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hm guess i write angst now👍

[scarasimplysimping]

What i do basically.

I'll make headcanons and fanfiction (x reader) for bnha, attack on titan, jibaku shounen hanako-kun, bungo stray dogs, and demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, the great pretender.

I might take requests depending on inspiration and how much I feel like I can do with the idea.

I'm new to this whole thing so please bear with me.

Might take a long time to post. I'm a student lol. And lazy

Thats it.

[scarasimplysimping]

All In

Part 1 (might be two parts idk)

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Summary: A bet is placed to see if you can get the Summa Cum Laude to fall in love with you. (Scaramouche x Reader) (College au)

Contains: Idk. So it's one of those love stories where there's a bet. Hu Tao and Childe are kind of assholes for the sake of this fic, I am SORRY. Reader is also kind of an ass. Ooc. Some plot holes because I don't go to college or drink or smoke. Just roll with it.

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What a stuck-up prick.

That's what you thought of him anyway. He was *the* Summa Cum Laude of your year. He was snobby, self-centered, friendless, and to top it all off, he just so happened to be your partner for your big thesis.

It was not by choice but he had no partner because people were afraid of him and you had no partner because well... people hated you. It wasn't a project that could be done individually either, lest you wanted to die before you graduate.

"He's such a bore." You complain to your friends on the lunch table, Hu Tao, Childe, and Xiao. "I tried to make plans with him, really. I asked if he was free, and you know what he said?" You slammed your hands on the table for dramatic effect.

Hu Tao leaned in closer, strands of her hair falling onto the table, and alarmingly close to Xiao's food, making him scowl as he moved his tray.

"He said," you began, putting up a silly impression of him with a snobby expression. "I don't need bottom feeders like you dragging down my work. I'll handle everything. Pay me if you want."

Childe snorted. Hu Tao doubled over in laughter, mainly because you're impression was so on point.

"God, what a freak." Hu Tao mused as she wiped her tears from her face, she never passed on the opportunity to talk shit about someone she didn't like. Childe agreed with her but he was partly not paying attention. He jabbed his fork into Xiao's food.

"Fucker." Xiao muttered under his breath.

Your silly clique was a ragtag bunch of misfits in their own ways. Hu Tao was your childhood friend who always had something vindictive to say or some storm to stir up. She lived for the drama.

Childe started tagging along around highschool. He was a charming, silver-tongued ginger ball of sunshine, he started developing a negative reputation over time as as somewhat of a satyr, though.

Xiao was above all the petty and immature antics whichever one of you had the gall to cook up. In all honesty, he was only there because his older brother, Zhongli had asked Childe to help him settle in to the college life. Childe owed the man a favor so he dragged the poor emo wherever you guys went and you kind of just got used to his company.

Then there was you, there was one thing that set you far apart from them all.

Money.

They were filthy rich and you, an independent college student, had not a penny to your name after you decided to up and leave your family to follow Hu Tao to college. You didn't really have to work though, your friends pretty much covered most of your college expense as casually as a friend would by you lunch.

"I know I can't really help him, I mean, my grades are dogshit right now but like I don't know how to pay him either," You said, burying your face into your palms.

Childe scoffed. "I don't even think he means it. Plus, it's nothing to worry about. We've got you covered if that greedy little nerd actually demands shit from you."

"Yeah, just let him do everything by himself," He continued "Watch him or something, in case your professor wants updates.."

A small smirk formed upon his lips. "I bet he's not that hard to watch anyway."

You playfully punched him on the shoulder "Gross!"

"You gotta admit he is kinda cute," Hu Tao chided in. "Right, Xiao?"

Xiao shrugged, far too focused on actually having lunch.

Childe snaked an arm over you. "Tell you what, (Y/N). If you can somehow bed the prudish bastard before the end of this semester, I'll fork over some money for this month's rent."

"Hu Tao pays rent."

"I'll fork over some money for anything you want."

"Hmm... I want VIP tickets to La Signora's concert."

"Done~"

"Oh my archons! Like actually?" Hu Tao couldn't tell if you both were serious. "(Y/N), your charm is above average but I don't even know if you can pull this one off."

You roll your eyes." Have faith in me. I bet he's easy."

Hu Tao leans back thoughtfully, a mischievous smirk playing on her face. "Alright, (Y/N). If you manage to pull this off I'll give you a grand.

You gape at her. "Seriously?

"Absolutely."

You know were only entertaining the idea because they had no actual faith you'd pull it off, but to you. This was easy money.

You slowly turn to the brooding emo on the table. "What about you, Xiao?"

His eyes narrowed at you. "What about me?"

"You gonna offer anything?"

He scoffs, groaning internally and being the only one with a moral compass. "Only an asshole would find bets such as these any type of fun."

Childe flicks his wrist dismissevly. "We are assholes."

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It was hard enough convincing Scaramouche to work on the project and your (and Hu Tao's) place but now you had to deal with the emanating silence from you both. You've barely ever talked to him but the tension in your room could be cut with a knife, or maybe that was just your imagination.

He was sitting cross legged on your bed, typing away at his laptop with several papers surrounding him. You were sat across from him in the same position, nursing a cigarette in between your fingers.

"Do you want something to eat?" You finally break the silence.

He doesn't look up from the screen as he responds. "What do you have?"

You look to the ceiling, trying to recall what you and Hu Tao had last shoved into the fridge. "Uh... Pesto... Pizza... Dumplings. Probably some leftover vegetables."

"Bring me them all." Talk about shame.

"Alright." You say, putting out the cigarette on your nightstand. You couldn't help but notice the tiny scowl on Scaramouche's face as he glanced at the ashtray.

You come back balancing a bowl of pesto, a bowl of dumplings, and a bowl of salad on a box of pizza. Scaramouche pats on the side of your bed, indicating for you to drop the offerings there.

You light another cigarette as you take your previous seat in front of him.

"The weather is pretty nice today.." A sad attempt at conversation on your end.

Silence

"So... Childe's hosting a party tomorrow night, would you like to come?" You try once more.

Scaramouche still doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look up from the screen.

You blow a puff of smoke on his face. He coughs a bit before glaring at you with cold judging eyes. At least he was actually looking at you now. "I have no time to indulge in that crap."

"You have plenty of time. That thesis isn't due for another month."

"Well not exactly, since I'll be doing the work for both of us."

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"I have a problem with people like you." He glowers.

"People like me?" You raise your eyebrows.

"People who just have everything spoon fed to them by luck or by birthright and take that as a reason to slack off for the rest of their life since everything just magically works out for them." Scaramouche wasn't wrong, you really fucked around and never found out but still, what right did he have to judge you?

"Didn't know you knew me so well." You say, blowing out another puff of smoke but this time it's to the side.

Scaramouche opens his mouth to respond, then closes it once more. You had a point. It was hypocritical of him to listen to judge you based on gossip.

Finally, he speaks after a few minutes of silence.

"I was out of line." It's an apology although he doesn't outright apologize.

"Yeah." You decide to take advantage of his momentary guilt as you inquire about what he's working on. "So, do you mind telling me what you're doing?"

"Well, I'm looking online for research papers related to the topic were studying. I'm taking snippets I find interesting and I'll save them for later to expand on them in our thesis."

Scaramouche speaks a bit more but you're hardly listening. You take this time to really observe his physical appearance. Hu Tao was right; the man was cute. His eyes, his mouth, his lips. If you took a meat cleaver to the center of his skull, you'd have matching halves.

Even his hair looked softer than unicorn fur.

"(Y/N)?" He snaps you out, a displeased expression creeps upon his face upon noticing that you aren't even paying attention.

"Your hair looks softer than unicorn fur," you blurt out.

His eyes widen slightly, and you could've sworn he turned a shade pink before he feigned a disgusted look to save his dignity. "What the hell?"

You caught on immediately. There it was. Scaramouche had a weakness. The Summa Cum Laude, the bridge troll with a big brain and purple hair (as Hu Tao once described him) is someone who gets easily flustered .

"You're kind of cute." You push on.

"Shut the fuck up." His head lowers, he dares not look into your eyes.

"Come to Childe's party with me?" You ask once more.

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Scaramouche hated you. He hated your face and your voice and your personality. He hated every single atom you were made up of, but most of all he hated the way you were able to persuade him to come to this stupid party. And for what? Just because you were the first person to ever call him cute? He'd curse you and all your descendants to come.

Childe's party was just a gathering of drunks and trouble makers. His house was practically a mansion that could fit 60% of the university's student population.

He hated the blaring lights and unbelievably loud, repetitive, and distasteful music.

"I hate this!" He has to shout for you to hear.

"I know!"

"I'm going home!"

"You can't! You're my ride home!"

"We walked here, dumbass!" Scaramouche wanted to leave you truly he did but something, wasn't letting him. His moral compass or his growing fondness of you?

Childe finds you, placing an arm around your shoulder. "Hey!" He hands you a shot glass which you graciously accept and down in a couple of seconds, much to Scaramouche's dismay.

Childe pays no attention to your companion until he does a double take and realize it's Scaramouche.

"Holy shit! Is that Scara!?" Childe grins hazily. He was drunk drunk.

Scaramouche does not respond. He is frowning while Childe handed you half a bottle of gin.

You drink it within a couple minutes as you chat with Childe.

Scaramouche stands there, awkward, cranky, and out of place as the only person he's aquatinted with in this party is getting absolutely inebriated.

At some point you don't know when or from where but you get your hands on another shot glass.

"You're not drinking that," Scaramouche states firmly.

"I am." You bring the cup to your lips but Scaramouche is faster, he snatches it from you and lets it fall to the ground.

"What gives!?"

"I'm not carrying your drunk ass home just because you drank away the capability to walk!" He shouts at you.

People are staring now. Is it because of the commotion or because Scaramouche was the last person anyone would expect to see at a party?

Scaramouche didn't like the staring or the attention. "I'm going fucking home." He says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you past the crowd. "So are you."

Childe is left there, impressed. He takes out his cellphone.

To: Hu Tao

She's actually gonna pull it off. Wtf

From: Childe

You stumble and trip as Scaramouche drags you through the night. It was a miracle you could keep up. (It wasn't, he slowed his pace on purpose to match yours but it still wasn't slow enough for your drunken ass.)

"Scara, slow dooown~"

He ignores you until he feels you slip from his grasp, landing with a thud. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you not have the smarts to walk!?" The boy scolds.

You decide to rest your knees a bit as you stay on the ground.

You hear him sigh sharply before crouching in front of you. "Get on."

"What? Like piggyback style?"

"Yes, damnit just get on." His face wasn't facing you and it was dark. Scaramouche was eternally grateful to the archons that you couldn't see the way his ears reddened.

He carries you like that until you're at the front door of your place. Scaramouche gently drops you off. Miraculously not panting. (He wasn't that athletic.)

"Can I trust you enough to tuck yourself in?" The boy asks, his tone was calm this time.

You nod in response.

"Alright." Scaramouche turns his heel to leave.

"Scaramouche." You call out.

He turns back to you, a little too quickly.

You try to take a step towards him except you "accidentally" trip on air and crash onto his chest. He barely moves an inch but his hands instinctively wrap around you. You can see the exact moment he scrunches his nose as well as the moment before that where his cheeks flush.

You'll blame this on alcohol later. You'll also blame alcohol for when you pulled his collar to place a quick peck on his lips.

This was the night Scaramouche nearly passed away.

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Scara paced around his room. What the fuck was that? Why the fuck would you do that? His heart still raced as fast as it did when you kissed him.

He replayed the kiss over and over in his mind. Why? Just why? He mussed his hair in frustration as he plopped himself on the bed. If Scaramouche focused enough, he could still feel their lips on his, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

Why had a drunken asshole decided to take his first kiss? Why was he reacting so weirdly?

And why did he just tuck tail speed walk away right after it happened without saying shit about it?

(Y/N) will probably tell their friends. They'll gossip and laugh at how the smartest person in their program was turned into a blushing, sputtering mess at the mere kiss of some drunk. Some overly confident, obnoxious, attractive drunk who's lips were soft as velvet.

The thought has him reeling. Rolling to the side, Scaramouche pulled a pillow over his head and groaned into it.

"I'm done guessing. What's wrong with you?" His inner monologue was broken by his cyan haired roommate.

"Nothing. Fuck off, Dottore." His words still muffled by the pillow.

"All your ceaseless brooding is keeping me distracted. I suggest you stop whining if you don't want me to give you more reasons to whine."

Silence.

That came out wrong, but it got Scaramouche to shut up so who would complain?

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It was a crush. That's what Dottore had said to him. It made jackshit sense though. Why would he like you? You were just someone he perceived as a slacker. It's possibly because you were the only one who ever showed interest in him. He'll probably get over it when he finds someone else to adore, but he couldn't.

Scaramouche was once again working on the thesis, on your bed. He didn't bring up the kiss. Maybe you'd forgotten about it? A small part of him hoped that you didn't though.

Finally, he decides to speak up. "I demand compensation."

You shoot him a confused look.

"What? Don't you remember?" Scaramouche scowls.

"You kissed me..."

"Did I?" You feign innocence.

"Do not make me repeat myself." He orders. "That was my first kiss. I demand some kind of compensation." His cheeks were heating up as it became harder and harder for him to look you in the eyes.

"Oh?" You bring your index finger below your lips in an expression of mock thoughtfulness.

Scaramouche's scowl deepens at your mocking finger below your lips. "Do not toy with me," he warns. "You took something and I want fair repayment."

You chuckle, enjoying his ruffled feathers. " And what is a first kiss worth these days?" Leaning back on your hands, you look him over appraisingly. "I'm not convinced it was really your first. You seemed to know what you were doing..."

His cheeks redden as he scrunches his nose at your audacity. "You're insufferable."

"And yet you enjoyed kissing me." You smirk. "Perhaps you even want more?"

Scaramouche's embarrassment only grows at your bold insinuation. "You presume too much, fool," he bites back, though his resolve seems weakened.

You shrug. "Suit yourself. I was just about to offer a date."

He narrows his eyes at you, as if trying to ascertain if this is some sort of trick. "A date?"

[scarasimplysimping]

You've got to be fucking kidding me I was literally making a Scaramouche fic and I was like 5k words in and I wake up the next morning and it s GONE WHAT THE HELL COME BACK TO ME PLEASE

[scarasimplysimping]

How he reacts to killing someone, and their (civilian) S/O witnessing it.

Characters: Shigaraki, Geten, Dabi

Warnings: murder probably. Panicking? Tell me if I miss something. None of these characters or images are mine. Maybe ooc, I haven't watched bnha in a while. Stalking? Dabi kinda crazy

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Shigaraki

It wasn't his fault, really, or so he'd try to convince himself; You were the one who insisted on coming with him to some deal he had with another villain organization.

Things got heated when one of the villains commented on you being there, snickering as he asked if you were part of the deal. Tomura didn't appreciate that.

Of course, that wasn't all it took to set him off, not when he knew you were there. But the stupid villain tried to touch you!

All hell broke loose and the ashes soon followed.

So there you were, curled up on the ground and covering your ears, unable to handle anymore screaming.

"Ah.. fuck," Tomura muttered as he knelt down beside you. He shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to handle something like this.

Seeing you afraid broke his heart. It was the last thing he wanted to see, especially you being afraid of him.

He wanted to stroke your hair, caress your cheek, anything to physically comfort you but he wasn't sure if that would make things worse, given the rules of his quirk and all, he didn't want to frighten you any further.

He sat with you for a few more moments before speaking up. "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know."

Of course you knew that, and of course he knew that you knew that, but really he couldn't find anything else to say.

You nod as you keep your face buried in between your knees. "I know.. I just, have never seen someone die right in front of me before," you mumble softly.

"Another virginity of yours I took then, huh.." He couldn't help himself, it was funnier in his head!

He thanks whatever god is out there when he hears the faintest giggle escape your lips.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He asks, almost as innocently as a child would ask for some candy

You nod and he awkwardly puts an arm around you, (he had to sit down cross legged since you were still hugging your knees, it wasn't that comfortable but he didn't really wanna tell you to move.)

Shigaraki strokes your hair awkwardly as he waits for you to talk.

He's fine with you both staying like that for as long as you need or until Kurogiri gets you both out of there. He'll definitely be more careful in the future. He won't kill anyone... In front of you, that is.

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Geten

He'd never bring you to any of his missions, not at all. Geten is extremely careful of mixing up his life with you and his life as a villain. He doesn't even kill often, only if Re-Destro asks him to then that's done, no questions asked.

This one was completely on you though, your curious ass followed him to an eerie abandoned warehouse. You'd gotten used to sneaking up on him so he didn't notice you.

He was interrogating some silly crook. "If you don't give me any useful information, I have orders to kill you." His voice was cold (haha), monotone. You'd never seen him so callous before.

The crook begged and begged for mercy but continued to show no sign of giving out any information, he left Geten with no choice. None at all.

It was over in a flash, Geten summoned ice to freeze the poor fellow whole and then made the ice explode to a hundred little pieces, one of which darted straight towards your hiding spot making you yelp.

Shit.

Geten turned to your direction, his eyes cold and calculating as he scanned for intruders.

His footsteps echoed til he was right on top of the barrels you were hiding behind. With one swipe of his wrist, the barrels froze and crushed itself, revealing you're scared, shaking form. He could've walked around them but he'd never miss the opportunity to show off his quirk.

He frowned in confusion, "What the hell are you doing here?"

You couldn't answer, your eyes darting towards him and the bits and pieces of melting ice that was revealing bloody parts of what used to be a human.

"F-followed you..." You muttered in a panic.

Geten looked at you incredulously, as if he was shocked at your audacity.

Then, his expression changed into something more sinister, nearly a grin but this was Geten. "That's a shame. I have orders to not leave witnesses."

You started sputtering out, backing away, perhaps you would've begged for mercy but you saw what good that did the other guy.

Noticing you were practically scared shitless, his expression softened. "I'm kidding," He said in a monotonous voice.

He practically sighed in irritation as he saw how you were still scared of him. He even offered you a hand to help you up! The same hand he used to murder someone moments prior.

He huffed in annoyance as you still refused to take his hand before sighing in exhasperation. "I would never hurt you, (Y/N). Under any circumstances." He muttered, his tone unchanging.

When you still didn't take his hand, he just sat next to you, worry starting to plague his mind.

"You... You still love me right?"

That snapped you out of it a bit, you mouthed a small "of course."

"That's a relief." He stared into the distance, unsure of how to go from here. "Sorry I joked about killing you." He fidgeted with his hands awkwardly.

You nodded as you both sat there in silence for the next few moments.

"You shouldn't follow me like that again, you could've gotten hurt." He faces you as he brushes a few loose strands of hair from your face, it seemed like a simple gesture but he actually did it to make sure you were still alright with him touching you, he internally sighed in relief when you were.

.

.

.

"When I first saw someone die, I went to go buy ice cream right after. Do you care for some?"

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Dabi

Another one who was completely not at fault, of course.

You were walking home one night, when you felt as if someone was following you. There was only one rational thing to do, of course. Dial your boyfriend.

"D-Dabi? Yeah.. I think I'm being followed."

"You sure it's not just me?"

"I'm serious, Dabi. I'm kind of scared."

What did you expect him to do? Shake their hands and give them directions to the nearest police station? This was Dabi.

He was there in about three minutes. (He was probably following you already tbh).

Found the creep stalking you, (Not Dabi himself this time) practically dragged the man out of hiding by his neck.

He threw the creep onto the cold hard pavement right in front of you. "Whatcha stalking (Y/N) for?" He asked gruffly as he stomped down on the dude's head.

The man begged and cried and apologized. "I- I didn't know she was affiliated with you! Please! I'm sorry!"

Dabi feigned an expression of thought for a moment before speaking up again. "That is such a disappointing answer." He shifted his boot, rubbing the man's face against the pavement even more. His quirk slowly activating as he did so.

"Dabi..?"

"I mean come on, you coulda said they were hot or something. I would've related a bit, maybe sympathized." He chuckled to himself, showing no signs of deactivating his quirk.

"Dabi?"

"Cat got your tongue?" He grins as he continues egging the poor dude on.

"Dabi!"

His boot burned right through the man's flesh, then his skull.

You were gonna hurl. You staggered a little then you leaned your hand on a lamp post for support as you vomited on the sidewalk.

You could hear him chuckle a bit, finding amusement in the situation as he walked over to hold your hair for you. "Was that not hot?"

He frowned as he noticed you flinch when his hands made contact with your hair. He decided to save his grievances for after you were done throwing up dinner.

Once you got your shit together, he offered you the hem of his coat to wipe your mouth on like the gross thoughtful boyfriend he is.

You tried focusing on him but your eyes kept darting to the corpse who's head has been converted to mush. He noticed, of course.

"Did I scare you or was that just morning sickness in the middle of the night?"

You didn't answer, still shaken up from what you had just witnessed.

His expression softened. "Hey, look at me." He gently grabbed your chin as he made you face him. "I kinda lost my cool over there," He starts hesitantly, unsure of what words he could possibly say to lighten the situation. "But... I'd never lose my cool on you, got that?"

Dabi nearly sighs in relief when he sees you nod. "Next time a creep follows you I'll try to go for his legs instead."

"Since you vomited dinner, you wanna grab a bite?"

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(A/N): Got broken up with dawg. Shit is tough. So anyway I'm back in my Tumblr phase. This idea popped into my head while I was roleplaying on c.ai, sorry if it's already been done before.

[scarasimplysimping]

Childe: If Dottore and I were drowning, who would you save?

Scaramouche: You two can’t swim?

Dottore: It’s a hypothetical question, Scaramouche! who would you save?

Scaramouche: my time and effort.

[scarasimplysimping]

Dottore: We need to get through this locked door. Childe, give me your credit card.

Childe: Here.

Dottore, pocketing it: Thanks. Scaramouche, kick down the door.

[scarasimplysimping]

Childe: *Gently taps table*

Scaramouche: *Taps back*

La Signora: What are they doing?

Dottore: Morse code.

Childe: *Aggressively taps table*

Scaramouche: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

[scarasimplysimping]

Childe: Why would you give Scaramouche a knife?!

Dottore: I'm sorry. He said he felt unsafe.

Childe: Now I feel unsafe.

Dottore: I'm sorry.

Dottore:... would you like a knife?

[scarasimplysimping]

Childe: why are you on the floor?

Scaramouche: I'm depressed

Scaramouche: Also, I was stabbed. Can you get Dottore, please?

[scarasimplysimping]

Major Inazuma spoilers

Hmm ok but what about scaramouche angst scenario where

Scaramouche with a s/o thats part of the fatui but serves under la signora. S/o got their vision out of their ambition to serve la signora.

So after her death Scaramouche has to watch s/o go crazy as their vision and ambition slowly fade away along with their memories.

With the added knowledge that he indirectly caused it. (By presumably not telling la signora that he already had the gnosis.)

[scarasimplysimping]

Intimate moments with Dottore would be him feeling up your fingers and asking "do you need these?"

[scarasimplysimping]

When I first saw Dottore.. I thought he was the ugliest mf I'd seen in my life but now I just can't stop thinking about being his wife help

[scarasimplysimping]

Festering Desire

Characters: Xingqiu, Bennett,

Warnings: Idk they go batshit. Angst. murder, injuries, blood. Major Character Death. Uhhh... Dumb reader.

(Might be very confusing if you weren't around during the albedo event)

Albedo told you; warned you even. The sword would be too evil and would corrupt any normal mortal who were to wield it.

Yet you didn't listen.

Xingqiu

When he first laid eyes on the sword, he could already tell it wasn't your typical weapon you get from anywhere. He felt honored that you wanted him to use it.

"The design of this thing, almost as if it were alive! How curious. Such a well-made sword, designed for the most chivalrous of knights." The blue haired boy studies the sword passionately, throwing a few practice swings with it as you happily watched him from the side lines.

"And you've entrusted such a sword to me! I shall be sure to use it with utmost care." He coos proudly.

"Thank you, my liege."

The first time you noticed changes in him was when Chongyun pointed out that his friend's pranks had gotten crueler. Xingqiu shot him down, saying he couldn't take a joke. The hydro user seemed completely unapologetic.

You felt yourself being more uneasy everytime he smiles. There was nothing necessarily wrong with them but sometimes you swear you could see a hint of purple light in his eyes. You dismissed this of course, thinking he was just getting more enthusiastic in battle.

Unbeknownst to you, even he had caught up on his own changes. And he knew it was because of the sword.

Xingqiu started to hate the way the hilt of the sword looked like an eye, seemingly staring at his every move and egging him on to create one more mistake.

"Stop. Stop looking at me like that." He nearly begs the sword, sitting in front of him.

He chuckles dryly to himself, thinking he'd gone insane.

Perhaps if Xingqiu had told you how the sword made him feel, the situation wouldn't have spiralled out of control, resulting in him standing before you with dead bodies of treasure hoarders... Even those of innocent bystanders around you both.

You stare up at him in horror as if it all wasn't your fault. If you had given him the sword, If you had listened to what Albedo said-

Your thoughts were cut short when you hear him laughing menacingly , the laugh quickly turning into sobs.

"The chivalrous thing to do would be to own up to your actions and destroy the monster that you created, " He nearly chokes out, his eyes meet yours. The eyes that were once a lively shade of the ocean, now were a hollow of purple. "Please, for I cannot go on like this."

You comply of course, not wanting to make anything worse.

As you raise your weapon, you hear his last words.

"Thank you, my liege."

Bennett

He was ecstatic when you handed him the sword. You could almost see his eyes turn into literal stars.

"Are you for real?? You're really gonna trust me with such a cool-looking sword?" Bennett questions as if he can't believe it.

You nod in approval, happy to see that he's also happy.

Never had he felt such validation for someone to give him such a valuable weapon.

"It's definitely my lucky day! I promise you won't regret this!" Bennett says, practicality buzzing with excitement as he raises the sword, to observe it against the sun's light.

You noticed him growing a bit more impatient and a little more reckless each time you find empty chests.

While he never took his anger out on you, you could tell he was obviously more agitated than his normal self.

The blonde boy started returning with a bit more injuries than usual, shoving you off as you offered to bandage them for him.

"Not now. I still need to go back. I could feel it. I'm close to stumbling upon the greatest kind of treasure you'll ever lay your eyes on." Bennet tried to sound confident but you could hear his voice faltering as if he didn't believe his own words.

And despite him smiling, tears were already threatening to fall. A useless attempt to put you at ease, really.

It was all for you. He wanted to make you proud. Bennett wanted you to think you'd made the right choice in giving him the sword.

All of his failures and mood swings, the desperation and the disappointment, he blamed on his luck.

The thought of his problems rooting from the sword made him sick to the stomach, feeling guilty and disgusted with himself that he'd ever accuse you of giving him a cursed sword.

You trusted him and he trusted you. You'd never do such a thing.

And one day, he got a little bit too desperate, and reckless or maybe he was just fine and getting in to such a predicament was all thanks to his luck,

Either way, he lay bleeding out in your arms, as you cried.

Your voice had grown hoarse in calling for help. Bennett even felt bad for it.

Even as he were in his last moments. He blamed himself for being too weak.

His hand caressed your cheek in an attempt to soothe your sobs.

Bennett hears you trying to apologize incoherently through your tears and with his last breath he attempts to comfort you.

"No worries.. it's not your fault."

(A/N: This has been on my mind since I got the sword. Was feeling cute. Wrote some angst. Might make one for Kazuha and Kaeya later. Bouken da bouken 👍)

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INAZUMA SPOILERS

Tohma: I know of a way to introduce you to the Raiden Shogun.

Yeah? How's that Tohma? By getting FUCKING arrested?

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Serendipity

Part one/?

Kazuha x GN!reader

sypnosis: you're an assassin sent by Baal to murder him.

word count:905

"Detain Kaedehara Kazuha, confiscate his vision, and the one he's stolen. He made a mockery of the Raiden Shogun and has sealed his fate. Execute him if you must, just make sure to bring back his head in a platter." Sara, your superior said in a cold voice. You could almost feel her anger radiating from the way she talked. She was graceful and concise nonetheless.

"Yes, my liege." You bow as you are dismissed and waste no time, already tracking him in no more than several seconds.

Your chase bought you to Liyue. It wasn't an easy journey, as you had to explain to your archon that the fugitive had already left Inazuma long before you started tracking him.

After unloading all your belongings (which wasn't much considering how small your boat was) you take a moment to inspect your vehicle.

It was almost entirely destroyed and looked as if it was going to sink in a few minutes. It was in no shape for a trip back to your homeland meaning you'd be here for a while.

Another thing is it was probably going to be a difficult journey back, even more so with a severed head.

Thinking could wait. For now, you deserved a nice long rest.

You take note that based on the stares of the people residing the inn you decided to sleep the night in, they knew you weren't from here. You'd have to change into something more simple later.

"Are you going to compete for the masterless vision? I heard it's traveled all this way from Inazuma."

Your head perks up when you hear those words from a stranger's idle chit-chat. You contemplate on whether you should approach them and ask or let them continue their conversation.

"Perhaps. Where did you say it was, again?"

"Guyun Stone Forest. Just north of Liyue Harbor."

How... convenient.

You're there just in time to catch a glimpse of said fugitive, bidding a blonde boy and his small floating companion a farewell.

Careful as to not alert the samurai, you tail him carefully and wait til he's alone.

You almost feel guilty when you sneak up on him in his peaceful nap. Killing him now meant he would not die an honorable death. You didn't give him a chance to fight for it. But you were not a soldier with a code. You were an Archon's loyal assassin.

Gripping the blade in your hands, almost hesitantly, you take a moment to admire his features. He is quite the beautiful man, you think to yourself. Seriously? You've rid children of their parents and yet you hesitate at the sight of a pretty face? How shallow you are.

You shake your head, vanquishing unnecessary thoughts as you raise the dagger, prepared to plunge it in his heart.

Kazuha opened his eyes just in time to dodge and stood upright, a couple meters away from you, thanks to his vision.

"You're quite the agile one. The grass couldn't tell me of your presence until you were arm's length away."

You stare at him blankly. You weren't surprised. No one said tracking a trained samurai with super-human hearing was gonna be easy.

The battle was quite long, yet you were down on your knees, bleeding out in no less than five minutes.

Your eyes meet his, and he takes note of the anger in them, the look he gives you in return is pitiful. "In another life, perhaps you would've been born free from a God's grasp,"

Kazuha says sadly, as his back faces you. He takes his leave.

You wanted to be angry, to shout at him, to order him to come back and deal the final blow. But instead, you find yourself using your remaining strength to stand up and follow a fresh scent of flowers.

Kazuha on the other hand, was already thinking about going back to at least give you a proper burial. After all, you may have been an assassin, but you were a loyal one til the end. Truly, he did not know why his blade didn't slice of your head. Maybe, just maybe he'd hoped that you'd survive and have a second shot at life.

It was almost sundown when he returned to the place where your body supposedly lay. Supposedly. Kazuha furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the lack of your corpse. Though thankfully(?), there was a rather noticeable trail of blood.

Did you follow him? No. He went in the opposite direction. Were you gonna ambush him? No. The trail of blood would give away your location. Was this a trap? Possibly. And yet he followed.

With each second that passes, Kazuha feels his pace quickening until he's running, hoping that you were still alive. Quite ironic.

He finds the trail ending in a field of pale flowers. Your crimson blood staining their white petals in such a perfect way. Your body lay there, unmoving as Kazuha kneels to check for a pulse.

And then he feels it. Something pulsating in his pocket. He takes the object out and inspects it, eyes wide with surprise and hope. The object only glowed more when he placed it on your unconscious form.

And so, without thinking, Kazuha swung your arm around his shoulder and was on his way to Baizhu's pharmacy in a matter of seconds.

It seems his old friend's masterless vision had found a master in you.

A/N: am complete shit at fight scenes so I skipped that part entirely. Who says you can't ignore your problems? Also I'm a procrastinator so there probably won't be a part 2 anytime soon.

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Betrayal

Scaramouche x Reader

Angst to fluff drabble?

"...You.. you did what?" His eyes glassy, his voice was calm, yet it was sharp enough to intimidate even you.

"I'm sorry.. Please," You sob, your hand attempting to caress his cheek but he brushes you off.

"I trusted you!" The harbringers voice grows louder this time.

You could not meet his eyes out of shame, yet you could feel his eyes glaring daggers into you.

Your words became incoherent and you became a sobbing mess attempting to explain yourself, "I just.. I hadn't heard from you I thought.."

Scaramouche hated seeing you in such a state, but you betrayed him. You gave him your promise and blatantly broke it the second you had the chance. You deserved this.

But perhaps... perhaps you deserved a second chance for you were the only person who ever made him feel loved.

"How would I ever trust you again?" His voice softer, as if he was asking himself and not you.

Your eyes glimmer with hope as the tears begin to fade, "I promise, Scara. If I ever do such a thing again, you have my permission to strike me dead where I stand."

Dark, but poetic. Scaramouche lets out a soft chuckle, pulling you into a hug. All your mistakes suddenly forgiven.

Right then and there you vowed to yourself you'd never hurt this man ever again.

In the warmth of his embrace, you hear him mutter, "I can't believe you pulled for Kazuha."

(A/N): I feel extremely guilty for my infidelity.

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HELLO! 😁✌🏻✨Omg so i just found ur eloping scaramouche fic and it was majestic😭💕 the angst rlly served and i just felt like a whole bunch of emotions reading it🥺 (here’s my view inspired by ur fic, i hope u like it jahsjs and the whole story just made me feel everything aaa)

“I only have little time left to be with you...” words drifting with the wind. Even praying to Barbatos won’t stop the universe just for them to be together a little longer.

A surviving adepti who’s origins even they don’t know. Tied to their beloved’s Tsaritsa, a hefty price she would pay for when the archon decides to move forward with her plans. For keeping the agreement of the gods, they will be granted asencion to celestia, a reward for her loyalty to the divine. A sign that she is one with the gods.

“Please give me more time, give him more time, give us more time.” The gods’ words are the law, irrevocable and definite. One can hope that even a millennia of begging would they ever change their mind.

The day is nearing, only a few more years and forever will they be separated. A flash of indigo hues appeared in their mind, an ethereal galaxy beneath his usual sharp glare. The warmth of their embrace and the smell of fresh peppermint clouding your senses. The sense of tranquility just by being together, fastening your heartbeat as you lay your head on his chest enjoying the sunrise in the cold of snezhnaya.

How times were so different back then. How much difference would it make if the man just took her hand and ran away? A plenty, they would think. But, at the end of the day, what’s meant to stay, would stay. In the soft breezes of inazuma, the cherry blossoms slowly blooming like the growing feeling of her ascension soon to come. She could only relish in the beautiful sight of the soft pink petals falling to her view, reminding her the painted cheeks similarly colored whenever she confessed the words,”I love you.”

When the day the man could finally run away, she finally showed herself once again. For the first and last time in years.

“We can runaway this time, I promise.”

“You know I would always runaway with you... but-“ Why the hesitation? The man feared her rejection and he was prepared for whatever excuse she may have.

“I love you, I still do. After all these years, I am still completely in love with you. So, please, give me a chance to make things right.” Uncharacteristically, tears pooled in his eyes. With each second passing, he finds it more difficult to hold in.

“As do I my dearest, but I’m afraid it’s not up to me to make the decision anymore dear...” Tears were spilled on both pair of eyes. A hand reaches out to lift the others chin.

“Why-why can’t you?” The soft caressing of cheeks, such intimacy only soured the mood of the latter knowing that it’s beyond their power to do anything about it.

“The gods have forsaken me, in turn for your cause. Please do not regret what you have fought for, but be happy that your will is fulfilled.” It’s the same time when the sakuras’ bloom and fall, with the petals slowly blown by the wind she too is carried up above the castle in the sky.

A man below the trees of the blossoms that come and go, holding onto the last mementos of his beloved. Their final kiss, and their sweet smile now imprinted in his memory in the years he has to live before being returned to his lover’s arms up above the sky in their own little paradise.

- the end ~

AAAAA OK THAT WAS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT BAKDBSJ I HOPE I DID JUSTICE WITH THE ANGST CUZ URS IS JUST ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 anyways thanku for that content, ily and i look forward to ur writing dear sjbxjsn~

Its LOVELY 🥳🥳 I'm never that good at descriptions so I feel like I'm just moving the plot along too fast but this is good :D. This was my first angst fic and I know what if feels like to be traumatized by angst. I still recall that one Dabi fic where he cheated on reader. Anyway thank you for looking forward to the content(?(😹😹😹