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serendipity.

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serendipity

noun; the occurrence & development of events by chance in a happy way

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you're pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he's just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he's ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can't shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn't that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

pairing; scaramouche x fem!reader

genre; modern au, coffee shop au, smau, fluff, crack, angst, coworkers to lovers, ___ to lovers, mutual pining

status; coming soon!

warnings; all characters are over the age of 21, swearing, spoilers for scaramouche's canon backstory, detailed warnings will be specified each chapter, does not include anything that may happen from 3.1 update onwards

updates; erratic, hopefully at least once a week

taglist (open); send an ask to be added !

additional info; serendipity is a spinoff of my streamer!xiao series cynosure, and it contains heavy cynosure spoilers but can be read as a stand-alone. all parts & any asks relating to serendipity will be tagged under [☕] ━━━ serendipity ! . chapter titles are subject to change.

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... TO BE ANNOUNCED ...

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DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND

tags: post timeskip!megumi, best friends to lovers, fake dating, wedding AU, drinking & mentions of alcohol, lots of pining and yearning, me writing this and including a lot of megumi dialogue bc writers on here love to make him mute and indifferent >:( he is very passionate to me >:( | wc: 5.4k+

He’s made a mistake.

Oh, Megumi has made a huge mistake. 

He knew he should’ve listened to that tiny, pessimistic voice in the back of his mind when you’d asked him to attend a wedding with you.

Granted, it’s not a terribly strange ask of you—you are best friends, after all. But Megumi should’ve denied your advance the second he discovered the twist to it.

He wasn’t there to be just any old regular wedding plus one. He was there to be your date, your faux boyfriend for the night. To put on a show so your relatives could get off your case for being single. 

With hesitance, he agrees. He can’t not agree to helping you out. Not when you’re his best friend, not when he feels his heart skip a beat every time you so much as sigh in mild disappointment or irritation. 

But, god, was he wrong when he thought he could handle this.

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softest love prompts:

(feel free to use<3 i literally cried through these, but 6th, 7th, 8th prompt just--made me bawl.) (tag me when yall writeee)

"you look like a flower, the prettiest one."

touching foreheads in a hug :(

not being able to contain a smile around them

searching for them in the crowd, and they're looking right at you with the fondest of smiles

"when you are tired, love, lean on me." "and when you are?" "I'll find comfort in your arms :)"

the hands that tug a little bit closer in a hug, a little bit of both hearts spilling into the same sink, a love that spills

that gaze--tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you"

feeling so much yet having no words to describe all of it :/ (at times like these, actions speaks so much!!)

when they're tired and they bury their face deeper into your crook in a hug :(((

braiding their hair. making them wear cute clips >\\<

gives you random small but thoughtful gifts

noticing your lover's small habits (like how they smirk when they're proud, how they tilt their head in confusion, how they smile when they're shy)

they tickle you and you fall on your bed, laughing. they stop midway, grinning, "your laugh. oh my god!!" followed by more tickle attacks<3333

head pats !

they get shy when you compliment them in public!

If Scaramouche ever got a S/O, I feel as though he would be ten times scarier..

Not because love makes him a bad person, or that you bring out the worst in him, but rather its the simple fact that love is terrifying.

Suddenly, he has something to lose.

Before, he had nothing.

They say there’s nothing scarier than a man with nothing left to lose,

but truly there’s nothing more terrifying than a man with only one thing left to lose — he would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Love makes someone vulnerable, your heart manifesting right before your eyes, but that’s not to say it makes someone weak.. no, it makes them stronger.

Scaramouche can’t lose you too.

It was strange, how something so beautiful and fun could be so deadly. Laying there on your back, you watched in silent wonder as the beautiful little white flakes fell from the sky, continuing to refresh the stunning white coat that blanketed the world around you. 

The flakes had long since stopped melting the second they touched your skin, and no longer did your body ache painfully from the cold. Instead you were filled with a strange numbness that was slowly creeping up into your mind as well as your body. 

You knew it was a bad thing, you knew what it meant. But still, you couldn’t help but hope that you would pass peacefully… that the pain was finally over.

You couldn’t quite remember what had brought you out here anymore, your brain too fogged to remember anything other than the sting of betrayal and the hollow aching loneliness that had followed. You had searched for hours, trying to find a way back, but that had turned into nothing but a blur of pain and confusion too. 

You didn’t even remember laying down…. or perhaps you had fallen.

The faint crunching of snow made you force your eyes back open weakly, your mind sluggishly trying to remember when it was that you had closed them in the first place. Much to your surprise, someone was kneeling beside you, their voice sounding muffled and distorted in your mind, as they tried to speak to you.

You tried to respond to them, you really did, but your mouth had long since grown numb too, only your eyes capable of sluggishly blinking up at the stranger, trying to get their features to come into focus properly.

You had the strangest feeling that they weren’t human.