Of All People... - A Scaramouche X Fem!reader Smau

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Falling in love at the wrong time - gepard

Where the captain of the silvermane guards catches feelings for you, but unfortunately can't pursue that love in the end... ~1.2k words, mutual pining ! hurt/comfort-ish but more angst ? ! reader has siblings and low-ish self esteem (apologies for the plot holes and ooc! i couldnt really refer to a wiki)

They say a shield blocks all harm in sight.

But why did they hurt him? 

Why did you leave him? 

The newly-appointed captain stood in the billowing winds, vision nearly blinded by the blizzard. Horns blared in victory, yet, it felt ironic. It felt like a total loss to him, his comrades laid dead on the snowy grounds, ruby blood staining the chastity of the pure, white snow. He felt disappointed in himself for not preventing the inevitable deaths from happening. Gepard’s chest was still heaving from the intense fight. He paced around the battlefield, checking the premises for any surviving Silvermane Guards. He’d only find a few, who stood against the harsh winds of Jarilo VI.

Once Gepard returned to the city of Belobog, the first person that he sought for wasn’t Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian (at that time, at least). Instead, the one that he yearned to see was you. You were the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, handling and distributing supplies for wars, planning out war tactics with your team. He had admired you when he was but a humble soldier.

Of course, Gepard had to finish his duties first, so he headed to Qlipoth Fort to drop off some reports on the number of fatalities and such. Once he entered, he was greeted by the warmth of the heater and the serious atmosphere of the office. 

“Sit, Landau,” Cocolia commanded. 

Gathered at the Supreme Guardian’s desk were a quartet: Gepard, Cocolia, her daughter Bronya, and you. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You look more tired than ever, dark circles lining the underside of your eyes, your eyes were near bloodshot, veins popping out of your forehead, hair more tousled than he’s ever seen it. 

“...?” 

“I have decided to resign as the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, respected individuals of Belobog. I apologise for any troubles I have brought to you all by making this decision, and I’m especially sorry to you, Gepard.” 

You turned to him, tears brimming your eyes, as you subtly lifted your head up and blinked, trying to hide your emotions behind the stone cold walls of the Fort. 

“I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to work alone for now. I’m sure I’ll be easy to replace,” you smiled, bitter from the depths of your heart from the thought that the one watching Gepard and the others fight on from the sidelines would no longer be you. 

“Your resignation will be processed by the end of the month, for the remaining of the time, please continue to serve Belobog to the best of your ability.”

“Dismissed.” 

The final words of Cocolia ricocheted off the walls. The two of you shuffled out the office and out to the city. The two of you didn’t speak a word to each other, you could only hear the clinking of Gepard’s armour, and the soft sniffles from you as you soon realised that tears were falling down onto the snow. 

“Look at me.” 

“I’m sorry, I was too-”

You sank to the ground in distress, Gepard following suit. He was so curious, curious about why you had to resign, curious about how your face would look when you were crying (though he’d die instead of admitting it). Seeing your weeping form only made him want to protect you more, to hold you in his muscular arms, and to stroke your hair to ease your sorrows. His heart sped up as he resisted the impulse to do just that. But alas, even the strongest soldier messes up sometimes. 

“Gepard?!”

“Let’s just…stay like this. I know both of us need it. And I know that I need you, no matter in war, or in life.”

You softly nodded. Being a strategist meant that you had to be proficient in thinking logically and emotionally to understand…well, war. And you were pretty sure that the feelings you had towards him were mutual. When Gepard pulled away, you couldn’t really understand what was going through his mind. Did he even realise that he subconsciously confessed to you? Was he regretting what he said? Was he still lost in his own thoughts?

You’d guess he soon realised what he said, because he shot up from the ground, and shook his head repeatedly like a Plains Bear Cub plopping out of the snow. 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He blurted. 

You clasped his gloved hand into yours, feeling Gepard's (significantly larger) hand encapsulate yours. You wanted to make it clear to him that being a strategist was too mentally taxing for you, and how you had planned to move back to the Underworld to support your siblings. But yet, no words dared to form at the tip of your tongue. Now that it was basically confirmed that Gepard has feelings for you, you didn’t want to break it to him. There was no way he would throw away his job just to accompany someone like you. You were sure that Cocolia could find a new strategist as fast as she could snap her fingers. 

“I…I’m moving, Gepard. I know that we both have feelings for each other, but I simply won’t let you leave so many opportunities behind just to join me in the Underworld. You have Serval and Lynx to take care of, and I have my own siblings too.” 

“I understand. But…” 

“There’s no excuse for you to come with me. There are so many people waiting to take my spot, and I’m sure that they’ll be ever more capable than I. So, my love, just wait. Maybe on another snowy day, we’ll meet on the battlefield, but perhaps in a war between the overworld and the underworld. You know how things are these days.” 

“I can’t possibly have your blood on my hands!” Gepard couldn’t believe it. Asides from the silly crushes from the military academies he’d attended, you were his first love. You were the one who agreed to plant flowers with him, or teach him how to sing without going off-key. But now? You’re leaving. And worse? You could be fighting against him one day. You were sure to be on the frontlines because of the lack of personnel in the underworld. With little to no actual fighting experience you had, you were basically dead before the battle even started. 

Perhaps you were right. On another day, where winds billowed the same way they did months ago, a discordance of gunshots and cannons played as gunpowder and snow blinded Gepard again. His eyes were locking on to every person from the underworld, but his main target was his lover. He couldn’t find you. You were gone, lost to the blizzard. 

Gepard’s ears drowned out the loud “boom”s and “bang”s of the battlefield, he was only focused on finding you. He needed to see you, he needed to see the hands that he once held, or the frame of yours that he once embraced. 

“Captain! Isn’t that…” One of the guards bellowed. 

Gepard knew you’d die at the hands of his own soldiers. 

He just didn’t expect you to have a small smile on your face as you laid, blood soaking the snow. 

Little did he know, your last thought as you laid dying was him. 

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 1 | All Must Begin and End

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, you own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

Warnings | age gap (y/n is around 20 - 22 yrs old), y/n stages an accident, y/n gets hurt, jing yuan is mean in the beginning, y/n is referred to as princess and with she/her pronouns, implied that jing yuan messes around with maids, grammatical errors, etc.

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“The only thing granted to all is an unfair reality, and I promise, by surrendering to me, you can guarantee a long prosperous life.”

The emperor held his weapon to your father’s throat with a steady hand. Your father, in his weakened state, could only kneel to the ground. All the while, you, dressed in your frilly dress, could only peek around the corner of the door and into the thrown room as the scene unfolded. You see, your kingdom was originally at war with the Emperor and his grand nation. However, five years later and your nation was nothing but dirt and corpses as the Emperor let lightning rain down and scorch the ground.

There was nothing your nation could do to annex yourselves out of the Emperor’s tyranny, and any little freedom you did have was now squashed underfoot.

“A long and prosperous life,” your father muttered out, “let’s face it dear Emperor, the only thing left for me and my people is death now that you have laid out your judgement.”

Jing Yuan let his blade fall from your father’s neck, “then how about we come to an agreement?”

Your father finally looked up and Jing Yuan continued, “your nation’s land, trade, commerce, and wealth all belong to the Xianzhou, and all you and your people have to do is live peacefully and quietly under my rule.”

Your father scoffed, “that is basically the same deal as before this war was started!”

Jing Yuan glanced over to where you were hiding behind the corner, the moment your eyes met, you made a small, surprised yelp before hiding fully behind the wall. Jing Yuan looked back down to your father, “then how about a marriage proposal. You have a daughter, don’t you? With a marriage between the Xianzhou and your nation, you can guarantee that you and your people won’t fall to despair and resort to another war. And I can promise you, if you decide to rise up and rally your forces against me again, then this nation truly will be no more.”

“You- you really expect me to give away my only daughter?”

“The choice is yours.”

Your father bowed his head, his lips quivering, “Alright, but what type of life will my daughter be living?”

“As of today, your land, your wealth, and even your daughter is no longer yours to concern yourself with. The moment you agreed was the moment you let everything go.”

Everything after that was a blur. A complete and utter haze that has left you wondering how it all came to be this way. When the war started five years ago you truly thought everything was going to work out as your father has promised, but now? Five months after the war and you find yourself preparing for a wedding with a man who doesn’t even want to speak to you or acknowledge your existence.

“Princess?”

You glanced away from your window, the room you were staying is was vast. Your bed was filled with fuzzy, warm blankets with pillows as fluffy as can be. The carpet was soft and expensive looking. The dresses in your closet smooth as silk and. Your dresser filled with various jewelry that you didn’t even know existed. It was a luxurious room.

“Yes?”

The one who had entered your room was your own personal guard. His “name” was Blade. You knew that that wasn’t his real name, and when you asked about it, well, he didn’t seem too keen on sharing anything with you. So, you were forced with calling him that tacky name.

“Do you plan on staying here all day again?”

“I do.”

“Fine, then I will be off training. If you want to go somewhere, call on me to escort you.”

“I will.”

He left without another word.

And you did feel a little sad when he left, but only because he was one of the few people in this country that ever talked to you. Everyone else always kept their lips shut anytime you would pass them by in the halls.

It was a luxurious life, but you couldn’t help but to miss everyone back home.

“Maybe it’s time I try to break out of this engagement…”

In the past five months, you learned that Jing Yuan was as cold, distant, and cruel as the rumors made him out to be. He didn’t care for you at all. Not to mention that anytime you did run into him or speak to him he always had a beautiful and busty maid by his side who was all handsy with him. Your mother, of course, warned you of this. She warned you how men would prefer the excitement of being with someone they couldn’t have. So, it was no surprise to you when you would catch a maid being too close and familiar with him.

Not that it mattered.

Because you had a plan.

It was dangerous, and it would hurt, but it would be worth it.

Calming your nerves, you stood up from your windowsill, the gardens below becoming too boring to look at any longer.

Your plan consisted of accidentally running into one of the maids and falling down the long flight of stairs and that led into the main hall. There was no doubt in your mind that you will get hurt. But you were counting on it. In fact, what you really wanted was to either get amnesia or fake getting amnesia. Which is exactly why you were thankful Blade was already gone. Because before, the silent man would always be by your side, if you so much as trip he would already have an arm around your waist in order to steady you. It was annoying. So when it became apparent that you would stay in your room all day for the past two months, Blade gradually started to leave you alone which was exactly what you had wanted.

“Now, if I remember correctly, today is laundry day and the maids will be rushing around with big baskets around this time. If I time it perfectly, then…”

You smiled, it took a lot of time to get the schedules down, but you were sure this was going to work. Getting injured, faking amnesia, it was the only way you could think of breaking the engagement off. Well, it was that or running away. However, Jing Yuan made it clear that you would be executed if you ran away…

Steadying your heart, you opened your door. Blade was nowhere in sight and the maids could be heard down the hall.

“Perfect!”

You put your plan into effect.

The moment you hiked up your dress and started running down the hall, you were glad to see the maids already rushing about. But you couldn’t run into one of them right now. No, your goal was the stairs. Running a bit further, you could already see the railing making you smile.

This is really going to hurt, but I would rather be hurt than being married to that man!

“Excuse me Princess!”

“Watch out!”

“Ahh! Princess!”

And soon everything went dark. Your vision, your mind, you could feel the first fall and the way your head slammed into the first set of stairs, but other than that – you were swiftly knocked out. Though, before you fully lost consciousness, you could only hope that you wouldn’t have to fake amnesia when you woke up. Because you knew Jing Yuan was sharp. And acting wasn't your specialty at all.

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LINAAAAA I have an idea again;3

So like we helped scara with his traumas or smth in the past and helped him many times that we started dating we showed alot of affection and love to him but suddenly he became so distant and always say he's busy until we heard to our friend that scara is dating someone for a few months without us knowing and after that day we confronted him and broke up with him but then he kicked us out and started saying "I don't even want you. I just used you and you're worthless anyway." Forgetting we helped him get better from his traumas

It sounds cringy and corny ik but this is based on a scara bot in c.ai btw but I added some extras;3

not a lot, just forever

a/n: thank you for the request! this is a really good one and i have a ton of ideas for it! i hope you enjoy <3 one of my og supporters!!

warnings: angst, no comfort, arguments, cheating

muffled cries behind scaramouche’s pale hands were all you could hear from just a room next door. the walls were thin in your shared dorm, but even you couldn’t ignore every sound that broke the silence. though you didn’t know much about this man, you knew you had to help him. in any way that you could. that’s what you would have wanted for yourself.

so you found yourself in front of his door, gently knocking on his door. “scaramouche? are you okay?”

“fuck off.” a weak voice spat out at the wood that separated you both. “can i come in?” you asked softly, forehead against the cool wood.

a sound wasn’t heard from the other side as you slowly opened the door. the old wood creaked with the movement of your hands pushing it in and out of place. huddled in a corner was the purple haired young man you had met five months prior. he was a student at the academia, and very important at that. nahida herself oversaw his progress and achievements with his studies. whenever she came for a visit you were sure to make yourself as scarce as possible, as you were too shy to interact with a being such as nahida herself.

but somehow that led you to see scaramouche in the same light. he had a mouth that he wasn’t afraid of showing, but bit his tongue when addressing nahida. you had noticed this after a few of her visits when he first arrived.

the man that once stood so confidently in front of a lesser god now looked so weak in comparison. hot tears streaked down his cheeks, eyes swollen from crying. the skin around his fingernails had been picked raw with his hair pulled in different directions. he was having a meltdown. the cause of it? you didn’t know.

you knelt down in front of his sobbing form, his hands shaking with every breath he seemed to take. “what happened?” you whispered, hesitantly reaching out to take his hand. he shook his head firmly, “the dreams are coming back.” he mumbled.

that’s right. he had some nightmares of his past with the fatui. you had overheard him mentioning this to nahida previously.

“it’s okay, scara. you’re safe now. you’re not with them, okay? you’re in your dorm room far away from them.” you told him reassuringly. you gently put your hand on his shoulder, which he didn’t shrug off.

after that night he seemed to grow comfortable in your presence. he wouldn’t shy away from you, hiding away in his room. but he’d linger close by whenever you were around. this closeness melted into adoration for one another. gentle touches here and there, promises being made on late night study sessions, until a shared kiss on new years and a new relationship to start the new year.

things were going well. you both now shared a single room in your dorm and turned the extra room into a hangout corner. desks pushed together in a corner and bean bag chairs occupied the space. it was a home created by the comfort and warmth of you and scaramouche.

that was until he started flinching from your touches, grimacing after every kiss you gave him. like it hurt him.

it was your last year at the university, but it almost seemed like it was your last year with him. the shared dorm was vacant of scaramouche most nights. he’d dismiss your plans for study sessions with friends or childe’s volleyball games. you’d smile and nod every time, ignoring the crushing pain in your heart every time he blew you off. you were happy for him, he found a place for himself. you only wished he could have included you in it.

it was a calm morning, but would soon become the worst day of the year. you woke up to cold sheets and no texts from scaramouche. this had gone on for months now and was no longer something out of the ordinary. your fourth anniversary was only a week away, and you were nothing but excited for the milestone coming up.

online shopping for scaramouche’s anniversary gift was easier said than done, but you had aquired a solid list of gift activities you were planning on looking forward to in the evening.

as you were walking to your third class for the day you spotted scaramouche. seeing scaramouche in the hallway was unusual, as his classes were in a different building, so you figured he had come to see you. a smile prickled your lips as you walked closer to him, “scara!”

“can you believe that girl? she’s calling scaramouche like he’s her boyfriend when he has a whole girlfriend. embarrassing!”

your head shot in the direction of the voice, confusion and annoyance pulsing through your mind. “i’m scaramouche’s girlfriend.”

the blonde haired girl scoffed in your face and pointed behind you, “no, SHE is.”

you turned to see scaramouche with a teal haired girl clinging to his arm. he didn’t shake her off or shoo her, he welcomed it.

your heart felt like it was being ripped in two. the scene of a happy couple unfolding in front of you as if it wasn’t your lover, as if you hadn’t held him every night for the past three years.

you didn’t utter a word. holding tightly onto the strap of your bag, you quietly got through the day and made your way back to your dorm.

you didn’t know what to do now. your dorm room didn’t feel like a safe space anymore. every corner of your room and living area was filled with mementos and memories of scaramouche, of your relationship.

the aching in your heart didn’t settle as you laid in bed, his scent on your pillows reminding you of the scene you had watched just hours before.

it felt like a cruel joke. like something you’d hope he would admit was a prank to get you riled up, though that was something he’d never do. you knew that. and you knew he lied.

as the sun went down and darkness enveloped your room, you eventually heard scaramouche arrive home to your shared dorm. you faced the wall as you heard the gentle click of your door being pushed open, only for it to close again as he had assumed you had gone to bed early. he hadn’t noticed you earlier, after all.

your eyes were swollen and puffy from the tears you had let escape, clutching onto a jellyfish stuffed animal that he had given you, you fell into a restless sleep.

as the night went on, scaramouche eventually found his way into your room once again. his cold hands wrapped around your waist, gentle breath against your ear as he fell asleep. you loathed the feeling of his hands on you after you had seen how he let her near him, when you knew you’d be in trouble if you were to do the same.

by the time you had woken up, scaramouche was long gone. it was your off day for classes, but scaramouche had his schedule filled for the day. you didn’t feel the need to leave the dorm, or do anything at all.

you spent the day anxiously waiting in the dorm, waiting for scaramouche to return. the hours slowly passed by, until the familiar sound of the lock turning in the door broke the silence you had been sitting in for hours.

“hey, (y/n). don’t tell me you were just sitting here all day.” he remarked half jokingly as he set his keys down on the coffee table in front of you.

your palms felt sweaty as you dug your nails into them, the burning question on the tip of your tongue. a question that would change your relationship with him forever.

“scara.. i saw you yesterday. with some.. girl, what is she to you?” you asked quietly without looking at him. you felt his eyes bore into your head as he stood still. you knew, you had finally caught him.

“what’re you talking about (y/n)? what bullshit are you trying to piss me off with now?”

you looked up at him now, the defensive anger in his words wouldn’t scare you. not this time.

“don’t bullshit me, scara. i saw you with that girl. she was so close to you and hugging your arm and you didn’t even mind it! what the fuck is going on?”

scaramouche sucked his teeth, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “fuck.” he muttered under his breath.

“fine, you wanna know the truth? here’s the truth, (y/n). i’ve been going out with her for the past few months now and honestly, she makes me happy. she satisfies me in ways you never could. there, happy? is that what you wanted to hear? you knew what i’d say, didn’t you? you just wanted to hear it. so there you go.”

months? he had been with her for months? your breath felt as if it was caught in your throat. the world seemed to stop in that moment. you didn’t register scaramouche walking around the dorm angrily throwing every framed photo, every single thing that had a connection to you. you sat silent on the couch as he went through the dorm, dumping your things onto the ground.

“i want you fucking out, seeing as you’re too nosy for your own good. request a change with the housing coordinator. we’re done. im not leaving, you are.”

you didn’t say a word to him as he left the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

it was really, truly over.

with a heavy heart, you packed your things in garbage bags and your backpack. you wouldn’t have wanted to stay in this dorm room even if you had the choice. you wouldn’t have been able to live with the ghosts of once cherished memories.

you carefully packed your items into your car, planning to sleep there until you were found a new dorm-mate.

there was no reason to respond or say anything to scaramouche. what’s done was done, nothing you could’ve said would’ve changed the outcome. and you knew he would only further your humiliation if you were to beg him to choose you.

blocking his accounts on all of your social media, you made a promise to yourself. a promise to never give more of yourself to anyone again.

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20. Guilty as sin!

Notes:

hardest chapter to make, i had so many ideas i wanted to add that it was overwhelming, so i procrastinated 👍

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Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

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? Invisible .✾. Kazuha

"You don't even know it, I can't ever win"

SYNOPSIS:

You are someone who loves art. You draw with emotion and freedom. But despite your artistic self, you are someone with no luck of gaining even a grain of attention or popularity. Most times people forget you exist, and the only people who know your existence are your friends and family.

While you were rushing through the hallways to get to your class, you bump into a popular boy named Kaedehara Kazuha. The most kindest, outgoing, and refreshing boy ever known in the school. And thats the first moment your heart beat fast for a boy.

Sadly for you, there was no way for Kazuha to notice you. And in the end, you might aswell live the remaining years of your highschool with a love thats one-sided.

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Painter!reader ↣ Fem!reader

Status? IDK IF ILL START TO DISCARD 💀

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SMAU ───── HIGHSCHOOL AU

SLOWBURN STORY.

HEADS UP! Angst, fluff, comdey and fill-in characters (OC's) included

For? @mokiverse

M A S T E R L I S T

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Introducing... Who? ↣ The art kids + Venti ↣Mr/Ms Popular's

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00. Prolouge

01. Even the teachers forgot me 💀

02. The feeling of being bullied

03. Venti pulling up

04. Late for art club?!

05. Oh shoot!

06. Kaedehara Kazuha

07. Nothing happend. Yeah.

08. Another meeting

09. Heart goes boom boom

10. Literally save me

11. Can't help it

12. Denial

13. Acceptance

14. Hitting reality check

ACT 2

15. When Scaramouche cleans (KAZUHA POV)

16. DID YOU STEP ON MY CANVAS?! (Filler)

17. That sweet smile

18. Wait, he remembers me?

19. Denial strucks again

20. Can't help falling inlove

21. Let's yoga our worries away - Venti

22. He won't notice you

23. Im trying, Im trying

24. Another girl

25. Let's just give up.

26. Xiao's genius plan

27. Venti pulls up again (with a rocket booster)

28. The exchange of numbers

29. HE WANTS TO HANGOUT?!

30. A date (clickbait)

31. When he walked you home

32. Don't get your hopes up

ACT 3

33. Actually lets get our hopes up

34. Wrong idea💀

35. Heart=broken

36. Xiaos genius plans strikes

37. The OG ways of cupid

38. When he wipes your tears away

39. Me, You, and painting

40. The other woman?

41. Bullied.

42. Nurse Kazuha

43. Tension (Scaramouche ruins it)

44. Another hangout

45. "I've always noticed you"

46. Wait. Are we gonna kiss?

47. Oh

48. Just friends

49. Venti rages

50. Should've stayed on the low.

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➫ Camera's off!

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A NEW ENDING ?

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