GENSHIN IMPACT VERSION 4.6 THE KNAVE

GENSHIN IMPACT VERSION 4.6 ❖ THE KNAVE

Good things come to children who do as they're told.

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Make Me Your God, I Can Give You Everything

Yandere! Scaramouche x Broken! Reader

Part of {Mai Playlist}

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, my lord Scaramouche,”

“How much?”

“More than anything, my lord Scaramouche,”

“Would you kill for me?”

“Happily, my lord Scaramouche,”

“Would you die for me?”

“If it would please you, my lord Scaramouche,”

Like a broken record repeating the same phrase over and over, you spoke your words with little emotion, hardly even a change in cadence. You looked at him, but your eyes had lost that familiar glimmer, that light that he'd come to rather enjoy, even if it was annoying. That light was perseverance, it was hope, it was your drive and will, but now it was gone and you often just looked more like a doll than he did.

“What’s something that would bring you joy?” He asked. Typically, he wasn't one to spoil you, but the last few weeks of you just being so docile and…empty. It had him worried. He wanted that spark back, that light in your eyes. He wanted you back.

“You, my lord Scaramouche,”

“No,” he spat back angrily, “What will really bring you joy? What will make you happy?”

“Anything you offer me is a gift enough, my lord Scaramouche,”

Annoyance caused him to stand swiftly from his chair and march over to where you sat, still as a board and posture straight, just like he'd drilled into you many times before. When he raised his hand to strike you, you didn't even flinch, making him lower it in surrender. You were still as beautiful as the day he got you, still as soft and your voice still as sweet. But you were hollow. Had he truly broken you down so?

He slumped back in his seat and sighed out longingly and you still barely moved. He made a motion with his hand for you to come closer and without a word, you did, “Sit. Join me,” he ordered. Promptly, you sat on his lap, the weight of your body comforting him. You were still in there, somewhere.

“I didn't want this,” he mumbled, his face pressed into you back, arms wrapped around your waist.

“You didn't wish for me to sit here?” You questioned, preparing to stand, but he pulled you back down with little resistance.

“No. I didn't want you to end up like this,” he squeezed your waist a bit tighter, making you let out a shallow breath, “Why couldn't you just love me as you were before. Why did it have to come to this?”

“I do love you, my lord,”

He pushed you from his lap and you crumbled to the floor, still, with little resistance. You didn't look scared or shocked, you didn't even look hurt from the way you'd fallen. Just there. He remembers the last time he'd done something similar to you. You spat at his feet in defiance. Mentally, he cringed at how hard he'd punished you that day. One of the many days of punishment that led to you becoming what you are now. Empty.

“I'm…I'm sorry,” he struggled to get the words out. Eyeing your face he saw something different, the slight raise of your eyebrows, before they fell again. But it was something. It was you, even for just a second, “Is that what you want? An apology?”

He kneeled before you and took one of your feet into his hands, his cold hands traced the soft skin of it. Scaramouche hadn't taken a knee for anyone in years. No one except his creator and the Tsaritsa herself. Both archons, but he put you on a similar pedestal. A kiss was pressed right against the toe of your foot and he felt your body jolt.

“Come back to me,” he pressed another kiss to your foot, “You'll be worshiped, not broken again.”

Your yandere Diluc lives rent free in my mind and in my heart

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Diluc in general lives in my head rent free.

And really, any man with long hair does

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Do Mi Ti. Why Not Me?

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

TW: Drugging

Part of {Mai Playlist}

Envy. One of the seven deadly sins. And one that almost anyone can say they've fallen victim to. Such an easy sin to curse yourself with, but atonement means that your soul won't be damned to hell. For a man who had almost everything anyone could want, Diluc found himself longing for more. For you. And until he had you, he didn't see atonement in his future.

Like a star hanging high above him in the sky, a ripe fruit just out his reach on the vine, a flower too high up on the tip of a mountain, he could never have you. So close you were, but so far away. He was allowed to gaze at you, but never touch you. Something so precious, why were you only meant to be looked at?

Did you outwardly say that you didn't want him? It was never confirmed with your voice, but rather with your actions. Treating him as if he were more of a common friend or sibling, instead of someone you could consider a lover. How he adored you, how he loved you so, how he wished for nothing more than the loving touch of your skin. Only, you wished to hold another.

What did Kaeya have that he didn't? He asked himself while watching the two of you on one of your many dates. Textbook stalking to most, but he was only keeping an eye on you for your own protection. Such a sweet thing you are. Someone like Kaeya would only hurt you, but you were too naive to know better, too naive to think that he'd snap your heart in two, like you were breaking his.

He was only doing it to protect you. He only did these things to keep you safe. He only watched you because he loved you. And why he invited you over for tea one day, which you delightfully agreed to, because a sweet thing like you didn't have the heart to decline. Especially not one of your childhood friends who you hadn't seen in ages.

Ten years. A decade. Maybe more. That's how long he loved you. You'd never know that though, not when your mind was elsewhere, on anyone, but him. The whole time, you blabbed on happily about Kaeya and he held a smile for you, nodding along to your tales, even though each word of praise for the other man was killing him inside.

Your sweet voice complained of drowsiness, apologizing for suddenly feeling so sleepy.

“I don't think I'll be able to make it home like this,” you muttered, your head slowly sinking to one side as you tried to force yourself away. Your eyelids are already growing heavy, you drop your tea cup, shattering it on the floor. You flinched a bit from the sound, mumbling soft apologies that sounded more like gibberish than anything else.

“You know there's always a room here for you,” Diluc spoke calmly, taking your hand before you had the chance to accept. And there was. A room just for you. At the far end of the hall, he laid you on a mountain of pillows, softer than anything Kaeya could ever provide for you, and draped you in a fluffy blanket. You nestled into that bed and barely noticed him closing and locking the cuff around your ankle, the chain of which was connected to that same ornate bedpost.

Anything to protect you. Anything to keep you safe. Kaeya would never love you nor care for you the way he did. So why choose such a man over him? You look beautiful when you sleep, your lips slightly open, little snores falling from them. But he already knew that. Because he loved you. More than anyone could ever know. So instead of letting anyone hurt you, he chose to not give you the chance to make the wrong choice.

You'd hate him, such a painful thing to admit, but it was for the best. He lay beside you, stroking your hair as you slept. Even bad dreams wouldn't be an issue as long as he was near, he’d chase them away with his sword in a heartbeat. So why choose another over him?