skies. every star is different, i just know you would excel at your dreams just as easy as this.” he snapped his fingers.

you started to chuckle a little as kazuha shot you a look saying that he could obviously snap his fingers and to stop laughing.

you covered your mouth.

well, he tried. he snapped again but only made a really sad and disappointing friction sound between his index and his thumb. similar to when you use a lighter but you have to ignite it five times before it works. he gets flustered, “you get what i mean right?”

you exhaled a laugh, your face was a little red from laughing and being flustered at once. “yeah, i do.”

flashback ended

you slapped his shoulder playfully, nearly erupting in giggles, “kazuha?”

“yeah?” he turned to look at you. huh? in this lighting, kazuha is kind of… no, you can’t have a crush on him again. it wouldnt end well and plus, he mentioned that he likes someone. actually, you overheard it when kazuha was talking to beidou and ningguang.

“kazuha, if you really like them, you would confess.” beidou? you think it was beidou’s voice, it was slightly more deep.

“no, i dont want to ruin our friendship. besides, i dont think they like me that way too. im content just being with them.” kazuha’s voice for sure. it was gentle and soft… usually. but his voice is filled to the brim with anxiety.

a more feminine voice replied, comforting kazuha. you assumed it was ningguang. “kaedehara, ive seen the way they look at you.”

“theyre probably looking at someone else.”

“ok, bro.”

“name?” kazuha called your name at least five times but yet you were staring off the distance. made him feel kind of self conscious. did they notice my hair is fading out? he tapped on your shoulder, “name??”

“oh sorry. do you think scaramouche and childe explored each other’s bodies?”

kazuha coughed loudly, his sunkissed face exploded in hues of reds, “what makes you say that?”

“its the way childe treats scaramouche like he’s worthy and how scaramouche looks at childe. like scaramouche’s eyes softens and everything.”

“really?” kazuha asked, subconsciously leaning closer to you.

you scrunched up your nose, “yeah?” noticing how close kazuha was and how soft his hair looks, how his eyes seems to glimmer in the afternoon sunlight and—

oh.

oh shit.

you pulled a little bit back, “doesn’t the weather seem nice today?”

weak excuse…

kazuha turned away from you, “youre right. usually it would be cloudy today.”

“yeah!”

“yeah.”

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chiyoso · 5 months

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▶SYPNOSIS. a multifandom, self insert smau based on an ongoing inside joke of @chiyoso!! abandoning scaramouche because of her intense jjk brainrot </3

次 — TWITTER !? is a STAGE !! (m.list)

▶CONTENT. self insert, modern au, social media au, crack, fluff, suggestive themes, cussing, scara is just pissy tbh. also ongoing inside joke of scara hating me cause i abandoned him for satoru and geto (just like how his mom did) ✌🏻≥wÓ

▶STATUS. ongoing and will post whenever i feel like it 🩵 also will feature some of my mutuals!! stay tuned babez <3

ACT I: ESTABLISHMENTS

Part One — “I think Scaramouche hates me.”

Part Two — “Stop looking at him.”

Part Three — “Asshole tendencies.”

Part Four — “DISCUSS.”

Part Five — “Pick a fucking struggle Kuni.”

Part Six — “You ARE my struggle.”

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▶NOTE. DELULU IS THE SOLULU 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ I HAVE THE NECESSITIES, JUST NEED TO EXECUTE 🫶

▶NOTE. oh and taglist is open, but uh this is vv heavily self indulgent and i'm actually just doing this for fun, so idk if ppl are gonna be interested in this but idc tho <3

▶NOTE. right, and this is my first smau!! YIPPEE

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lovemari · 2 months

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Spotify ♡ Scaramouche

Warnings: OOC Scaramouche (?), Reader is needy.

Synopsis: Making a Spotify playlist with Scaramouche. Full of love songs.

Notes: No notes or updates! Just short cute fluff! Enjoy~

You couldn't help but notice couples making love playlists with their partner. Seeing it as a way to get closer to your crush, Scaramouche, you wanted to try it out.

You weren't on the best of terms with him at the moment. This was mainly because he started hanging out less with you and more with other people.

You were someone who required full attention so you got after him. Scaramouche didn't take the criticism lightly and ended up shouting at you, though regretting it soon after.

Making a playlist was something you couldn't pass out on. If it could help patch your friendship with him then it's best to try out!

You made your way to Scaramouche's desk, your phone in hand. Scaramouche noticed your presence and glared, “What?” He snapped. You put your shaking hands behind your back, your phone was squeezed tight.

With a slight smile you suggested, “I've seen people make playlists on Spotify,” You explained, “Want to make one together?” Scaramouche sneered, “You must be sick in the head.” Laughing at his own joke he got up.

His arms crossed, “Fine.” He decided. His answer surprised you, to say the least but you didn't complain. Scaramouche continued, “Let's go to my house after school.”

Now, you're on Scaramouche's bed. The two of you were adding songs into the playlist. Scaramouche gave you one of his earbuds, “Let's listen together.” You gave him a confused look to which Scaramouche snickered, “Don't give me that look. I’m the one with spotify premium.” He added.

You weren't going to tell him that you also recently got a spotify premium account. After all, this sounded quite romantic to you so you went for it.

You laid on Scaramouche's chest. He didn't seem unfazed by it so you found it to be ok. When the love songs started to play, you felt like this was the definition of love.

You stared into Scaramouche's eyes, “Are we ok?” You whimpered. Scaramouche smiled, “It's fine. To be completely honest, if you want my attention so badly just beg” He teased.

You hugged him tighter, not wanting to let go.

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