Thank You, Darling

STRANGERS FROM HELL (2019) dir. Lee Chang Hee — episode titles

I’ll die alone. Don’t say that. We should all live. Yoon Chan Young & Park Solomon as Lee Cheong San & Lee Soo Hyeok All of Us Are Dead (2022) dir. Lee Jae Gyoo

hi ate congrats! pa-request ng 003 with taehyung? tapos phantom of the opera au kung kaya. thanks! <33

003. "Love me. I'm cold." + kim taehyung

— Kim Taeyung always hated the cold.

word count: 830 contents: ANGST, loosely based on Phantom of the Opera (both movie and novel), childhood friend!Jeon Jungkook to the rescue, (Y/N) developed a bit of a Stockholm Syndrome for a moment yikes, YOU ARE OF AGE (unlike Christine 😭) toxic, possessive behavior, major character death, Yandere AU  pairing: kim taehyung x reader

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A/N: Thank you so much!~ ✋😭💖💓💕 I’m so glad you joined! 🥳 I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think of making “Love me. I’m cold.” into an ANGSTY yandere abomination and I also never fully watched Phantom of the Opera until this, but I gOTTA DELIVER!! Sana nagustuhan mo AAAAAAA

P.S. Repeat after me, lovelies. NO YANDERES IRL. THIS IS FICTION.

Time and fate are an unfathomable pair in how much they've changed life for you in the past months.

How, in spite of having gone your separate ways, you're once again entangled with a familiar face from your childhood. 

How, in spite of having been nothing but a background piece to the magnificent opera house for years, you're suddenly thrust into the limelight.  

How, in spite of having fallen for the angel of music, you're now faced with the fact that he had been a demon all along. 

"Taehyung, please!"

Catacombs ran deep beneath the city, labyrinthine halls that drove you mad as you ran through them in a desperate search for familiar faces. The white gown you had worn for the play was now tattered, sodden with the cistern's murky waters and smudged with dirt, and grime—and yet, that doesn't stop you from running towards the phantom and the vicomte as soon as you saw them. 

After having enough of the people that got in his way, Taehyung hunted the derelict halls beneath the opera house for Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and now here they were. The two of them were locked in a battle, and though Jungkook was of a larger build than him, Taehyung seemed to have exhausted him enough for him to be winning over the young vicomte.  

"Taehyung!" your voice shakes as you call out his name immediately. 

Through the mask that covers his face, there's an immediate shift in his eyes, stone cold, murderous gaze becoming soft at the sight of you. "Enough of this. I beg of you," you beseech him, such words instantly taking away the fondness and revealing a look of betrayal and rage. 

"You're mine!" he childishly bellowed, shaking just as much as he pressed down on Jungkook yet again. "Haven't I made that clear enough?!"

The pain in his voice twists your heart, just as much as his heinous deeds twist your stomach. Murder, sabotage, manipulation—he had done all of it for your sake, he told you. If so, then perhaps you can coax him out of this. "Let go of him and I'll go with you," you strike a deal with the devil, effectively tempting him into loosening his grip on the vicomte. 

"(Y/N), n—"

Jungkook's protest is cut off by a groan of pain as Taehyung's fist meets with his jaw, the clatter of swords falling along with him. In an instant, the masked phantom seizes your face, his hold firm yet gentle. "You will marry me," Taehyung decidedly declares, "and you'll never b—"

A horrified gasp leaves you as you catch sight of a glinting steel poke through Taehyung's abdomen. He, too, reels with the pain coursing through his very being.  

Blood—blood is coming out of him fast.

Behind the phantom, Jungkook shakes as he withdraws the blade. He's never killed anyone before. "She's not yours or mine," the young vicomte gritted through his teeth, "but I'll never let her be damned to the likes of you."

The rage that roars through the phantom is immediate. So close, yet he had been foolish. He should've ended the basta—

A gentle hand squeezing his is the water that douses the fire burning within him. Your eyes meet and he sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the sparkle he had fallen for no longer there. There's a resounding defeat that flashes in Taehyung's eyes as he staggers forth and surrenders himself into your arms, his body falling from your weak hold and onto the floor.  

You and Jungkook share a glance, both unsure of what to do. Had Taehyung finally realized his faults and regrets so close to death's door?

Desperate for the last of your affection, Taehyung's hand clutches your gown. "Love me," his words were a benediction to you, his muse and goddess, as they always were. "I'm cold."

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold, but the darkness of the crypts were all he had, and he could never bring himself to the warmth of fire—the very thing that left half of his face and body scarred after an unfortunate incident years ago. 

You oblige, for the sake of what good he had done in your life, for the sake of that poor, unfortunate soul who craved for love he went mad. Fingers trembling from the cold and from the rush of it all, you unmask Taehyung for the last time, in spite of the weak protest he tries to stop you with. 

You gently caress his cheek, the one of marred flesh as you let him settle on your lap. A tear falls from your cheek, though you're not really sure why—you don't love him, not after what he's done. It's pity, perhaps.

And so, it is with pity you press a soft, parting kiss onto his forehead, one the dying man relishes. "Tell the world I've died of love," he whispers to you as you pull away, his dying breath only ever taken for his beloved songbird. 

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold. 

Still, he blissfully closed his eyes. At the very least, in the cold of the night, in the darkness beneath the city, your warmth surrounds him before death's embrace ever could.

❝ PINK. PINK. PINK. ❞

⌗ Hate is a powerful emotion. But not by itself.

ㅤYou don’t remember anything. Nothing except you were fighting against them. But ... What happened next?

ㅤYou don’t know. All you remember is white filled your vision and then everything went black. And then ... You woke up in another world with Akumu.

ㅤA new world to destroy.

ㅤYou were ecstatic at the thought of stealing even more souls in this new dimension. So much so – that you completely forgot about the battle with the skeletons.

ㅤThough it took you a few minutes to render what was going on and getting used to being in this world, you were still as excited as ever – a beaming smile plastered on your face as if you did nothing wrong.

ㅤAkumu seemed to react alongside you, bouncing around with a grin. You two were quite literally jumping around at the thought of stealing even more souls!

ㅤAfter all, this is a new world, right? Then that means that there’s so much more monsters and humans here! Your eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy at the grassy landscape before you.

ㅤOh how you can’t wait to destroy everything!

ㅤThe pink gradient in your hair glowed and the statues of you lit up as a sign of your happiness, but neither you or Akumu notice because of joy.

ㅤAs you calm down and think about what you’re about to do, you look around your surroundings and skip towards some sort of nation built with stone walls around.

ㅤAs you arrive, your eyes glitter when you see so many people. ‘This is going to be so fun!’ you though to yourself before you get interrupted by a shout. A shout directed at you.

ㅤYour eyes widen when you hear the people scream profanities at you, rotten fruits being thrown in your direction. You don’t get it, isn’t this a new world? They shouldn’t know you or your past crimes, so why are they insulting you?

ㅤYour hate grows stronger. ‘They all deserve what they’re about to get anyway.’ you growled under your breath, Akumu seeming to be reacting with you as it dodges the moldy apples.

ㅤYou, once again, get interrupted by multiple people – in knight armor – running towards you. Your eyes widen in shock, but Akumu summons a shield for you to protect yourself from their blows just in time.

ㅤThe citizens step back in surprise, how did you do that? That’s not possible! You’re an impostor, you should have no such power!

ㅤBut that doesn’t give them the assumption that you are the Creator. Why? Because the ancient scrolls never mentioned anything about your power or how it works. Nobody has ever seen it.

ㅤAfter all, they were already blinded by their devotion to not recognize you as their one and only Creator, let alone notice that your abilities are far too powerful to be an impostor’s doing.

ㅤYou dodge their weak attacks before they use their vision. ‘What the?! They’re humans, how is that even possible-?!’ you think to yourself as you attack back.

ㅤYou don’t think anymore as you use Akumu as a weapon, your signature scythe. You land a hit on most of them as Jean tries to come up from behind before you knock her back, hitting against a hard wall with a fatal injury on her stomach.

ㅤThey only try harder, you almost killing them with a life threatening injury if they don’t get treated right away. Speaking of, healers surround the injured and unconscious people while you fight those who are still battling.

ㅤ‘This is tedious.’ you thought as you slash the rest of the knights in various areas. Stomach, arm, face, you name it.

ㅤAs you glare at them, they are left terrified and confused when you leave Mondstadt’s gates to head to another nation to give them your best impression of your abilities.

ㅤAfter all, you didn’t want to just steal their souls now. Not yet, as it is too early. Sure, you may or may not have given them hallucinations (that you control), but they should be grateful they even have a soul for now.

ㅤPerhaps another time.

━━  ⌗ NOTES ⵓ @byulla-ponk, @gunterdon, I did it ... Betty! Reader is here now and I feel like I’ll make more parts of this in each nation and maybe more stuff.

To the people who have read this random fic I just made, if you don’t know what Undertale/Glitchtale is then sucks for you because you may or may not be left confused.

— title; all of you, all of me (intertwined)

— pairing; scaramouche x reader

— summary; in which you and scaramouche are childhood friends, and he returns to your side after a long absence

— notes; please donate to my kofi (https://ko-fi.com/thirdgymbros) if you like my content and wish to support me. reblogs are appreciated !!

Scaramouche used to hate having you trail after him everywhere when the two of you were young. He would run, he would hide, he would call you names, but still, you refused to leave him alone. You remember exploring Chinju forest with him when his patience finally ran out. He abandoned you in the forest, and you’d sobbed and wailed your heart out, calling out his name over and over. You’d only been lost for about ten minutes before Scaramouche stomped his way back to you, his heavy footsteps shocking amidst the heavy silence.

“Stop crying already.” He’d snapped, though his fingers had been exceedingly gentle as they’d wiped the tears seeping from your eyes. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

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all of us are dead — incorrect quotes (spoiler)

nam-ra after pushing gwi nam off the building : victory!

y/n : oh my, love is in the air

nam-ra : what?

y/n, pointing at gwi-nam : love is in the air

joon-yeong : yoU LIKE HIM?!

Hah. Barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead.

Two Puppets, Thrown Aside

A request for @that-one-lilith / @vilithshaven hehehe

Summary: Scaramouche finds himself another person much like himself. He takes you in and so, your future is shaped.

Warnings: animal dying, blood, torture, yandere themes. Reader is definitely not sane here but neither is scaramouche. Reader is referred to as "sister" once or twice but there is no other mention for reader's gender.

THIS IS NOT SAGAU.

You were his dirty little secret.

You were his greatest failure.

You were his mistake.

Albedo Kreideprinz created you from pure alchemy, from chalk much like himself. You were meant to be a sister, one that could relate to him and furthermore help him learn the secrets of the world. You were meant to be perfect, a true testament to the powers of alchemy, to his studies and efforts just as Albedo and Durin had been for Gold.

But you turned out wrong— there was a certain gleam in your eyes, burning bright and shiny when you looked at dissected specimen leftovers from Sucrose's experiments. Cold curiosity shone through the way you let your finger drag along his sword, eyed Klee's unfinished bombs, and giggled when you stomped over slimes and hilichurl remains.

You were cruel, too cruel for him to keep around and too cruel for him to let you leave for Mondstadt. And Albedo knew what he had to do to fix this mistake, to make sure it— you did not cause trouble for Mondstadt or worse, Klee.

"Leave," he tells you, shoving a satchel of what little belongings you have. There is a pity in his eyes but it doesn't matter, does it? He's leaving you alone, on a cold, lonely mountain and under the starry sky of Teyvat with no one to turn to because nobody in Teyvat would accept you, not when Albedo himself is against you. "Leave, and never return."

You do leave. Even if it hurts, even if you're scared because despite it all Albedo is the only one you knew and found comfort it. You leave even if you're so angry no hilichurls or monsters are spared alive by your weapon— because you don't have a vision, not like how perfect Albedo or his little sister Klee do.

But Dragonspine is a mountain never alone despite its sheer cold or violent weather; Fatui agents litter around every corner, ever-searching for secrets yet to be known and always keeping an eye on the strange alchemist and his unsual experiments.

They know of you, are privy to the knowledge thst you are not quite human nor quite a deity, and if they know about you then their asdigned superior most certainly does as well.

You meet Scaramouche on the coldest night Dragonspine has yet seen, and he is looking at you with an empty smile much like a doll. Lightning and Electro falls from his fingertips and in the shaded contours of his face, monsters bleeding and dying before him, his smile stretches to something more genuine, blood-thirsty and bright.

Is this the same expression I had when Albedo got rid of me? You ask yourself, eyes aglow with greed. He doesn't have a vision and yet— you want to learn, to reach out and pluck that power like a feather from him to see how strong you'd be.

He turns to you then and offers you his hand. "Come with me," he says, and he looks at you not with the painful reluctance and disappointment Albedo used to, but with the excitement of a promised good time, with the same greed as you. "You and I are alike in more ways than you think. I can help you reach your true potential, dear humunculus. Come with me."

Who are you to refuse him, when he stares at you like that? When your blood thrums at the mere thought of more power, of more fight, of more? Of someone that accepts you?

Your hands meet and above the snow and dense clouds of Dragonspine, thunder lights up the sky in shades of violent purple in one of the worst storms the mountain has ever seen. It is the only witness to an agreement between two discarded puppets.

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

Scaramouche pushes you past your limits; his training, if it can be called that, is brutal. Day after day you end up more often than not bruised and battered from the vigorous activities he puts you through. And yet— you bear it all with a vicious grin, painted a picture of elegant savagery with the way monsters and even agents lie at your feet.

Scaramouche, however, is your favorite opponent. You have to actively think of your next move, of how to avoid and attack him but that's exactly how you like it. The cryo delusion he gives you reacts wonderfully with his electro, and the training grounds resemble a ruination more than a stable building by the time you two are done.

You don't spend every second with him training, of course; despite how he keeps you a secret from the Tsaritsa and the rest of the Harbingers ("for your safety," he says but you aren't stupid, you are not blind, yet you don't bother arguing with him; you doubt any of them would be as fun as he is, anyways) he does not keep you locked out of sight, out of mind like Albedo did.

He takes you to the islands of Inazuma, sakura blossoms tangling in the strands of your hair as you so excitedly take in all the colors and sights, with him as your constant, watching shadow. You get to explore Liyue's mountains that you'd only seen the peaks and distant shadows of from Dragonspine, and your trips there are made all the better by the Treasure Hoarder camps you and him get to play with.

But, much to your annoyance, these trips are becoming rarer and rarer because a certain cicin mage thought she could talk about you in her little report for Signora.

Her pleas and begs, gurgled through a mouthful of blood, mean nothing to you— enraged as you are because Scaramouche is unrelenting on your new restrictions— or the Harbinger who only keeps on electrocuting her to the very edge of her life before bringing her back.

When she's well and truly dead, you ignore the blood seeping into the ground to latch on to Scaramouche, pouting at him. "Can't I just hide better?" You ask him, kicking away the mage's limp head away from your boots. "Maybe change my appearance? We could get some new, better agents—"

"No," Scaramouche scowls yet he doesn't remove your arms from around his person. Rather, his own grip around your waist is tight, unwilling to let you go especially after this mess. "You will stay here and I will ensure none of the other agents will dare run their mouth about you to the other Harbingers."

No matter how much you plead, Scaramouche remains steady in his resolve. He's remind you of Albedo's insistence at keeping you hidden, but unlike your no-longer brother Scaramouche promises that soon, you can go out on those trips again. He runs his hand through your hair and stares deep into your eyes, and then cups your face to kiss your forehead, soothing the wrinkles there from annoyance in the same breath.

You do end up staying, but the agents that now keep guard over you in his stead shake and shiver whenever you pass by, the cryo delusion reacting to you emotions and making the place frigid cold.

Scaramouche only laughs at their predicament and praises you for keeping them on their toes, afraid and wary.

"You'd make a wonderful Harbinger, (Name)," he laughs, a cruel smirk on his face after he noticed one agent practically run out of the room when you entered. You and him share a grin, equally bloodthirsty yet fond.

"No, thank you, I've seen the paperwork you have to do," you make a face, plopping down on a chair. "Scara. . . can we please go out today? I've been stuck here now for weeks!"

You are expecting him to refuse, have prepared yourself to try your best to persuade him— you aren't expecting him to nod.

"We are going to Dragonspine."

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

Dragonspine is exactly as you remember it, cold winds howling and snow never ending. Nevertheless— and totally ignoring any and all memories of your time with Albedo— the mountain still does make you happy. Well, happier than you'd been locked up even if it was for your own safety.

You two are in one of the Fatui camps where Scaramouche does whatever it is that a Harbinger does— you don't really cade or pay attention much to that— but you're instead more focused on that one agent that keep on gazing at you.

What are you planning? You think, not letting him know that you are aware of him. That you are aware of the way he slips behind and hides.

You ignore Scaramouche and the others— watching you as you follow the agent and find him working on a report with your name in it.

When you turn to Scaramouche, he is grinning, arms spread open in invitation. His pose and being in Dragonspine reminds you of the day you two first met, you no more than a useless, discarded puppet— but that is in the past. You are now with Scaramouche and Albedo is but a forgotten project to you.

Scaramouche's wants and opinions matter way, way more than your dear brother ever did.

That is why you so happily tear apart the agent and spill his blood upon the snowy grounds; I will not disappoint him, you think to yourself, giddy at the thought of making him proud instead. I will not fail him. I will be better.

But Scaramouche is not staring at you, despite how the empty space of his heart bursts with joy at seeing you in your element. His eyes are up, staring straight ahead at a certain alchemist.

Look at your failed project, Scaramouche's mind crows in delight. Look at your failed project and see what has become of them. See their magnificence and strength, and know that it is my doing. How does it feel, alchemist, to know that your puppet is mine now?

Possessive as he is over you and because he wants to drive the point home, Scaramouche wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close to his side. He cares not for the blood soaking the both of you as you cling to him, laughing and joyful.

"Having fun, darling (Name)?"

You beam at him and nod, eyes bright. You are still laughing when he takes your chin and kisses you, hard and possessive and so, so wonderful.

For all that you remain unaware, the same cannot be applied to Scaramouche; he stares straight at Albedo and smirks, pulling you even closer as he raises his voice just enough.

"You're mine, (Name)."

If Sucrose returns to Albedo's lab and sees it in a total disarray and the man himself muttering strange things about a sister that is not Klee, then it remains a secret between her, Albedo, and (unknown to her) Scaramouche.

Ya'll remember that casita domain for SAGAU i had in mind??

here you guys go lol

sorry it took a while but here it is skdhsj it's kinda short tbh...

oh and ah impostor au

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

Your feet finally gave in, falling face first onto a soft patch of grass that wasn't there before. It's strange; there should be nothing but dirt and debris below you, yet there was grass to cushion your fall somewhat instead.

You look back, the Archons seemed so much farther away now, but you still wanted to run despite your body begging for rest. You manage to sit up, looking down at the grass as a flower had bloomed from where your head landed.

'Was the flower always there?' You wondered, to which Teyvat answered your question by blooming yet another flower next to it, and another one, and another, and another. The flowers kept going in a line; all of the blooms in your favourite colors and comforting scents.

Nowhere else to go, you follow the flower trail. The closer you got to where they were leading you, the more flowers sprouted from the ground; each one seemingly trying to best the one before it, until a garden itself formed as you crossed a river.

Deciding to take a short break to rinse off, Teyvat hurriedly redecorates your old domain; a domain you were most familiar with and missed the most, your home.

Teyvat listens to the wishes of its creator; replacing all the luxurious architecture to the simple establishment you once sought comfort in. Sculptures of your divine being replaced by old trinkets you once bought when out with friends– or anything similar Teyvat had to offer.

Any trace of your divinity was gone, all that was left was the place you longed to return to the most.

You were home.

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

It took a while, getting used to your somewhat new surroundings. Everything was familiar yet off; such as Teyvat substituting the electronics of your old house back in your world with electro slimes that wanted to be pet and played with; airconditioning replaced by mist flowers that were placed strategically by the windows to circulate the cool air.

(Alternatively, flaming flowers for heaters lmao)

Trying to sleep at night was terrible, though. You would wake up in tears, shaking and sweating all over as you recall the abuse you had endured. Teyvat had to remind you you were safe, the bed shaking ever so slightly to try and get the blanket on you again, or a basket of sunsettias and apples being brought to your desk by a small anemo slime.

You refused to step outside your new domain, and Teyvat knew this. After one particularly terrible nightmare, Teyvat had one more gift for you.

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

"I'm going, I'm going!" You chuckle as the floor below you urged you to the front door. You shake slightly as the door opened to reveal the outside. It was so deceptively beautiful, it scared you.

"Teyvat..."

The ground shakes, mountains forming to seal off any entry to get to you. You were safe now.

"Thank you."

“Divine Prayers”

(Yandere??? IDK about this really) Scaramouche x reader

A/N: Finally, I’m having Scaramouche brainrots after giving other anime men the majority of my attention. This one is a concept post, formatted similar to this Albedo one. I added a vocabulary section at the end as well!

SORRY FOR NOT DOING MY EVENT REQS I WILL EVENTUALLY

Content warning: Stalking, light religious themes(?), general yandere content(just to be safe, it's pretty mild)

This is not healthy love and is meant to make you uncomfortable.

Scaramouche can never fathom liking, much less loving, anything/anyone related to that woman. Even his delicate, deceitful appearance that granted the little man many advantages is no exception.

Until one seemingly ordinary sunny day, he laid eyes on you by accident, when you were waiting outside a shop in Narukami city. Naturally, it happened when he had to watch over some incompetent subordinates and show them the way of this land.

A shrine maiden. Or, if one wishes to use Inazuma’s local terms, a miko. No other group in Inazuma would wear that distinctive combination of red hakama and white kosode(1) .

You are everything that he is not.

Sheltered and naive, that much the Harbinger can tell from how you carry yourself. Always studying your surroundings with curiosity while keeping a light smile upon those lips, typical behaviour of people who were raised within the confine of four safe walls.

Pitiful thing, he bet you never know how to haggle(2),nor do you have the need to. People like you are often born with silver spoons and grew up thinking there is nothing wrong with worshipping the ground your archon walks on.

You have no idea what despicable, malicious deeds your beloved Electro Archon has done behind her believer’s back.

People like you disgust him, as the way things should be. Yet, somehow that hatred has been blended by some other strange feeling.

It manifests in many forms, unfortunately.

Such as the frustration of not seeing you picking up the blooms from the best florist of Inazuma every week.

Or that urge to unleash his powers upon that mortal that has been taking up a little bit too much of your time and attention in the name of the business.

This feels...off, and out of his control. The balladeer is not a fan of uncertainty.

Had it been anyone else, Scaramouche would not have hesitated to steal you away for himself, at most the second time he felt the strange stir in his supposedly empty chest.

But not you. The “boy” might not fear the archon much, but he owes the pink kitsune lady a great deal. To many’s surprises, the cunning Harbinger is not someone who disregards favours. If you were to go missing, Yae would for sure notice and trace back to him.

So he is left with the only viable option: watching you from afar.

Scaramouche’s sentiments regarding your knowledge of his existence is...conflicted, to put it in simple terms. Obviously, you are none the wiser to his and his trusted underlings’ watchful gazes.

On one hand, as a morally good citizen, you naturally would not want to be associated with the Fatui bad guys. However, you got this enchanting power to make the Fatui Harbinger wonder: What would you think of him, if he were to present himself to you?

There you are again, feeding the foxes near the stairs of the grand shrine. You seem to be able to gain happiness from the smallest things, for example, a colourful bird or a believer thanking you for their good fortunes.

Leisure reading had let him know those mortal women would seek the approval of their mothers-in-law to make sure their marriages are successful.

If...things are different, she would have liked you enough to-

No, since when did these ridiculous concepts appeal to him? It is not like he ever cares for his "mother dearest"'s opinion on anything.

Looks like a negotiation meeting with Yae Miko is in order. Maybe he would get that item for her so he can finally have you without worries.

(1)

red hakama(noun): long trouser-like skirt tied with a bow

white kosode(noun): kimono robe

(2)

Haggle(verb):dispute or bargain persistently, especially over the cost of something.