It is time to eat! 🗣🔥 I have returned! …And what did I miss? 🫡 Not much? Okay, that’s good lol

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Toge Inumaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

♥︎ Warnings ♥︎ Yandere | Non-Con/Dub-Con | Referring to Inumaki by His Last Name | Usage of “Senpai” Because I Don’t Know How to Translate Honorifics | Aged-Up Characters | Hurt/(No)Comfort | But It Ended Up Hurting Anyways | Female-Insert Reader | Cheating | NTR | Corruption Kink | A Subtle From of Mindbreak(?) | AU Where Shibuya Incident Never Happened | Reader is kinda menhera herself tbh

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“I’m sorry for not being there to accompany you with your mission, Inumaki-senpai.” Gentle hands ran down his somewhat swollen cheek, before the cold, yet delicate texture of a gauze replaces it and eases the sting. “Dr. Ieiri needed me for something, and it was a priority mission, so…”

“Salmon Roe.” Toge Inumaki replied, almost immediately—Holding out his hand to cut you off as if he already knew that you were about to go on a tangent. For the inexperienced, conversation without words are something of an impossible feat, but for the years that he was mentoring you, Inumaki has gotten confident of your understanding skills. It’s kind of learning process that most of his friends developed overtime, so he’s never worried that both of you would have some form of miscommunication anytime soon.

With that said, you sighed in relief at his innocent gesture. “…Alright, then please allow me to at least use my curse technique on you.” You suggested, but the moment Inumaki felt your cursed energy spiked in an incredible amount, he knew he didn’t have a choice anyway. Not only because it was your job, but he never planned to refuse your technique if you give him a chance to experience it. Just from this close distance alone, he could practically melt at the feeling—Like a warm fire in a winter night, gently embracing his body in a comforting manner.

“…Salmon.”

Rejuvenation as they call it…An innate cursed technique that you’ve developed while you were studying with him at Jujutsu Tokyo High. It’s not much when it comes to combat, since its only special feature is, as the name suggest, rejuvenation—The power to replenish the user’s body of lost cursed energy, and ultimately cutting back whatever physical consequences of the user’s cursed technique is. It was a shame that by Jujutsu regulations, it was considered a “cursed” technique like everyone else’s when in truth, it can very well be compared to a blessing in disguise for people like him.

Call it a senior’s pride or something like that, but Inumaki thoroughly believed that you’ve naturally developed a technique that he can greatly appreciate because he was the one who raised you better as a sorcerer than your own teacher ever did.

To think that you were but an ordinary civilian when you came in here felt like a fever dream. No relations to curses, sorcerers, or anything—Just a rare case of a normal person possessing a higher cursed energy than most people that they were able to see curses from a very young age. You were a chick fresh out of the egg when you arrived, an outsider to the world of Jujutsu, and Inumaki back then just found himself teaching you on a whim.

He loves watching you use your curse technique a lot more than he could ever admit—The control you have on your breathing, heart rate, and flow of curse energy was spectacular. You always make sure that you won’t hurt yourself in the process by giving too much, but at the same time, you knew exactly how much a current person needs for a complete rejuvenation. His favorite part had always been when you’re done, the way your eyes would snap back into your normal cheerful self after being in a trance like nothing happened. It never fails to make him smile.

”…Well, do you feel a lot better? Is there anything else I could help you with?” Your voice quickly got Inumaki back on high alert as he was in a trance himself. He just couldn’t help it sometimes; he could feel your cursed energy flowing in him in just the right amount that it was way too comfortable to just ignore.

Inumaki tilts his neck in a snap, feeling a satisfying crack from each side before giving you a thumbs up. “Pollock Roe.” He said with confidence to mask the embarrassment he feels inside. He would never say it straight to your face, but as someone who receives this treatment from you a lot, it’s not much of an exaggeration to say that he was addicted to the feeling. He’s a bit…sensitive on how you will react to this information, so he’ll keep it to himself for now.

“Well, that’s great then~!” You said, as he felt your observant eyes on him again—Constantly looking for any injury you might’ve missed, but your work was as flawless as ever. “At this point, please just get plenty of rest as always. If you notice anything else that feels wrong, please refer to Dr. Ieiri as soon as possible.”

Inumaki couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the way you speak during work mode, it’s professional but it just wasn’t the normal cheeky junior he knew. So, with a mischievous look on his face, Inumaki pulled on your cheek slightly with judging eyes. “Mustard Leaf~?” He teased as you flinched at the contact.

“Ow, ow!” You exclaimed, yelping like a kicked animal until Inumaki let go eventually. In an instant, you pouted and rubbed on your slightly reddened cheek. “W-What was that for, seriously…!?”

Inumaki only pointed at you nonchalantly with two fingers. “Tuna, Tuna.” He stuck out his tongue which only puts an irritated vein on your forehead—But somehow, you knew what he was trying to say.

Instead of snapping like how you originally planned, you sighed. “I know, I know…” You said, eventually smiling in defeat. “But it’s work, you know? I have to be prim and proper when it comes to work.”

Inumaki hummed, eyes glancing to the side as if he hadn’t learned his lessons at all—In fact, he just wanted to catch your attention, that’s all. “…And you should be careful around your own work too!” Then came in you scolding him in the end. “Please stop rupturing your vocal cords every time you go on missions! I am not treating you next time, do you hear!?”

“Salmon Roe~” He heard what you said, but it was like the words go through one ear and escaped to the other—He didn’t have any intention of listening to your advice at all. If rupturing his vocal cords was the minimum requirement to come visit you again, then so be it…Besides, he knows you’re lying anyways. He just can’t see you refusing service to anyone who’s in need of help, what more of it if it was him?

“Ugh, why do I feel like you’re not taking me seriously at all…?” You grumbled under your breath but ending up shaking your head anyways. Eventually though, you smiled in a silly manner, just what Inumaki was hoping for. “No, whatever…Just have a good day, Senpai.”

Hearing that, Inumaki finally gave you his famous close-eyed smile to show his excitement. “Salmon~!” He replied enthusiastically after seeing that familiar attitude of yours for the day and quickly pat your head. You giggled as he hopped off the bed, raising his hand slightly to wave at you as he headed out for the door. “…Kelp.”

With one last smile, you waved back at him before going back to your desk, probably checking for the mission you’re assigned to next.

Honestly, for someone who came from humble beginnings, you were making quite the name for yourself as a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world. Non-combatant cursed techniques are rare as it is, and for someone to have one that defies the very definition of a curse and turning it into something of a blessing—It’s no wonder you are highly valued by the higher-ups. It’s hard to imagine that just a few years ago, you were someone relatively unknown and though you did had some help from the teachers like all other students, you still had to teach yourself on how to differentiate between what is a curse and what is not.

Regardless, Inumaki can freely shrug about it now—He was glad you developed a technique that was beneficial to him, and that’s all it matters. You were good friends, on top of being senior and junior back in school, so your relationship with him was undoubtedly better than the rest. Maybe he’s a bit boastful about it, because who wouldn’t want to come home from a long and exhausting mission, only to lay down and be doted on by your cursed technique?

The feeling of a sore throat has been something of a wild fantasy to him ever since you mastered your craft, so what else was there to complain about?

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Continue the Hornii?

This Sinfic was in one of my WIPs folder (Yes, I have a folder full of unfinished Sinfics and ideas ☠️ I’m a loser) and I had to travel back to the memory lane on what kind of plot I was trying to cook 8 months ago 😭

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Keith/Lotor (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron) Lotor (Voltron) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Trauma, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary: 

All you have to do is stay a minute Just take your time The clock is ticking, so stay All you have to do is wait a second Your hands on mine The clock is ticking, so stay

I’m Yume :DD and here’s some freshly new Hornii for all of you! Blue Lock is an anime that I started watching two weeks ago and read the manga immediately right after episode one, but was really sad when it’s Yandere Non-Con tag is pretty much empty right now.

So, I wanted to contribute a little 👀

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Nagi Seishirou [Blue Lock]

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Spoilers for the Anime, and especially the Manga (Blue Lock) | Yandere | Non-Con | Female Reader-Insert | Usage of “Football” instead of “Soccer” | Jealousy | Referring to Nagi by his last name | Cockwarming

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All his life, Nagi Seishirou had been taken care of by others.

His talent that even he couldn’t understand himself intrigued other people but himself and thus, had always been someone else’s “treasure” rather than his own. He was an entertainer who was spoiled rotten in exchange for some mediocre performance, enough to satisfy an audience who are just as boring as the last. Maybe Blue Lock has changed him in some way, learned a few things about winning and losing, and earned a dream he wanted to achieve—

But looking back at his former performances, as impressive as it is for the public’s eye, none of his “skills” were actually cultivated to be his own. There was always someone who did it for him—Reo, Isagi, Prince…But never had any of them belonged and created by Nagi Seishirou himself.

…And that’s fine, right? It can’t be helped that maybe he’s just meant to be like this, both in football and other things. There was no need to destroy his own mentality in order to create something that he’s not, right? Because results are everything, and as long as someone else is there to make him show the extent of his talent, Nagi Seishirou is powerful.

It was satisfaction, it was the kind of fun he was looking for in football…until the day came where he finally got a feel of what it’s like to hold that reign of control to someone more incompetent than he is.

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Continue the Hornii~?

I just want to let this out of my chest, please let Blue Lock blow up in the Yandere Non-Con community before the potential dies 🥺 It’s been a while since I wrote a full Sinfic so I’m a bit rusty, be patient with me please 🙏✨

I have rewritten the first four chapters of my Euphoria Fanfiction ☠️ Even though I’m supposed to be studying for my incoming tests haha

Anyway, check it out if you want~😘

I’d like to hear some opinions, and I want to know if I at least improved on my writing somehow ☠️ Because I’m not good at making stories that are not one-shots lol

♥︎♥︎ Aether ♥︎♥︎

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Non-Con | Yandere | Implied Incest Kink (?) | Gaslighting | Manipulative Relationship | Fingering | Doggy Style | A little bit of Choking | Rough/Unprotected Sex | Character Death | Angst | Non-Consensual Drug Use (But it's like...actual medicine lmao)

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Though he was able to protect and defend nations of a world he wasn’t even a part of, he was unable to protect the one thing that mattered the most—Family. Darling carried the same ambition his sister once had, so Aether wanted to protect her so much as a way to redeem himself for showing weakness that caused their separation years ago…Unfortunately, there was already someone else who carries that role for you, but Aether is willing to do anything to steal that spot.

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Babysitting.

That was the first thing that came out of Aether’s mind when he read through the commission Katheryne offered him. A simple request for anyone willing to take care of someone’s younger sibling for certain amount of days…It spelled nothing but troublesome in Aether’s eyes, him who cannot afford to waste any more time than he does now. The pay isn’t even worth it, just a few mere Mora per day—A week of this job would’ve paid less than working a day in somewhere known like the Dawn Winery or the Jade Chamber. Either way, it sounded like a real lost for anyone really, probably the reason why no one has taken the job for a few days now, but—

“Eh? Seriously? You’re accepting this commission, Traveler?”

Even Paimon can’t believe her ears, watching Aether nod as he hands back the commission to Katheryn who confirms his participation. Considering all those factors laid out in front of him, she really thought he would refuse! Aether thought the same thing as well actually…But perhaps it was for the fact that it was the topic of siblings that had him changing his mind. As an older brother himself, he probably understood more than anyone what it meant to want someone to take care of your younger sibling whilst you’re gone. Aether just naturally has a soft spot for things like that, so he couldn’t really help it.

They arrived at a simple cottage located near Springvale, a modest little home enough for a family of four. Upon knocking at door, he was greeted by a young man who stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “A-Aren’t you the Honorary Knight!?” He exclaimed, trying to calm his excitement. “Oh, gosh…I didn’t think you of all people would be the one to accept my commission! Please, come in!”

The cottage was more comfortable than it looked on the outside, everything is neat and organized without a single speck of dust anywhere. It really carries the atmosphere of a home that was well taken care of, it’s somehow nostalgic and Aether really likes it. The same man who issued the commission was dressed in an Adventurer’s outfit—He’s whole attire is tidy, and is probably off to work soon, but still had the time to served him and Paimon some tea.

“I still can’t believe that the Honorary Knight himself would be the one to help me out, this is a serious relief…” The guy breath out a sigh as he sat across from Aether who just smiled at him. He knows he should be more grateful about his praise, but this isn’t exactly the first time someone is this excited about meeting him. He got used to it after a while, so though he still greatly appreciates it, he couldn’t do anything but to smile awkwardly about it. “Well, anyway—I’m sure you’ve already read about this in the commission itself but…”

“It’s my Little Sister that I want you to take care of until I come home for the day.”

Little Sister, Aether thought as he sips on his tea, he didn’t know that…Suddenly, he felt more confident of his abilities than before, it’s probably the Big Brother instincts he had deep inside. “The commission might be a little misleading, but my Little Sister is actually about the same age as you.” Aether highly doubted that, but he knew what the guy meant. “She’s not exactly difficult to take care of, she’s actually quite independent if I’m truly honest…It’s just—“

The guy scratched the back of his head, trying to phrase his words better. He looks hesitant, looking between the ground and back to Aether and Paimon a few times before he eventually just sighed in defeat. “Maybe it’s better if I show you?” He said, with a small smile.

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Continue the Spice~?

I'm recently getting new Twst fans coming to read my hornii (Probably because of the recently released eng ver) and it's really making me miss writing about Twst! So, I'm thinking of writing a Twst Sinfic next!

♥︎♥︎ XIAO ♥︎♥︎ ZHONGLI ♥︎♥︎

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Yandere | Non-Con | Depictions of Violence | Death | Threesome

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To think that there was still someone out there that can spark this much interest out of a literal god and a mighty adeptus. It was such a rare occurrence that Darling couldn't possibly blame them if that spark ever bursts out into an inferno...Right?

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Xiao had known for a while now, that man— Zhongli, as they call him nowadays, recently has a certain person of interest occupying his mind as he speaks…It was surprising for the young adeptus to say the least. To think that the god still holds such humane taste, that there was still someone who could entertain him, despite his many years full different encounters. His fascination with you had Xiao confused on as to why this said god was acting as if he hadn’t encounter anyone quite like you in his lifetime before.

Your background was simple yet sweet and your story was one that was just beginning to unfold just in time for both Zhongli and Xiao to witness. A tale of a hard-working woman who lives with her lovable grandparents in Qingce Village. You reached an age where you can freely roam pass what you have known as home and into the harbor itself, using that opportunity to find work and earn money for your remaining family. Your frequent visits in city of Liyue was what led you to meet Zhongli by sheer coincidence alone, during a story-telling performance in Third-Round Knockout that you just so happen to be interested in. Zhongli, being a usual at this convention had took note of you as a new audience amongst the few people he had encountered.

Perhaps it was the fact that you were so different from the usual audience that caught his eye at first glance. All he ever met was old townsfolks joining in to reminiscent about the past, maybe some young archeologists, historians that requires the knowledge for their profession, but you fell to none of those categories. You were just an audience, young and youthful, eyes glittering and heart beating fast at the climax of the story, as evident of how tight your grip was on that cup of tea. You looked incredibly out of place within this area that Zhongli couldn’t help but be amused of your reactions. It was always a guilty pleasure of his to see the youth of today so marveled at what happened back during the old times.

But what seemed to be an adorable little encounter for him turned out to be something much more when he overheard something that wasn’t intended for anyone to hear. “Bringing order, huh…” You whispered to yourself, unaware of how keen the ears of the man beside you are. “…I wonder if that’s just an excuse for Rex Lapis to do as he pleases with whoever is in the side of the contract…”

Zhongli couldn’t help himself; he had devoted on staying quiet of the truth regardless of what the citizens may think, but when one hears their past name, they just can’t help but to be curious themselves. “…The contract was created for the sake of balance and reason.” His mouth moved without his permission, eager to state nothing but facts to somehow change your perception on the current topic. “Rex Lapis did not find enjoyment in carrying out order to those who break the contract, but is merely carrying the will of the rock that does so.”

It was silent after that and for that few seconds, Zhongli almost regretted the thought of speaking up, seeing that you were now staring up at him with wide eyes, frozen in place. People used to tell him that he lacked the ability to “read” the atmosphere which always had him confused in thought, but the air that day was particularly awkward, making him understand little by little on what that expression meant now. With a small cough to clear out the thick tension, he set out to turn to you and apologize for your breaking your immersion, but—

“Aah, is that so? I guess thinking that way does makes more sense in a logical perspective…” You put your hand on your mouth, thinking deeply in thought at what he said. Zhongli watched as you mumbled out a few more words that managed to slip out of your mouth, but held insufficient context for him to understand. Soon, you stopped your little self-deliberation and held a laugh for yourself, ones that made him raise his eyebrow in wonder. “Silly me, always thinking of such scary things…Of course, Rex Lapis is not that kind of god after all.”

You then turned to Zhongli, which he had noticed that your eyes had shone brighter than before, almost as if stars itself was what resided in them. “But that thought had always been in the back of my mind for a while now so, I guess a little criticism was the push that I needed to get it out.” Your smile was just as bright as the light in your eyes, he took a mental note how full of warmth and innocence it has. “I’m glad you took the time in seriously correct me, sir! Thank you!”

Ah, so your little pause was not because you were offended by his rude interruption, but it was you taking his words into careful consideration to align them with your own opinions…Zhongli slowly smiled, you are as strange as he expected you to be. Perhaps you are as similar as the historians that have gathered in this place, a young woman who wanted to know more about a time that she did not partake in. But instead of knowledge alone, you were simply having fun learning about it. “Well…It was my pleasure.” Zhongli said as he closed his eyes, he thought it was a good trait to have— Whoever said you needed to have a professional degree in order to have the right to understand and learn about the past anyway?

“But you sure do seem to know a lot, sir! Better than the common folks around here, at least.” You indulged the conversation this time, an attempt that was way better than what he did. “Please, I’m intrigued! Would you mind if you were to tell me more?”

Perhaps deep in his heart, Zhongli still holds a softest spot for humans like you, who possess avid curiosity, willing to know more and such. You reminded of him of those children from Chihu Rock, gathering around an adult to tell them stories about the heroic deeds of those who were able to survive the harsh lands that is the past. It wouldn’t be too far off if Zhongli were to say that you were probably like that a few years earlier, it was just a trait that never disappeared from you even after reaching adulthood. “…Very well.” He agreed, without a single doubt of hesitation in his mind and watched as you lit up with delight. It was yet another entertaining reaction that he had enjoyed, however— “Though we will be in need of a contract.”

At that instant, you’re face fell and your excitement turned into worry. Zhongli almost felt bad dropping the huge news on you like that, he wasn’t sure if he liked this concerned side of you. “O-Oh, well…Would it cost Mora after all…?” You said as the tone of your voice settled down, as if the idea you had before didn’t seem to look as bright with a mention of a contract.

…Zhongli felt like he phrased the condition of a contract incorrectly, your mood changing was something that he did not expect. He suddenly felt obligated to cheer you up, seeing you so worried had somehow tugged on his heartstrings. “Oh, don’t misunderstand Dear…” A lovely pet name, you noticed he had used all of a sudden, but you more or less did not mind. It somehow brought you some comfort. “A contract does not always involve a placement of Mora.”

“Instead, the currency that we are going to talk about here is time.” Zhongli smiled, a soothing smile that slowly took your worry away, like how a parent does to their scared child. “The contract will go like this— I will be willing teach you more about the past as you requested, conducted during weekends at this same place for as long as you want during those days…But In exchange for that, the contract requires you to participate in it every time.”

You blinked in disbelief. “…Is that it?”

Closing his eyes, Zhongli felt victorious on the fact that he had successfully calmed you down in a near scared state. “This contract is only made for the both of us to not waste time, you see.” This was said for your own benefit rather than his. Time is nothing valuable for someone like him after all. “What point would we reach if you were to not show up at your own request, yes?”

It took you a while to come in terms with such an easy contract, still in disbelief that you were able to acquire something like it to the point of suspicion. Zhongli’s lips fell into a straight line at this, the change in demeanor within the mentions of contracts was very noticeable. The reason your guard was instantly raised up, how wary you are of the conditions had him thinking that some way, some how, you must’ve had bad experiences with contracts from before. It might be a stretched-out assumption, but you might’ve been scammed before, judging from the over-suspicion you give…Zhongli wanted to click his tongue if that were the case, people like those are a stain to his name as the god of contracts, what would they even gain from deceiving an innocent woman such as you?

“That’s…surprisingly— an easy contract, I don’t know what to say…” Your hands began to fidget together, slowly looking up at him with a hopeful look in your eyes. Somehow, Zhongli felt as if his heart was melting at the sight of it. “…It doesn’t really involve any Mora, right…?”

“Yes. You can have my word for it.” Zhongli nodded, a sincere gesture that captured you immediately. He feels bad that he had to offer a contract even through such simple terms as this, but he of all people knows better than to ignore Liyue’s tradition. Granting you favoritism would bring the order of contracts meaningless now, wouldn’t it?

You finally took a deep breath. “Well then…!” You exclaimed, excitedly. “Please take care of me!”

It was funny, how you both began to converse with each other so casually without registering the fact that the two of you hadn’t even learned each other’s names. It was as if the two of you were both old-time friends, words came out naturally after the agreement. You were a secluded child from what Zhongli could tell, your fascination with history had made sense after knowing that it was your grandparents who raised you. Having only their own experience to share with you as a guide, it was probably the one that sparked your interest. For once, Zhongli found that refreshing about you, that you were now depending on him to learn more just motivates him to do his best in fulfilling his side of the contract.

Having been the one to serve the mighty Morax for so long and experiencing his overall change altogether, Xiao can somehow see why he would be this easily attached to you. “She possesses innocence that I couldn’t help but to protect.” It was no excuse, no lies for he didn’t need to. Zhongli always tells the truth about his feelings whenever he would ask him about you. He was not the type to openly admit such a thing, but it was pretty obvious that this once powerful, war-obsessed god was now deeply smitten by a simple, curious village girl.

“She’s like a flower that continues to bloom beautifully despite the storm raging ahead.” Oh, how times have changed, Xiao could only think as he listens to the god’s musings. If he didn’t know any better, his words that are akin to poetry would’ve been mistaken for that of the Anemo Archon’s. However, he was once again reminded of his usual stern identity when he had begun to drop the flushed demeanor. “However, if there comes a time that I am not there to protect that bloom once that storm indeed decides to rain upon her…”

“…Then, I would like to ask of you to protect her in my stead, Xiao.”

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CONTINUE THE SPICE~?

♥︎♥︎ Kaedehara Kazuha ♥︎♥︎

♥︎ Warnings ♥︎

Yandere | Non-Con | Degradation | Violence | Breeding | Fingering | Non-Consensual Kissing/Touching | Forced Masochism/Submission | Mind Break | Kazuha being a little sadistic | Kazuha probably didn't drink very much, but man loves his sake | Emotional Manipulation | Rough/Unprotected Sex

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In Kazuha’s eyes, Darling was a savior—His savior. Even if all you did was to put a roof above his head that one fateful night, just to shield his pitiful self from the rain…It would be an understatement to call it but a simple coincidence, so perhaps becoming forever indebted to you was the real reason he sought out this journey?

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On the way home from visiting the local market place in your nearest town, the only thing that was on your mind was dinner. You wondered what kind of meal you can make for yourself tonight with the ingredients you currently have. Perhaps a savory dish with rice, top with some pickled vegetables that your friend had recommended a while back? You did buy some freshly baked bread filled with cream on the way over here, the vendor was nice enough to give extra, so maybe pair them with a glass of milk? It would surely satisfy any sweet craving you’ll have for the night. But maybe you should practice your culinary skills a bit more and do something experimental, something you’ve never done before? Decisions, decisions…

Either of the meal you picked though, you were expecting to come with nothing but various dishes to worry—But certainly not an unknown man lying unconscious in your front porch.

It scared you half to death, you almost thought it was an actual corpse at first from how ragged his appearance looked, dirty and beaten down. If it weren’t for the fact that his shoulders were still heaving up and down from such a shallow breathing, you would’ve bolted away and call the nearest undertaker already. He seemed like a young man about your age, and he wears peculiar clothing that tells you that he wasn’t just a nobody, at least he didn’t look like he was from around your place, that’s for sure. He was lying face down, so you couldn’t really see his face clearly—Like he just collapsed right then and there.

…Gaining the courage to look closer however, your heart dropped as you saw a red stain his clothing, slowly becoming bigger and bigger. It didn’t take you too long to realize that it was a wound—A seemingly severe one at that. Your first instincts were to help, but you carry nothing but the basics of medical knowledge, so you worry that you might end up doing something bad rather than good at this rate. You considered asking help from the town, or at the very least, neighbors that are close by but—You feel bad just leaving him out here, it’s not like you can carry him anywhere. You don’t even know how long the guy can last before he ultimately lose too much blood.

So, with no other choices in hand, you sighed and decided to suck it up to do what you can at the moment. Approaching the body, you were quickly blown away with how high temperature is—You don’t need a thermometer to tell you anything, you could tell how scorching hot he is just by being near him. Gulping, you carefully flipped him over, extremely cautious of the wound that was bleeding through his side. Now that you got a good look at him, his state looks worse than you expected— Whatever happened to him before ending up at your place, it must’ve been rough. It was a shame to see dirt and cuts all over his face too, it was honestly impressive on how youthful and handsome he looks…But more importantly, the thing that caught your eyes the most was the sheath akin to a samurai’s on his side.

He was armed, which made you even more nervous and caused you to hesitate— What if this man you’re trying to help is convicted criminal? you thought. Perhaps he ended up here after escaping justice and such?

You shook your head with a nervous gulp, you were starting to get scared but— Still, you found yourself carefully dragging the man towards your home…You guessed it was just your morale winning over you but— Even if he is confirmed to be a criminal after this, you don’t want to wake up a haunting morning every day thinking that you just let someone die tonight. By your front porch, nonetheless! You have the means to help, and that you will do…Human life is precious after all—You sighed as you thought of how regrets can come later.

…Besides, even if he is as dangerous as you expected him to be, what can he do to you when he has a wound this big? You’ll just end up reporting his whereabouts to the authorities in secret tomorrow if you have to.

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♥︎ Warnings ♥︎

Dub-con | Stockholm syndrome (Kinda) | Unhealthy Relationship | Pregnancy (?) | Master-Servant Relationship | Violence (A little, Scaramouche isn’t exactly very nice) | Implied Child Slavery | Face Fucking | One of the rare Sinfics I made that actually has a Happy Ending omg how—

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Seems like Scaramouche got a little too attached to his own subordinate Darling, even without realizing it himself…But even if he did, he’s a little confused on how to express such feeling. Especially when Darling begins to slowly lose the very essence that made her special in the first place.

…He can’t have that, even if that was his own fault.

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“…Pathetic, aren’t they?”

You looked up from the ground, tilting your head slightly to get a good look at the man in front of you. Your hair was messy and uncut; thus a few unruly strands had impended your vision a little. You want to swipe them away, to tuck them behind your ear, but—It was a little difficult moving your hands with such heavy chains tied around it. Still though, you make do with what you can for now…At least you can see that it was a man, not as tall as your father and perhaps a little too young in terms of appearance.

He wears a strange set clothing and a large hat, you thought he had an interesting taste to be able to walk around in them. “Can you believe it? They drowned themselves in a ridiculous amount of debt, knowing that they won’t be able to pay it off in due time. That’s peak human selfishness for you.” He continues on as you blinked in wonder—What was he talking about? “…And When they come to their own stupidity in the end, they begged for their lives and offered to turned in the one and only treasure they have left.”

He looked at you directly for the first time, your hair didn’t let you see what kind of expression he wore—But he sounded cold…and disgusted. For someone who had the appearance of a young boy, he sure carries an aura that can intimidate just about anyone. “Do you get what I’m saying? I’m talking about you…You were the “treasure” that they highly cherished.” He said as he scoffed, almost snorting in mockery. “Truly pathetic human beings they are.”

Ah, so he was talking about your parents…That made it had some sense, but— “That’s not true.” You opened your mouth, looking up at him with eyes that still carried so much innocence in them. This man could just hurl with envy. “…Mother and Father were struggling every day, but they tried their best.”

“We don’t have enough money, but they made sure I was never hungry and loved.” You said, looking down on the ground—Reliving past memories makes you too emotional, so you wished you wouldn’t have to shed a tear…You swore to your Mother that you would stay strong, but you can’t help but miss them now. “I never thought that they were pathetic at all. So, please…”

“Don’t speak bad about them.” Your speech turned into a plea as you bowed respectfully. Extra details aside, if there was one thing that your parents had constantly reminded you of—It was to be respectful…Most especially with a guy quite like this one.

You heard the man huffed, crossing his arms. “Ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes. “If they tried their best, then how did it come to this? Why did it reach a point where they even have to sell their own daughter to pay off the debts that they owed?”

You stayed silent, not really because you don’t have an answer but because you simply didn’t feel like answering the question. It dampens your mood. “Face it. Rather than seeing you as a daughter, you were but a bargaining chip to them.” He continues to talk though. “They kept you healthy so that you can sell at a high price, nobody wants a defective product after all…This was the outcome that they were going for.”

Glancing to the side, you remained silent—Almost making the guy smirk in victory, thinking that he had succeeded on opening your eyes to your cruel reality…But it came as a shock to him when your lips slowly formed into a smile. “…Did you know my Mother cried when she left?” You asked, not caring if he’ll respond or not. “Everything else could’ve been a lie, but…I believed those tears were real.”

“Because in the end, they were still kind enough to teach me what it felt like to be loved.”

You didn’t realize your eyes were watering up, tears slowly forming in your sockets. Soon, it began streaming down your cheeks one by one—You wanted to wipe them away but again, the chains and cuffs were too heavy…Gosh, you really do miss them a lot, it actually hurts. You looked back onto the ground, worried that the guy might feel insulted by the tears, so you try to hold them back as much as possible. Luckily, he did not say anything for a few seconds, making you think that he probably had lost interest in continuing the conversation—Which was fine, it’s difficult for you to talk like this too. But you soon tensed up as you heard footsteps coming closer to you, along with the slight ringing of accessories clinging against each other around his outfit

Before you knew it, there was a hand on your chin—Tilting your head upward and there, you blinked as you saw the features of his face so clearly for the first time. “…You do know that I don’t exactly have any use for you, right?” He said, coldly. “Your parents advertised you as helpful and obedient—But we have a lot of those already.”

“Honestly, the real reason you were so valuable as payment to the Fatui was because of that little toy you have over there.” He gestured towards your side, right at the dangling elemental ornament tied around your waist…This heavy thing? Your Vision? It’s a mystery to you too, an item that you woke up wrapped around your hands one day. Your parents told you it was a blessing from the gods and since it was useful, you kept it. “Vision-bearers are looked down upon here, but you were accepted just so they could live off from the irony of it all.”

“Someone who was blessed by the gods, and yet, was sold as a slave. Hilarous, isn’t it?” He said, but rather as a joke—It was a threat that had you shivering for a moment…But you tried hard not to show it on your face, your father once told you to never look intimidated in front of the higher-ups, or you’ll lose your worth. However, the man unexpectedly laughed—A deranged, humorless laughter. “But it’s because they have such a boring sense of humor that I change my mind…I’ll take you in, why not?”

You blinked in confusion, your eyes darting around everywhere in search of answers before going back to him immediately. “…Why is that?” You asked as politely as you could, not wanting to be on his bad side. A drop of sweat trailed down the side of your forehead as a part of you felt rather disturbed, nervous of the situation…You thought you were going to service the whole Fatui, not just him. Was this guy really that powerful to have a slave bought all to himself?

“You simply disagreed with me, that’s all.” He said, roughly letting go of your jaw. But not before wiping away tears on one of your eye with his thumb. Something tells you that it wasn’t just an act of kindness at all. “The sheer audacity to disagree with a Harbinger…I can’t possibly tolerate that kind of behavior.”

His hand then went down to the heavy metallic cuffs around your hands, sparks of electro slowly manifesting around the air. You can feel little hairs on your skin stood up on its end and tiny shocks went through you as the voltage became higher and higher, showing just how powerful his control of the element really is. “Maybe I’ll teach you what working under a Harbinger is really like, so that you—“ You flinched as his other hand flicked your forehead with a smirk, he surprisingly looks like he’s having fun…If you ignored the crazy in his eyes. “—Will never talk back to me again.”

In that instant, the cuffs of your wrists just…exploded into millions of pieces. You shut your eyes to protect them, stumbling back from the shockwave it caused. It took you a while to regain your position, staring at your shaking hands and reliving the taste of freedom once again. “Do you get all that?” He asked, crossing his arms as he watched you do the things you couldn’t do with your hands before—Tuck strands of hair away from your face and wiped your eyes completely off of tears. “Starting from now on, I own you and you will do everything I ask of you.”

You gulped, before looking down—Your heart was actually racing really fast and nervous sweat was all over your forehead. Your hand unconsciously gripped the Vision by your side and for a second there, you thought of trying to escape with it. It does hold the element of Barbatos, the God of Freedom…Or at least, that’s what your parents said, so perhaps the wind will help you like they said?

But unfortunately, instead of thinking of a plan, you shook your head and hold your hand out with the Anemo Vision towards the guy. “…Understood.” You barely have enough time to resonate with your own Vision, it was given to you just a little bit too late. Why would you even think something like escaping when this man just displayed just how dangerous he can be? You may be young and bold, but you weren’t stupid. Your parents didn’t raise you just to die like that. “I…will make sure to use this Vision just for you, Master.”

You bowed one last time, but the man did nothing but blink—Not even remotely impressed by your words of service. Time and time again, he heard the same old words from different kinds of people to prove their loyalty towards him. Yours doesn’t even sound professional at all, clearly inexperienced…But that naivety is what intrigues him—You are but a child compared to him, a child who knows nothing about this world you were forced to step in. He wondered when that would last, how long will it take for that blind optimism of yours to dwindle down? He stepped back, scoffing as he disregarded the Vision you held out for him before turning around and continuing the business he originally had.

“…That’s Lord Scaramouche for you.”

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