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Prompt #441

“It’s just a dance. What are you afraid of?”

Don’t Go.

A/N: SLAY. I think I like scaramouche idk 🤔 but it was sorta late and I just thought of this. It’s short so! Also I take request from any genshin character. Please send request i must have ideas 🤞

Pairing:Scaramouche x G/N!Reader

Warning:blood, death, angst.

He hated you, that part was obvious. He hated the way you smiled, or even called him sweet names. But no matter how times you tried to make him open up, he just wouldn’t budge. There were times where he would show just a tiny bit of vulnerability, but it would quickly fade away when he realizes. He was practically the definition of stubbornness, but that still didn’t stop you. You didn’t care how long it would take, you were convinced that he was just scared and he needed time. You ignored his insults, his nasty comments, everything. Actually, you didn’t even hear them. You just blocked them out with a smile. That stupid smile that he always hated. Why did you keep trying? He clearly showed signs of not cooperating, and yet you just continue to try. He despises the way you say I love you in that sweet voice of yours, or how you giggle at anything, and even hugging him. Those emotions are just gonna get in the way of his plans. And yet, he finds himself falling in love harder and harder every time. Even if you’re close to him on accident, he feels his face heat up and his hands becoming clammy and sweaty. And your scent just makes his head dizzy, and your eyes outshining the brightest light. When you excitingly call his name when you notice his huge hat, or his flashy clothing. You didn’t notice how his insults turned into soft sweet nothings, or how his nasty comments became one where he merely calls you beautiful under his breath. Or have you noticed how he would secretly go to your room to admire your sleeping and peaceful face, happy by the fact that you’re alive and well. Or when he gently holds your hand while you’re having a nightmare, saying that he is right here with you. But he always makes sure to leave when he knows you will wake up soon. He swore he would never allow himself to be filled with such filth, but if you were this pure then, maybe instead of filth, it would be something warm, magical. He really felt like a lovesick puppy.

So, why did things end up this way? He told you to stay away. He said that he doesn’t want you to be involved and that you should get the hell out, but you did pick up his stubbornness. “…what?” Is what he breathed out when he suddenly saw blood oozing out on his arm, a body twitching and the person coughing out blood and weakly calling his name. Aether watched as Scaramouche’s bloody hand from the other side of the body was twitching and shaking. Scaramouche slowly moved his gaze and to his horror, his instincts were true. It’s you. You were staring at him with wide eyes and your mouth dripping with blood. He slowly pulled his bloody arm off of you, and you instantly fell forward on his body. Scaramouche gently held you and felt his throat being clogged and burning. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he felt so dizzy when the smell of iron filled his nostrils and your blood soaking his clothes. “You must be kidding…” he says, his mouth forming into a sickening grin and his clean hand gripping your hair tightly. He forcefully lifted your head so that you were now facing him, but his grin faded away when he saw your eyes. Half lidded and empty. There was no life In those eyes. He doesn’t even see the shine that he loved so much. “Hey…what is this?” He question, but he already knows the answer. He tried shaking you, hell, even slapping you, but you wouldn’t even budge. He tried to cover the hole in your chest that he made, and he couldn’t stop the uncontrollable shaking in his hand. The traveler only watched in confusion when Scaramouche only begged you to wake up or else he’ll get angry. For someone being part of the Fatui and hurting a lot of people, it was surprising that he was almost on the verge of crying over a simple human.

“W-Wait, this has to work! You never heard me say it right? I-I’ll say it, okay?” No response. Scaramouche kneeled down and held your body close to his chest, making you feel his rapid heartbeat. He gulped loudly and slowly moved a strand of hair out of your pale face, and he took a deep breath. “I love you! I loved you, I’ve always loved you! I love you, I love you, I love you!!” He cries out, but you don’t move an inch. What was he hoping for? He practically ripped your heart out. But that still didn’t make him give up. “I love you, I love you!” He repeats, and he continues until he runs our breath and the realization slowly sinking in. He killed you. He hurt you. He’s no longer gonna see that smile of yours, or your laugh, or your hugs. You’re completely gone from this life. You didn’t even say goodbye. Scaramouche couldn’t hold in the tears that were spilling out, and he slowly leaned down to your face to place his forehead with yours, his tears staining your cheek and some mixing in with the blood that was still wet. He no longer cared about being a god, or killing the traveler. All he wants is for you to come back alive and tell him it’s all a prank, a stupid prank to see if he truly cared about you. He needs to hear that annoying voice of yours say “Just kidding!” Or maybe even an “I love you too”. He wants to feel your warmth again. Can’t he just be happy for once? He’ll stop everything if it means you’ll be awake in his arms again. Why are you so cruel?

“Don’t go, please…”

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3.2 epilogue 👀

(the beginning of scara domestication arc))

“ehe! this is for you, don’t be sad now~”

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

#quote

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

You can’t hurt an overthinker, they already seen it coming you’re just proving them right

DATING APP HCS - AYATO

PAIRING: AYATO X FEM READER

WARNING: SMUT, DOM/LITTLE DYNAMICS

If you are an Ayato fan, do yourself a favour and read it. Even if you aren’t, you still better do it. Just saying :> Ayato is the best daddy material and I just had to write it. Smut, smut, smut and lots of Daddy Ayato taking care of his baby. You might want to find yourself a sugar daddy right after reading it, but don’t hold me accountable for it.

You’ve been mulling over the option of getting yourself a sugar daddy for quite some time now. You are just a broke Creative Writing major who can barely afford to pay the bills, not to mention the awfully high college fees.

All in all, you also can’t deny the fact that your sexual frustration has already reached sky-high levels, leaving you mostly annoyed and miserable. What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you cute enough? Maybe you’re just too clingy. You’ve heard it often enough to actually start believing it.

So, after the stage of initial doubt has passed, you find yourself seated on the sofa with a phone in your hand. You’ve done your research thoroughly. You know how terrible people can get online so you made sure to pick the safest dating site the Internet has to offer. Your anxiety soars high after you finally hit the save button and lean back to take a look at the profile you’ve created.

Coming to think of it, you’ve always been a little bit… different? 

Your parents spoiled you rotten and brought you up inside of a protective bubble that guarded you against the cruelty of others and the world. It always felt like a little bit too much for your vulnerable side that very often took control of everything that happened in your life. From a very young age, you shunned the company of other kids, preferring to spend your time in solitude, immersed in your fantasy world of dolls and pastel plushies. 

That bubble was just an illusion, though. You had no choice but to come up against some very harsh realities after you decided to move out of your parents’ secure haven. You wanted to pursue your dreams of becoming a writer and finally be able to look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a failure. 

Thus, if there is anything that you’re sure of in your life at this point; it must be:

1) You are Broke (with capital B!), but most certainly, you are not going to ask your parents to save your ass yet again.

2) You will go to any lengths to graduate from this university and make your family proud.

3) You are done with the permanent HORNY status. The prospects of having somebody else to look out for you as well as deal with the f.o.r.e.v.e.r wet panties issue is too good to let it fall between the cracks without giving it a chance first.

With your hopes high, you began browsing different profiles of strangers who hinted at being interested in providing for a Little. These were, however, mostly old and yucky-looking men. It took but a few minutes to realise that the idea of getting yourself a sugar daddy, no matter how pleasing it seems, will be more difficult than you had initially thought it would. Are you being too picky? Perhaps. But, you can’t bring yourself to EVER let a creep like that touch you! The mere thought triggers a gag reflex, and your body shudders as if attacked by thousands of sleazy slimes.

So, just when you are about to call it a day and go to bed to sulk over the fact that your pathetic ass can’t even find anybody to have sex with you, let alone pay you for it, your bulging in shock eyes almost pop out of your head.

„Holy shit!” 

You rise to your feet and then; have to immediately sit back down because of the growing excitement causing the world around to spin.

This man is fucking flawless. Pastel hair? Elegant and charming smile? He doesn’t even look like he is anywhere near his 30s. Your mouth melts as if you haven’t eaten for days, and now there is a delicious looking cake served on a silver plate right in front of your eyes. Absurd. Why would a man of his calibre even want to pay anybody to have sex with him? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Heck, you would surely pay him if your wallet was anything thicker than a tissue. 

You swipe right.

And then your mood drops.

„Oh, I’m such a tool.”

Aha, why are you getting so excited? You pinch those burning cheeks hard enough to bring yourself down a peg or two. Why would he, the walking perfection of lavender and baby-blue Celestial being, ever become interested in YOU of all the people who’d be ready to bounce on his dick if he just as much as spared them a glance? 

The profile name says AyatoDaddy. You wonder what his real name is. The site won’t let you see any personal details unless you match with someone. You were cautious enough to keep your name private and decided to stick to an alias of sorts. If they want to know your name they will need to ask. DUH.

Like an idiot, you spring to your feet yet again when the sound of the notification startles the shit out of you. 

My oh my oh my

The screen lights up, and your heart gallops with the speed of a herd of feral horses.

A match? A new match?

And a message from… Kamisato Ayato.

You put your phone away, pacing around the room like a tiger trapped in a cage to gather your thoughts. It takes you precious minutes before you finally are ready to pick up the device again.

From: Kamisato Ayato

Hi, pretty girl. I saw your profile and simply couldn’t resist texting you. How come such a cute little doll like you doesn’t have anyone to look after her? Well, no matter. It seems to be my lucky day. I’ll gladly take care of you, Little One.

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