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aqualesha · 2 days

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FOR ME? (neuvillette x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. for me?

ADDRESSED. neuvillette (x gn!reader)

STAMP. in which he came back from his trip to qiaoying village and brought a few things for you!

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationship, possibly cheesy, possible grammar errors, takes place during hustle and bustle quest from the recent lantern rite update!

POST-SCRIPT. here’s my post dedicated to @staarri’s birthday and milestone event — congratulations on your milestone and happy belated birthday to you, zira! furthermore, this fic is inspired by a wriolette fanart made by @/visualkid_n that i saw on my feed !!

LINKS. masterlist / taglist

For a man such as NEUVILLETTE who is as busy as can be and rarely leaves Fontaine, you thought you were in a different universe when your lover first told you that he’ll be going on a trip to Liyue and visit Qiaoying Village. It’s not often to find your lover taking a break from his duties as the Iudex, let alone travel to another nation with his busy schedule, yet here he was.

He tried to invite you really, telling you that he’d like you to come with him and spend time together, but given your schedule, you could only turn him down despite wanting to accept.

And so you spent half a day with your lover away from the nation, often wondering how he is and if he’s not sulking too much about you not being able to come with him. Though, knowing how he is, you’re sure he’ll be alright – he can live in not seeing you for a day.

Take note, it was only half a day.

To your surprise, Neuvillette came back home much earlier than expected, standing by your doorstep with a few bags in hand, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

“How was your trip?” You asked as you provided him some water for him to drink after he came inside your shared home.

“It was… quite enjoyable, but not as much as I longed for you to be there with me.” He responds softly, thanking you for the drink before taking a sip.

You gave him an apologetic smile, sitting down next to him on the sofa. “Sorry.. I’ll come with you next time when you decide to travel again.” You spoke, before glancing at the numerous items that are placed on the floor. “Though may I ask, what are all these items for?”

Neuvillette placed his cup down, glancing at the items as well before saying casually, “Ah, they’re for you, my dear.”

Come again?

You blinked a few times, staring at your lover as if he just told you the most absurd thing.

“Eh? All of them…?” You clarified.

It didn’t help that the Iudex looked unbothered, as if this is almost nothing for him. “Yes, of course. Why do you look so surprised?” He asks. “I was only thinking of you and how you were while I was away, and I happened to find a lot of things that reminded me of you.”

“Neuvi…” You said, staring down at the bag, still processing the fact that your lover bought so many things in one day just for you. “I do hope you’re aware that you didn’t have to do such things! This is quite shocking for me!” You commented.

He hummed. “I am aware, of course. But I happen to find myself making a few spontaneous decisions that’s inspired from my trip. Do forgive me, my dear, I did miss you after all.”

You could only sigh with a smile of defeat. “Well, it’s not as if I can reject such thoughtful gestures from you, but do go on and tell me more about your trip. How was Qiaoying Village? I read Charlotte's article about Liyue’s tea industry earlier.”

“The trip is quite refreshing. I took the opportunity to try their local spring water, and the aftertaste is much purer than what was delivered to me in Fontaine.” He said with a pleased look.

You find yourself listening intently to him as he goes on about the waters of Liyue, not being able to hide the amused look on your face from how fond he is about tasting water, and it only took a few minutes before he changed the subject to something else.

“Ah, that reminds me, I mentioned earlier that my trip happened to inspire a few spontaneous decisions, and one of them happened to be trying out ceramics.” He explains.

“My, the Iudex trying out ceramics?” You teased, causing his mouth to twitch upwards more.

“It’s quite an interesting activity. I’ve never once thought about how quotidian vessels were crafted until I participated in their very making. Nonetheless, I made something for you.” He adds.

To your shock, Neuvillette brought out a tea set with a design that reminded you of a certain sea creature. Who knew your lover would be amazing at the ceramic arts?

“Neuvi, you made these? For me?” You ask, aweing at the cute design that he made. “They’re so cute! You did such an amazing job, you made it by hand and everything!” You flattered him.

He smiled more from your compliment, placing the tea set down on the coffee table for you to touch and admire his work that he made just for you. “I thought it’d be good to give you this. It’d mean a lot to me if you’d accept.”

“Of course I will! You made this yourself, I couldn’t ask anything more than that.” You replied.

Suddenly, an idea came to your mind. “Tell you what, why don’t we use this for water tasting together when the next delivery arrives?”

“That’ll make me all the more happier, my dear.”

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"She was... special."

Heizou, Kazuha, Kunikuzushi x fem!reader (separately)

synopsis | After your death, your son asked your lover what kind of person you were.

content | angst, but also fluff... i think

cw | mentions of death

taglist | @ayanasss, @cottencandysky

a/n | my brain not braining for my scara fanfic, so I'm writing about my shower thoughts ☝🏻 this fic is more of a monologue of certain characters, sooo yeah

For the sake of this fanfic, I will use "Ai" as the kid's name

"WHAT KIND OF PERSON WAS MOTHER?" your son suddenly asked him as the two stood before the grave which had your name chiselled into it. It's been a while since you unfortunately passed away during childbirth, so Ai never got to know you. It is natural for him to get curious...

"Clingy. Aggravating. Troublesome. An airhead." KUNIKUZUSHI scoffed, crossing his arms after he put the bouquet of flowers next to your grave. His gaze was sharp as it was digging its way into the stone slate that carried your name. "She was quite the pest, really." he continues and Ai stood quietly next to him, gazing at his father's expression, before noticing the slightest softness in those indigo eyes.

Ai knows that Kunikuzushi still loves and cherishes you very much. Said man turned to lock eyes with him. "She was persistent. That's how she convinced to give this mortal concept of a relationship a try." he says, followed by a sigh. "Although your mother was a bothersome woman, she's a good person, must've gone to heaven. I might never meet her again, even in the afterlife..."

Kunikuzushi takes your Ai's hand, before gently dragging the young boy along to leave the graveyard. "If you keep being a good person like your mother, one day you'll meet her up there as well. When that time comes, scold her for leaving so soon."

"Your mother?" KAZUHA mumbles under his breath after offering you his prayers. He turned to look at the young child with a melancholic smile. "Your mother was a kind woman. Kind enough to let a wandering stranger into her home during a heavy downpour." he explains, recounting the memory of your first meeting. It felt like it was just yesterday when you ushered his drenched self into your warm home...

"She was a woman with the most beautiful heart I was able to ever lay my eyes on." he continues, his hand reaching up to trace the letters of your name carved into your grave stone. Then he turns to look at Ai, a grin on his lips. "You know, you take after your mother quite a lot. You two are so clumsy that you trip over your own feet, When you set yourself a goal, you stick to it the best you can." he chuckles softly.

"But most importantly, you two seem to always wear a smile on your lips, even if the future is uncertain." he smiles warmly at the memories, before finally lifting himself off the ground with a sigh. "It's a shame you never got to meet your mother, Ai. She was a great woman."

"Let's see... well, she was definitely a witty person!" HEIZOU tells him, a fond grin adorning his lips. "Smart and quick-witted is what most people called her. She could've easily joined the Tenryou Comission, but she chose not to. She wanted to live peacefully, instead of helping our society! Selfish, wasn't she?" he joked, before a soft sigh left his parted lips.

"She was a reliable person." he continues in the softest tone, a tone that Ai seldomly hears nowadays. "A strong and independent person who wasn't scared of the world, who, unlike me, bravely fought for her beliefs and the people she cherished and trusted."

Silence ensued, as Heizou thought how to continue. "I once had a friend who gave me various trinkets when we were little. When I found out that the gifts were stolen items, I impulsively ended our friendship and threw all the gifts away..." he murmurs, looking over to your son, reaching up to pat his head.

"A year later, we met again. That day, he passed away in hopes of giving me a hard-earned gift that time around." he chuckles softly, the anemo vision emitting a light glow from his waist, "I wish I met your mother sooner, you know? She was someone who would've told me that I've been wrong to act so carelessly... I'm sure she would've brought you up similar to that, Ai. I'll do my best to tell her all about her when the time comes."

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In sickness and in health

Wanderer x gn!reader

synopsis | You never get sick. Or that's what Wanderer believed. And now that you caught yourself a high fever, he's beyond scared.

content | fluff, mild angst w/ comfort (just a little sprinkle of angst, nothing major)

cw | a few curses, abandonment issues, mentions of death

a/c | @/chinikuniku on X

taglist | @ayanasss , @m1stt1

a/n | My 250 follower special is finally out‼️ Thank you for reading and thank you for following my blog 🫶🏻

And thank you @cyberprimeyt for the lovely idea!

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Wanderer commanded you, not taking 'no' for an answer. And so you did, albeit reluctantly. Your throat felt dry and the temperature of the soup he fed you was awfully hot. It hurt to eat. But you know you needed to eat something.

You usually never got sick, you swore on that. Even Wanderer was a witness of your good health! But you just had a very important matter at hand, which made you run through the heavy rain at midnight. If you didn't catch a cold under those circumstances, you were actually indestructible. But alas, you are also just a human being.

Your whole body is aching and searing hot to the touch. An uncomfortable heat covered you entire body with sweat. This was due to the two thick blankets drapped over your body. But you knew that once you left the comforts of your blankets, you'd freeze to death. Is this the price you had to pay for all those years of good health?

"Snap out of it and eat up. You didn't eat anything the whole day." your boyfriend prodded you, the end of the spoon hitting your lips. A pout formed on those very lips as you closed your eyes. You would've shook your head in response, but your head was pounding and dizziness clouded your mind.

He sighed in response, putting placing the spoon back into the warm soup he had carefully prepared for you. "At least drink something." he said, handing you a glass of water. Then he got you medicine, pouring the liquid onto another spoon, before forcing it down your system in combination with the water. All with good intentions, of course.

Once you swallowed your medicine and sat upright for a good ten minutes to properly digest, Wanderer allowed you to lay back down. "Get some rest." he sighed, standing up and gathering the dishes to wash them later, "And call me if you need something. Don't even think about getting out of bed without my help." he had warned you, before exiting your room, leaving the door open to make sure he'd hear you if you called.

You just snuggled back into the blankets and sighed, closing your eyes to sleep it off. During that time, Wanderer took it upon himself to clean up around your apartment, doing the chores you couldn't do while he waited for you to wake up and hopefully get better soon.

He might've seemed unfazed while taking care of you, but in reality, he was scared and guilty. Scared that this fever will take you away from him. Guilty that you're suffering and he can't do anything to alleviate your pain. And he couldn't stop the pessimistic thoughts from clouding his judgment. It might be a silly thought, but he didn't want you to have the same fate as—

Wanderer snapped out of his thoughts when a glass fell to the ground and shattered on the floor. A sigh left his lips and he got to work to clean up the mess he made. He'll need to remind himself to get you a new one in the future.

Before long, your boyfriend decided to go outside and stock up your empty fridge and get you fresh medicine. You were running low anyways, 'might as well', he thought. And so he took off, taking your keys and closing the door securely after himself. You were sleeping and it'll probably take some time until you wake up again anyways.

Just how wrong he had been...

As soon as he came back from running your errands, he heard incessant coughing coming from your room. He immediately dropped the groceries on the ground, not caring if something spilled or broke. Your fever must be acting up again and he knew you needed someone to be by your side.

Once Wanderer entered your bedroomed in a hurry, you couldn't help but sigh out in relief. Your whole body was burning up, pain spreading through your limbs and your head felt like exploding. It hurts... but at least someone was here to help you now.

"Fuck, your fever is worsening..." Wanderer whispers, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. He needed to do something, anything to ensure your comfort, to ensure you're alright. He needed to go to Nahida or call a doctor and—

When he turned to go, you stopped him, your hand holding tightly onto his as heavy breaths left your parted lips. "Don't leave..." you mumble and he knew then that he couldn't possibly ignore your wishes. But also, he feared that if he doesn't get you help, you'd perish just like the little child five hundred years ago. For a first time in his life, he felt truly helpless.

It suddenly felt like time has rewinded itself back to five hundred years ago, back when he was just a mere puppet without a name, accompanying the child he viewed as his family. Back when he had watched the child cough and cry, complaining because of the pain, but assuring that he'd be alright. Back when he trusted the child with all of his being, only to come home to a lifeless body.

Seeing you in such a vulnerable and painful state made him anxious. Fear was crawling up his consciousness. He couldn't think of anything to help you, while you laid there, exhausted and your breathing irregular. Your eyes were looking up at him, a silent cry for comfort and a sign of pain.

When you saw him staring at you, his eyes unfocused, you knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to help you right now. The coughing didn't subside and it burned your throat as much as it burned his hollow chest to see you like this. You wanted so say something, seeing the panic in his eyes. To reassure him that everything's alright and that this will be over soon. If you could just say something.

Instead of words, you decided to act on your thoughts, pulling him down into an embrace. It didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around you as well, pulling you closer to him.

He was cold. A pleasant contrast to your burning temperatures. "Hey..." you mumble hoarsely, leaning your head onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. "Calm down, love." you continue to whisper, suppressing the oncoming coughs bubbling in your throat.

It only took four words to calm him down a bit more, his arms squeezing you to his own comfort. "Fuck." he exhales shakily into the crook of your neck. You were burning hot. And although it wasn't a good sign, he liked it. He always liked your warmth, it contrasted nicely to his freezing physic. "I'm acting pathetic right now." he mutters, trying to feel more of your addicting warmth against his skin.

"What's on your mind?" you asked him quietly, coughing just enough to make him pull you closer to him. "Just some... stupid thoughts." he mumbles in return. He didn't necessarily feel like talking about the cruel memories he had remembered. But he knew he couldn't hide anything from you. You knew him too well. So he decided to just be upfront with you. "You're reminding me of that sick child..."

"Your... 'family'?" you inquired, just to confirm. And after a short period of silence, you felt his head nodding against the curve of your neck. He had told you the story and you had witness the memories with him together, so you understood where his fear was coming from. Your lips parted to reassure him about yourself, when he cut you off.

"Please... please don't leave." he whispers shakily. You could feel the slightest trembles coming from his figure and you gently squeezed him in return. "I know you're human. And I know that eventually... you'll perish like all the other mortals... but please..." he pleaded to you, "don't fucking die on me just yet."

His figure trembled in your embrace as he poured his heart out to you, pleading as if you're his only god, as if you were his saviour. You wrapped your arms securely around his figure and pulled him down to lay in bed with you. "I'm not going anywhere." you reassure him in soft whispers, "I'll be there by your side as long as my time allows me to."

"Don't cry, my love." you continue, coughing in between your sentences. His body temperature was helping you in cooling down. Funny how you never thought of it before. "I'm not going to die to a silly fever." Sweet reassurances and soft whispers of love calmed him down as you two laid there in a shared embrace.

"Hey Kuni." you mumble sleepily after a long while. He hums quietly in response, not moving a muscle to look up at you. "If I die someday, I want to die seeing you smile at me one last time, okay? Only then can I tell the heavens above that I died happy death." you chuckle softly.

He squeezed you tighter in response, a tired sigh leaving his lips. "One more word about death and I'll feed you poison the next time."

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aqualesha · 2 days

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could I request reader using scaramouche as their muse?

Beautiful on paper

modern!Scara x gn!reader

(ft. Childe)

synopsis | You managed to convince Scaramouche into letting you draw him!

content | fluff

cw | none

a/c | @/obb_spl on X (twt)

a/n | I hope you don't mind me making it modern AU 😅

"STAY STILL." you reminded Scaramouche with a rather stoic voice, when you saw him shifting in his seat from the corner of your eyes. Your attention was very much focused on the drawing before you, as you guided the paintbrush in your hand to form delicate strokes on your canvas.

You two were alone in the school's art room, sitting opposite of eachother while you were drawing him. Initially, he didn't agree to being your muse, but soon enough he accepted to 'get you off his back'.

"Shut up, I'm trying." he hissed in response, watching you intently as he tried to stay seated while doing... well, nothing. It was harder than one might think.

Ever since you've laid your eyes on the handsome and most beautiful person in this school, that is Scaramouche, you've been begging him to let you draw him. If only for one painting. And now that he has granted you an opportunity, you dare not let this chance go to waste.

You two have been sitting here for decades, but it has only been about an hour. An awkwardly long hour for him. You were very focused on recreating his image onto the canvas, fully focused and no words left your lips ever since you started. All the while Scaramouche has to sit still and watch you do your work, not allowed to move until you've finished.

"I'm sorry it's taking so long..." you sighed, lowering your paintbrush, feeling a bit bad. But he just shook his head in response. "Don't bother. I've agreed to this so if I am to complain, I should complain to myself." he said, letting out a breath of air as he saw you stop painting.

You simply nodded, not able to argue against that. "D'you need a break?" you asked him quietly. "No thanks. The sooner you finish, the sooner we're done here."

And with that, you continued. Your eyes kept in drifting from his figure back to your canvas. You focused on each and every little detail of him, his face, his clothing, his pose. You wanted— no, you needed this to turn out perfectly.

His beauty and presence was quite inspirational to you. You didn't understand how or why, but the way he carried himself and his overall presence was unique. Every time you looked at him, you get a surge of inspiration, your hands itching to draw something. You wanted him to be your muse.

"You're staring. And you're not even drawing anymore." Scaramouche broke the silence, snapping you out of your trance. You exhaled slowly and put the paintbrush down. "Sorry. Just got me thinking about something. Can we continue another time... if you don't mind?"

"About what?"

"Huh?"

"Just what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours that you've got so distracted from your original aim?" he said, standing up from his seat and walking closer to you. You stayed silent for a bit, gazing into his deep indigo eyes. They were mesmerizing.

"Just thinking about you. You're so beautiful and inspirational... I was wondering if you could be my muse?" you answered honestly, smiling at him as his face contorted in surprise.

He was stunned to say the least, not expecting you to be so straightforward. You expected him to turn you down, but he simply turned around and made his way towards the exit. "Do whatever you want." he mumbles quietly, but you were able to catch that. But before he could open the door, someone opened it for him—

"Oh hey comrade! Didn't expect to see you out of all people in the art room." Childe's greeted the shorter, who ignored him and was about to step outside. "Woah, don't tell me you got Scaramouche to let you draw him?!" the ginger haired exclaimed when he laid his eyes on your unfinished painting.

"I kind of begged and bribed him with the special strawberry swissroll from our local café... They're really good!" you admitted sheepishly and Childe tilted his head in confusion. "Really? But Scaramouche doesn't like sw—"

"Not another word!" Scaramouche interrupted him again, before storming out of the art room, a hand covering the lower half of his face as he groaned at the sheer embarrassment you had to witness.

"Shut it!" said guy stomped on his foot to which a cry of pain followed, a clear pink hue dusting Scaramouche's cheeks. "What are you even doing here?! Don't you have something else to do?!" he asked him, not turning to look at you. He'd rather die right now than let you see him all flustered and blushing. "Ow, ow, ow... I'm just here to pick up some paintbrushes for Arlecchino! And why'd you stomp me for?! I was just pointing out that—"

At least he got a date with you secured.

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aqualesha · 2 days

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Here’s a request: gn! reader playing with scara’s balljoints 🥺

A playful afternoon

Scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis | Even though Scaramouche had been very busy with his Harbinger duties, he was spent a peaceful afternoon with you.

content | fluff

cw | none

a/n | thank you for your request! I tried my best, I hope it turned out to your liking <3

a/c | @/MNCE_o on X (twt)

It was quite rare for Scaramouche to be able to take some time off and relax, but when he did, you always seem to be around as well. When you entered his office and saw him sitting at the couch while reading a book, you sat down beside him to bask in his peaceful presence.

He really didn't mind your presence, since you're the only one he was willing to tolerate by his side.

That is until you start acting on your impulsive thoughts.

You were bored and took ahold of his hand, initially wanting to intertwine your fingers with his. But as you inspected his hands closely, you saw the visible ball joints of his fingers he wasn't trying to hide from you.

It made you happy to know that he wasn't trying to cover it in front of you any longer, a smile adorning your lips as you gazed down at his hand. Then you lifted it up and started to move his finger up and down, watching the movement of his ball joint with curiosity evident in your eyes.

"Just what are you doing?" Scaramouche's sharp, but still gentle voice cut through the silence. Your actions didn't bother him as much as he let on. Rather, he was amused by how fascinated you were from the littlest of things.

"I'm admiring you." you finally responded after a moment of silence, an impish grin displayed on your lips. Your eyes traveled up to his own indigo ones. "You have really pretty hands, Scara."

"Resorting to flattery to try and woo me, hm? You should know by now that words don't mean much to me." he commented with a hum. If only you knew how affected he was by such simple compliments from you... of course, he'd never admit that to you.

"I'm not trying to flatter you. I'm just speaking the truth." you said, bringing his hand up to press a kiss on the ball joints he so much resented back then. They were what made him different from the people of Tatarasuna when he was only the kabukimono.

If he could blush, he would've by now. But he couldn't. He just stayed silent, watching how gentle and lovingly you treated him out of all people. How could you love him? The cruelest of Harbingers? The most hated one? A puppet who treated others harshly and was unforgiving to anyone and everyone?

Your hands gently pulled at his wrist guard, successfully pulling him out of his thoughts as well. You wanted to take off the fabric to take a closer look at his wrist. "Can I take this off?" you asked him for permission, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

Scaramouche was still flustered by your previous actions that he took some time to formulate his next words. Then he let out a sigh. "Do as you please." You let out a delighted hum and gently slipped his wrist guard off to reveal the ball joint acting as his wrist.

You softly pressed down on his wrist, using your finger to roll it around in its confinement. "Does it hurt when I touch it?" you questioned him to which he simply shook his head in response. Then you took his hand and moved it up and down to watch the round object connecting his hand to his arm.

He lets you play around with his hand for another while, before stopping you by intertwining your fingers. "That's enough." he finally said. Scaramouche looked a bit uneasy with your staring. And you noticed that.

"Sorry, I got invested." you grin sheepishly. "But you really have beautiful joints." you tried to reassure him again, before pressing another soft kiss on his wrist.

"Right..." he sighed, flustered by your actions once again, but he didn't let that show. Or at least he hoped he didn't.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you and your playful attitude, while he entertained your conversations and all the little games you played with him for as long as you wanted.

Some may see him as a cruel monster. And others may see him as a useful tool. He himself may see himself as a failure of a god. But you saw him as your equal and that was the only opinion that mattered to him for now and forever.

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My Prized Possession.

Wanderer x fem!reader

synopsis | sharing is caring. but your lover hates the thought of sharing.

content | fluff (cuddling and deep talk)

cw | none rlly, but possessive wanderer

a/n | i wanna cuddle him so bad... anyways, part three is here, bcz I still got some brainrot to share! but it's kinda short 😶

part one & two

a/c | @/oga914 on X (twt)

"IT'S SO HARD..." Wanderer admitted quietly, burying his face into the curve of your neck. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist, as he pulled your body closer to his. It was late, the sun having long disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the Sumeru to greet the chilly night.

After celebrating his birthday with his— your friends, he wanted nothing more but to rest inside his chambers. Just you two. You could never say no to him. Especially not on his birthday. So here you two were, laying together in eachother's arms, cuddling peacefully.

"What is?" you asked curiously, your hand running through his indigo locks. He really is beautiful, you remarked silently. Ethereal even. But you didn't dare say it out loud. Not when he despised his appearance because of the similarities to his creator.

He exhales slowly, his breath tickling your skin. Although he didn't need to breathe, he got accustomed to do so, imitating the soft breaths you take. Maybe he felt more connected to you if he did so. You don't know.

"Having to share you." he finally continues. His fingers were mindlessly drawing patterns on your waist, trying to distract himself from the possessive thoughts digging into his conscience. "You're mine. But at the same time, you aren't."

You hum quietly in response, not knowing what to make of it. "I don't own you. But I detest the thought of you looking at anyone but me." he says, trying to reveal the conflicting emotions inside of him. Although he had quite he hard time putting his thoughts into words, he tried.

He paused, not knowing how to continue. How should he tell you that he wanted to lock you up inside a cage, having you only for himself forever? How would you react to such possessive and disgusting thoughts of his? He didn't want to find out.

Wanderer knows full well that you have friends and family. But he fears competition. Currently, there is no one other than him. But what if some day in the future, there's someone better than him? Someone who isn't a criminal? Someone who could give you everything he couldn't? Would you still love him?

He can't allow that. And he wouldn't allow that.

"I cannot be yours in a literal sense." you exhaled softly. "But I hope you know that my heart is yours, Kuni." his breathing stilled, arms tightening around you, but careful not to hurt you. He stays quiet, letting you continue.

"It's might not be much to claim..." you whisper quietly, your hand rubbing his back in a soothing manner, "But I want to share my heart with you. Please remember that I love you. And I will continue to love you for as long as you allow me to." You felt a drop of water fall onto your shoulder and you knew better than to question it. Your arms tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer as a sign of comfort. A sign that you're here. For him.

"Eternity..." he mumbles, "is such a ridiculous concept... but I suppose it would be fitting to say that I love you too. For my eternity." He presses soft kisses on your neck, as if sealing his words as a promise to you. His promise to love you for as long as he will live.

He doesn't know if he's your first relationship or much rather your first love. But he will be your last, he swears on that. Because you will be his.

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It's your special day.

Wanderer x fem!reader

synopsis | after the new year's celebration with your boyfriend, you've gotten quite busy with other matters... so he gets irritated

content | angst (only in the beginning) with comfort, Wanderer being possessive of you 🫵🏻

cw | self-doubt, self-hate, overthinking thoughts, pessimism

a/n | uhhh, kind of a continuation of this, but you don't need to read it to understand this part! anyways, I've never wrote angst before :)

Happy birthday to our beloved Wanderer <3

art credit | @/wonyxquwu on Pinterest!

A BITTER TASTE was left in his mouth, even though he did not eat nor drink anything beforehand. A bitter taste that did not suit his stomach. Wanderer stomped his way out of the Akademiya library, uncaring if he were to bump into someone on his way.

Did he do something that might have offended you? Or why must you be so ignorant of his need for your attention? Can't you see how frustrated he is?

The reason for his foul mood was his lover. Or rather, the lack of it. After having celebrated New Year together the day before, you seemed to have gotten busy with some tasks. Tasks you refused to tell him about.

Many questions raced through his mind. A cruel reality that his pessimistic brain is trying to convince him of. 'I am her lover. Me. Not some scribe of the Akademiya. So why isn't she talking to me? What's the issue? Doesn't she trust me? Am I not someone she can confide in? Did she lose interest in me? Have I been too harsh?'

He had watched as you walked past him to talk to Alhaitham, completely avoiding his existence, as he was waiting for you to greet him with your usual hugs and maybe a kiss or two. It hurt him more than it should've.

You acted like he was some kind of stranger. Like air. Someone not worthy of your time. And maybe he really wasn't. After all the crimes he has committed. After treating you the way he did when you took care of him after his battle. After having hurt your feelings over and over again in the past.

Wanderer couldn't help himself, but think so negatively. He still isn't used to believing that those greedy mortals are capable of giving without taking. He still isn't used to the concept of love. He still isn't used to you willingly loving him and caring for him without expecting anything in return.

If you told Scaramouche that he will be feeling all those 'worthless emotions' for a single mortal in his near future, he would have laughed at your audacity. But Wanderer isn't Scaramouche. Wanderer has already accepted the concepts of anger and fondness as his own.

But right now, he felt something he never felt before. A painful ache inside the hollow space where a heart should have been. He had crossed his arms in impatience, watching you chat with the Scribe about something seemingly important. You didn't even look at him. He wasn't used to this. He dislikes— no. He hates it, he decided. And then he starts to hate himself.

Wanderer knows he shouldn't be feeling like this. So angry. No... he's feeling jealous. But he doesn't dare to admit it. You're allowed to converse with other people that are not him (even if he's convinced you only needed him to talk to). You're allowed to look at other people that are not him. You're allowed to laugh with other people that are not him. Yet, he feels this burning desire to just take you away and not let anyone ever lay their eyes on you again. He knows this is wrong.

And once he saw Cyno, the General Mahamatra, casually joining in to take up all your attention, he frowns. He saw how vibrant you looked. How your lips curved into that shy smile, which he adores to see, at something Cyno had said. And then he turned away, storming out of the library to get some fresh air. He loves seeing you smile. At him. Not at someone else.

These people were your friends. Friends, he reminded himself. What a funny concept friendship is. A concept the Traveller had convinced him of to be a fresh and positive feeling. But all he felt was bitterness, seeing this concept. It was no doubt that if someone were to talk to him, he'd burst out in a fit of rage. As much as he wants to change for you, it feels like everything is testing his patience. He's not good with this. No... he's not good with humans. So he leaves the library.

He walks through the bustling city, trying to occupy his mind with other things. How nice that everything around the city just reminds him of you. The memories of you two running through the city to get ingredients for a potion to fix the mess he created. The memories of you two going on little dates resurfacing in his brain. And then he feels the burning rage once more.

He uses his Anemo vision and flies away, trying to find a place to rest in at the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Inside the room he calls his own. But that room was full of memories of you as well. He can't find rest, it seems. The only rests he was ever able to find in his 500 years of living was in the embrace of your arms. But you're not here right now and he can't always rely on you.

He tosses his hat on the table nearby and throws himself on his bed, trying to wrestle himself to sleep. Maybe sleep is just what he needed right now. If he slept, he wouldn't be thinking. Wanderer felt stupid. Stupid for feeling like this. Disgusting even. It wasn't long before he eventually felt asleep.

The soft sound of the door opening caught his attention. It was late already, the room was dark. So it could only be you who must be bothering him at such an hour. Your lover is a light sleeper, so it wasn't unusual for him to wake up to any sounds you might make. Despite his awareness of your presence, he didn't make a move to sit up or greet you. He just laid there motionlessly. Then he heard the bed creak and a gentle dip of the mattress.

"Kuni?" your soft and quiet voice extinguished the burn inside his chest a little. You just had such an effect on him, didn't you?

"..." He didn't reply. He so badly wanted to ask you if he did anything wrong. To beg you for forgiveness if he made a mistake. But nothing came out.

"I know you're awake." you whispered, your body hovering over his, as you encased him with your arms. "Are you mad?" you asked quietly, already able to guess by the lack of reply.

You sighed at his stubbornness and laid down beside him to gaze into his closed eyes, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, gently running your thumb over his fair, porcelain skin. His eyes opened in response to your action, indigo hues staring back into your own. "Kuni, my love." you whisper softly, wanting him to talk to you. Your gaze not faltering once.

"Why?" he broke his own silence. You quizzically waited for him to continue his sentence. "Why did you ignore me? Do you not love me anymore? Are you going to abandon me and run off with that Akademiya Scribe?" he continues, throwing a bunch of questions at you, revealing his insecurity fully for you to laugh at.

But you don't. Instead, you lean in to press your lips against the corner of his, instantly lessening the impact of his worries, shattering his pessimistic thoughts. If he were born a human, he would've been blushing by now.

"I'm sorry if you felt neglected, my love." you talked to him so sweetly and reassuringly. So much love was reflected in your eyes. "It wasn't my intention to make you feel like this... I was just preparing..."

"For what?" he decided to press on, obviously demanding an answer, his hands gripping your arms almost desperately. You remained quiet, not knowing if you should answer him. But seeing the whirlwind of emotion in his eyes, you relented.

"The traveller told me about your birthday." you calmly started to explain. "I wanted to surprise you by gathering a few things to throw a small celebration for you, so—", before you could finish your sentence your lover had already tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest.

You didn't need long before you wrapped your arms around his figure as well. He clearly needed your comfort right now. You just silently embraced him, waiting for him to say something. Anything really.

"Your chest is still smaller than it looks like." he broke the silence, gently squeezing your waist with his arms. You irked a bit at his unwelcome comment, ready to start an argument, but didn't get the chance to. "Sorry..." he mumbled shyly, pressing himself closer to your body. "Sorry for doubting you...". The beating of your heart silenced his racing thoughts.

A small sigh left your lips to calm your nerves. "You should be. You really doubted me when I was trying to surprise you!" you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Now it's not a surprise anymore..."

"You didn't invite that General, did you?" he huffs, hoping it would be a rather small celebration. "I will not answer that..." A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, filling the dark room.

Then he uttered the words he previously refused to believe in. "I love you, did I ever tell you that?"

A smile etched itself onto your face, as you replied. "I love you too, Kuni." These words seemed to calm him even more. You only said five words. But they had such an incredibly huge impact on him. He looked up to meet your loving gaze and moved in connect your lips in a kiss, holding this intimate connection for longer than usual, before parting away. Your fingers gently intertwined with his, squeezing his hand for comfort and reassurance.

"Happy birthday, Kuni."

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aqualesha · 3 days

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Yes, I'm crazy. Just for you <3

Scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis | It is a given that the crown prince's first dance at his birthday banquet shall belong to his fiancé.

content | fluff

cw | none

a/n | my 50 follower special! this is just a short drabble... thank you for reading though <3

His one hand guides you along the steps, his other holds you steadily by your waist, as he twirls you to the music. Scaramouche and you had taken the spotlight, as soon as you stepped onto the dance floor.

It was his birthday today and a big banquet was held in honor of their future ruler. Though people knew him as the 'trashy and crazy' crown prince, they respected him greatly, since he still is the crown prince of their nation.

You, who was chosen by the Ei personally, became his fiancé, who he despised a lot at first. But over the time, you learned how to deal with him and he learned to appreciate your presence.

Scaramouche guided you a bit closer to him and you just so happened to miss your step, accidentally stepping on his foot again. You almost fell, but swiftly caught yourself, placing your hand on his chest and acting nonchalant about your mishap.

"Hey, dance properly." he whispered, looking at you with quite the calm face despite his tone. "Do you know how many times you've stepped on my foot already? You're lucky no one noticed besides me." he mutter with a small sigh.

"Your highness is in charge of leading this dance." you quietly retorted, your face showed a calm expression as well, as you gazed into his pretty indigo hues. "Are you telling me I'm the one lacking skills?" he questioned you with curious eyes, as if daring you to insult him again, the crown prince.

"Of course not. You're trying your best to act natural for me, right?" you flashed him a small, warm smile, as he pulled even closer by your waist. His fingers gently wrapped themselves around your hand and his gaze softens just a tad bit at the sight of your smile.

"You should stop drinking tea with my mother. She's influencing you terribly." he remarks, spinning you once more in his arms. You pouted a bit, "No can do. Her highness told me she'd invite me to another tea party after today." you let out a small huff as a protest against his idea.

"If I do well today, she'll tell me all your embarrassing secrets that I can use against you." you told him with a teasing smile, your eyes shining with a lovely glint that he can't seem to take his eyes off of.

"You're not actually going to use them against me, right?" he whispered-yelled, his face contorting to an unamused expression as you gave him a cheeky wink instead of a response. "Are you crazy!?" he sighed, his tone light and not seriously mad-sounding.

You leaned a bit closer to his face and intertwined your fingers together. "Of course I am." you said, your tone soft and light-hearted. "I'm your highness's fiancé!"

"You—!" His voice cut off as his eyes trailed down to your face and he saw how the corner of your eyes crinkled in happiness. The look of affection on your features. The hint of adoration swirling in your hues as you gazed into his own ones. And most enchantingly, your beautiful smile that grazed your lips whenever you seemed to look at him.

A warm, red blush adorned his cheeks when you look at him like that. When you happily admit to being his future spouse. Just what did he do to deserve such a loving partner that was you?

The music came to an end and he let go of you, taking your delicate hand and leaning down to press a final kiss on the back of your fingers, officially ending today's first dance.

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aqualesha · 3 days

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Just like snow white

yandere!Scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis | Scaramouche came home to you after a long day at work.

content | heavy angst

cw | indicated death, indications of choking

a/n | wrote this some time ago and now i'm like "why not publish it", so here it is.

art credit | @/lekale_juice on X

"I'm home, darling."

Scaramouche announced his arrival, his voice cutting through the eerie silence. The sound of the door closing followed shortly after.

"Where are you, dear?"

His figure was soon visible at the bathroom's doorframe and there he saw your body, bathed in the foamy water that long turned cold.

"There you are."

He neared the bland bathtub and kneeled beside it, gently taking ahold of your hand and caressing the back with his thumb.

"Did you miss me, darling?"

He smiled softly, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a small kiss on it. His question was only met with a deafening silence.

"Oh. Are you still mad at me for leaving so early today?"

He hummed, looking up to see your blank expression, your eyes unblinkingly staring at the ceiling above. He moved his other hand and cupped your cheek.

"Come on, darling, don't be mad. You can't stay mad at me forever."

Silence.

He sighed softly, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes moved along the bare body of yours, head to toe, before up to your head again. His eyes stopped at the pretty neck of yours twice. Your neck which was tainted red and purple. With his twisted love only, of course.

"It seems that no matter how many showers and baths you take, these stains still remain. But that's fine. It just shows that you're mine and mine only."

His slender fingers traced the mostly dark purple marks. His hands oddly fitted right ontop of them, as if it was made by his hands... Oh.

"You're gorgeous."

The unforgiving silence was loud. Way too loud. He stood up and drained the water, before getting a towel and covering your wet body in it. Then he moved his hand under your knees and placed his other arm around your back, carrying you bridal-style out of the bathtub. Your arms fall limp to your sides, as he moved your head to lean against his chest.

"Let's get you to bed, dear. You seem out of it today."

He pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead and carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you on the soft cushions that once comforted the both of you with your warmth. He dried your body with gentle presses of the towel, careful to not use too much pressure. You disliked pain, he remembered. Soon, you were dressed in comfortable and light clothing, befitting of nightly rest.

"It's nice that you don't resist my help for once."

He hummed happily, before pulling the blanket over your unmoving body. His hand moved a few stray strands of hair out of your face, before delicately closing your eyes with his fingers. You wouldn't have allowed that yesterday. Actually, you wouldn't have allowed that on any other day. But you didn't resist. You couldn't resist. He places your hands over your stomache, as you lay there. Just like the pretty princesses you read about in story books. You've dreamt of becoming a princess when you were young and now you were one. His pretty princess.

"Rest well, darling."

He whispered, which fell onto deaf ears. His eyes trailed back to your neck and his hand caressed the dark handprints he left on your pretty neck.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll forgive me."

He smiled and stood up straight, leaving your lifeless body to lay in the freezing sheets of blankets.

If only you didn't resist his love... Maybe then you would have lived to see another day.

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aqualesha · 3 days

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Give me back my body!

Scaramouche x afab!reader

synopsis | Reader, an alchemist of Sumeru, was assigned to tend to the broken puppet that was Scaramouche. Sadly, not all things always go as planned and disasters are bound to happen.

content | chaotic mess with a sprinkle of fluff

cw | a few curses, fondling breasts ig

a/n | I never intended to write anything, but I can't get the ideas out of my head... So feast upon this, scaranation! (pls don't bully me, my grammar and spelling might be shitty, English ain't my first language)

"Gather more ingredients, check up on the plants, pay the scribe a visit... What else? Ah, meet the Traveler at Puspa Café."

You mumbled under your breath and quickly wrote everything down in the small notebook you held in your hands. As an advanced alchemist, you had a lot of things you had to do and many people needed your presence. And as a busy person, you hated it when people don't ask for your help in advance. You liked to have your things planned out and schedules for your days, weeks and perhaps even months before the events actually happen.

But who were you to refuse if your beloved archon, the one you should have saved much earlier than just a few days ago, asks for your time and help in taking care of the fallen false god that is Scaramouche? You could never refuse Lesser Lord Kusanali. That's how it lead to today, on your way on the all-too-familiar path to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

Of course, you had a lot of work to do. But a ten minute daily visit wouldn't disrupt your schedules too badly. That's what you thought, before opening the doors to his confined room and seeing him holding up your test tubes that contained various of important liquids with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Don't touch that!" you cried out in panic. Scaramouche turned his head to you, when he heard your loud and shrill voice, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh? And why is that? Is it because they might be some kind of healing potions that you shouldn't use on the bad and evil prisoner that is a Harbinger?" he taunted you, holding up two testtubes of different colours and swirling them around in their glasses. He might've been defeated by the likes of the Traveler and a childlike god, but his attitude and sassiness won't disappear into thin air with just one loss.

"You know full well that this isn't true." you huffed with an exasperated sigh, carefully nearing his figure. But with each step you took, he raised the testtubes higher in the air, threatening to spill them on the floor. What you said was true though, you stored the important liquids, the substances you made to heal this broken puppet, in your lab. And since you had to check up on him daily, you thought why not multitask and make a few alchemicals you needed the next weeks? Though you didn't anticipate that he'd be interested in them if you ever forget to bring them home. He really was a menace to society.

Scaramouche kept on lifting them higher and tilting them closer to the ground. "I wonder... Do I have anything to gain from listening to you?" he hummed in faux contemplation, "Right! I don't."

With that said, he lifted them up and tilted the tubes slightly to let one drop fall to the floor. You, who watched him with wide eyes, instantly sprinted forward to try and stop him from spilling more of its contents. What you didn't expect, was that Scaramouche's body was still weak after the fight. So when you did grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him, he let go in surprise, spilling the liquid over the two of you, who were tumbling down to the floor. The moment you opened your eyes was when you were greeted by... your own face?

You instantly sat up and felt a sting in your lower abdomen, pressing your hand against it in an attempt to ease the pain. You looked at the boy next to you, no, your body next to you, before looking down at yourself and seeing the purplish, black attire with widened eyes. You were not in your own body anymore.

"Ugh... My head hurts." your feminine voice complained, holding your hand up to your head. "What the fuck, why is my voice so high?" he cursed with your mouth, before looking up to see his own face right infront of him with bated breath. You are smart, so you were quick to catch up with the current situation.

"I told you not to touch my things!" you yelled out in anger, "Look at this mess! We've switched our bodies, because of your carelessness!" you scolded him. Your his eyebrows were knitted together in wrath. You were a busy person and had many things you still needed to do today, but you couldn't do that when you're not in your own body! Now it was your job to fix this mess.

A light laugh left his your lips. "So that's what has happened?" he huffs and stand up, dusting off the white labcoat of yours, before he titled his head. You watched him in confusion as he stopped in his movements altogether, wondering what he's thinking right now.

Then with your hands did he poke at your chest with wonder and surprise. "You're much flatter than you look." he commented nonchalantly, while continuing to fondle your chest. If you were still in your body, you would've flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation. But fortunately or unfortunately for you, since you're now in Scaramouche's body, you couldn't blush.

Instead, you stood up and took his hands away from your chest, glaring at him. "Stop touching my body like that! That is still my body you're occupying right now!" you remarked in a sharp tone. But he was quick to slap your weak hand away. No, his hand away! This was all too confusing.

"What's the matter anyways? It's my body right now, isn't it?" he reasoned, tilting his head with a smug smirk on his face. On your face. "I've lived long enough to have seen and touched female body parts anyways. Your body is nothing special." he huffed dismissively, crossing his arms above his chest.

"Well that's not what matters here! I don't want you to touch yourself when you're in my body." you explained yourself, giving him a nasty glare. "I have to fix this mess..." you grumbled under your breath, a hand covering your mouth as you paced around the room to think of a solution. Scaramouche only watched you struggle with a bored look on his face, before his face lit up with an idea.

"While you're racking your brain, trying to find a solution, why don't I just... go out and walk around in your body for the day, hm?"

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you leave with my body to cause disasters outside. You're staying inside, while I go and acquire the necessary materials to fix this mess."

"Nope. I'm not going to stay here just because you said so." he retorted venomously. He was not going to sit here all day, when he found a new body and new strength to wander around this big place that is Sumeru. He had a new identity anyways and he badly needed an escape. Just for today. "Going out looking like me is a bad, bad idea. You have my face now. The big, bad criminal of Sumeru, the false god that tried to take over their archon's place... I wonder who would sell someone like you anything at all." and you knew he was right. Now that Nahida has rightfully taken her place as the dendro archon, Scaramouche was to be known as the bad guy all over Sumeru. No one would help a criminal. No one would talk to a criminal. No one would ever even look at a criminal. You had little to no options to choose from.

"How about we make a deal? You'll take me with you and I'll handle the people and help you out with fixing all of this." he hummed with a faux innocent smile. The compromise was good enough anyway. So with a heavy sigh, you agreed to this deal and dragged him with you along your small 'adventure'.

"What's this? Your secret base?" Scaramouche scoffed while looking around in your simple and small greenhouse. It was relatively well hidden from public eye, since wild animals broke in and trampled over your plants a couple of times already. "Yes, I'll brew my potions and poisons here." you replied sarcastically, kneeling down and caring for a few of your plants.

Your plants helped you a lot with your research and your alchemical substances, so you tended to them almost daily with great care. Originally, you two were at your lab to grab a few items you needed, but you couldn't help, but try to atleast keep up a little with your schedule.

Scaramouche watched as you used his body to take care of your plants. The soft and caring look you displayed on his face disgusted him a lot, yet he could feel a slight sting in his heart. Your heart. He held one hand above your chest, at the area where your heart beated steadily in a soothing rhythm. Oh, how he had wished for this feeling as well. How much he yearned to hear his own heartbeat as well...

"Ugh, it still isn't growing..." you muttered under you breath, snapping him out of his daydream. He looked over to your crouched figure, seeing you tend to withering dendrobiums, wondering why they weren't growing like every other plant. You just recently bought a few Inazuman plants to grow and experiment with, but you had little to no idea on how to care for them. So you've been trying, testing out different methods on how to keep them alive. Yet, every attempt has ended in failure up until now.

You were about to plug them out of the dirt to plant new ones, but Scaramouche was quick to stop you by grabbing your wrist. "That's not how you take care of them." he told you and took the pot out of your hand's reach with a surprising amount of care. He walked over to a lightly shaded area and placed the flower next to window, where the sun couldn't quite reach the plant. "Where's your watering can?" he asked you, his back still turned to you. Not able to fully comprehend what just happened, you wordlessly watched him relocate the plant, your mind still trying to process the situation.

As he gained no response from you, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. "What?" he snapped threateningly. Though it wasn't that effective when he used her face and voice to threaten her. "Nothing." you respond, acting nonchalant about it and standing up, before taking a watering can from the other corner of the small greenhouse and handing it to him. "Just a bit surprised that you know how to take care of plants." you admitted, watching as he took the can and gently fed the dendrobium with an adequate amount of water.

"Why? Because I'm a former Fatui Harbinger?" he mused, eyes focused on the plant before him, before placing the watering can next to the pot and connecting their gazes with eachother. "Is a Harbinger not allowed to have basic knowledge of plants?" he narrowed his eyes at you, glaring into right at you.

"That's not what I said."

"But that's what you thought."

"You said that, not me. Anyways-! How do you take care of dendrobiums then? Teach me, sensei."

You teased him a little, ending your small bicker, as a small smile grazee your lips, finding the moment quite amusing. You watch him continue caring for the flower, while also lecturing you about how to properly take care of the dendrobiums.

After leaving your lab, you two were walking around in Sumeru City, a few places in mind that you needed to visit for the appropriate ingredients. They were headed to the goods shop to buy a few Harra Fruits and Zaytun Peaches, when they saw the Traveler and Paimon at the alchemy table. You remembered that you were supposed to meet them at Puspa Café soon, so you walked up to them to inform the two of your situation.

"Traveler!" you called out to them, waving your hand while walking up to them. Scaramouche begrudgingly followed behind. "The Balladeer!" Paimon screeched, flying a bit back at your appearance, before her eyes trailed over to Scaramouche, "And [name]!" she switched her tone up real fast. The traveler, in response, became much more guarded, readying their sword incase you, who they thought was the Balladeer, tried to attack.

"Hah! Funny how the sight of me seems to always make you tense up." Scaramouche chimed in, slowly nearing the three in prideful steps. It all seemed weird in Paimon's and Traveler's eyes, seeing how you were acting. "Relax, will you? I'm out here on an errand. I don't have time for you." The cold and sadistic tone and the mocking smile on your face just didn't correspond with your personality. It alerted the Traveler's suspicion, as they narrowed their eyes at you two.

"I'm sorry about him. And to clear up your confusion, some of my alchemicals were spilled and we kind of switched bodies. Now I'm trying to gather some ingredients to revert back this disaster." you explained shortly, not in the mood for long explanations. You wanted to get this over with already. The traveler obviously seemed to understand that and nodded their head. "So you're not able to meet me at Puspa Café today?" they asked, just to be sure, to which you shook your head.

"What?! But I wanted to try their new Baklava recipe!" Paimon stomped the air with a pout on her face. "What are you? A glutton?" Scaramouche snapped at her in return only to receive a hit by yours truly and an offended gasp by the flying companion. He let out a small 'ow' and rubbed his arm. Your body was quite weak, he thought, but didn't word it out.

"Sorry. I'll make it up to you another time. I'll even pay for the meal." you compromised quickly and pulled Scaramouche along, before he could retort another feisty comment. "We'll need to go now, see you another time!" and with that, you two walked to the goods shop.

The goods shop was only two minute walk from where you just talked to the Traveler, so it wasn't long before you arrived there. You quickly let your eyes scan through the items, before walking over to strike up a conversation with Hamawi, the owner of the shop.

"Hey Ha-" before you could even continue, Scaramouche slapped his hand over your mouth, a small polite smile on his face, as he looked at the owner. You were about to complain to him, when you noticed the nasty glare the old man threw you. You were still in Scaramouche's body afterall.

"I apologize for him, boss. You see, Lesser Lord Kusanali assigned me to take him outside for the day." he smoothly lied with the ever-so-friendly smile on his face. "We should all be considerate to our prisoners, they deserve a little freedom in our country as well, no?" the old man only hummed in response, not entirely approving of the idea, but not daring to question the archon's decision.

"I see... What might you need today, [name]?" Hamawi asked, his glare turning into a calm smile, as his gaze switched from you to Scaramouche. "Just a few Zaytun Peaches and Harra Fruits. The freshest if possible."

The shop owner did as requested and packed a few up, insisting that they needn't pay for it, since it's been a long time since you've visited him. He told you to come again soon, before Scaramouche pulled you away to get back to the Sanctuary of Susthana.

The glare you received from Hamawi didn't leave you mind. It this how many people looked upon him? Of course it was understandable that many had a grudge against him, but he was officially defeated and taken in by their god. Is it so hard to accept that? Those glares haunted your mind. You've never seen people you interact with on daily basis to have such a side to them. Such a hateful expression.

"Stop thinking about it. I've seen much nastier glares than that old man's. You don't want to know just how many of my subordinates hated and feared me at the same time. They were all the same. Their glares I mean." his dry laugh snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality as you stared into his back with a conflicted gaze. "I see..." you mumbled under your breath, feeling quite bad for him now. Even his subordinate's disliked him, because of his spiteful attitude.

"Ugh, it's not working!" you grumbled under your breath, slamming your head against the table, while Scaramouche sat on the bed he used to occupy with the broken body of his. "Stop abusing my body." he huffed, watching as you desperately tried to come to a solution.

"Then stop touching my body!" you retorted, turning your head to glare at him, as he kept on poking your chest. He couldn't help it, your chest was incredibly soft and your heartbeat kind of calmed him down a little. Though he'd rather die than admit it. "Your body isn't as reactive as human bodys anyway, so a slam on the table should be nothing to worry about." you grumbled and turned to work to make a solution.

You were already quite tired already, given all the stress and brainstorming you've been doing. And to add to all of that, Scaramouche's body wasn't in a pristine condition. You had quite the hard time to stay awake at all, but you pushed yourself further, since you disliked the current situation a lot. You just wanted to get back into your own body. Although you tried to conceal your exhaustion, nothing escapes Scaramouche's sharp eyes. He noticed how your body slouched forward from time to time and how your eyelids seemed to close for longer than just a simple blink. And obviously, he knew that his own body couldn't handle a lot right now. They've been outside almost the whole day, his body's energy should be spent. Yet there you are, pushing yourself and trying to solve the mess he created.

If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest. But it was you who we're talking about. You had a strange kind of aura that just pulled him to you. He caught himself softening in your presence for few times too often. And he also felt a bit guilty about the matter. Nahida has assigned her to tend to his wounds and she did her work diligently, discarding all of her own contempt just to help him.

A sigh escaped his lips, before he stood up and walked over to your slouched form. "Take a break." he said, pulling your figure up from the chair. You weakly tried to pull away, determined to find the cure to your own alchemy, but his grip was rather strong. "You obviously can't concentrate right now with that overworked brain of yours." he huffed, stating the obvious, while also harshly poking his index finger onto your forehead. Then he firmly took your wrist and pulled you over to the bed he sat on just seconds ago.

"I'm not done yet... I can still finish this..." you tried fighting against his iron grip, but failed miserably. He just pushed you down to lay on the bed, before walking back to the desk you were working on. The soft cushions of the mattress encouraged your current body to let exhaustion take over. Your eyes drooped, before eventually falling asleep. The last thing you saw was him attentively reading through the notes you've taken on the previous fails.

The next morning was when you woke up, laying in the bed you fell asleep on last night. Next to you laid Scaramouche, sleeping with no sounds at all, since he didn't need to breathe as a puppet. Wait-

You sat up from your position, looking down at your own hands and attire to find yourself in your own body, still in the labcoat from yesterday. "He actually succeeded...?" you thought, looking down next to you, where he was still sleeping. Your movements caused him to slightly stirr in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing together. Now that you looked closely, he was kind of cute-

He honestly looked like he's having nightmare of some sort, but you couldn't be too sure. His body didn't produce sweat like humans did nor did he tremble. But his expression said a lot. You gently placed your hand above his eyes to cover them from the light that was shining down upon him, thinking that maybe it was the sunlight disturbing his sleep. He actually calmed down a bit, his expression relaxing under your touch, not because of the sunlight. But you didn't need to know that. Not yet atleast.

You quickly snapped out of it and stood up from the bed to find an empty testtube on the floor. You picked it up and walked over to the desk he had been working on and saw various ingredients all over the place. The one ingredient that stuck out to you were the red petals that laid near your noteblock.

You picked up the notes and saw his messily written handwriting about the different ingredients he tried, the many things he crossed out and all the protocols he wrote to keep track of the experiments. The last thing he wrote down was a list of ingredients, possibly the substance that worked. Dendrobiums.

"So dendrobiums were the secret ingredient to all this..." you muttered under your breath, while looking over to his sleeping figure. You thought about waking him up and thanking him, but decided against it. He deserved to rest.

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Dark Reality (Filler)

Scaramouche x kitsune!fem!reader

synopsis | After all these years, you see your beloved enemy once more. And again, you two stand on opposing sides.

content | angst... i think

cw | none

a/c | @/ike_0910 on X (twt)

taglist | @ayanasss, @kunisnaomi, @swivy123, @blacky-rose, @cottencandysky, @i-ineedhelp, @vixialuvs, @shutingstar, @ashfrommars4

a/n | a small filler for Flashing memories bcz the support has been overwhelming and it doesn't seem like it's winning my 300 follower poll 😭

If you haven't read the previous parts before, I strongly advise you to! Links are right here:

Flashing memories (1) + (1.5) here!

"THE WRATH OF THE GODS FILLS THIS FACTORY, and it feeds on your anger..." a husky laugh accompanied these words, as the Balladeer neared the traveller in slow steps. The traveller fell to the ground, their eyes closing as they struggled to keep themselves awake.

"Ah, what's happening..." Paimon immediately flew down to the traveller, shaking their arm frantically, "Get up...!" she yells panic-stricken. Their breaths were erratic, uneven as they tried to keep their eyes open, before they saw a figure walk ahead of their fallen figure. And soon their eyes closed.

Scaramouche tilted his head as he saw a woman approaching, clothed in a typical shrine maiden's attire and a mask of a fox covered her face. But he knew who it was. He could recognise you from anywhere, after all. You recognised him as well, the corners of your lips tugging downwards. After all these years, you two had to meet yet again. Paimon looked over to you, confused why you, Yae Miko's right hand, was here.

"Well if it isn't my beloved." he chuckles, crossing his arms as he stared at you. The mask only covered half of your face, the lower half was on full display for him, "Isn't it a wondrous meeting? We're fated to cross paths, aren't we, darling?" he smirked, his sharp gazes digging into the mask you wore. Then his smirk dropped, a scowl replacing his features. "What do you want?"

"Miss Tsuki? Do... do you know him?" Paimon flew over to hide behind your left shoulder, holding tightly onto the fabric of your clothes as she whispers not so quietly. You remain silent, glancing at her for a while before turning your gaze back to Scaramouche. "We... were acquaintanted a long time ago."

"Acquainted? Have you already forgotten all our lovely memories together?" he scoffed, "Or do you simply wish to forget me?" he knew you too well... or maybe he just guessed right. But you didn't let that faze you. You truly wished to bury those memories back deep into the forgotten corner of your mind. If it only were so simple.

"Hey! Don't talk to miss Tsuki like that! She would never ever hang out with an evil Harbinger like you!" the little fairy by your side jumped up from behind your figure to protect you, but was quickly shut down by the wrathful indigo that met her eyes. "'Tsuki', huh?" he scoffed once more, followed by an amused chuckle, "Since when did you go by such a distasteful name? Did that fox woman give it to you? I wonder..."

He paused, faking an expression as if he was deep in his thoughts, before muttering out your true name. The one he had given you all those years ago. "Did you not like that name?" he hummed, asking it as if it was a genuine question, "Nevermind that, makes it much more bearable to know you're not hopelessly clinging to that silly past."

"What do you want from the traveller?" you cut him off, not wanting to listen to his rambles. You did not need another reminder of what once was and what shall never be again. "Straight to the point, aren't you? I thought you might want to chat with me a bit longer. I suppose not." he faked a sigh, "I'm only here to kill the traveller."

Paimon shrieked in response, but you quickly shut her up. "I can't let you do that. I need them for something important." you reply, leaving out the fact that you were send by Yae Miko. She must've had a hunch that Scaramouche was involved in this damned factory or else she wouldn't have given you this important task of retrieving the traveller.

"As if I'd hand them over to you that easily." he smiles at you tauntingly. He opened his fist, a flicker of Electro created by his delusion danced across the palm of his hand. "You'll have to fight me if you're bold enough." he remarks, narrowing his eyes at your figure. In terms of power, you knew you couldn't beat him. Miko has already informed you about the Doctor breaking the seal to Scaramouche's abilites.

But you came prepared.

"I'm not searching for a fight. I'm here to trade with you." you say, hand reaching into your sleeve, before pulling out the gnosis. The one thing he was aiming for all his life. And now you held it in your possession right before his very being. He narrowed his eyes even further at the item in your hand. That was all he needed to achieve his purpose...

"I'll trade the traveller's life for the Electro gnosis." you spoke confidently, waiting for his reaction. He remained quiet, before a chuckle escaped his lips. It didn't take long for him to burst into a laughter of amusement. You furrowed your eyebrows behind the mask you wore, confused why he was laughing.

Once he calmed down, his indigo hues land back on your mask. "To think that the person I've abandoned becomes the one who's the most useful to me..." he mutters, a smirk adorning his lips as he reached out to take the gnosis from you. "I'll take you up on that deal. Now hand it to me."

You hesitated a bit. You weren't sure why Miko would ask you to trade the gnosis for the traveller's life. After all, this small chess piece held overwhelming powers... to trade it for the life of an outlander didn't seem beneficial to you. But you did as told anyways, throwing the gnosis over to him, as Scaramouche swiftly caught it with his hand.

Paimon watched this trade happen with wide eyes, but when she saw you giving the sign to leave, she did as asked. "I've brought two of my people with me. They are standing outside on guard, so be a dear and notify them to help carry the traveller." you tell her and she quickly flew out on your command.

Your turn your back to him to check up on the traveller, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible since you'd rather not spend another second here with him. But he stopped you, before you could take even a single step. "Who said I'd let you leave this place alive? I only traded the traveller's life for this gnosis, not yours." he said and you freeze in your place. A miscalculation, one might say... you didn't expect him to be this aggressive after already getting what he had come for.

You turn back around, glaring at him behind your mask. "What do you want from me this time?" you questioned him. He merely chuckled in response, taking a few steps closer to you. "Not so feisty, 'Tsuki'." he called you by that name mockingly, "Let's make another deal." he suggested, analysing your face for any reaction.

You pursed your lips, your nerves getting to your head but you didn't let it show. With bated breath, you prepared yourself for his next words or actions he might take. If he intended to kill you, you wouldn't go down without a fight.

"How about you come back to me?" he finally says, a hint of a soft tone was audible, layered underneath his usual cold one. It was a question you've longed to hear all those years ago... how long have you been dreaming to go back to him, to have him embrace you and have him tell you he never meant what he had said back then. You were tempted to... but you couldn't. You knew you shouldn't, your heart was squeezing ever so tightly in your chest.

This question came five hundred years too late. And so you knew your answer. "I'd rather die." you lie skillfully, your hands clenching tensely. And this time he bought your lie, his arms dropping to his sides, before he lets out a sigh. "I've figured." he says, before staring at you with cold eyes. "Then take off your mask. Let me see your face one last time and I'll let you off."

Silence surrounded the two of you once more. You didn't want him to see your visage, because you knew that he was able read your expression all too well. But you still have things to do and goals to accomplish before you could die peacefully. So your hand reluctantly reached up to your face, your fingers curling around your wooden texture, before slowly taking it off and revealing your face to him. The familiar face that he once knew and loved.

A face that seemed to have always smiled at him whenever he looked at it. A welcoming expression that always forgave him for anything and everything. Or that's how he had remembered it in his memories. That's what they all were now... mere memories. Because right now, your eyes looked pained and hateful. And these emotions were all directed towards him.

Before any words could be uttered, Paimon flew back inside with two men behind her. They quickly picked up the traveller, before being ushered out by the little fairy. You turn around again, your back facing him and you left him standing in that lonely factory, leaving this place without another word.

Outside that wretched cave, you breathe in the fresh air surrounding you. You had to stay rational, but your heart kept clenching with each step away from him. You wanted to go back oh-so-badly, to jump into his arms and reassure yourself that everything is fine again. That everything is good and that nothing will destroy the relationship you two had. But you knew that this wasn't some fairy tale.

You glanced back at the factory again, gazing at it longingly, before ultimately turning back to complete your task and fulfill your duties. That was when a cryo vision formed right before your eyes, the orb glowing strongly as it descended from the sky and into the palm of your hand. As you found yourself in a crossroad of decisions, this vision drove you to look back one more time at the place where Scaramouche still was. And you decided that you'll continue on your own path, hoping that this won't be the last time you two cross roads...

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A sigh escaped his lips, as Scaramouche turned to make his escape as well. He had been bluffing the whole time... He knew all too well that he didn't have it in him to actually lay even a finger on you. It was just like back then, when you two met during his rampage at the Raiden Gokaden. He just couldn't kill you even if he wanted to...

The Harbinger ran his fingers through his indigo locks. He must've been crazy to ask you to come back to him... but it was alright, at least he was able to get something out of this. To see your face one last time before he'll ascend to godhood. Soon he'll become an almighty being and all will be well again. Everything will be alright again and he'll get you back eventually, no matter the cost...

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3 months and counting

[modern au! scaramouche x gn! reader]

cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, hints at suicide, probably unhealthy coping methods idk

The taste of bitter coffee and overly sweetened scent of dandelion tea lingered, lingered for a little longer than he liked.

Wilted flowers lay by a small vase of fresh ones. The pile of dead flowers seemed to grow bigger with each passing day.

The house was dim, with the only source of light being a weakly lit candle surrounded by empty dishes and untouched cutlery on the dining table. For a place that had felt so big not too long ago, it suddenly seemed to be so small.

Scaramouche hummed quietly to himself as he gently dusted at the debris that clung onto the picture frames. His touch was delicate as his fingers brush against the cold glass. The tune he has been singing echoed off the walls, traveling down the silent hallway.

How long has it been? He wonders.

Three days? A week? Two weeks? Scaramouche had long lost count.

Once he was sure that the picture frame was clean, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. In this empty house, the only thing that stood out most was the wall of what Scaramouche called ‘memories’. Golden frames surrounded photos of all kind, taken by you and hung by him.

He misses you.

On most days, Scaramouche would stay huddle in what once was a shared bedroom, buried deep beneath the blankets, scrolling through past messages. Dark circles heavily marked his under eyes, a stark contrast to his porcelain pale skin.

For the first month, he was a utter mess. Unable to process the tragic news of your sudden death.

It had just felt like yesterday, when the two of you were just out on a date, laughing and giggling.

The world was mocking him, taunting and laughing, watching the hallow shell of the man he once was as he stood there alone in the cemetery. Flowers previously placed by your grave was removed and tossed away, replaced by a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers.

The night you were buried under the willow tree, was the only night he had ever worked up the courage to sit by your grave, and wallow in the despair.

“I miss you,” the three words etched into his mind, quietly spoken into the empty void.

What about the plans you’ve made with him? The promises of a happy ending, a beautiful future.

Gone… all gone, far too soon.

“Will we get a cat too?” your voice was eager, full of hope.

Scaramouche smiled and pressed a small kiss to your temple. “Whatever you want.”

You giggled. “Let’s get a black cat then. I can see the resemblance between you and them.”

“Hey,” he whined.

You beamed up at him. “I love you.”

How he wished time could’ve stopped right there and then, allowing that precious moment to last for an eternity.

“I love you too.”

God, it was so fucking unfair. Why did you have to be the one to die?

It could’ve been anyone else, but you just had to be there at the wrong time.

He slumped down on the empty couch, cushions and throw blankets sitting in the same spot as before. Scaramouche didn’t dare touch anything. He was scared— terrified that if he even so as much move anything a centimeter away, he’ll lose the remaining parts of you that he had so desperately been trying to cling onto.

Scaramouche had already lost you once, he couldn’t lose you for a second time.

The soft golden glow of the ceiling lights flickered in and out for a brief moment, a sign that the electrical bill was long overdue. It was fortunate enough that the landlord took pity upon him and gave Scaramouche an extension to pay his bills.

3 months.

It’s been three whole months since the accident. Three months since he’s shut himself off from the outside world. Three months he spend crying and grieving, fantasizing scenarios of you and him. He knows it’ll never come true, but he can only hope.

Head barely above water, the bits of hope he has is all that’s supporting his weight, preventing him from drowning. Yet as the clock moves, he finds himself sinking lower and lower.

Two hollow knocks to his door startled him out of his trancelike state. “Who,” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

When the answer was delivered with another two knocks, he spoke louder. “What.”

“Scaramouche,” the muffled voice of Childe floated through the thick wood. “Open the door.”

He scowled, body already moving before his mind had even processed Childe’s words. The door cracked open with a soft creak, a silver of the sunlight spilling into the dark house. Scaramouche squeezed his eyes closed, momentarily blinded by the light. It’s been so long since he’s seen the sun.

Childe’s shadow stepped in and blocked out the light. He gave Scaramouche a tired smile. “Archons you look like shit.”

Scaramouche said nothing and kept his silent gaze on him.

The ginger sighed. “I was hoping you’d come visit… them, with us.”

There were no names mentioned, yet Scaramouche almost instantly knew who Childe was referring to. He felt his body tense up.

“Look, I’m not trying to force you or anything, but we all miss them, and you too, ‘mouche… you haven’t talked with any of us in three month now.”

Guilt gnawed at his heart, eating away yet another piece.

He hadn’t meant to neglect his friends. None of the things he was doing was intentional.

“… I’m sorry,” he whispered, lowering his gaze, unable to keep eye contact with Childe. He fear that if he continued, tears would begin to formulate, and there’d be nothing to stop them from flowing.

“Mind if I come in?” Childe’s voice softened.

Scaramouche felt tears prickling at his eyes. Childe placed one hand on his shoulder, gently giving a pat— and that was what finally broke him. The water droplets fell uncontrollably, rolling down his cheeks. A pitiful sight to behold.

Childe pulled him into a hug and remained quiet. There wasn’t much he could say to comfort Scaramouche’s pain. Everyone was still grieving, him included.

His quiet sniffles slowly died down. Just this one time, he thought to himself, wiping away at a tear. It’s the least he can do.

“Let me get my things,” Scaramouche’s voice was hoarse. A pain-like expression was scrawled across his features as he pulled away from Childe and step back into the shadows of his home.

There wasn’t much he needed to do to get ready. He’d given up on life the moment he was given the news that you didn’t make it. Why he had been fighting for so long, he didn’t understand.

He threw on a simple black cardigan, it was a handmade gift from you to him. In your words, it took you a week and a half to make it— “i hope you’ll like it,” you said sheepishly.

Of course he’ll love it. Cherish it even till death.

He took in a deep breath and went to look for Childe. The medications stored in his pockets jangled against the hard plastic with each step he took.

The last strands of hope snapped, and he sunk. Bubbles floating to the surface as his darkened silhouette slowly disappeared under the void of water.

Tonight, he decided. Tonight, he’ll be able to see you again.

The lights sputtered out as Scaramouche flipped the switch. With the last bits of power it has, the lights illuminated the series of letter sprawled across the glass coffee table— each one address to someone dear to him.

Then it all went dark.

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Flashing memories 1.5

Scaramouche x kitsune!fem!reader

synopsis | The following years after Scaramouche abandoned you were... hard. You dared not to forget him. So what happens when you cross paths once more?

content | angst

cw | mentions of death, corpses, blood

taglist | @ayanasss

a/n | a short drabble to break your hearts, bcz I'm listening to sad songs rn but I think it isn't as bad as the first one 😗

part one

"FOCUS, LITTLE ONE. You don't want to disappoint, do you?" Miko's voice rung through your head as you snapped out of your thoughts. You looked up to see the woman who had gracefully took you in when you were at your worst.

She wasn't as bad as Kabukimono had described. She was nicer. Although she seemed to always have a sly plan at hand and a cheeky grin adorning her lips. Working at the shrine by her side has taught you a lot of things, especially since she was one of your kin.

Miko was knowledgeable, even though you were sure you two were about the same age, since both of you only one fox tail as of now. You never bothered to question her source of knowledge, deciding to trust her since she did save you.

"Are you thinking about that boy again?" she continued speaking, circling your form as she fixed your posture. "Didn't you tell me you'll stop thinking about him? It's not like he will suddenly come back after fifty or so years to collect you." she reminded you with a sharp tone. But you know that she cared about you underneath that foxy facade.

"It's not that easy. I'm his familiar, after all." you bit back, trying to defend the last bit of pride you had within yourself. "Just because Ka— I mean, Scaramouche doesn't want me around, doesn't mean that I will be able to rest easy knowing I am useless to him."

"Oh my, now you're even searching for excuses..." Miko tuts, turning her back to you. "As long as you're thinking about that puppet as a saviour, you will never be able to master my techniques." You turn silent in return, knowing that she was right. As long as you love him, you will probably never forget him. And that means, you'll never be able to get stronger like you promised yourself to.

You parted your lips to speak, but she intercepted you. "We'll end it here today. I'll give you time to gather your thoughts." she said, walking towards the staircase, before turning her head to look over her shoulder. "I will be gone for the remainder of the day, so take care of the shrine for me, will you?" she didn't give you any time to answer, before she left.

Now you were busy cleaning up during the evening, using a broom to clean the path to the shrine. It was silent and quite peaceful, since most shrine maidens have already retired for the night. You were given time to think. The peace didn't last long though, when a injured man trudged towards the entrance calling for help from Miko.

"Guuji Yae! Guuji Yae, please help us!" he leaned against the tori gate, before falling to his knees. He was badly wounded, holding his left arm while looking around in panic. Then his eyes spotted you. "Oh thank god! You're Guuji Yae's assistant shrine maiden, right?!" he asked for confirmation.

You rushed over to him, looking over his injuries. "Yes, I am. What happened to you? You need to get your wounds tended to." you calmly state, while your eyes scanned his appearance. He looked like he was careless with himself... no. He must've been attacked.

"Someone— someone's attacked the Raiden Gokaden! He's going on a rampage and killing all our blade smiths, you have to help us! Where is Guuji Yae? We need soldiers!" he stumbled over his words, trying to convey his message while pointing to the distance place he came from.

You calmed him down with deep breaths, calling a shrine maiden over to help this man out while you interrogated him about further details. He couldn't describe much, just the destination and the manpower you'll need when facing the attacker.

You had to think... Miko wasn't here right now and the guards around Inazuma City won't listen to you, since you're known as 'just another shrine maiden'. You don't know where your mentor went when she was needed the most and you also couldn't ask the Shogun for help, since she doesn't receive guests nor requests.

You had to go by yourself now or more life will be endangered.

Once you made sure that the man was taken care of, you headed out, turning to into your kitsune form to get to your destination faster. The amount of dead bodies and the bloody scene shocked you more than you thought it would.

The place was littered with corpses and it reeked of death. You quickly made your way through to find any living beings. Someone to save. Someone who needed help. And then you saw them. On the ground, as a figure neared them in slow steps.

Since you are a kitsune, you were normally fast on your feet, separating the victim from the attacker in a protective stance. "Miss! You have to leave, this man is—" Your lips parted to speak, but you were stunned silent as soon as you laid eyes on the familiar face of him.

Your name slipped past his lips and you felt... nostalgic hearing it again. "So this is where you've been idling around all your time?" Kunikuzushi crossed his arms, a smirk displayed on his face as he neared you and the bladesmith on the ground.

You didn't budge, snapping out of your trance and glaring at him. "Kunikuzushi..." you mumbled his 'name', trying so hard to not give in into the temptation of jumping into his arms. He had abandoned you, you told yourself. He had seen no worth in you like he said his creator did back then.

"Come on... aren't you happy to be seeing me? That glare doesn't suit your pretty face." he laughs. How could he... how could he kill so many people? He had so much blood on his hands now. Just what did the Fatui do to him? "You've—" you were about to respond, when he cut you off. Just like back then.

"A shrine maiden outfit doesn't look good on you." he continued his spiel. "Don't tell me you went to that damn fox lady for help? Her teachings are useless. I thought I told you to get good? Ah, right... I told you to not show yourself anymore. So why are you here?"

"I don't owe you an explanation nor can you tell me what to do. As soon as you've abandoned me here, we've lost our bond." you bit back. That was only the half-truth. You cannot 'lose' as much as break it by yourself. Either Kunikuzushi cuts it off or one of you dies. What has died though was your trust to him. And maybe also your love.

"You've grown bold. That's no good. No one wants a disobedient pet." his deep indigo eyes stare you down. "Still as useless as you were back then." he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, angling his arm to his hip. Your heart dropped the familiar words. "I didn't need you back then, but now I don't want you any longer knowing you've been taught by that woman. But it's not like I felt your absence during the time we were apart anyways."

After being abandoned by Kunikuzushi, you've always thought about him, asking yourself various questions. Questions you already knew the answer to, but you refused to face it. Was he thinking about you as well? Was he regretting his decisions? Was he better off without you? Or maybe he found another, more useful tool? Now that you're facing him, you're also facing the truth. The truth that he regarded you as worthless.

You wanted to get stronger, to show him you were better to be able to stand beside him again. But it seems as if he never even spared you a thought. Your heart clenched painfully as you gazed into his expression. He was thinking about something when he looked back into your eyes.

"Did you seriously think I've come back to get you?" he asked you. He was good at reading you expression. Too good. "I'm on a mission, now step away while I'm still sparing you. Or else it will get pretty ugly." he said, taking a step closer. The chimes in his hat jingle with his movements. Like a bell signifying the hour of death.

You helped the bladesmith stand up, pulling him behind you while walking backwards to escape him. You were sure you wouldn't be able to beat him. And with an injured person by your side you had to protect, you were also at a disadvantage.

"You there on the ground." he spoke, his irises trembling as he remembered that man's face. "Do you have a connection to Niwa?" he asked, glaring at the bladesmith's appearance. You turned your head slightly to glance at the guy and noticed that he did look like Niwa. The one who took you two in and helped you out... Kunikuzushi's 'second betrayal'.

"H-huh? N-niwa? I am— uh... Niwa is my father's surname... after my father disappeared the Kaedehara Clan adopted me..." the bladesmith answered, looking at the perpetrator with fear in his eyes.

Kunikuzushi paused, silence ensuing as he looked at the both of you. After a long period of silence, he turned around, the chimes ringing in your ears once more. "Tell her this. My name is Kunikuzushi." he said, walking away from this place as if he had no more motivation to finish what he started.

But you knew better. Deep down in your heart, you knew he has spared you two because of Niwa. Although he's now probably deceased, he had still protected you... your body relaxed and your arms fall back to your side as his figure disappeared in the horizon.

"M-miss—?"

"Please go back and help the injured people. I will call for help from the Shogunate Samurai." you say, turning to quietly walk away. You needed time to gather your thoughts. With each encounter with him, you just seemed to resent him even more. But you knew that you never could stop loving him. And that's what you've hated about yourself.

"M-my name is Kaedehara Yoshinori, please tell me your name, miss shrine maiden!" Yoshinori pleaded, wanting to at least know his saviour's name. You turned around once more, parting your lips once more, before closing it again.

"Please call me Tsuki." you answered finally. You couldn't tell him your real name... no, you wanted to abandon it. Abandon your past and your name behind yourself. Because being called by the name he had given you hurt. He shall be the only one to call you that. And maybe only then will that name never be uttered again.

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Heyy may I request something :3

Scara x kitsune fem reader where the reader was his past lover. They got separated and reunited after 500 years but reader forgot :( scara tries to rebuild the relationship with the help of Nahida cuz bro hasn’t felt such strong emotions in so long it’s hard for him to process it

Flashing memories

Kunikuzushi x kitsune!fem!reader

synopsis | Wanderer is regretting everything during the Irminsul flashback.

content | angst, hurt no real comfort

cw | cursing, hurtful words (?)

a/c | @/uglykao on Instagram

a/n | I know this was supposed to be like cute and all, but I'm building a story, just you wait!!

I'll try to make a part two, but I've been feeling so shitty the past week, first a fever and then period cramps 😭

btw this is my first time trying to write angst, I'm not feeling all too confident on this

"YOU DON'T SUPPORT ME, ALL YOU DO IS NAG AT MY FLAWS." Kabuki— no, Kunikuzushi had yelled at you, not bothering to keep his voice down. "I'm doing everything here to become the god you want to serve, the god that I was made to become. To take the place I shall rightfully claim."

He remembered everything now. The pictures flashing by so vividly before his eyes. How he had screamed at his lover, bursting out before her when all she did was worry for his wellbeing. He knew that you never needed him to become a god that you'd still do everything he wanted you to do because you were his familiar. He never meant for it to go this far.

"That is not true, I fully support you and I've always stood by your side, Kab—"

"Don't call me by that name. You're clinging onto the past so desperately it's pathetic. You're probably going to turn your back on me as soon as you get the chance to." he cut you off abruptly, not caring what you wanted to tell him. And don't you even dare interrupt him during his rant. "It's always 'Kabukimono don't—', 'Kabukimono wait—', you're my familiar, you're my fucking dog and I'm the owner and not the other way around, yet you act so damn clingy, it's no fucking wonder I never loved you. Fuck that, I was barely able to stand you trying to ask me about my day like a goddamn nuisance!"

You had stared back at him with those glassy eyes, shocked at his outburst and all those hurtful words he had said. It hadn't been long since he joined the Fatui and yet he was already a completely different person than the kabukimono you loved and treasured.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he sobs, trying so hard to not look away. If he did not accept the way he treated you, he might as well go back to being oblivious to everything. Because accepting himself as the person who had left you might as well be the first step to pay for his sins. The traveler and Paimon stood next to him, watching the scene with an aching heart. And the memory didn't stop there.

"You're always unhappy with me. I might be a puppet, but you're surely not the one holding the strings here, you're too weak to do so, no, I'm confident you wouldn't even be living if it weren't for me. You're a fucking brat getting herself in countless dangerous situation, hoping to get even an ounce of my attention and I always indulged you, because you could've been useful. But that's done. We are over. Who am I kidding, there was barely even a 'we' in first place, it was a delusion I took part in to satisfy you."

You stood there, tears rolling down your cheeks in response to his harsh words, but he had already turned his back to you. "Kunikuzushi, wait for me, I—"

"Don't fucking follow me. Don't fucking apologise and don't even try to save it. You're not coming back with me. Stay here, no, in fact you can go wherever you want to. Roam your homeland, go back to that sly woman, travel to other space, I don't care. Just don't come back to me until you've got my message into that thick skull of yours. I don't need your clingy presence by my side ever. I can't have someone as plain and stupid as you to be by my side to godhood. You do not reach the standards to stand beside me."

The memory showed him leaving her standing at the harbour as he boarded the ship to leave for Snezhnaya. He had abandoned her. He was the one no different from Niwa and all the others. All she ever did was love him unconditionally, even back when he was still known as the kabukimono. When he was the failure of a god, never did she leave his side. Wanderer was speechless at his own self. How selfish he was, how unfairly he had treated you. And now he dared to want you back. A new memory flashed by. This time during the battle to godhood.

Nahida had successfully removed the gnosis from his possession, even as he desperately tried to reach for it. He needed it. He'd go back to Inazuma and show you the divine god he has become. To impress you and maybe apologize if his pride allowed him to. But it all came shattering down as he fell out of the gigantic mecha.

He never admitted it, but he had missed you so much the past five hundred years. He hadn't dared to forget you, but he also never came back to beg for your forgiveness. But as he fell and closed his eyes, it felt like you were back by his side, embracing his form. Your warmth he had so dearly missed was enveloping him in a warm blanket, softening his fall. Maybe it was an illusion, but he snuggled into that warm feeling, holding onto it tightly before it slipped past his very fingers again.

That was his last memory that Irminsul had shown them.

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