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People are not ready for yanderes that won’t let you have pets or children because they refuse to let anyone else take up a second of your time and affection.
Pets are silently re-homed, they make sure you take your birth control(or slip it into something if you don’t want to take it), and of course you have to stay inside where only they can receive all of your love!
The outside world is dangerous, pets carry diseases, and children would stress their poor darling out far too much! Don’t you understand that they’re just making sure you’re safe?
Aren’t they enough for you?
They better be, because you’ll be spending the rest of your life tucked away with them somewhere safe and cozy, where they can monopolize all of your time and keep you to themself!
Don’t even try to suggest getting a pet or trying for a baby, they’ll sob and ask why you’d ever want anything more than them, asking why they’re not good enough. It works and you avoid asking again, leaving them satisfied.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who doesn't give a damn about the new secretary they put in place of the old one. Honestly, where did you get that ridiculous sweater with kittens on it? He wanted to fire you as soon as he saw it, but he changed his mind when he remembered all the paperwork he'd need to sign to make it happen.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who finds it funny how you try to simultaneously hang his designer coat on the hanger while talking to a client on the phone.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who rolls his eyes every time you take too long to bring the coffee to his desk.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who, on any given day, has to blink twice when he sees you walk into the office wearing one of the dresses he designed years ago. The dress accentuated all the right places, the ones he'd never deigned to glance at before. He hummed with satisfaction at his choice and returned to work in silence.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who tried to hide his flushed cheeks when he saw you bending down to pick up a pen from the floor, revealing a little more of your thighs.
You, a recent journalism graduate with a mountain of bills to pay, were surprised when your strict boss, known as the Ice King, started giving you clothes from projects he wouldn't be using anymore. Blouses, coats, bags, hats, scarves... in a single month you could barely rummage through your wardrobe without a piece of clothing falling on your head.
Your relationship with the other secretary was reasonably good, but lately she seemed afraid to talk to you. On the other hand, your boss started taking you from one place to another, taking you to fashion shows and charity auctions.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who became desperate when you spent a day away. It's fine that you went to the doctor, but not seeing you wearing the clothes he gave you or leaving coffee on his table made him deeply upset. The other secretary and the other workers in his department avoided him for the rest of the day. In that fit of rage, he was capable of choking someone with a magazine.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who pretended everything was normal when you returned. However, for some unknown reason, your table was now next to his.
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Wyn Grayson. The star boy on campus and who has both men and women throwing themselves at his feet. He was too perfect to be true.
Rich? Check. Tall and absolutely handsome? Check. Too caring and sweet? Check. Hell it wasn’t even a secret he knew what he was doing when in bed. He’s ruined the standards for everyone he’s been with that they begged for another chance.
But he had a rule, of course he did. And that was no sleeping with someone twice. It was a stupid rule, one that no one not even his frat mates knew why he did it. When ask it was always the same response. A shrug before saying ‘What’s the point when I already know how they are like?’
It always made them groan and roll their eyes hearing an excuse like this. It was a dumb one but it wasn’t like he could tell them the truth.
“What’s the point if they aren’t you..?” He muttered. His eyes glued on the screen in front of him. He reached his hand out to gently trace your face as you smiled at the camera. Watching another video on social media that you found funny.
If anyone knew what he actually did in his free time they would probably call him a creep. Would maybe avoid him and call the police already instead of singing him praises. But he couldn’t help it. You were too beautiful. Too perfect in his eyes.
He knew the first time he saw you he had to make you his. But you were too shy, too introverted and always kept to yourself. Not like he mind, however he knew how much attention would be brought on you if he were to come up to you.
So he waited. He was patient, he could play the long game if it meant you being with him in the end. The only problem? You were starting to look at someone else
He felt his jaw clenched at the thought and his hand gripped the edge of the screen. As if he could grab you through it and force you to look at him, only him. But that’s fine, he just needed to get your attention solely on him.
That should be easy enough. He was the golden boy, the one everyone wanted. He could easily get your attention and make sure your pretty eyes and that smart mind of yours doesn’t go to anyone else but him.
He almost forgotten he was in the middle of watching you until he heard your voice. His head immediately perk up, looking at the many screens in front of him. His eyes searching through each one until- there you are~
It was the like the anger and panic felt drifted away. A wave of calm washed over him and a small smile came on his face seeing you once more, talking to yourself. A cute habit he had quickly found out about you as you moved throughout the kitchen.
You were his. You didn’t know it yet but you will soon. And once he finally has you in his grasp he won’t be letting you go. Not even when he’s dead, he’ll haunt you in the afterlife if it meant you staying as his forever.
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Part 2 to When another girl tries threatening the relationship between a yandere and his darling
Tw: death, blood and it is described a bit
Part 1
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You could only stare up at him in horror from what he said. You could still hear her. Choking on her blood, her trying to cough it out so she could breathe but you knew no matter what you did there was no hope in saving her. She would soon die from how deep her wounds were and how she was loosing blood.
“N-no.. we can’t..” You started to shake your head as you slowly came out of the shock. You tried pulling away from him but his grip only tightened. Tugging you back to him as he looked at you with faux concern.
“Shh shh.. shh.. it’s okay. No one will find out.” He whispered softly. As if someone finding out was the only concern there was about all of this. His hand on your cheek moved up a bit, wiping at the tears starting to fall.
When did you start crying?
You didn’t even know when the tears started to spill or how shallow your breath was now. You felt yourself now on the verge of a panic attack.
Hearing her gurgles as she stared to drown on her blood. Feeling his blood stain hands on you and the guilt that you could’ve been the cause of this. It was all too much. Just a few hours ago you were laughing about some stupid joke with him. Now you’re here with him like this.
“N-no..! You just killed her!” You suddenly snapped at him, trying once more to push him away but he barely budged. Instead he looked at you as if you were the crazy one, like what he did wasn’t a literal crime. As though taking away a life was nothing to him.
“My love.. she was in the way. Who knows what she might have done if I was no longer around.” He spoke to so softly. Trying to justify his actions, as if something like this could be justified.
“She wasn’t in the way. You just couldn’t keep your temper in!” You exclaimed. Forcing yourself to look up at him with a glare.
His eyes narrowed a little before he softened his expression once more. He didn’t like how you sided with her. After everything she did, how she had hurt you and tried to separate the two of yall.
But you were just a bit emotional. Maybe even tired from work that it was the reason you were now saying nonsense. He could let what you said go for now but his patience was running thin.
“You’re just tired. I’m sure after some sleep you will see what I was doing.” He said calmly, a bit too softly and tried to usher you to the parking lot so yall could leave.
“No! I’m not just tired..! Let me go-!” You yelled once more and tried to pull your arm away from him this time. But that was the final straw. Next thing you know your back was pressed against the wall and pinning you against it.
Harshly grabbing your chin he tilted your head up, forcing you to look up at him.
“No you stop.” He growled and you couldn’t help but freeze. He’s never been this harsh, this mean that you couldn’t help but feel a little afraid.
Though when he saw the scared look in your eyes the anger he felt immediately vanished. He didn’t like that, he didn’t like seeing you scared of him when you should feel protected in his presence.
“Fuck… no im sorry i didn’t mean to scare you. You just aren’t listening..” He said softly this time. His grip on you loosened but you were afraid to try to run. Knowing he could easily catch you and what he would do if you did.
“I’m so sorry, love.. please don’t be scared.” His hand was now cupping your cheek. His touch so gentle as if he was holding something fragile.
A soft gasp left your lips feeling something poke at your skin. You glanced down to see a needle piercing into your thigh. Looking back up at him in disbelief and betrayal.
“I only want what’s best for you. You’ll see, I only want to care for you.” He whispered and immediately caught you as you started to stumble. Barely having any strength to stay standing up. Things were starting to get dizzy and you tried to blink away the darkness that tried to overcome you.
“H-how… could you..?” Your voice was weak and but slurred as you weakly cling onto him before he threw the needle away and effortlessly picked you up. You have no more strength in you to fight back.
Walking straight to the parking lot with you in his arms he knew he would have to figure out a cover story fast. He wasn’t letting you go so easily again. He would make sure that this time, there would be no way yall could be separated. No matter what it takes.
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When another girl tries threatening the relationship between a yandere and his darling
Part 2
Tw death is mentioned and it is described
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It was her first day on the job and she already had everything planned out. Become the sweet and dependable employee that everyone in the office loves. Make an outlasting impression that would lead to promotions and finally find her true love.
It was so simple and perfectly planned that she had no doubt it would work. If she was able to get through 6 years at a high pristine university at the top of her class, she could easily get through an office job that she was overly qualified for.
Everything was going well at first. Praises left and right and even catching the eye of a few people in the office. But no one had compared to him.
He caught her eye instantly when she first came in. Opening the door for her, holding his hand out as he gave her that charming smile and introducing himself. Saying how excited they he was to have her on the team. But there was one problem, not about him no- it was you. They way you cling onto him like second skin and followed him around like a loss puppy. She even wondered how you got the job in the first place if he had to keep fixing every mistake you made.
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You and Wyn were an unstoppable duo. It’s like one couldn’t exist without the other from how attached yall were. He kept you level headed so you didn’t spiral out of control from unnecessary thoughts. And you made sure he stayed on top of his work.
Everyone, even him, referred to yall as ‘work spouses’. From how often he flirted with you and how you banter with him, it was almost gross how cute yall were.
And while you were excited about having a new girl on the team he couldn’t care less about her. Sure he had to be nice and introduce himself, told her how ‘happy’ they were to have her. But he hated every second of it. Having to be polite, to compliment her and then touch her?
His hands only belong on you, his sweet personality was reserved for you and you alone. He had to resist the urge to run to the restroom to clean his hands from her touch before going to you to make sure he was fully cleanse of her and only had traces of you left on him.
But he couldn’t find it in himself to shut down the conversation. So he let you yap his ear off as held one of your hands. A win-win in his book since he got to hear your voice and feel your touch while you got the chance to say what was on your mind.
But then she came over, interjecting to ‘ask for his help’. It took everything in him to not cringe when he heard her high pitched voice. And when she looked up at him with a pout? God he wanted to bleach his eyes from the sight. Her bottom lip jutting out and her already big eyes looking impossibly bigger as she tried to look ‘cute and helpless’ by giving him sad puppy eyes, but instead looked like a badly drawn anime character.
You could only watch as she moved closer to him and tried placing her hand on his arm but he quickly pulled it back like she burned her. He tried to laugh it off and make an excuse on how he wasn’t big on physical touch. Which was ironic since he was still holding your hand and had you close against him.
“Oh her clinginess must be really annoying then.” Lizzy laughed. Trying to make a sly comment towards you while hopefully getting his approval. His jaw clenched and he could feel how you seemed to deflate a little from her words. Insecurity written over you even though you tried to hide it. He felt you tried to pull your hand away but he instantly tightened his grip to prevent you from doing so.
“We’re done here.” He didn’t give her the chance to say anything else before pulling you with him and away from her. He didn’t care about his ‘nice guy’ persona if it meant keeping you away from people like her. He could tell you were shock from how he responded since you kept looking back at her and tried telling him how rude that was.
But he kept walking, gently pushing you into the elevator as he made an excuse about needing your help getting some paperwork from another department.
As much as he tried to keep his distance they somehow kept crossing paths. His frustration was quickly growing throughout the week from how often she kept trying to get close to him. His patience was slowly slipping and it didn’t help how she tried to act like you. Clinging onto him, following him around and talking nonsense that wasn’t even related to work.
At least when you did it he enjoyed it, love it actually. Whereas with her he wanted to rip his ears off so he wouldn’t have to hear her voice a second longer. To scrub any piece of skin she managed to touch raw to ensure nothing of her was left on him.
If it weren’t for the risk of losing his job and having you hate him he would’ve grabbed her right then and there, throw her out to the busy highway that was by the office in hopes she gets injured or better yet dead.
It was the end of the week and he was exhausted. From running around trying to avoid her and to catch up with you it was absolute hell. It was like you were popular all of sudden from how many people would come up and pull you away any time he tried to come up to you. And out of ‘pure coincidence’ she would pop up, ready to make conversation like they were buddies.
By the end of the day he was done, ready to give up and just go home without the usual conversation with you. Without your touch that he so desperately craves.
“Hey-” He felt the hand on his back and without hesitation quickly sat back up as he slap it away. He looked over expecting it to be Shannon, ready to tell her off once and for all but was shocked to see it was you.
It was the first time he’s ever pushed your hand away and so roughly at that. You looked back at him with shock and he swore his heart broke seeing the hurt that flashed through your eyes before you quickly collected yourself.
“I.. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You seem a bit out of it today.” He almost dropped to his knees and beg for forgiveness seeing how you were still caring for him after what he did. It wasn’t even that big of a deal but to him he felt like he deserved the death penalty after unintentionally hurting you.
“Y-yes..! I’m fine..!” He quickly exclaimed but hated himself more when you seemed taken aback from his outburst. He cleared his throat, trying to calm down before grabbing one your hands to pull you closer to him.
“I’m sorry.. It’s just been a long day, but I’m doing better now that you are here.” He smiled at you. His voice was so soft and sweet that you couldn’t help but smile a little. Even though you felt bad seeing how disheveled and stressed he looked.
“If you’re free right now we could-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence from the sudden screech of his name. Shannon running over with paperwork and looking distraught.
“Wyn! Please I need your help!” Quickly pushing you out of the way to get to him. He swear he saw red seeing you stumble back and having the grab the wall of his cubicle in order to not fall. He immediately stood up but Shannon was faster than that. Standing in his way to prevent him from going to you and looking up at him with that same ‘sad’ look.
“Wynn please-” She started to whine, trying to seem pitiful.
“Shut it. Just shut up and go to someone else.” He finally snapped. After all week of her bothering him, the patience he desperately tried to hold onto snapped seeing you almost get hurt because of her.
Both of yall looked at him in shock. But whereas you were concerned for him, Shannon’s face turn red from anger and being embarrassed in front of you. Her hands shaking and balled at her side.
“Why? So you could go back to tending to her?” She scowled at him. He didn’t know why that was any of her business.
“She can’t even do a simple task by herself! And she is such a leech-” Before she could even finish what she was saying he grabbed her arm. His grip tightening and bruising as he pulled her close, not caring if he was hurting her. He was hoping he did
“I said Shut. Up. Unless you want a similar ‘accident’ to happen to you, I suggest you leave.” His voice was low but threatening. Thankfully she was smart enough to not try and test him again.
Quickly nodding her head she hurriedly ran off the moment he left her go. You didn’t know what to do, just looking at him in shock since it was the first time you saw him like this.
He has never been so rough, so mean that it felt like he was another person. She did deserve to be told off, there was no doubt about it but you saw how roughly he grabbed her. And wouldn’t be surprised if she had bruises from it.
Before he could say anything you lied saying how you had somewhere to be. Quickly leaving just like her and he watched as you did. Trembling with both anger and frustration.
You were here. You were so close and was going to ask him out until she ruined it. He tried to keep his breath steady but he knew she needed to go. There was no way in hell he would let this happen again.
It was way later than you would have liked by the time you could leave the office. It seemed like Shannon had reported Wyn for what he did so you were held back to fill out some paperwork because you were the only other person to see what happened. It also didn’t help that you still had your own work to do so by the time you were able to leave it was already dark out.
Almost everyone had gone home already. The only people left was security and could janitors.
But once you stepped out and started walking you could hear faint whimpers coming from the back of the building. You stilled as multiple things ran through your head. What if there was a hurt animal back there? What if it was someone that was hurt? And if it was then what? It wasn’t like you were strong or knowledgeable enough to help them out.
Letting out a shaky breath you slowly started to walk over. Your curiosity getting the better of you as you held your keys tightly in your hands and taking quiet steps.
But when you peaked around the corner the last thing you expected was this.
A broken bloody bottle in one hand while the other was placed over Shannon’s mouth to keep her quiet. A small gasp left your lips before you could stop it and you felt your blood go cold seeing the attacker was Wyn.
He easily spotted you and looked panicked at getting caught. He thought you left already. He could’ve sworn he heard from others that you went home early but here you are. Looking at him terrified and like you were ready to run.
He quickly got off of Shannon, not caring about her anymore more as got up and tried to wipe his bloody hands on his suit. That had splatter blood all over it. He took slow cautious steps as if he was worried you would run if he walked too fast.
When he got to you he was quick to grab your wrist. Holding it in a gentle grasp as his other hand went to cup your cheek. You almost cringed knowing some of her blood was now on you.
“I-I had no choice. She was going to ruin everything. I almost lost you and my position. If that were to happen there would be no way I could be around you anymore. That i could keep my eyes on you.” His voice got deeper at the end, darker as if the thought of being away from you was the worst thing that could happen.
His grip had tightened but when he saw you wince he immediately loosened his hold. Pulling that same hand up to kiss it as he murmured an apology against your skin.
“But we don’t have to worry about that anymore..” He mumbled once more before moving your hand down a little.
“She’s gone now, for good. And things could go back to how they were.” He smiled but it no longer looked sweet or charming. Instead it looked sinister and dangerous, one that sent a chill up your spine.
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It was your first dinner amongst the Fatui, with Pantalone hosting an end-of-year banquet for the harbingers at his abode.
The marble columns glistened in the candlelight, and the crystals on the marvelous chandelier did so too, the divergence of light giving off a subtle yet radiant rainbow hue.
Other than that fact, it was an unassuming night, and an unassuming dinner with quiet jukebox music and delectable food.
And of course, the ever unassuming drink.
You stare at the glass of champagne on your right, the bubbles emerging seemingly out of nowhere, bringing motion to the pale gold liquid.
Pantalone, donning the ever extravagant suit, held up his glass, lightly tapping a silver encrusted spoon. His feather boa swayed with the motion.
You swirl the glass absentmindedly, paying attention to the speaker.
“We have encountered many challenges this year, notably the economic depression a few months ago caused by Osial’s attack on Liyue Harbour.”
Childe shifts nervously in his seat.
Pantalone continues, “However, as the year comes to a close, I am pleased to share that Snezhnaya’s economy has been in recovery, which was partially thanks to Rosalyne’s diplomatic efforts.”
A woman in a beautiful blonde updo, who you could only assume was Rosalyne smiles, dipping her head.
He smiles, “I look forward to more partnerships with the Geo Archon.”
“Also, we have a special guest with us today,” He points to the elephant in the room.
“Care to introduce yourself?”
You feel a plethora of stares on your person, of varying degrees of intensity. Some with potent interest, and some with mild intrigue.
Eyeing the sky blue-haired man beside you, you sigh, you didn’t expect to give an impromptu speech in front of Sneznahan Legends, who due to their enigmatic nature, were practically unheard of.
“Hi everyone, I was previously in Dottore’s cohort at the Akademiya, and now I’ll be working as an assistant for future projects.” You smooth over your suit jacket’s cuffs under the table, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Feeling the harbingers’ gazes on your person, and feeling a bit out of place, you took a sip from your ever draining champagne, but your eyes immediately darted to the person who spoke.
“I’m happy to share that Dottore’s new assistant has significantly improved our organisation’s turnout rate,” Pantalone smiled from ear to ear, “There have been less work-related injuries compared to previous data.”
A small stout man with an impressive nose clasped his hands. His golden eyes turned to Pantalone in agreement, “They seem to be a cost-effective addition to our team.”
You noticed Dottore’s lips pressing into a thin line.
“I do not appreciate my assistant being reduced to a tool.” He warned. You felt the rumble of his voice when he enunciated the vowels of his last word, as if it were a punctuation to a thinly veiled threat.
It kinda turned you on, but that’s besides the point.
Pantalone raised his hands in defeat, “My apologies, Doctor. I merely meant to applaud our newest member for their seemingly impossible accomplishment.”
The dinner goes on, but you feel strangely out of place.
Noticing your discomfort, Arlecchino cleared her throat.
You turn to your left, and she says, volume just enough for conversation between you both, “Welcome to the Fatui, I trust that Il Dottore has been treating you well?”
You smile, “Of course. I wouldn’t be sitting here otherwise.”
“Though him reaching out was quite a shock since I haven’t seen him for ages.”
“Hm? By what methods did he contact you?”
You held a piece of meat with your fork, ”He showed up in my room unannounced.”
“Well,” Arlecchino slices through her wine-simmered steak with ease, “We are quite the eccentric group.”
“That I can’t rebut,” You huffed.
Everyone goes on to finish their meals, cutlery and tableware clinking
As you finish your glass of champagne, you notice it going empty, and set it down.
A servant offers to refill your drink, and you dip your head in thanks.
“Enjoy your drink.” The servant smiles.
The fruity and tart notes wafted in the air, and you inhale the sharp scent.
Strange. It smells sharper than normal.
You don’t trust your judgement.
So you sip, the carbonated beverage lighting up your tastebuds like a round of fireworks. It seemed fine- must’ve been paranoia.
Swallowing the cold refreshing liquid was rejuvenating, making you more aware of your growing hunger.
You grow hot, your palms clammy.
You brush it off. Must’ve been the alcohol, I don’t drink much anyways, you reason.
You feel a tightness in your core, a curl of pain in your diaphragm, the thrumming of your heart, like you went for a run you couldn't handle.
Pressing the back of your fingers against your face, you feel for any change in temperature as you get dizzier by the second.
Wow, I’m burning up.
Vasodilation…
Dottore shifts, he notices your sudden change in demeanour.
He calls for you under his breath, and in your almost confused state, you are unable to give any response. Your heart beat so intensely that even his voice was drowned out, leaving you with little to no situational awareness.
The other harbingers detected the shift in atmosphere, but were unaware of the situation at hand.
Through gritted teeth, his calls grew more stern, more forceful, yet your eyes drooped. The moment you try to stand up to get more air into your system, you feel your body giving out.
You collapse on the floor, making the harbingers even more alarmed. Sandrone and Columbina gasped.
By that point he dropped all acts of control, and reached for his penlight. He knelt beside your body and shone the slim titanium torch into your eyes.
“Dialated pupils, no pupil reflex,” he notes, before feeling for your pulse,”elevated heart rate.”
“My partner has been poisoned.” He announced with finality and an edge. A warning.
You, with all your might, gave the man a weak squeeze as an attempt to reassure him that everything would be fine.
“I’ll be… fine..” You croaked, before passing out on the ground from tachycardia.
You wake up in a clean room, the sharp isopropyl alcohol scent stabbed at your lungs as you took a deep breath, wondering how long you had been out.
Footsteps nearing your cot, a male voice sighed, “You’re awake.”
You stare at the man in front of you in confusion.
Dottore frowned at your staring and crossed his arms, “Do you recognise me?” His fatui mask long discarded, showing his piercing red eyes.
You do, but you weren’t sure what you should say.
You remained quiet for a beat, looking at his worried expression.
He pouted slightly, and his brows knit together. You felt as if you should lighten up the mood.
“What, can’t I be in awe of your beauty?” You grinned, looking at him from top to bottom.
He huffed, “That’s not the focus of the topic at hand.” He walked towards you, and placed his hand on the bars on the side of the cot.
Only did he stand in close proximity with you, did you notice the minute yet obvious differences from his usual self. His unkempt hair, his ruffled collar, his oily skin, his unfocused eyes, his slight slouch.
He must’ve stayed awake monitoring your vitals.
“You were worried." You murmured, placing your dominant hand on his bare hand. He felt cold.
“You experienced syncope,” Dottore stated, “you were unconscious for three days..”
“There was a risk of damage to your cranial nerve. When you collapsed, your pupil reflex was interrupted. You were almost quadriplegic.” He stressed
You said weakly, ”I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“Hush,” Dottore pressed a feather-like kiss against your temple, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
He sat on the chair that was situated next to your bed, “Do not fret. The instigator has been taken care of.”
The next time you visit Pantalone's home, you never come across the servant again.
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Summary: SAGAU where you decide to remove Wanderer from your regular team comp.
Word Count: 606
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, player reader, SAGAU, Wanderer POV, jealous/possessive Scaramouche
Wanderer was fully built. You had him C6ed, his artifacts were absolutely pristine and all of his talents were maxed out. He’s your favorite character after all so he deserved the full 5-star treatment. He had a permanent spot on your team, no matter the team comp. He’s gotten used to the constant presence of Zhongli, Furina and Fischl, and concluded that they were just there to make him stronger. Though, if he had it his way, he’d be the only one on the team.
Wanderer himself was well aware of your favoritism. In fact, he basked in it, arrogance on full display as he gleefully used his elemental burst on your enemies. He’s more powerful than he’s ever been and more adored than he’s ever wanted. What more could he possibly want?
“This feels too easy.” He hears you murmur to yourself one day, causing him to raise a curious brow.
Not a moment later, he finds himself being guided towards the Teapot – to his home. He’s removed from the team as every character is swapped to ones you ‘rarely’ use despite them also being built. He’s flabbergasted. He’s appalled – jaw clenched in disapproval.
Scratch that. Fischl is the only one who remains, her ridiculous laughter filling the air as she places a dainty hand over her mouth.
The nerve.
Fischl of all people? The 4-star? He’s offended. And then your team subsequently is filled by Kaeya, Xiangling and Bennett. Even more pathetic 4-stars? What in the world were you doing?
Zhongli and Furina don’t seem to mind, taking a seat at one of the tables and making chit-chat with each other to pass the time with some tea and coffee. Wanderer on the other hand crosses his arms as he sits on his own, staring up to the sky as he watches a smile cross your lips.
You were having fun? Without him? Impossible.
“I should use Kaeya more often…maybe with Furina…” You hum to yourself, causing Wanderer to feel a pang of jealousy at not even being mentioned. He can hear Furina’s giggle as she too hears your words, her saying something like “Oh! That would be interesting!” He’s not really listening.
The more time passes, the more disgruntled he feels. How long were you going to mess around? How long were you going to leave him waiting?
A few hours pass until he sees the new team reenter the Teapot. Wanderer throws them a nonchalant glance before he blinks and turns his gaze fully towards Kaeya, eyes narrowed. He’s
wearing new clothes. You actually bought his skin?
If he had a heart, the pain he’d feel would be immeasurable. Envy. Resentment. A hint of hate – not directed towards you, but at the others. Especially towards Kaeya as he shows off his new threads to the others nearby with a cocky grin.
He’s tempted to make a scathing remark, but he sits there seething silently, expression blank as he continues to stare up at the sky, hoping – praying that you haven’t gotten bored of him. Would you be so cruel as to abandon him completely?
And then he feels it. The telltale signs of him being chosen once more as Bennett is removed from the team. His shoulders slump in relief. You haven’t forgotten him.
“I missed you.”
Wanderer’s stomach does a flip at your words, noting the fond smile on your lips as you stare at him. His fingers brush against the edge of his hat as he tips it downward, hiding his own wry smile. Of course you would never forget about him.
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Okay this might be a stretch- but hiiii to any filo scara lovers out there, surely ya'll know abt those au slideshow things on tiktok? 😭😭😭
Basically just smaus but on tiktok, taglish(filipino-english), and with background music that's usually thirst trap audios???
Something like this and maybe this? My peronal faveXD
PLEASE if you know other tiktok creators that make this content for Scaramouche x readers, send me their users or dm them to me please. PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭(One of the only two that I know make those vids unpublished literally everything I saved on a playlist, and I'm thirsty for more filo scara content)
(forgive me for the excessive tags, I'm rlly desperate)
▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche had heard of you, the perfect student... the one who had it all. Though he had never interacted with you, he found you disagreeable. But it seems this time, you'll be getting closer than he'd prefer... so why does he feel this pressure in his chest and the heat rising to his cheeks?
★ ❪CW❫── male!reader!student x Scaramouche, AU modern, small insults, the reader is a perfect student, Scara hates you a little, Scara's POV, Scara being a tsundere
ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I just vomited this idea, ignore me.. Maybe I'll do more parts, MAYBE (I am very procrastinating and lazy). Any spelling mistakes... sorry, I don't want to review it, I'll probably post something new in another 2 months.
Scaramouche sighed, letting out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes to disguise his mild annoyance.
His delicate hands held the exam paper, and though he had thought he did well, he noted the few incorrect marks in his answers (only three), seeing the red number at the top, an 80. The maximum score was 100, and he had hoped to have scored at least an 85 or perhaps a 90, but he wasn't too surprised either. After all, he had only had a few days to study.
He could glance over his shoulder at his neighbor, who had scored a 60. That at least comforted him a bit, knowing there wouldn't be many with a grade as high as his.
His gaze wandered around the room, passing over each of his classmates' heads until he found your hair... The perfect student.
Scaramouche huffed slightly, feeling annoyed, and kept glancing away, gritting his teeth a little. You were the stupid perfect student, the teacher's pet, who probably scored a 100 effortlessly... But his curiosity drew him back to you in the distance, watching as you held the exam paper in your hands for several seconds instead of putting it away and being done. You were reviewing your exam sheet with the textbook open, as if double-checking your own already perfect answers.
However, in the end, it seemed you had left your exam sheet, flipping it over on your desk and closing the book. Your head was slightly tilted, maybe you had made a mistake in one answer... he thought, but still, you were the 100 student, if you got a 95, you still had an excellent grade. He sighed again, looking away to focus on his own affairs.
As he heard the slight squeak of the chair backing up a bit, he looked up once more, and some strands of his indigo hair bothered him a bit. He quickly adjusted his hair and watched as you stood up from your seat, still with your back to him.
"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" It was a simple and typical question among students, but this time, it was you who asked. Obviously, the teacher gave you approval, and you quickly left the classroom, blending into the class's murmur. But he saw you. Scaramouche observed you.
He simply didn't pay it much mind, leaning back in his desk and stretching a bit over the table, lost in his thoughts and staring into space.
Now that he thought about it, he had never interacted with you. Well, he had never spoken to you.
Scaramouche remembered the first and last time you had spoken to him, even if it was just a small accident.
It was in the hallway while he was carrying some books to the office (the teacher had forced him). There were quite a few books, and he struggled a bit to carry them, so he couldn't see well as he walked. Accidentally, he bumped the books against your back.
Ugh, just remembering it seemed like a stupid cliché encounter from love stories, like when the girl bumps into the guy and it's love at first sight. He groaned at that thought, but he continued to recall how you had interacted with him.
After the collision, obviously the books fell to the ground, and you immediately apologized (when he was the one at fault), bending down to pick them up and arrange them in a row. He also crouched down, but didn't say anything, just furrowed his brow.
"Do you want me to help you carry this?" You had asked him kindly, your voice disgustingly soft for his taste, but he didn't say anything. He had already recognized you as the proclaimed perfect student, the teacher's pet, and... the number one in school.
He didn't like you, that was his point.
He wanted to refuse, but he also didn't want to carry those books again alone, so reluctantly he just carried half of them in silence, standing up and giving you a silent confirmation without meeting your gaze.
They walked together to the office, maintaining the uncomfortable silence between them. Scaramouche silently appreciated that you didn't unnecessarily try to fill that void. When they arrived, he immediately dropped off the books, giving a small greeting to the secretary to not seem rude, and then walked past you, distancing himself.
He didn't want anything to do with you, and he easily achieved that. He avoided you and kept his distance.
But oh, surprise! He and you shared three classes together: Biology, Arts, and Mathematics. Still, he didn't attempt to get closer or interact with you; it seemed unnecessary to him. He knew nothing about you, apart from being the "perfect" student. He thought you were arrogant, only showing kindness and politeness to maintain your facade of an exemplary student.
Scaramouche probably imagined that every time the teachers praised you or asked the students to follow your example, you were secretly laughing mockingly inside or looking down on others behind your soft and repulsive smile.
Scaramouche hated you.
Did he have reasons? No, but he found you distasteful for some reason.
The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts immediately. Automatically, he began to pack his things into his backpack, and once finished, he stood up and made his way through the people exiting the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway toward the exit.
It was break time, and he simply didn't want anything to do with the crowd of stupid people around him. So, he walked through the crowded halls, ignoring everyone. After all, he didn't really know anyone.
Scaramouche's feet carried him towards the stairs leading upstairs, until he reached the door that led to the rooftop. Normally, this area was blocked off, and it was forbidden to go out, but he really didn't care.
So, he easily opened the doors, removing the padlock (he had stolen the keys from the counselor's office). He closed the doors behind him so that no one would suspect that someone had been on the rooftop. He tucked the key into the pocket of his blue coat and took out his headphones and phone to listen to music, the only thing that relaxed him.
He walked across the rooftop, staying away from the edge to avoid being seen, but not too much in the center either. He headed towards the benches, which were strangely clean; probably the janitor also cleaned this place. He sat down, put on his headphones, and started playing music.
Gently, he lay back on his back, with his arms behind his head, starting to close his eyes, immersing himself in his own world of music, finding peace in melancholy.
Song by song, Scaramouche began to feel drowsy, sinking into a state of relaxation. However, when he opened his eyes, he found your face disgusting... again.
Why was God punishing him this day?
Automatically, he sat up, removing his headphones at the same time. He looked up and saw you. You had the impeccable school uniform, clean and strangely soft-looking hair, and your eyes were calm and gentle, in perfect harmony with your hair. You were too close for his liking, although technically you weren't invading his personal space, you were still there, practically in front of him, with your hands behind your back and a soft smile that he felt was fake.
"I thought this place was off-limits." You commented calmly, looking at him with those eyes that seemed as serene as water on the surface, yet so deep that they could easily swallow him whole.
He didn't want to answer how the heck he got into this closed-off place... so he simply averted his gaze with indifference, trying to show disinterest. To him, you were just an arrogant idiot, he told himself.
There were seconds of uncomfortable silence for Scaramouche as you continued to observe him with those eyes of yours. He felt uneasy under your gaze. So, he huffed annoyed, looking back at you and furrowing his brow.
"I thought the model student didn't break any rules in school." He declared, looking at you defiantly. He didn't care if you went and talked to a teacher, pointing him out for being on the rooftop, because you were there too. That place was supposed to be off-limits, but there you were, looking at him.
However, you simply smiled, as if it didn't affect you at all if he told a teacher that you had broken a rule. Although, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him, they would believe you because you were the perfect student, the role model. But if Scaramouche were to prove that you had broken a rule, it wouldn't matter because many teachers would probably overlook it due to your reputation as the responsible student with a bright future.
That's why maybe you were smiling so calmly. He clenched his teeth slightly, annoyed by your mere presence.
"I was just checking who was on the rooftop, as there have been incidents of students smoking here or having gatherings that are prohibited without a teacher's authorization." You responded softly, still smiling at him with that fake smile of yours, and you even sounded completely logical.
Your eyes, looking directly at him, made him feel small under your calm and deep gaze, like that of an animal observing its prey. But he wasn't going to let you take control.
"Do you see me smoking?" He responded, looking at you without hesitation, although the slight pressure in his chest increased with every moment you continued to look at him. Then, you gently closed your eyes and then opened them, looking in another direction, probably gazing at the blue sky.
"No, you're not smoking. I was just... 'investigating', I guess you could say." You said softly. Damn, maybe he understood now why they said you were so kind; it was your disgustingly soft tone of voice.
Although he also silently appreciated that you stopped looking at him. The tension in his muscles briefly relaxed, but his mind raced trying to decide how to act now. Respond? Ignore you? Say nothing? Leave? Any option seemed bad to him.
He decided to go for the first option, maybe then you would be satisfied with the conversation and leave him alone, ignoring him and forgetting about him.
"Are you going to tell a teacher, then?" He said, sounding uninterested because it was the truth. He really didn't care if a teacher scolded him for breaking a rule, as his mother wouldn't have time to go to the school and find out. But he continued the conversation, hoping you would leave him alone afterwards, and also so he would know whether or not he would be accused by you.
"Mhmm.." you hummed to yourself. He watched you step back a bit to lean gently against the whitish wall, crossing your arms, and again... looking at him. "Don't worry, Scaramouche, I won't." Damn, how did you know his name?
He remained still, watching your stupid smile that he disliked so much and how your lips pronounced his name. He didn't even know how you knew his name or why you had memorized it. Even though he hadn't told you, still... he looked at you, processing what you had just said, but at least you weren't going to rat him out. Was that a good thing? One could say yes.
"And this sudden kindness?" He immediately recovered, putting one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, bending it enough to lean his elbow on it and look you in the eyes, adopting a casual and unconcerned posture.
Or so he tried to appear, but his brain fried a bit when you called him by his name. He wondered why you had memorized his name, but he would go on with his intention. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by you; you were just... ridiculous.
He watched in slow motion as you gently closed your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, and then opened them again, tilting your head slightly... looking at him.
"I just noticed you weren't in class, the bell rang over 5 minutes ago." You commented casually, looking directly at him.
When the hell had the bell rung? He didn't even realize that time had passed too quickly for his liking... and he remembered that he also had classes with you today, and in math class, adding more weight to the situation. He would definitely be scolded, so he immediately stood up with a clear sound.
"Did the bell already ring? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?!" Scaramouche snapped at you, giving you a death glare as he checked the time on his phone. Even though he didn't give a damn about what the teachers thought, the math teacher punished him with too many assignments, which literally gave him a headache.
Scaramouche hurried towards the rooftop door, opening it. But a hand on his arm stopped him just as he was about to step onto the first step down.
"It's okay, Scaramouche. Let's go together, so the teacher won't scold you." You said softly. Now you were disgustingly close, he could feel the soft perfume surrounding you. It wasn't strong or intense, but soft... His brain went blank from your tone of voice and your strange comforting touch for him. After a few seconds, he reacted, stepping down onto the first step and turning around to look at you, pulling his arm away from your grip abruptly.
"Let go of me, idiot," Scaramouche muttered through gritted teeth, looking at you defiantly. But why did he feel like his cheeks were gently warming up? He lowered his gaze and turned, descending the stairs quickly without waiting for you. However, he could hear how you followed suit afterward.
After a few minutes, they were standing in front of the classroom door they had today, with the math teacher. Obviously, upon entering, the teacher was clearly not happy that Scaramouche had arrived late, but his expression immediately changed when he saw you with him.
He asked why you came back from the bathroom with Scaramouche, and in the end, you ended up lying for him, saying that when you returned to the classroom, you saw Scaramouche sleeping, so you woke him up and told him about the class time.
The teacher had no choice but to scold him for not falling asleep outside during class time and next time, threatening him with punishment if he did it again (basically, thanks to you, he wasn't punished this time). Scaramouche simply remained silent, not even thanking you.
He went to his seat, sighing irritably, trying to focus on the class and ignoring the fact that, in the distance, you seemed to have that stupid smile again. Maybe it was one of triumph for having helped him and now he owed you a favor... you were so annoying to him.
Thanks to your stupid pretty face and good reputation, you helped him this time and decided that you wouldn't tell anyone about the guy on the roof. What did you want from him? He doesn't know but he doesn't want to return the favor.
You were just two-faced, surely..
This was their problem, not yours, you're just a stupid busybody.
Bonus:
Scaramouche was there, sitting... trying to concentrate on Math class but really, he didn't understand at all...
"Where the hell did the teacher get that -26?.."
He simply groaned in annoyance in his seat, his gaze wandering over the others' heads, to where you were... and he thought about the roof.
Oh shit, he had forgotten to put the new lock on the doors.
At the next recess, Scaramouche immediately went through the crowd to the roof, to make up for his mistake, but when he went, the doors to the roof were locked... he was a little relieved, but he wondered if the janitor was the one who did it. And then he looked in his pocket for the key but he realized that only his cell phone and headphones were there... the key was not there.
At what point did he lose it?!
In reality, it was you who had stolen Scaramouche's key when you were with him, and when he was going down the stairs you made sure to lock it with the utmost care that it was silent because you knew that Scaramouche might react badly.
Scaramouche in the end deduced that the only culprit was you.
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