Strangers (Chapter Two)

Blind Faith (4)

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There was almost always someone with you now, aside from your ruin guard friend. 

If it wasn't Albedo who answered your questions and told you about his experiments and theories, it was Kaeya who you fell into friendly banter with, his teasing remarks easy to turn against him and make him falter once you got the hang of it. If not Kaeya, then Dainsleif accompanied you as your shadow, silent and solemn until you managed to crack past his stoic disposition and got him to speak more than just your supposed title. 

If Dainsleif, too, happened to be unavailable then it was either one or both of the Traveller siblings, both happy to simply let you be the one to fill the silence, listening with rapt attention to your stories and tales of Earth. While Lumine was the more intense of the two and Aether more expressive, they both still got the same smile when you called their names. 

Your ruin guard buddy, Jingyi, was just happy to be included. He often sat you on his hand or shoulders, surprsingly chatty by his beeps as the two of you went around Khaenri'ahs ruins long after your bruises and aches were healed. 

You should be happy; you had a warm room now, a shelter over your head and they gave you delicious food every day, keeping you company as well as giving you safety. 

And yet. . . 

You felt stifled, bored out of your mind by seeing the same scenerey evey day. When you had woken up and realized you were in Teyvat, you had been excited to explore, see the nations that looked so breathtaking even from your device's screen. You knew of course why they didn't want you to leave; there was still a manhunt out for your blood, unwilling to listen and believe you when you say that you truly aren't trying to impersonate anyone. 

You didn't day anything though; you aren't ungrateful, especially not when they're keeping you safe. 

What you hadn't counted on was that they knew. 

"It's expected of someone like them to hate being confined," Albedo said, not taking his eyes off you. You were on Jingyi's hand, chatting with a pyro lector. He wondered if you knew that the electro lector and hydro herald were planning to also pull you into coversations with them, like a bunch of jealous children and not the feared monsters they were supposed to be. "It's a wonder they have not yet complained, if I'm being honest." 

"They shouldn't have had to hide in the first place," Aether frowned, anger clear in the way he furrowed his brows. It was mirrored in the way Lumine clenched her fists. 

"Teyvat was created by them, it is for them. They should be the last ones that have to hide and not walk freely as they please." 

Dainsleif was to speak next, arms crossed. "And what do you suppose we should do? Those fools have yet to see their sin, their mistake. They are still advocating for the Creator's death, even if they refuse to see the truth." 

"Surely we can take them somehwere with no other people around," Kaeya hummed, a hand on his chin. "The nations are many and wide, a change of scenery should make them happier. The ruin guard, one of us, and perhaps one of the lectors or heralds can go with them for protection."  

Albedo was still hesitant; he still remebered the shock and horror he'd felt when Jingyi had brought you to them, bleeding and barely alive, a malnourished body in need of immediate help. And it was all because those arrogant, prideful Archons failed to recognize you. 

But, he thought as he looked over to you again, laughing along to whatever the lector was saying. It would more of a crime to keep you confined and restricted. 

Should anything happen, then you at least will not be alone this time. 

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Somewhere between the Dunyu Ruins and Tianqiu Valley was chosen, with Abyss mages keeping guard around the area to inform them early if anybody was getting close. Dainsleif was the one to accompany you and Jingyi, whose name you decided after the group got you a book of Liyuen names when you asked.

Dainsleif still had preservations, worries ringing in the back of his mind but you looked so happy, so excited as you moved between the shrubs and the grass and held the chirping squirrels in your hands.

Dainsleif was so enamoured by the sight of his Creator practically shining in happiness that he would have missed the hydro-infused arrow shooting straight at you had it not been for Jignyi taking the shot instead, its eye burning red as it stood ready to protect you.

"It appears you're not quite as dead as we thought, comrade!" A shock of ginger hair, dead blue eyes and the Fatui insignia.

Tartaglia.

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Scaramouche: Hey Ei wanna know what your sister's pronouns are?

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✧ notes ; The Tsaritsa, Childe / Foul Legacy, Zhongli, Ei, Venti | Imposter AU ✧ warnings ; blood, graphic injury, electrocution

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hi!! if its ok could i request some HCs for Ayaka whos best friend is the reader n reader is dating Ayato? Maybe some hcs on how the three of them would interact together n also Ayaka setting them up n stuff similar to that? I hope thats ok n that it all made sense (シ. .)シ

Did I read this wrong? Yes. Did I do more to makeup for it? ... Yes. Enjoy <333 you like my garbage title? I do, thank you. I'm a genius, I know.

Bestie's Brother.

Ayaka loves to tease you about dating Ayato. You met her first and the two of you became close extremely quickly. Thoma was pretty much used to having you around the house as was Ayato. Though, he was extremely busy, so you didn’t see much of him.

You asked Ayaka since you wanted to learn a little bit about Ayato. She told you everything she knew, not suspecting anything. Little did she know, you had a huge crush on Ayato. You didn’t want to tell her because how weird would that have been?

Well, somehow, Ayato managed to find time for you (since he had a crush on you too). Slowly, the time spent together became more. You two ended up becoming more.

It originally started out as a secret because you didn't have the heart to admit to Ayaka you were dating her brother.

You were nervous that Ayaka would hate you for it but it was quite the opposite. She was happy for two reasons. She trusted the person her brother was dating and she trusted the person her best friend was dating. It worked out well.

Ayaka takes any chance she can to tease you or Ayato. Ayato just gets flustered and tells her to mind her own business as he drags you off to who knows where.

She’s sharp. Watch out for her ^w^.

Alternate: Ayaka sets you up!

Ayaka knew you were single, you didn’t exactly try to hide it- you weren’t embarrassed or ashamed. She’s not one to pry into your business but over the course of the few years you two have known each other, she sort of figured out you were the perfect person for her brother.

He needs a partner. You need a partner. Perfect, right? Was that her only requirement? Yeah, kinda.

Anyway, so Ayaka decided to set up a little date between you and Ayato. She claimed that she wanted to have dinner with you at Komore Teahouse and you agreed. She told Ayato she wanted to have dinner with him to celebrate a recent achievement. Both of you were so naive.

Once you both were there, Thoma came to inform you that Ayaka had gotten busy and wouldn’t be showing up. You two genuinely thought she was busy so you just spent the dinner with each other. Of course, Ayaka wasn’t busy, in fact, she was in the room beside yours and she was definitely listening in to your conversation.

Ayaka wasn’t done, though, no she set up multiple dates like this and 9/10 she flaked, claiming she was busy. It took a few dates… ok, it took a few dates before you and Ayato realized she wasn’t actually busy.

Eventually, he asked you out on a real date and Ayaka was beyond happy. You, of course, were quite happy too. It was a real date with someone you’d been in love with for a while.

Ayaka takes every chance to tease you and Ayato about your relationship. It’s all in good fun, but she loves to see your face- or his- turn bright red.

It’s adorable.

You’re adorable.

Strangers (Chapter Five)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence, blood and injuries (will update as needed)

word count: 4.5k words

The next morning was a Saturday and your body could surely feel it. You blinked your groggy eyes open, wondering if you should sleep in a bit more. The bright sunlight cascading through the window told you it was probably getting a bit late, even if it was the weekend. Rolling over to check the time on your phone, your eyes widened when you saw it was almost noon.

“Shit,” you grumbled, mustering up the energy to sit up with your feet on the floor. Blinking hazily, you tried to make sense of your worn out body. Sure, you had a long week but was it normal to feel this tired? It was probably just the alcohol you drank the night before.

Figuring a shower should help you wake up a bit, you grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and made your way up to the upper floor. You couldn’t help your gaze drifting to the plastic curtain hiding the rest of the upstairs hallway as you passed by it. The memory of Yoongi catching you that night replayed in your mind, feeding into your curious nature even more. You knew you would eventually have to see what was behind that curtain, whether Jimin liked it or not.

The water cascading down your face and body seemed to do the trick, your senses coming more alert with each passing second. Your eyes closed as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, fingers working through the strands. The sound of the shower was loud in your ears but calming, distracting you from your surroundings. So much so that when you heard a muffled thump from behind you, your peaceful bubble burst.

“Hello?” You called out, peeking behind the curtain to look out at the empty communal bathroom. The one that was supposed to only be for you as you were currently the only female tenant in the building. Heart thrumming in your chest, you quickly finished your shower and turned the water off. Your mind felt frozen as you began drying off and dressing, trying to make sense of what you heard.

Peering out into the hallway, you felt a mix of relief and confusion wash over you to see it was empty. You knew you heard something, you were so certain it sounded like a person was in the room. 

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#just a weapon 

—prompt: “I am a knife, a shield, a sword—a weapon. You shouldn’t feel like this for me.” | 5k milestone collab

CHARACTERS. Scaramouche/immortal! Reader, Xiao/mortal! Reader

THEMES. angst. hurt with comfort. reverse comfort. actually this can be either platonic or romantic now that i reread it. 

WARNINGS. will be heavily based on their lores. each character has specific storylines. spoilers utc

NOTES. i almost forgot to write this but due to my new schedule of postings (which can be found on my navi & wip’s), i was able to ehe. also, gorou was supposedly included on this one but i couldn’t find the inspiration to do his aaaaa. anyway, thank you so much again for 5k<3 this is all for you guys! also ps, the reader on xiao’s part is so like me irl when we’re like really close ngl ksksks

SCARAMOUCHE 

is a mere fragment of his own creator who had thrown him aside for someone else. He was nothing. 

But it was also him who uplifted himself, made a name for himself through the Fatui—a new name, even. It was him who had moved forward and never looked back. 

He, of course, wasn’t imperfect—he knew that but refused to acknowledge it. 

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Why should I apologize for the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologized for making me this way?

Kdrama villains 

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killing time

scaramouche x gn!reader | short fic.

warnings: swearing, blood, implied murder attempt and fighting, mentions of death, injuries, weapons

author's note: in this, reader is basically taking signora's place in the battle with the traveler (obviously) except they win. also this is a rly short fic so different format! hope it's fine!!! also x2 yeah more scaramouche sorry my inspo isn't rly there LMFAO

Scaramouche opened the doors to Tenshukaku with panting breaths. His eyes were wide-- Even more when he saw the scene before him.

The Traveler was on the ground, bleeding out. Kujou Sara was passed out elsewhere, and... He'd seen tons of guards on the ground as he ran to the building. There was blood and traces of your elemental energy everywhere he looked-- It was almost suffocating. In the back of the room, the Raiden Shogun sat quietly, watching over the scene-- Waiting for the Traveler to show that they were completely incapable of fighting.

And in the midst of it all, you stood there.

Your head was hanging low, hair slightly covering your eyes-- But not the smile on your lips. There was blood all over your weapon and your clothes. You were breathing heavily, foot slightly pushing the Traveler's weak figure on the floor. They tried their best to even grab their sword back, but it was way out of reach, and you were much stronger than them. From what the boy could tell, you hadn't even used your delusion yet. Despite that, you'd almost completely overpowered them.

"You..." he hissed, gaze sharpening as his fingers tightened around the door's edge.

You slowly looked up, huffing as you turned to look at him.

"Scara." you greeted casually, waving. He stood there, eye twitching as he smiled in frustration. You were even worse than Tartaglia. Goodness fuck. What was the battle even for? He had the Gnosis already. It was like... You were just killing time until you'd have to go back to Snezhnaya. He sighed.

What an annoyingly strong addition to the Harbingers.

YOU'D COME OVER RIGHT? ( scaramouche realises he still wants you to be there until the end ).

— genres: ficlet. hurt / comfort. — cw : breakups, crying, skinship. — characters : scaramouche x gn!reader.

inhale, exhale.

there's a desolate silence that stretches between the two of you, amplifying the painfully clear distance that has only grown since the last time you've met.

"why are you here?"

your voice comes off a lot colder than you'd expected. a chill runs down your spine and you see scara's grip on the doorframe tighten to the point where his knuckles turn white. there's a little part of you that almost pities him, guilty for being unwilling to welcome him back with open arms. you can barely see his eyes from how his head is turned away and his gaze is cast downward, trembling fingers closed into a fist around the string of his hoodie. his entire body shivers. whether it's from the frigid temperatures or something else, you're not entirely sure.

there's no response except the timid clearing of his throat. but he doesn't follow up with any words. there is nothing but silence that occupies the space between you two.

"i thought you told me to leave."

scara's gaze meets yours and your heart cracks a little. god, he looks so vulnerable and … weak right now. a word you never thought you'd use to describe him. tear stains streak across his cheeks and the dark circles and redness around his eyes aren't something you see very often ... if at all. nervous eyes flit back and forth between staring at you and back at the ground before they squeeze themselves shut, as if trying to block out the stark reality that both of you have no idea what to say.

actions speak for themselves, you guess.

as soon as your skin ghosts over his knuckles, his body crumples and collapses into yours with a choked sob. but he doesn't cry; no, not yet, he can't let himself break in front of you. but dragging himself to your front door like this after all that's been said and done — hasn't he already shattered?

your arm snakes around his waist carefully before closing the door and nudging him further in towards the warmth of your home. the feeling is all too familiar — it's almost like those nights after parties when he'd come home drunk with childe and they'd crash onto the couch, scara's slurred words colliding with each other into a jumbled, incoherent mess, just as his usually stiff body would slump gently into your embrace, his typically cold heart melting at your touch. yet the familiarity isn't comforting, rather, it makes your heart ache. perhaps it's the sentimentality of it all, or perhaps it's because you both know there's no way those memories could ever be relived. there are too many strings attached; you've tied yourselves to opposite sides of the room, and now you're unable to budge a single inch. yet a part of you wants to try and break away.

hesitant fingers come to grasp at your wrists and scara's violet irises gloss over in a shade of desperateness you never thought you'd see. he's always been in control ... until now, at least. he's never needed anyone. no one. he's convinced himself he can do everything on his own, that he needs nothing other than himself. after all, anyone that's come close has only ever been turned away. including you. but he can't control you now. he no longer has to encourage you to be more assertive when taking a stand, or execute plans swiftly and with confidence. you know his every thought, his every move. you're always three steps ahead. and now you've had enough of him, and you're slipping through his fingers despite the tight grip he's always had on you.

"sorry for ... coming over uninvited."

for as long as he can remember, scara has never been scared. fearless, heartless, emotionless. he has never had anything more to lose in life. but now he's afraid you'll leave. now he realises he never wanted you to think he'd given up on staying.

he'll fix himself. he'll fix everything, all the broken parts of him and all the shattered parts of you.

"you can just keep coming over. anytime."

Imagine being a Kamisato and trying to elope with Scaramouche. 

Your beloved is waiting for you in the lush gardens, waiting to spirit you away from the oppressive air of Inazuma, and you’ve been exceedingly quiet as you tiptoe through the darkened hallways of your family home. Freedom is so close, you can practically smell it. And just as you’re opening the sliding door with baited breath, it’s your older brother who confronts you.

“Leaving already?”

At first, you think that he’ll object as he studies your features, pale in the moonlight and glazed with terror. Ayato’s eyes meet yours, and for an instant, you could swear that he reads your thoughts clearly as words on a page. His eyes narrow, but after a moment he sighs and stands aside, with a soft, sad smile on his face.

“Visit us when you can.”