I Love Your Writing So Much... Especially Scaramouche Ones. Please Write More Yandere Fics Of Him

i love your writing so much... especially scaramouche ones. please write more yandere fics of him <3

I consider Scaramouche to be one of my many muses, so I plan to write for him for a long time

Hey girl found your blog and loving it so far

Can I request a yandere alhaitham forcing a marriage while making it seems he is not (does that even make sense 😭)

Hi friend! I could be wrong, but I think you're asking to be gaslit and manipulated. In which case, I got you.

It's What You Wanted

Yandere! Alhaitham x Reader

The papers in front of you had this foreboding energy around them, like you were doing something wrong, even though it was something you agreed to. Or maybe it was the ramifications of them, the papers themselves weren't scary, they were just pages after all, but it was what they meant. What they represented for you.

His name was already signed on one side in his usual neat, cursive penmanship. The other line lay blank, empty, and waiting for your name next. Your name. You. It was just waiting for you to finish it.

“Well?” He questioned into the silence that sat over the both of you. He was always so nonchalant and today was no different. One leg crossed on the other and a book sat over his knee, keeping the pages open for him to begin reading again. He was treating this as if it wasn't a major decision for him, life changing even, but that energy suited his character.

You picked up the pen, but it felt heavy in your hand and you trembled, making you sit it back down, “Don't you think this is a bit of a bad decision, Alhaitham?” You questioned with a little sweat on your brow.

“You're the one who came up with the idea,” he retorted.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but shut it again. What he was talking about was an offhanded comment you'd made at the table a few days ago. After a night of drinking and complaining about having to return home, at the wishes of your mother and father, you drunkenly complained on and on about your problems. Once your term was over at the academia, they expected you to be on your way back home, despite your wishes to stay.

Your parents, being the old fashioned people that they were, wouldn't listen to your word, but the word of your husband? That's what mattered most in the world to them. You muttered something about actually wishing you were married for once, how it'd make it easier for your parents to actually listen to you, but didn't say much else.

You remembered seeing Alhaitham raise an eyebrow over the cover of his book at that and take another small sip of his drink, but other than that, nothing more was said about the comment. Not until now.

“But…would this even be okay with you? This is marriage,” you tried to press the importance of this to him, but his green eyes didn't even seem phased. He was always so hard to read, unless he outright said it, you never knew what he was thinking.

“You want to stay, don't you?” His words made your stomach drop. He was right, you did want to stay. You wanted to live in Sumeru for as long as possible. You wanted to keep studying and learning. You wanted to be close to your friends.

“I do, but…”

“You should just sign it,” he pushed the paper on the table closer to you once more, “It’s better you do this with me than some random guy who'll just use this against you. Think logically.”

You sighed and looked down at the blank space. Your name was to go there, but your hesitance was eating you alive. This didn't feel right. The idea, while a fun one in theory, was one that you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of easily.

Before you had the chance to think about it more, the page was picked up. Your eyes followed it as he held it in his hands and stood from the table. He didn't look at you once as he did this, the lack of acknowledgement making your heart drop to your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You questioned rather hurriedly, surprising even yourself.

“Destroying this,” was all he said, a hint of boredom in his voice again, “It's obvious that you want to go back home with your parents, so there's no reason to keep it around. I can't risk anyone taking it and having my signature.”

The speed at which everything was happening made your mind spiral out of control. All the emotions you were feeling swirled together, crashing inside your head until all that was left was fear. Fear of having to leave, fear of losing your freedom, the fear that your last chance was just going to walk away.

“No! Wait!” You shouted and Alhaitham stopped in his tracks, “I'll- I'll sign it.” The words felt like an anchor on your chest, but you knew they were what you had to do. He was right. You didn't want to go back to your parents.

He placed the page back in front of you, but instead of sitting back down, he stood beside you. His large body hovered over yours, casting a shadow that felt even more ominous. You could feel the heat coming off of him making your skin prickle up with goosebumps.

Alhaitham picked up the pen for you, his touch was gentle as he handed it to you. His finger tips brushed across yours, his touch lingering a bit longer than it should've.

Your hand shook the entire time you wrote. Your name was scribbled, but it was yours. You'd signed it. You thought you'd breathe a sigh of relief, of joy knowing that you'd done it, you'd secured your freedom, but instead you still felt that suffocating pressure.

He picked the paper up before you could change your mind, “I'll get this registered,”

“But we'll get it annulled after talking to my parents, right?” You asked a bit neverously, a feeling of dread sinking it.

“Sure,” he responded, it sounded like his usual monotone voice or at least he was trying to make it seem that way. He was still facing away from you, so you didn't know for sure, but a part of you could swear you were hearing a smirk in his voice.

Diluc for E, L, Q, R, S?

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Thank you for the request!! Writing for Diluc is always fun, cause out of all of the yanderes, he's actually one of the nicest!

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Diluc knows that you're not with him because you want to be, it was a tough pill to swallow at first, but he knows it's the truth. He takes this in stride and still respects your wishes, he won't make you get to know him.

For most, Diluc is a man of few words. He speaks when necessary and doesn't let the air be filled with forced idle chatter. But for you he is an open book. Everything about himself, he'd be willing to tell you, but only if you choose to know it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Truly a gentleman at heart and a man of honor as well, Diluc will actually court you. Flowers, chocolates, expensive jewelry, the whole nine yards. Money has value, but he has too much of it anyways. But time is what he lacks.

His business is his life, but he cares more for you. Work takes up most of his day and he's busy protecting Mondstadt at night. Any time he has, gets eaten away, meaning that you grow father and farther from him. That's why he needs you with him constantly.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Regret is a word that he knows all too well, but the feeling of regret he feels towards you is physically painful.

The first night he almost considered letting you go. The way you begged, cried, and pleaded. The way you told him that you wouldn't be angry at him, that you'd forgive him and you wouldn't tell a soul. These were all lies obviously, he knew that, but a part of wanted to believe it.

He doesn't let you go, even if it hurts him knowing that as the days go by, you hate him more and more. At night, he begs you not to forgive him. He wants you to hate him for what he's done and he hopes that eventually, that hatred will give him the push to set you free.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Despite being born into affluence, Diluc's life wasn't one filled with ease. Everything he lived for, felt like a lie, especially after the death of his father and the loss of what he thought was his brother. He could play things up well and pretend that he wasn't affected by these things, but everything has a time limit.

You felt real. Honest. Like you wouldn't lie to him. And if you ever did, it wouldn't be out of malice. What started as a little crush quickly developed in an obsession, limerence with the idea of what you were.

Diluc knew that what he felt for you was love, when he realized that he was no longer protecting the city of Mondstadt. He was protecting you. The city could burn down to ashes for all he cared, as long as the flame didn't burn your skin.

I hear your pleas for ideas loud and clear so I raise you yandere Kaeya gaslighting tf out of you. So talented you are, but you always fumble when it comes to presenting your skills to the world. Oh so many wonderful ideas in that mind of yours - too bad they die on your lips.

And that's why you need him. To save you from embarrassing yourself as you clutch your latest creation that would undoubtedly revolutionize some industry against your chest as your eyes burn with unshed tears. It always baffled him that you thought that you were worthy of that honor. I mean, you can't even order a meal without shaking like a leaf.

You aren't built for this lifestyle, now are you? Geniuses could easily bounce back from failure, yet here you are, soaking his shirt with your never-ending tears. Were you ever a genius?

(basically Kaeya gaslight gatekeep girlbossing talented inventor darling into oblivion bc I just know this man would be jealous if you were famous. I'm so sorry for writing so much but this idea has been eating me up inside so now I send it to you. May I be 🐇 Anon?)

🐇 anon, first of all, it is a pleasure to meet you! Secondly, my dear bun, you've saved my ass!! This was such a good prompt and it felt incredible to write!

Maybe I'm just in the mood to write gaslighting bitches cause this felt natural!!

Voiceless

Yandere! Kaeya x reader

TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy

If people could see what was going on inside your head, they'd think you were a genius. And you are, or at least, you believe that you are. But all those faces, all those eyes on you, those people looking at you makes your body go stiff and your words lodge in your throat. And in the end, you look like a bumbling idiot.

But you were his bumbling idiot. That's what he'd tell you at least. Hurtful words yes, but he meant them in an endearing way. His phrases were sweet and loving, even if to the average person they sounded a bit harsh. You explained to people that he didn't truly mean it that way, he was just trying to make you feel better.

“And how was it today?” He’d asked you. He always looked like a work of art when he came home from his long shifts. Every strap and piece of clothing would be pulled from his body as he spoke, he was so careless about showing himself off in front of you, but you were still flustered and shy around him.

With a sheepish smile, you held up the mora that he'd given you to use for a drink, completely untouched. You couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house. A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, but he still kneeled on the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Oh, you sweet, poor thing,” he whispered in your ear. He took your cheeks into his hands and squeezed them lightly, like he was coddling a child, “Still so shy aren't you? It's okay, I speak for you.”

It's like you breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke. All the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder. You were a genius, yes, but you were a genius who could barely speak a full sentence to anyone. Except for Kaeya.

His charming smile and flashy personality made you weary at first. Why would someone like him be interested in something so quiet and timid? You felt like a coal in comparison to his flashy, diamond-like nature. Your mind was like a maze, endless corners and rooms filled with ideas, but you got lost in them as well, and just ended up choking on your own words.

Kaeya released you from his warm embrace and sat down next to you. He looked at the coffee table in front of you, covered in ideas and doodles that you'd have for your latest inventions. Your mouth never moved, but your brain was a constant machine, most days you couldn't get it to shut up. It all had to be let out, in notes or drawings.

He picked up one of the random pages, an idea for a water filter, and a chuckle fell from his lips, “And how would you pitch this one?” He asked. The way those words fell from his lips felt condescending, he already knew that you couldn't do it, but you knew better than to think that. It was just his love, it was how he showed it, he wanted you to succeed.

You felt yourself flush even thinking about it, but you still stood with the paper in your hands. Walking to the other side of the coffee table, you looked down at the notes you'd written. It was all there. Everything about your idea was right there, everything you needed to say was right in front of you. But when you looked up from the page, you felt dizzy, the letters on the paper began to merge and swirl together.

It was like your world had tilted on its axis and suddenly everything was lopsided. You felt yourself spinning, but you knew you were standing perfectly still. The only person looking at you was Kaeya. His beautiful self, like a statue crafted by the gods, was sitting there, focused on you.

An average person would love and adore the amount of attention someone like Kaeya gave. A smolder on his lips and all a sparkle in his eye. But you weren't the average person and you already felt as if you were sinking into yourself, like the world was about to swallow you whole, and before you knew it, tears had started to fall from your eyes.

“Can't even talk in front of me anymore, can you?” He asked and you gave him a slow, solemn nod. You tried to hold back sobs as you realized how truly useless you were. Unable to speak in front of even your own boyfriend, a true genius would never suffer from this.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you'd somehow managed to stutter through your apology, but that much was to be expected of you. Tears fell onto the page and smeared the ink of your notes, but it didn't matter, it's not like you were going to read it anyways.

“That's the problem, my love,” he cooed to you in his usual tone, he stood from the couch and began scooping up all the pages that lay on the coffee table. All your ideas, all your work was crumbled up into a ball. It stung a bit, seeing everything you had worked so hard to make be treated like trash and thrown away, but nothing hurt more than your failures, “You're not built for this kind of thing. You know that, right?” He spoke close to your face, your lips brushing against your, soft like flower petals on your skin.

“I know,”

“But that's okay. Do you know why?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your face and squeezing the fat of your cheeks.

“Because I'm yours. And I don't need to be smart to be yours,”

He held you close to his chest, peppering your forehead with kisses. All your work was thrown in the trash. “It's only making you unhappy,” he said. And he was right. You weren't ready for this. This type of thing wasn't for you. You only needed him.

So you lay in his arms and tried to stop the sniffling. He was the only person you'd need to talk to, he'd be your voice if needed be. You were only hurting yourself trying to do these things that you weren't made for.

I feel morally obligated to tell you that fic knocked my socks off with how wonderful it was. I am happy to report that I am free from Girlboss Kaeya brainrot. Thank you for freeing me from my suffering and serving me a wonderful meal that I'll be savoring for years to come 🙏 I can now return to thinking about simp scaramouche in peace

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Ahhh thank you bun!! As much as I love my usual Childe/ Scara combo, it does feel good to write for someone else. And Kaeya was my first love before either of them came out!

Thank you so much for liking the fic! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

GENSHIN

Scaramouche:

Sweetheart

Prying Eyes

Dandelion Wine

Parasite

Head cannons+ Drabbles

"She'd like you more if you were nicer to her,"

Scaramouche with Sensitive Nipples

Mommy Kink

More Mommy Kink

"Please Don't Leave Me"

Sharing a Jacket

Yandere! Reader

"Why do you hate thunder?

How He Makes You Follow Rules

Scaramouche and His Child

Bathing Together

Yandere alphabet:

B, E, G, H, Q, T, V

Wanderer:

Headcanons + Drabbles

Shy Wanderer

On a Date With Shy Wanderer

Virgin Wanderer

Childe:

Nice

A Once a Week Arrangement

Dandelion Wine

Blessings Be to the Hero of the Nation

Devout

Head cannons+ Drabbles

Quality Time

Childe Announcing that He's Married

Voice of an Angel

Childe <3

Masochist Childe

Yandere Childe's Family

Yandere Childe Trying to Get Closer to His Son

Yandere alphabet:

A, C, D, H, N, O, W, Z

NSFW alphabet

C, H, I, L, D, E

F, J, U

Alhaitham:

Head cannons+ Drabbles

It's What you Wanted

Diluc:

Sleeping Like the Dead

Head cannons+ Drabbles:

Asking Him for "Help"

Diluc Loving Chubby Reader

Begging Him for Something

Hair Pulling Subby Diluc

"The lady is so mean to Master Diluc,"

Facesitting Diluc

Diluc and His Child

Your Plan To Escape Diluc

"You Look Very Nice Today,"

Yandere alphabet:

A, C, D, N, P, V, X

E, L, Q, R, S

NSFW Alphabet:

A, D, K, L, N, T, U

Kaeya:

Head cannons+ Drabbles:

Voiceless

Lyney:

Headcanons + Drabbles

NSFW Alphabet

B, F, K, O

N, C, I, U, W

Arlecchino:

Headcanons + Drabbles

Willing and Eager Darling

Being Her Pet

Multi:

Quality Time Scaramouche and Childe

Where the Met Their Darling Scaramouche, Diluc, and Ayato

You are Made to Greet Him When He Returns Home Childe and Scaramouche

Scaramouche Meeting Childe's Wife

Childe Meeting Scaramouche's Wife

Historical AU Headcanons Scaramouche, Childe, and Diluc

Historical AU Headcanons Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, and Kamisato Ayato

Historical AU Headcanons Xiao, Thoma, Zhongli

Sharing a Darling Diluc and Kaeya

The Wedding Day Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche

How Easy it is to Escape Them Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche

Manipulative Reader Diluc, Childe and Scaramouche's

Maids, Maids...and Even More Maids Kamisato Ayato, Diluc, Childe, and Scaramouche