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Infinity miku that i draw last fall~<3
Love love love the desing so much!!! I want to cosplay her some day too! Also i did buy the nendroid of her😝 rip my money but she looks so pretty
was rewatching hxh for the 17th time and it never fails to make me laugh when I see just how fruity it can be sometimes I love this show so much
I love him
4EVER
i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k
raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.
there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment.
childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family.
what a corny nickname…
irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.”
scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?”
“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze.
“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.”
“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?”
the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.”
“sure thing.”
already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with.
it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him… with flash.
scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.
from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural.
arriving at the office, he met eyes with one of the office hags, xianyun, who greeted him with a thin lined smile. she didn’t even try to look at him in the eyes, just clacking away at his screen. this is why that old bitch has glasses. “hello, mr. scaramouche.”
he scrunched his nose, leaning back, her words were laced in saccharine, too sweet to be sincere. he left an earbud out, the string resting on his ear. scaramouche hates the fake pleasantries miss xianyun would exchange, especially when they’re both aware of how much they don’t like each other. small talk and being polite for the sake of being “nice” annoyed him, pretending to be nice isn’t as polite as people may think. there’s no point in dancing around the bush. cutting to the chase, he crossed his arms, “why was i called? i didn’t do shit this time.”
watching the fine lines wrinkles in her forehead creased, she looked away from her screen. scaramouche wiped off the smug smirk on his face when she made direct eye contact with him. now, he has gotten her attention. she sat up straighter, almost a perfect 90 degrees, pinching her nose bridge. the older woman pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, “mr. scaramouche, please do not curse in an educational setting. as it goes against the rules that you vow to behold and it may disturb others with sensitive ears. go to principle morax’s office, i’m sure that you’d be more comfortable there.”
translation: shut the hell up and leave already.
scaramouche smiled a little not because she was being passive aggressive but the room felt lighter. there was no longer an uncomfortable barrier between the two but instead something he was comfortable with… familiar with, straight forward filled with bitterness. he snickered, dishing back the same amount of attitude the office lady gave to him. “whatever.”
as he walked past her desk, she murmured, hushed, under her breath, “fucking brat.” he fought the smirk etching on his skin, pivoting on his heel. “oh, miss xiayun…”
the office lady turned her chair sharply towards his direction, adjusting her red framed glasses. despite dying her hair, he’s sure that she’d definitely grow more gray hairs after this. mimicking her scolding tone earlier, “please don’t curse in an educational setting since it may disturb peopl with sensitive ears.”
watching her woman’s face scrunched up, nearly turning bright red, was satisfying. serves her right!
arriving to mr. morax’s office looked the same as always. a big, stuffy room with no a/c but the only room ever without flickering lights, crowded with files archived away and pictures of his kids. scaramouche squinted at the framed– gold? is it real gold? probably not– well, there’s xiao and ganyu. wow! what a great parent… unlike some people. some people who favor one kid over the other.
shit. a wave of envy washed over scaramouche as a frown adorned his face. he reluctantly greeted the principal with a simple “hey”. slouching on the brown uncomfortable, stiff chairs, he threw his backpack on the corporate gray carpeted floors. mr. morax didn’t pay any mind to scaramouche’s attitude, which scaramouche wasn’t sure if he liked that behavior. more so comfortable with tense situations rather than relaxed.
the principle treated him like everyone else, but on the other hand, he wasn’t dismissive of the delinquent's distracting actions. scaramouche continued, trying to catch mr. morax’s attention. “what’s the issue now?” he didn’t mean to sound so… aggressive, it slipped out of his tongue without him knowing.
he winced. mr. morax clicked out of a tab, resting his gloved hands on the wooden desk, “your mother had called, informing me that you’d be pulled out of school early due to familial issues. it’s fine since you’ve exceeded all the credits needed for this year.” he nodded, checking off a box.
scaramouche’s face twitched, really? his mother? what the hell does she want? “excuse me?”
the brunet replied, “you’re not excused just yet. she said she’ll be here in twenty min…” mr. morax’s eyes glanced at the screen, peeling a sticky note. he corrected himself, “apologies, in ten minutes. your mother will pick you up. please take your needed belongings.”
scaramouche wanted to argue back, not wanting to face his mother and the hellish consequences that came with it. he rolled his tongue, feeling the weight settle in. but one glance in mr. morax’s gaze, he knew even if he did fight back, it would be tenfold worse. spending the day after school in a sticky, crowded detention period and two hags yelling in his face, yeah right he’d fight back. if he wants a punishment of despair and misery, then he’d do it. but he doesn’t.
he clicked his tongue, “fine.” the weight feels heavier now. he didn’t mean to say it so bitterly, but he did. real question is why did he react like that?
was it because he viewed that old man as his “father figure”? he wanted to laugh at himself. don’t be so idiotic, scaramouche. he slung his backpack over his shoulder, becoming even more bitter than before. out of the office, sitting on the yellow painted benches etched with random carvings. despite wearing sweats, the bench seared him as if he was a piece of meat.
he frowned. i should move.
he stayed in the same seat.
beep!
a cadillac honked at scaramouche, making him flinch. he had an itch to curse out the driver for even honking but it was just his mother and her hagfriend or for lack of better words, her girlfriend, sitting in the front seat. scaramouche never liked her or maybe it’s the deep seated grudge he held against her when he was eleven. yae miko taunted him that she would take his mother away from him forever if he was being bad. it was a joke, a funny one at that but he would never admit it. of course, there’s other reasons why that grudge had cemented fully into scaramouche’s morals, but he’d rather not get into that, otherwise, it would be a long day.
“scaramouche, get in the damn car, we don't have all day.” the pink one hollered, cupping her mouth. she might as well be a megaphone the way she was so loud. waking all the damn archons from their thousands years of rest.
he wanted to bark back with a “shut up, hag!” but instead, he grumbled, opening the door, “whatever.” when he saw his little sister, mikoto, the so-called prizeed daughter who’d get the throne of ceo in the company, his shoulders sagged getting heavier. if that shit wasn’t born, he’d be the one being praised and loved. the one above the rest instead of being among the others– so close yet so far.
buckled in his seatbelt, both ears muffled with music as he increased the volume. in his peripheral vision, he noticed mikoto whisper to him, “good afternoon, big brother.”
irked, he recoiled from the title. “big brother”? yeah, right. get real. he’d never accept her as his little sister. not when she stole that spot that he worked for all his life. why did she think she had the place to call him that? he boiled the idea down to being mother’s and yae’s fault, trying to force a bond between the pair. “don’t call me that.”
“i’m sorry, big– scaramouche. i didn’t mean it.” mikoto replied, forcing her voice to sound like their mother’s. but even with her putting up a brave face, a pang of guilt hits him. it’s not really her fault. he grunted out a quiet sorry but like a coward, he faced the window rather than the small smile etched on his sister’s face.
when they arrived at the house, mother took him into her office whilst yae took mikoto elsewhere. he was seated in the comfortable, velvet chairs in front of her desk. putting up a front, trying to pretend the scaramouche at school doesn’t exist. trying to pretend he isn’t hypocritical, acting in a role he hates. his etiquette is near to perfect, he wasn’t slouching nor manspreading, instead he sits normal, a perfect 90 degree angle. mother was writing something down on a yellow sticky note. with the way she spoke to him, stern but firm instead of the usual banshee screech. he thought, maybe i am getting that ceo position instead of mikoto.
“kunizukushi.”
oh. she’s using the family name, the government name, instead of “scaramouche”. maybe he is getting that position. “as your school year is coming to an end and summer is coming up, i believe…”
… you’d get an intern job to prepare you as ceo. maybe he shouldn’t get his hopes up but he couldn’t help it. he’s been waiting for this position since he was five and since his auntie makoto told him that he’d inherit the role. this time around he is willing to hear the words coming from his mom’s mouth, bouncing his foot out of habit.
“... that you aren’t ready for the ceo position.”
what the hell?
she continued, placing the sticky note in front of scaramouche. “instead, you will go to auntie kusanali, or nahida,’s summer home to rest.”
rest? rest?? scaramouche’s eyes bulged out of its sockets. he had to manually put it back in, his face fell, unable to stop his mouth in time, “what do you mean?”
“excuse me?”
whatever remaining pride he had crumbled, becoming one with the dust in this ugly office. he didn’t have a reason to keep up a facade, pretending to be the good son they both know he isn’t. not anymore he isn’t. “what do you mean i’m no longer fit for the role, mother?”
he was told that he would inherit this position because what he wanted didn’t matter. he had to carry the reputation, being the face of the raiden company because that was his sole purpose. like a puppeteer, mother and auntie makoto shaped him as someone who would take over the family’s business.
but when the raiden family fell apart at the seams, ei knew that scaramouche wasn’t fit being the overseer of the company. he crumbled at the slightest critique akin to her sister who was forced into the ceo. she didn’t want that responsibility on her son’s shoulders. ei lacked the words to tell him properly therefore she rather show with her actions. unfortunately, it wasn’t translated well to scaramouche himself.
he wasn’t able to control his voice, it thundered in her office whilst mother stayed calm. but scaramouche knew she wasn’t, the twitch between her eyebrows gave her away. “don’t you use that tone with me, kunizukushi. i say this with all the love in my heart that you’re empathetic to work as the sole owner.”
all the love in her heart? scaramouche snorted, she’s just throwing him a bone now. her heart is nothing but a husk that died with aunt makoto. the tension between the pair only grew worse when scaramouche stood up, his chair slammed to the floor. through gritted teeth, he spat, “i’ve been working for this my entire fucking–” he winced for a brief moment. her glare striked down lighting through his soul but he carried through, trying to free the weight on his shoulders. “– life and you’re throwing it all away because i’m too nice?”
she tried to get a word in, but he interrupted her, “you think i’m fucking nice? have you seen people percieve me in school? have you?” if she ehad seen him as the infamous member of the group he was a part of, she would drop dead. has anyone made eye contact with him? no, not a single one. in the halls, in class, in the locker rooms or even outside of school, people’s eyes were riddled in fear. in fear if scaramouche decided to reign havoc over them.
he was expecting her to understand but she pinched her nose bridge, slamming her fist on her desk. he flinched. “just because you’re “terrifying” to your peers doesn’t mean you’re not empathetic. you’re not fit for the role because you are prone to your emotions. you don’t control your feelings, they control you.”
his feet were cemented into the floor. “you will be sent to her summer house by tomorrow, pack up.”
his eyes twitched, in fear or in objection even he doesn’t know the answer to. he tried to seal his lips shut to stop it from quivering. “what?”
her voice thundered, holding her ground. he twisted his shirt, ruining the loose thread hanging on. scaramouche was nervous. he doesn’t like being nervous, unaware of what’s coming next. “don’t talk back to me. return to your room and pack up. you’re leaving tomorrow morning.”
scaramouche forced his legs to move, scoffing at his mother.
a hushed “whatever.”
when he left the office, closing the door behind him, almost slamming it. although, his room wasn’t far, it felt like the hallway was dragging on forever. the walls were decorated with family achievements and portraits of previous heirs. it felt like the hallway of fame was taunting him, what he can’t achieve as his ancestors’ gaze burned holes into his back. the moment hee walked into his room, the unbearable weight finally lifted from his shoulders. he slumped into his bed followed by a sigh of relief.
what a day. a total waste.
he burrowed himself into his comforters, ignoring his own rules because who even cares anymore? years and years of being the heir for the company just gone because of some stupid unreasonable reason. even if his sister wasn’t the ceo who would fit the slot? someone who’s not even in the family? that would be stupid considering that it’s a family business. in that case, stupid mikoto can take the place.
i need to pack my suitcase.
but it has been his dream since he was a kid to take over. over and over as bedtime stories he was told that he has to strive for the position. but after all this?
forget it. i’ll do it tomorrow.
he doesn’t really know if it was actually his dream or not. he doesn’t even know what his dream job would be if it’s not the ceo role.
yae knocked on the door, “scaramouche, get out now.”
he grumbled back, “piss off.” he squinted his eyes when yae pulled back the dark curtains, tying them away. he groaned as he fought the struggle to slip back into the bed sheets. he could just feel the headache come in, then it was followed by a pang of realization. holy shit.
he forgot to pack.
“scaramouche, i’ve already packed for you.” yae said, sandwiching a neck pillow on the luggage’s handle. “your aunt should have clothes for you at her villa. if not, buy new clothes. don’t be an asshole to her and you’re lucky that ei played nice with you.”
played nice? yeah right.
she continued, pulling the blankets off his body. shivering, he instinctively yanked it back and pulled it over his head. “come on, dumbass. the jet’s ready for you.” scaramouche still refused to get up as if he was five.
“if you get up right now, i’ll put a good word for you to ei.” yae said, throwing bait at him. his head perked up, reluctantly going to his bathroom. but she stopped him, “woof! your roots look rough.”
he threw her a look, grumbling, “are you leaving?” one foot into his bathroom and the other stayed in his bedroom, waiting for the hag to leave. he stared at himself in the mirror. god, he looked like a wreck. eyes sunken in and– he tilted his head, shit, yae was right. he has to redo his roots. his natural hair peeking out of the indigo dyed hair. but he doesn’t have any time to retouch it… later. it’s a later problem.
his grip tightened on the handle of his luggage, unable to step onto the jet. mentally not ready to go off on some getaway trip mother organized. maybe, it’s a clever, sneaky way to get rid of him. he laughed at himself bittersweetly, pulling his luggage into the jet. any other kid would be happy that their family is willingly sending them off to a vacation. but he isn’t like any normal kid. he just wants to ensure his spot that he was born into is his and no one else’s.
or that’s what he’s telling himself. the jet looked comfortable for his long flight. fluffy, white with the family’s insignia printed blankets draped on the seats. pillows was placed on each chair but his eyes were set on the purple basket filled with parent guilt snacks.
there it is. parental guilt always gets to them somehow. he pulled the bow apart, reading the notecard while he picked out a matcha pocky stick.
kunizukushi, you will understand why i sent you to fontaine when you’re older or when you are more mature. be good. - mom
“‘when you’re more mature’?” he scoffed, crumpling the card away as he threw it somewhere. he sat down, chomping away at the snack. he glanced outside to the window, seeing mikoto leaning on yae’s arm, his sister waved goodbye to him.
he shook his head, watching her deflate. he sighed, waving goodbye back to her. he guessed that older sibling guilt is similar to parental ones. picking up the neck pillow from his bag, he fell back to much needed sleep.
there’s a chance that mother was unfortunately right. that he might need this “break”.
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i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k
raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.
there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment.
childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family.
what a corny nickname…
irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.”
scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?”
“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze.
“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.”
“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?”
the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.”
“sure thing.”
already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with.
it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him… with flash.
scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.
from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural.
arriving at the office, he met eyes with one of the office hags, xianyun, who greeted him with a thin lined smile. she didn’t even try to look at him in the eyes, just clacking away at his screen. this is why that old bitch has glasses. “hello, mr. scaramouche.”
he scrunched his nose, leaning back, her words were laced in saccharine, too sweet to be sincere. he left an earbud out, the string resting on his ear. scaramouche hates the fake pleasantries miss xianyun would exchange, especially when they’re both aware of how much they don’t like each other. small talk and being polite for the sake of being “nice” annoyed him, pretending to be nice isn’t as polite as people may think. there’s no point in dancing around the bush. cutting to the chase, he crossed his arms, “why was i called? i didn’t do shit this time.”
watching the fine lines wrinkles in her forehead creased, she looked away from her screen. scaramouche wiped off the smug smirk on his face when she made direct eye contact with him. now, he has gotten her attention. she sat up straighter, almost a perfect 90 degrees, pinching her nose bridge. the older woman pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, “mr. scaramouche, please do not curse in an educational setting. as it goes against the rules that you vow to behold and it may disturb others with sensitive ears. go to principle morax’s office, i’m sure that you’d be more comfortable there.”
translation: shut the hell up and leave already.
scaramouche smiled a little not because she was being passive aggressive but the room felt lighter. there was no longer an uncomfortable barrier between the two but instead something he was comfortable with… familiar with, straight forward filled with bitterness. he snickered, dishing back the same amount of attitude the office lady gave to him. “whatever.”
as he walked past her desk, she murmured, hushed, under her breath, “fucking brat.” he fought the smirk etching on his skin, pivoting on his heel. “oh, miss xiayun…”
the office lady turned her chair sharply towards his direction, adjusting her red framed glasses. despite dying her hair, he’s sure that she’d definitely grow more gray hairs after this. mimicking her scolding tone earlier, “please don’t curse in an educational setting since it may disturb peopl with sensitive ears.”
watching her woman’s face scrunched up, nearly turning bright red, was satisfying. serves her right!
arriving to mr. morax’s office looked the same as always. a big, stuffy room with no a/c but the only room ever without flickering lights, crowded with files archived away and pictures of his kids. scaramouche squinted at the framed– gold? is it real gold? probably not– well, there’s xiao and ganyu. wow! what a great parent… unlike some people. some people who favor one kid over the other.
shit. a wave of envy washed over scaramouche as a frown adorned his face. he reluctantly greeted the principal with a simple “hey”. slouching on the brown uncomfortable, stiff chairs, he threw his backpack on the corporate gray carpeted floors. mr. morax didn’t pay any mind to scaramouche’s attitude, which scaramouche wasn’t sure if he liked that behavior. more so comfortable with tense situations rather than relaxed.
the principle treated him like everyone else, but on the other hand, he wasn’t dismissive of the delinquent's distracting actions. scaramouche continued, trying to catch mr. morax’s attention. “what’s the issue now?” he didn’t mean to sound so… aggressive, it slipped out of his tongue without him knowing.
he winced. mr. morax clicked out of a tab, resting his gloved hands on the wooden desk, “your mother had called, informing me that you’d be pulled out of school early due to familial issues. it’s fine since you’ve exceeded all the credits needed for this year.” he nodded, checking off a box.
scaramouche’s face twitched, really? his mother? what the hell does she want? “excuse me?”
the brunet replied, “you’re not excused just yet. she said she’ll be here in twenty min…” mr. morax’s eyes glanced at the screen, peeling a sticky note. he corrected himself, “apologies, in ten minutes. your mother will pick you up. please take your needed belongings.”
scaramouche wanted to argue back, not wanting to face his mother and the hellish consequences that came with it. he rolled his tongue, feeling the weight settle in. but one glance in mr. morax’s gaze, he knew even if he did fight back, it would be tenfold worse. spending the day after school in a sticky, crowded detention period and two hags yelling in his face, yeah right he’d fight back. if he wants a punishment of despair and misery, then he’d do it. but he doesn’t.
he clicked his tongue, “fine.” the weight feels heavier now. he didn’t mean to say it so bitterly, but he did. real question is why did he react like that?
was it because he viewed that old man as his “father figure”? he wanted to laugh at himself. don’t be so idiotic, scaramouche. he slung his backpack over his shoulder, becoming even more bitter than before. out of the office, sitting on the yellow painted benches etched with random carvings. despite wearing sweats, the bench seared him as if he was a piece of meat.
he frowned. i should move.
he stayed in the same seat.
beep!
a cadillac honked at scaramouche, making him flinch. he had an itch to curse out the driver for even honking but it was just his mother and her hagfriend or for lack of better words, her girlfriend, sitting in the front seat. scaramouche never liked her or maybe it’s the deep seated grudge he held against her when he was eleven. yae miko taunted him that she would take his mother away from him forever if he was being bad. it was a joke, a funny one at that but he would never admit it. of course, there’s other reasons why that grudge had cemented fully into scaramouche’s morals, but he’d rather not get into that, otherwise, it would be a long day.
“scaramouche, get in the damn car, we don't have all day.” the pink one hollered, cupping her mouth. she might as well be a megaphone the way she was so loud. waking all the damn archons from their thousands years of rest.
he wanted to bark back with a “shut up, hag!” but instead, he grumbled, opening the door, “whatever.” when he saw his little sister, mikoto, the so-called prizeed daughter who’d get the throne of ceo in the company, his shoulders sagged getting heavier. if that shit wasn’t born, he’d be the one being praised and loved. the one above the rest instead of being among the others– so close yet so far.
buckled in his seatbelt, both ears muffled with music as he increased the volume. in his peripheral vision, he noticed mikoto whisper to him, “good afternoon, big brother.”
irked, he recoiled from the title. “big brother”? yeah, right. get real. he’d never accept her as his little sister. not when she stole that spot that he worked for all his life. why did she think she had the place to call him that? he boiled the idea down to being mother’s and yae’s fault, trying to force a bond between the pair. “don’t call me that.”
“i’m sorry, big– scaramouche. i didn’t mean it.” mikoto replied, forcing her voice to sound like their mother’s. but even with her putting up a brave face, a pang of guilt hits him. it’s not really her fault. he grunted out a quiet sorry but like a coward, he faced the window rather than the small smile etched on his sister’s face.
when they arrived at the house, mother took him into her office whilst yae took mikoto elsewhere. he was seated in the comfortable, velvet chairs in front of her desk. putting up a front, trying to pretend the scaramouche at school doesn’t exist. trying to pretend he isn’t hypocritical, acting in a role he hates. his etiquette is near to perfect, he wasn’t slouching nor manspreading, instead he sits normal, a perfect 90 degree angle. mother was writing something down on a yellow sticky note. with the way she spoke to him, stern but firm instead of the usual banshee screech. he thought, maybe i am getting that ceo position instead of mikoto.
“kunizukushi.”
oh. she’s using the family name, the government name, instead of “scaramouche”. maybe he is getting that position. “as your school year is coming to an end and summer is coming up, i believe…”
… you’d get an intern job to prepare you as ceo. maybe he shouldn’t get his hopes up but he couldn’t help it. he’s been waiting for this position since he was five and since his auntie makoto told him that he’d inherit the role. this time around he is willing to hear the words coming from his mom’s mouth, bouncing his foot out of habit.
“... that you aren’t ready for the ceo position.”
what the hell?
she continued, placing the sticky note in front of scaramouche. “instead, you will go to auntie kusanali, or nahida,’s summer home to rest.”
rest? rest?? scaramouche’s eyes bulged out of its sockets. he had to manually put it back in, his face fell, unable to stop his mouth in time, “what do you mean?”
“excuse me?”
whatever remaining pride he had crumbled, becoming one with the dust in this ugly office. he didn’t have a reason to keep up a facade, pretending to be the good son they both know he isn’t. not anymore he isn’t. “what do you mean i’m no longer fit for the role, mother?”
he was told that he would inherit this position because what he wanted didn’t matter. he had to carry the reputation, being the face of the raiden company because that was his sole purpose. like a puppeteer, mother and auntie makoto shaped him as someone who would take over the family’s business.
but when the raiden family fell apart at the seams, ei knew that scaramouche wasn’t fit being the overseer of the company. he crumbled at the slightest critique akin to her sister who was forced into the ceo. she didn’t want that responsibility on her son’s shoulders. ei lacked the words to tell him properly therefore she rather show with her actions. unfortunately, it wasn’t translated well to scaramouche himself.
he wasn’t able to control his voice, it thundered in her office whilst mother stayed calm. but scaramouche knew she wasn’t, the twitch between her eyebrows gave her away. “don’t you use that tone with me, kunizukushi. i say this with all the love in my heart that you’re empathetic to work as the sole owner.”
all the love in her heart? scaramouche snorted, she’s just throwing him a bone now. her heart is nothing but a husk that died with aunt makoto. the tension between the pair only grew worse when scaramouche stood up, his chair slammed to the floor. through gritted teeth, he spat, “i’ve been working for this my entire fucking–” he winced for a brief moment. her glare striked down lighting through his soul but he carried through, trying to free the weight on his shoulders. “– life and you’re throwing it all away because i’m too nice?”
she tried to get a word in, but he interrupted her, “you think i’m fucking nice? have you seen people percieve me in school? have you?” if she ehad seen him as the infamous member of the group he was a part of, she would drop dead. has anyone made eye contact with him? no, not a single one. in the halls, in class, in the locker rooms or even outside of school, people’s eyes were riddled in fear. in fear if scaramouche decided to reign havoc over them.
he was expecting her to understand but she pinched her nose bridge, slamming her fist on her desk. he flinched. “just because you’re “terrifying” to your peers doesn’t mean you’re not empathetic. you’re not fit for the role because you are prone to your emotions. you don’t control your feelings, they control you.”
his feet were cemented into the floor. “you will be sent to her summer house by tomorrow, pack up.”
his eyes twitched, in fear or in objection even he doesn’t know the answer to. he tried to seal his lips shut to stop it from quivering. “what?”
her voice thundered, holding her ground. he twisted his shirt, ruining the loose thread hanging on. scaramouche was nervous. he doesn’t like being nervous, unaware of what’s coming next. “don’t talk back to me. return to your room and pack up. you’re leaving tomorrow morning.”
scaramouche forced his legs to move, scoffing at his mother.
a hushed “whatever.”
when he left the office, closing the door behind him, almost slamming it. although, his room wasn’t far, it felt like the hallway was dragging on forever. the walls were decorated with family achievements and portraits of previous heirs. it felt like the hallway of fame was taunting him, what he can’t achieve as his ancestors’ gaze burned holes into his back. the moment hee walked into his room, the unbearable weight finally lifted from his shoulders. he slumped into his bed followed by a sigh of relief.
what a day. a total waste.
he burrowed himself into his comforters, ignoring his own rules because who even cares anymore? years and years of being the heir for the company just gone because of some stupid unreasonable reason. even if his sister wasn’t the ceo who would fit the slot? someone who’s not even in the family? that would be stupid considering that it’s a family business. in that case, stupid mikoto can take the place.
i need to pack my suitcase.
but it has been his dream since he was a kid to take over. over and over as bedtime stories he was told that he has to strive for the position. but after all this?
forget it. i’ll do it tomorrow.
he doesn’t really know if it was actually his dream or not. he doesn’t even know what his dream job would be if it’s not the ceo role.
yae knocked on the door, “scaramouche, get out now.”
he grumbled back, “piss off.” he squinted his eyes when yae pulled back the dark curtains, tying them away. he groaned as he fought the struggle to slip back into the bed sheets. he could just feel the headache come in, then it was followed by a pang of realization. holy shit.
he forgot to pack.
“scaramouche, i’ve already packed for you.” yae said, sandwiching a neck pillow on the luggage’s handle. “your aunt should have clothes for you at her villa. if not, buy new clothes. don’t be an asshole to her and you’re lucky that ei played nice with you.”
played nice? yeah right.
she continued, pulling the blankets off his body. shivering, he instinctively yanked it back and pulled it over his head. “come on, dumbass. the jet’s ready for you.” scaramouche still refused to get up as if he was five.
“if you get up right now, i’ll put a good word for you to ei.” yae said, throwing bait at him. his head perked up, reluctantly going to his bathroom. but she stopped him, “woof! your roots look rough.”
he threw her a look, grumbling, “are you leaving?” one foot into his bathroom and the other stayed in his bedroom, waiting for the hag to leave. he stared at himself in the mirror. god, he looked like a wreck. eyes sunken in and– he tilted his head, shit, yae was right. he has to redo his roots. his natural hair peeking out of the indigo dyed hair. but he doesn’t have any time to retouch it… later. it’s a later problem.
his grip tightened on the handle of his luggage, unable to step onto the jet. mentally not ready to go off on some getaway trip mother organized. maybe, it’s a clever, sneaky way to get rid of him. he laughed at himself bittersweetly, pulling his luggage into the jet. any other kid would be happy that their family is willingly sending them off to a vacation. but he isn’t like any normal kid. he just wants to ensure his spot that he was born into is his and no one else’s.
or that’s what he’s telling himself. the jet looked comfortable for his long flight. fluffy, white with the family’s insignia printed blankets draped on the seats. pillows was placed on each chair but his eyes were set on the purple basket filled with parent guilt snacks.
there it is. parental guilt always gets to them somehow. he pulled the bow apart, reading the notecard while he picked out a matcha pocky stick.
kunizukushi, you will understand why i sent you to fontaine when you’re older or when you are more mature. be good. - mom
“‘when you’re more mature’?” he scoffed, crumpling the card away as he threw it somewhere. he sat down, chomping away at the snack. he glanced outside to the window, seeing mikoto leaning on yae’s arm, his sister waved goodbye to him.
he shook his head, watching her deflate. he sighed, waving goodbye back to her. he guessed that older sibling guilt is similar to parental ones. picking up the neck pillow from his bag, he fell back to much needed sleep.
there’s a chance that mother was unfortunately right. that he might need this “break”.
at the shore [open: 11/20]: @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay
now playing. . . tip toe by hybs
when scaramouche arrived at your house for a quick date, he didn't expect you to be in a frilly prom dress with bows and all. the way you turned over made him feel like he was intruding into your home abode. but he did tell you that he was on the way so maybe it is really your fault? he retorted, "i thought you said you didn't want to go to prom."
you quickly grabbed a big, tan trench coat draped over yourself. nervously laughing, "yeaaah... but i just wanted to look cool to you."
scaramouche just looks like a guy who wouldn't want to go to prom. but the way he was looking at you made you flustered. the guy you like is at your house. maybe, call yourself delusional but was his eyes were enchanted by you?
if he was though... you folded like a chair. he just threw you out of orbit and now, you're gone.
however, you didn't expect the next words out of his mouth. scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows, like he didn't believe what you just said, "you're my girlfriend? of course, i'd think you're cool."
"i am?" you reiterated, "i am your girlfriend?"
he scrunched up his face. it's kind of silly to see a guy like him scrunch up his face. even though the two of you have been friends for a good year, some expressions of his is a treat to see. "are you not?"
is it weird to ask him what are we? "i would like to be." fiddling with the ends of your frills, he sat down on the couch, dumbfounded. "but you are."
at the same time the both of you replied,
"you never asked?"
"i thought you knew?" he's kidding right? there's a small, frankly, big, part of you that wants it not to be a joke. but the teensy tiny voice in your brain refuses to believe it. you looked at his face, looking for any trace of jokes but you found none.
"anyway, did you want to go to prom? i could sneak you in, my mom funds like school anyway." he pulled you on his lap, careful of placing your frills down neatly. shifting out, you turned to him, "scaramouche, i thought we were-"
"yeah? but now we are dating?"
you sighed and gave up. once he put his mind to something, he doesn't stop. "okay, to answer your other question, yeah, i do want to go."
"good because i already got you tickets."
Imagine you get kidnapped and your kidnapper keeps going "wow you're so pretty, you and my nephew would make a great match ;)" and his nephew, who helped with the kidnapping, is blushing saying "stoppp you're embarrassing meeee" anyway that's a real thing that happened in scum villain
You think you're protected by a screen.
I'll find you, motherfucker
lowkey turned me on. go ahead and fulfill my fantasies
Who the hell do you think you are?
Fucking bastard ass cunt biscuit
WHAT THE FUCK IM PISSING MYSELDPLEASE AT LEAST DONT SAY IT ANONYMOUSLY
I'd call you a pussy but you lack both the warmth and depth
was writing a cute scene for the next chapter then all of a sudden scara on his knees for yn idk how i got there
🌈
Au where killua gets fired from his high fashion boutique job because he keeps making horrendous outfits for his clients and as he’s packing up, he gets a job offer from Kite to work at Ugly Clothes Inc. Killua is like my clothes are not ugly but goes with and meets Gon, who can’t keep giving clients green monstrosities and sport styled clothing, Kurapika who constantly trying to burn the place down and giving traditional clothing advice to clients, and Leorio who does nothing but suits.
bromine miku
hypersexuality decided i won't sleep tonight
WHAT IS THIS APRIL FOOLS POST BRO IM DEAD WHAG THE FUCK
22 stuck with you — you're a symphony, i'm just a sour note !
scaramouche x gender neutral reader
The sun streams through the hotel room’s sheer curtains, casting soft golden light over the tangled sheets and discarded clothes. You stir first, stretching with a content sigh, only to realize the space beside you is empty. Where the hell was your man?
You sit up quickly, slipping the sheets off and peering your head into the bathroom. No sign of Scaramouche. Just a blue bottle of water and a banana peel. That’s when you notice something on your pillow.
A note, written on the hotel’s branded stationery, sits neatly atop the pillow. In a neat scrawl, it reads.
It’s not you. It’s Bowser. — Scara
You blink. Once. Twice. What?
A loud, guttural laugh echoes from outside. You rush to the balcony just in time to witness Scaramouche boarding a giant, spike covered airship, Bowser at the helm. The Koopa King wraps a possessive arm around your former (???) lover, who looks entirely unbothered as he rubs a banana peel on his face.
"Scara, what the hell?!" you shout.
He finally looks at you, sighing dramatically. "I told you, it's Bowser now."
Bowser smirks, flexing. "He deserves better. A real enemy."
You gape at them, absolutely dumbfounded. "He's a TURTLE!"
"A king," Scaramouche corrects, rolling his eyes. "And unlike some people, he actually appreciates my talent and my hobby of stomping on the hopes of other trainees. Something you couldn’t do when we were so called rivals. And, he lets me bottom.”
"Plus," Bowser adds, "I have a cool castle."
The airship’s propellers whir to life, sending Scaramouche’s scarf (when did he get a scarf?) flowing behind him. "Goodbye, YN. Your head game was so bad I’d rather be with a turtle."
And with that, they ascend into the sky, leaving you stunned, heartbroken, and weirdly turned on.
[00:00:00] THE TURTLE AFFAIR: EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW
YAE: So, Bowser. You stole Scaramouche. Bold move.
BOWSER: What can I say? I see what I want, and I take it.
YAE: And what exactly do you see in him?
BOWSER: The way he stomps around? The tantrums? It was like looking in a mirror.
YAE: You…bonded over villain behavior?
BOWSER: Obviously. We have standards. Unlike SOME people.
YAE: And by “some people,” you mean…
BOWSER: [GRINS] Oh, you know. A certain someone who couldn't even suck dick properly.
YAE: [GASPS] The SHADE.
BOWSER: I mean, really. If you can’t even give head properly, what are you even doing?
YAE: [NODDING] I’ve been saying this! This is why I fuck with you, you keep it real.
YAE: Anyway, how’s the…romance?
BOWSER: [LAUGHS] Oh, it’s great
YAE: Any pet names?
BOWSER: He calls me King Koopa Kisses.
YAE: [SCREAMS INTO MIC]
[00:12:56] SCARAMOUCHE FAREWELL INTERVIEW
YAE: So, you just left with Bowser? You just…went with him?
SCARAMOUCHE: I was promised a castle.
YAE: …So if someone had kidnapped you first and promised you a better castle…
SCARAMOUCHE: Listen, it’s a very nice castle. He has a lava moat.
BOWSER: [OFF CAMERA] And twelve dungeons.
YAE: Hot.
JEAN: CUT! CUT!
Happy Aprils Fools.
stuck with you!
masterlist
omg guys what will yn do!!
april fools 😍
synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!
notes — yabadabadoop
taglist — im not tagging all 300 people in this r u crazy.
(closed) @na1lea @cindywasneverhere @lunavixia @aestherin @mlaakai @camvrin @retiredmommylover @iheartpieck @cartierfiles @loveariel @silly-ez @mochipls @pomeiu @flowerypesky @creammpuff @boxdisappeared @webbywill @s3xpistolss @bunns-wonderland @lordbugs @localgirlywithnolife @danfelions @featuredtofu @pinxeajin @haeunoo @scaradooche @pglt19 @chemiru @childesbabygirl @simonisferal @shutingstar @esuz @tokkishouse @kitsuvil @scarasmood @ihearttori @nomurahayami @androxphobic @reivelmin @animeobsessed56 @femaholicc @vi0let-writes @izayumi-chan @aloflapse @starringkoi
22 stuck with you — you're a symphony, i'm just a sour note !
scaramouche x gender neutral reader
The sun streams through the hotel room’s sheer curtains, casting soft golden light over the tangled sheets and discarded clothes. You stir first, stretching with a content sigh, only to realize the space beside you is empty. Where the hell was your man?
You sit up quickly, slipping the sheets off and peering your head into the bathroom. No sign of Scaramouche. Just a blue bottle of water and a banana peel. That’s when you notice something on your pillow.
A note, written on the hotel’s branded stationery, sits neatly atop the pillow. In a neat scrawl, it reads.
It’s not you. It’s Bowser. — Scara
You blink. Once. Twice. What?
A loud, guttural laugh echoes from outside. You rush to the balcony just in time to witness Scaramouche boarding a giant, spike covered airship, Bowser at the helm. The Koopa King wraps a possessive arm around your former (???) lover, who looks entirely unbothered as he rubs a banana peel on his face.
"Scara, what the hell?!" you shout.
He finally looks at you, sighing dramatically. "I told you, it's Bowser now."
Bowser smirks, flexing. "He deserves better. A real enemy."
You gape at them, absolutely dumbfounded. "He's a TURTLE!"
"A king," Scaramouche corrects, rolling his eyes. "And unlike some people, he actually appreciates my talent and my hobby of stomping on the hopes of other trainees. Something you couldn’t do when we were so called rivals. And, he lets me bottom.”
"Plus," Bowser adds, "I have a cool castle."
The airship’s propellers whir to life, sending Scaramouche’s scarf (when did he get a scarf?) flowing behind him. "Goodbye, YN. Your head game was so bad I’d rather be with a turtle."
And with that, they ascend into the sky, leaving you stunned, heartbroken, and weirdly turned on.
[00:00:00] THE TURTLE AFFAIR: EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW
YAE: So, Bowser. You stole Scaramouche. Bold move.
BOWSER: What can I say? I see what I want, and I take it.
YAE: And what exactly do you see in him?
BOWSER: The way he stomps around? The tantrums? It was like looking in a mirror.
YAE: You…bonded over villain behavior?
BOWSER: Obviously. We have standards. Unlike SOME people.
YAE: And by “some people,” you mean…
BOWSER: [GRINS] Oh, you know. A certain someone who couldn't even suck dick properly.
YAE: [GASPS] The SHADE.
BOWSER: I mean, really. If you can’t even give head properly, what are you even doing?
YAE: [NODDING] I’ve been saying this! This is why I fuck with you, you keep it real.
YAE: Anyway, how’s the…romance?
BOWSER: [LAUGHS] Oh, it’s great
YAE: Any pet names?
BOWSER: He calls me King Koopa Kisses.
YAE: [SCREAMS INTO MIC]
[00:12:56] SCARAMOUCHE FAREWELL INTERVIEW
YAE: So, you just left with Bowser? You just…went with him?
SCARAMOUCHE: I was promised a castle.
YAE: …So if someone had kidnapped you first and promised you a better castle…
SCARAMOUCHE: Listen, it’s a very nice castle. He has a lava moat.
BOWSER: [OFF CAMERA] And twelve dungeons.
YAE: Hot.
JEAN: CUT! CUT!
Happy Aprils Fools.
stuck with you!
masterlist
omg guys what will yn do!!
april fools 😍
synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!
notes — yabadabadoop
taglist — im not tagging all 300 people in this r u crazy.
(closed) @na1lea @cindywasneverhere @lunavixia @aestherin @mlaakai @camvrin @retiredmommylover @iheartpieck @cartierfiles @loveariel @silly-ez @mochipls @pomeiu @flowerypesky @creammpuff @boxdisappeared @webbywill @s3xpistolss @bunns-wonderland @lordbugs @localgirlywithnolife @danfelions @featuredtofu @pinxeajin @haeunoo @scaradooche @pglt19 @chemiru @childesbabygirl @simonisferal @shutingstar @esuz @tokkishouse @kitsuvil @scarasmood @ihearttori @nomurahayami @androxphobic @reivelmin @animeobsessed56 @femaholicc @vi0let-writes @izayumi-chan @aloflapse @starringkoi
Little something I think about once and awhile but I feel like Killua tells his dad and grandpa stuff about his life. Like just talk about his friends, any training, any enemies, any *crushes* ;). I feel like we see a little of this in the Zoldyck arc before Killua leaves home, AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
LIKEE IMAGINE!! Killua yapping his dad and/or grandpa’s ear off about his smidge crush on reader then turning around and being like - don’t tell Illumi (he already knows). BASICALLY can we get a one shot/headcannons about this? This feeds my obsession with me needing to know what people think I about me
‧ ˚ Hush ˚ ‧
── .✦ a/n: augrhf this sucks so bad but i love this idea sm, pls enjoy :3
after numerous days of being tortured and mutilated by his family, killua was certainly feeling annoyed. why was killua even enduring this in the first place? because he decided it was a wonderful idea to stab the shit out of his mommy and older brother, the fat one, of course.
while enduring the endless punishments and merciless whippings from his family, especially milluki, who kil had stabbed before running off for the hunter exam. oh right! the hunter exam.
during the hunter exam, known world wide to be extremely difficult and hard to pass, killua had encountered some of the most important people to him currently. gon, his best friend. kurapika, an older brother figure. leorio, someone to make fun of. you, his first ever crush.
killua had never, EVER been exposed to girls before his whole life. disregarding his mother, and alluka since he hadn’t seen her since they were like six and five. the only things in life killua had ever been provided for was ruthless training and grooming to become the head of the zoldyck assassin family. of course, this role meant he was destined to marry in the future to reproduce, but talk of women and marriage was left for much of the future. so when kil met you and got to interact properly with you, A GIRL… he did not know what to do at all.
“wow! she sure is fast!” the cheerful gon chirped as he eyed you, pacing along with satotz in the first phase of the hunter exam effortlessly. “tch, that girl will for sure die later.” the albino rolled his eyes as he focused on the dark tunnel ahead of him. “i wouldn’t assume that so early, killua. she does seem strong.” kurapika chimed in as he watched you meticulously.
“oh! i guess you’re the number i’m assigned to collect for.” you slyly but gently smiled at killua, standing right in front of him, surrounded by the lush forest. “in your dreams.” the silverette non-chalantly spat out as he had his hands tucked into his pockets.
before killua could react, you had already swiftly jumped up onto a tree behind him. killua didn’t realise at first, but less than a second later he realised a side of his shirt had felt significantly lighter.
“hey! what the hell?” the boy screamed as he snapped his head around to see your figure atop a tree branch.
you had just taken killua’s badge without a sweat.
badge number 99 was now yours.
you turned your body around, and stared down at the albino, who was exuding embarrassment and anger. “don’t be so angry, kitty.” you smirked, as you placed your hands into your pocket, mocking killua’s once confident and signature posture. the darkened expression on killua’s face was priceless, something to behold, truly.
did this bitch just call him “kitty”? ain’t no way you took his badge, called him kitty AND mocked him. if this was anyone else, killua would’ve slit their throats by now but, you felt incredible.
that was the moment and interaction that caused something unknown to bloom inside killua. how could you take his badge without him noticing? how were you faster than him? he’s a zoldyck, so how? what training have you gone through? who were you, really? how were you so confident against someone like him? how the fuck were you so pretty while doing all that?
killua was now hungry for more of you.
“so killua! whats your type?” the raven haired boy said as he gazed out the window of the airship. “my type? what do you mean?” the pale boy questioned, tilting his head. “you know, what kind of girls do you like?” gon grinned innocently. “girls?” killua had never interacted with a girl before, until you, that is. killua was not sure what to say, his type? he hadn’t even been around enough girls yet to know.
“mhm! personally, i like older women! i think they’re caring and mature.” the ravenette exclaimed as he explained to the dumb-founded albino. “uh.. well…” killua was pretty puzzled, to say the least.
it shattered his ego to admit this to gon, but especially himself. “uhhh.. you know that girl we’ve been seeing around lately during the exam?” the albino stared off into the night lights shining from below. “oh yeah! she’s pretty!” gon smiled, he was pretty surprised killua mentioned you.
“um, i guess you could say so.” killua would never ever talk about this subject to anyone else.
unfortunately, all that was awhile ago. now, instead of spending time with gon and his other friends, he was propped up in his mansion’s cell, abused. everything went south once killua’s eldest brother, illumi revealed his disguise at the last phase of the exam and manipulated him into returning home. killua was not one to reminisce, but those memories were surely treasured.
“how dare you stab me and mama?” the obese creature yelled as he whipped killua. their mother had just entered a few minutes earlier but now, it seems another family member has intruded once again.
“milluki, stop it.” the elder declared as he calmly walked in. “grandpa! you’re always spoiling him! this is why now he’s a fucking brat!” milluki stressed, desperately trying to get their grandfather on board. “shut it.” zeno side eyed his huge grandson as he stepped towards the younger one. unsurprisingly, milluki shut his mouth due to his overflowing amount of respect and fear for his grandfather. what a loser, killua thought to himself, not daring to raise his head to look at his grandpa.
“alright, get up kil. silva wants to see you.” the old man informed, no anger or disappointment in his voice whatsoever. “huh? really? dad wants to see me?” the albino immediately shot his head up in a fit of surprise.
“so kil, i know you ran off.” the respectable man sternly said as he sat in the dimly lit room. “yeah… i did.” killua awkwardly responded to his father, afraid his father will be mad.
“i want to hear all about your journey.”
“really, dad?”
“sit beside me, kil.”
“what kind of people did you meet at the exam?” silva questioned, acting interested. “heh! well, i met gon! he’s so fun! and.. uh kurapika, he’s real nice. i also met some guy called leorio, don’t remember much about him.” killua excitedly rambled, like a little child once again. “i see. anyone else?” the man questioned as he narrowed his icey blue eyes.
silence took over the room for awhile, killua’s head facing down. not sure how to start off about you.
“well, i met a girl.” killua muttered as he looked off to the side. “oh?” silva let out as he tilted his head. how hilarious, such similar body language between son and father.
“mhm uh.. she’s.. really pretty…” killua felt his ears burning up and heart pounding. “describe her to me, then.” silva demanded as he was surprised a girl caught his son’s attention.
sure, killua was a teenage boy but his family expected him to have the mindset and ambitions of an assassin, not some love sick teenager.
“mm… her eyes shine so brightly, she moves so gently.. but yet so quickly. she also… smells good. hmm, i like how she’s so open to conversations with people around her and isn’t shy to say her mind! i love the fact she beat me, to be honest.” the little albino was now completely off in his little dream land about you, pale face now bright pink.
“she beat you? am i hearing this right?” the older man walked in, without any sounds giving him out whatsoever, beforehand. steps inaudible, how typical of an assassin.
“it seems so, father.” silva nodded, eyes still fixated on killua.
killua immediately regretted letting that information slip, now his dad is going to go WAY harder on him during trainings.
“yeah.. we had to claim other people’s badges for a phase, and she somehow took mine, when she was right in front of me!” the silly silverette unknowingly went back into a state of infatuation, forgetting all about how his elders will think of his failure.
zeno and silva exchanged glances, both decided to say nothing about THAT, for now.
killua softened his gaze at both. “her name is y/n. i asked her for her name right before… big brother revealed himself and—” killua’s voice slowly trailed off as he remembered what happened.
“forget about illumi, tell us more about this girl.” silva abruptly cut his son’s sentence off.
the flustered boy raised his head once more and nodded with a smile. “she’s so strong! i’ve never met anyone else who could beat me!” killua excitedly gushed, his heart was now feeling so fuzzy and warm. a foreign feeling, indeed
a good 3 hours had probably gone by.
“after i told gon i found her pretty, he urged me to give her my chicken wing during dinner! can you believe that guy?” the care free boy laughed as his dad and grandpa chuckled along. “well? did the lady accept your generous offer?” zeno teased, in his elderly fashioned humour.
“yeah! she said thank you and said that she really liked my hair colour… kinda weird but i felt good when she complimented me!” killua was now spread out, laying on the floor, as the two elders sat upon the bed. “it seems this gon guy is becoming your wingman.” silva grinned slightly at his son, delighted that killua was interested in strong girls, but unhappy since it was too early for him to be thinking about relationships.
“sometimes, i see her looking at me during dinner time and i feel like as if my heart was going to explode any moment! felt more intense than any training you guys have ever given me.” killua sighed as he was now, running out of breath from yapping so much about you.
“i think me and your father have heard enough to understand this y/n girl, kil.” zeno stood up from his seat and place his hands behind his back. “i agree, father.” silva huffed out. wow, his son sure was interested in you. this is definitely gonna bring some kind of trouble.
killua sat up from the floor, sapphire eyes now looking like an innocent child’s. as if, he was never a ruthless killer who murdered for profit and as a lifestyle. instead, looking like a pure and untouched pale porcelain doll. silver hair no longer dirtied and stained with blood from his victims. rather, silver hair now fluffy and as white as undisturbed snow during winter.
for once, killua felt normal.. no. for once, he is ALLOWED to be normal.
“please don’t tell any of this to big brother.” killua nervously said out loud to his father and grandfather, pleading almost. killua genuinely wanted to find you again, and get to know you properly. he was so so frightened that illumi will get ahold of this news and torture him. worse, he’ll go after you.
“no worries kil, illumi will stay out of this. after all, y/n and everything else is your own personal life.” silva reassured his son as he stepped over and placed his hand over killua’s head, patting him.
killua’s mouth curled into a soft smile, appearing like any other boy. happy to talk to his father about his crush, and getting reassurance.
“how is kil?” the silky haired man’s back leaned onto the cold marble wall. “doing fine, but he’ll leave again.” silva informed his eldest child.
“i know about that girl.”
“i presumed so.”
“should i get rid of her?”
“don’t.”
“okay. may i ask why though father?”
“first, killua will know it was us and never return to us again. second, he might learn a thing or two from forming bonds. third, that girl seems quite powerful.”
“are you suggesting we push him towards her more? that is absurd.”
“illumi, it is my responsibility as the head of the zoldyck family to plan for the next generations. she will produce fine children for us.”
“fair enough.”
“now, hush.”
killua being a guitar kid in the hxh mobage cards is all that is on my mind.
some doodles lately
some doodles lately
I'm alive, my brain is fluff and my heart is a big bad strawberry
“Actually ao3 shouldn’t allow-“ GO BACK TO WATTPAAAAAAADDDDDDD
2022 killualluka 💙❤️
SWEET N’ SOUR ! - a scaramouche celebrity smau
˚୨୧⋆｡ synopsis: the bright lights of fame and fortune aren’t for everyone, and you’re starting to think you’re part of that majority. You just can’t seem to catch a break! Every movie you’re in goes straight to DVD, every album you drop just barely gets any streams. From child star to sub par popstar, it seems clear that the world has some kind of vendetta against you and you love to blame it on a certain rising musical sensation; Scaramouche. Thanks to your godforsaken luck you happened to go out with the wrong guy at the wrong time because he just so happened to be Scaramouche’s ex, next thing you know you wake up to truck loads of death threats, your record label dropping you, AND a whole album labelling you as the ‘other woman’! After what seemed like a never ending onslaught of straight bullying and harassment, you had long since retreated from the limelight, the only thing left from your music career being ever so occasional covers on YouTube that only your few close friends watched religiously. However, after writing a heartfelt original piece and uploading it from your humble bedroom, it goes viral! A single song has thrusted you head first into stardom once more, and face to face with the person you ruined it for you.
genre: rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies/rivals to friends (?) to lovers, celebrity smau, singer smau, social media au, modern au, gn! reader
warnings: cursing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of death threats, brief slut shaming, just parasocial fans and weird behaviour towards celebs in general (much like irl unfortunately), photos are used as placeholders and are not meant to depict reader's appearance
status: ongoing!
side ships: lumine x ayaka, beidou x ningguang, kokomi x gorou
additional notes:
so um, THIS smau will get consistent updates trust me this time (no click bait)
i actually had to physically restrain myself from posting this the second I made it, so by the time the masterlist is out i'll probably have most of the first act planned out/maybe even fully planned out
inspired by the sabrina carpenter and olivia rodrigo drama!
^^ not a one to one creation ofc I obviously took some creative liberties
i'm aware this isn't really a trending topic anymore, but I thought it would make a damn good fic!
taglist is open! comment/ask to be tagged!
[🍬] means the chapter contains written content!
PLEASE let me know if I can use your username as a fan, the main reason I can't mass produce chapters is cuz I need fan names T^T
dividers by @nicodefresas and @aquazero
-> OPENING ACT
TEASER 001 // TEASER 002 // PROLOGUE
˚୨୧⋆｡ STARRING:
0.1; winx club on crack // 0.2; d1 y/n haters
ACT ONE; that's that me espresso!
01; it's brutal out here // 02; caffeine high // 03; hot cacao in hotter weather - [🍬] // 04; have you ever tried this one? // 05; you'll just have to taste me // 06; in my good graces - [🍬] // 07; bleeding me dry like a vampire // 08; not in my time zone but you wanna be // 09; it's been a cruel summer - [🍬] // 10; good 4 u // 11; dancing with the stars - [🍬] // 12; two steps back // 13; twiddling my thumbs // 14; looking at me - [🍬] // 15; in another life - [🍬] // 16; on air! // 17; don't just stand there staring honey - [🍬] // 18; floatin' through the memories // 19; short and sweet - [🍬] // 20; maybe we could've been friends
ACT TWO; girl, so confusing
21; - // 22; - // 23; - // [TBA]
ACT THREE; i'm so obsessed with your ex
[TBA]
ACT FOUR; you make me wanna make you fall in love
[TBA]
🍬 (open) taglist: @shrii-kk @freyao7 @analiee6 @thetwinkims @bellflower1257 @blvdmrcnry @bloukoup @yuan1819 @yourstrulymauki @fungaltoehehe @enrions @atlatcaheart @mywillt0live @myeomiz @adornavia @automaticpatroltragedy @scaraenthusiast1 @sesamemin @syunifu @blueberrybxba @fishii28 @a-sorrowful-tune @emvss @jiminscarmex @mwaiu @lloversss @d4y-dr3am3r @usagiarchive @idaissupercool @raytoebiter @lizzie-harper @anqelkoz @blue-moonies @lalalaloveallmydays @jinjjjia
The funniest thing about Illumi is that he absolutely thinks he's a reasonable, laid-back, well-intentioned guy. The second funniest thing about Illumi is when he buries himself in the ground like a turnip.
xiii. besitos
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───〃★tunes of your heartbeat masterlist
synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. the question is; did the curse work?
taglist (50/50): @toekissers , @raineyun @localscarasimp , @potteraep , @shutingstar , @feiherp , @scaraenthusiast1 @dazqa , @wraithisd3adinside , @x-hihihi-x , @court-jester-stuff , @automaticpatroltragedy , @lalalaloveallmydays , @trulyylee , @jayzioxx , @featuredtofu @kazemiya @help-whatdoimakemyusername , @skyoverkill1 @phoenix-eclipses , @anqelkoz , @miyakomari @saechiro @franaby , @swivi , @vixialuvs , @heusalettle @kunikissr @yomishen @mywillt0live , @baldrapunzel @jiminscarmex @sushitushi, @liuaneee , @shynsgore , @mechanicalbeat1 , @marivaudages , @okukura , @azzumei @lucid1tty @iloveescara @usagiarchive @kyouzki @theunhingedmf @kangyeonie @mi2ukiss @bubblebellaz @eternallykira-143 @lumiicch
• featured song - crushcrushcrush by paramore
• hayley williams the woman that u are
authors' notes - albedo does not want to play along with [name] and that's why [name] hates him very much (endearingly) also i love this chapter so fucking much because hello??? scarasquad bonding??? furiscara bonding???? we love??????? abandoned characters?????? and yes the friends thing.. let the guy be
p . s - no possible update next week??? perchance?? it's HELL week this week (projects) next week (notes) and NEXT NEXT WEEK (exams) im gonna shoot myself at this rate also wtf is up with philippines man it's literally going haywire and im so prepared to make 3 essays about it
(ask to be added or removed)
The Lovers
and i never skipped that opening, not even once
this is a redraw of a piece from like 5 years ago, was pretty fun getting to notice all the little things you improved at