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My Campfire

A comfort letter from Kazuha just for you.

花の香や

あるじなくさし

山桜

- Matsuo Bashō's

As I sit by the shorelines, with the waves as my only companion, my thoughts turn to you. I hope these words find you in a moment of peace and comfort, wrapped in the embrace of familiarity and warmth.

Picture this: you and me, sitting together under a blanket of stars, our laughter mingling with the crackling of the campfire. There's a sense of ease and contentment in the air, as if time itself has slowed down to savor this precious moment. Can you feel it too?

In the silence of the night, with only the gentle lapping of the waves and the flickering of the flames to accompany us, let's share our stories and dreams, our fears and hopes. There's no judgment here, only understanding and acceptance. Know that your words are safe with me, cherished and held close to my heart.

Life can be overwhelming at times, like a storm raging around us, threatening to engulf us in darkness. But amidst the chaos, there is a beacon of light, guiding us through the tumultuous seas. That light, my dear dove, is the bond we share, forged through shared experiences and unwavering support.

When the weight of the world becomes too much to bear, remember that I am here for you. Whether it's a listening ear, a comforting embrace, or simply a silent presence, know that you are not alone in your struggles. Together, we can weather any storm that comes our way, drawing strength from each other's resilience and courage.

So let's take a moment to breathe, to simply be in each other's company, finding solace in the simple pleasures of friendship. And as we gaze up at the stars, let us be reminded of the beauty and wonder that surround us, even in the darkest of times.

I'd love to write more, my dove, to bring you comfort and ease your worries with every word penned. Yet, there's a warmth in face-to-face connection that cannot be replicated on paper. Let's hold on to the promise of meeting soon, where our conversations can flow freely, wrapped in the intimacy of shared moments.

Until then, remember this: every time I see a star, I'm reminded of your radiant smile. It's a comfort in the dark, a guiding light that leads me back to you. Take care, my dear friend, and don't forget to smile, for your smile has the power to light up even the darkest of nights. Until our paths cross again, keep shining bright.

With warmth,

Kazuha.

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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.

A comfort letter from Scaramouche to you.

So, I've noticed you've been retreating into your mind more than usual lately. It's like you're doing a disappearing act even Houdini would envy. But hey, I get it. People are complicated creatures, and occasionally it feels safer to hide behind our thoughts than to face the chaos out there.

About this facade you've got going on. You know, the one where you're holding on to your inner child like it's a winning lottery ticket? It's almost comical how tightly you cling to it, as if someone's lurking around the corner waiting to snatch it away. Newsflash: nobody's taking it from you, dear.

Now, about those tears. I know, I know, crying is for the weak, right? Wrong. Even the toughest nuts crack sometimes. Take it from me, I've shed more tears than I care to admit, and yet here I am, still standing, still better as ever. You don't have to plaster on that smile 24/7, you know. Let those tears flow like a leaky faucet if you need to.

And speaking of tough times, let's talk about failure. It's not the end of the world, despite what your overactive brain might be telling you. Trust me, I've had my fair share of failures, and look at me now—still standing, scheming and myself.

So, when are you going to cut yourself some slack? Stop beating yourself up over things that are as out of your control as the weather. Tomorrow's just another day in the grand circus of life, and guess what? I'm your ringmaster, baby. You're not in this alone.

And those feelings you've been bottling up? Yeah, it's time to pop the cork and let 'em out. Trust me, it's like a pressure valve for the soul. Cry if you need to, scream into the void if you must. Just don't keep it all locked up inside. That's a recipe for disaster, believe me.

So, here's the deal: you're not alone in this. I've got your back, whether you're crying like a baby or plotting world domination (ugh just do it in moderation though). Just remember, it's okay to let your guard down once in a while. After all, even the sharpest swords need a little sharpening now and then.

Alright, let's wrap this up before I start growing a conscience or something equally absurd. Seriously, who knew pouring my heart out on paper could be so exhausting? I feel like I've been on a marathon run through a field of emotional landmines, and I'm not even wearing my running shoes.

But hey, if this little rant of mine manages to knock some sense into that stubborn head of yours, then I guess it's worth the carpal tunnel I'm bound to get from all this writing. Just promise me one thing: don't go making a habit out of this whole “feeling your feelings” nonsense. It's bad for my image.

So, there you have it. Consider this your one and only free pass to the sappy side of Scaramouche. Don't get used to it. Now go on, get out there and conquer the world, or cry yourself a river, whichever floats your boat. Just remember: you're not alone in this crazy circus we call life. I've got your back, whether you like it or not.

“It's okay, your world, and feelings are precious, so precious just like you are now.”

Fondly yours (don't make it a habit),

Scaramouche.

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#I have so many ideas and wips mostly inspired by the songs I listen to

#some will stay in wip basement for a while

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Clematis Whisper

Characters: Ivan x Till (Alien Stage)

Tags: Flower shop AU, no angst, no aliens, no round 6, just pure comfort and fluff of Ivan and Till.

A/N🍨: I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took Round 6 in the knee... I'm sleep deprived but this au shall exist to ease my mind

In the heart of a quaint suburban town nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, a charming little flower shop awaited the dawn, tended to with care by Till. With delicate movements paired with his rough palm, he trimmed the stems of vibrant blossoms, ensuring each petal was fresh and full of life. The soft murmur of a melody drifted through the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle hum of Till's voice as he worked, infusing the shop with a serene ambiance.

The golden rays of morning sunlight filtered through the lace curtains they bathed the shop in a warm casting dancing shadows upon the polished wooden floor. The air was sweet with the scent of roses and lilies, carrying whispers of a thousand dreams and secret wishes.

In the quiet stillness of the early hours, Till meticulously checked the inventory, ensuring that every bloom was accounted for and tenderly watered those in need of a little extra care. The cash register sat patiently, ready to greet the day's first customers with a cheerful chime.

Amidst the tranquility, a tiny steps with anticipation knowing that soon the shop would come alive with the laughter and chatter of visitors, each seeking to bring a touch of floral bouquet into their lives. With a smile, Till continued arranging a bouquet of clematis, destined to bring joy to its recipient at precisely 11 am.

As the clock chimed 11 am, a figure draped in a sleek black turtleneck, his hair meticulously styled, entered the shop. The gentle jingle of the bell announced Ivan's arrival, his stoic expression masking the warmth within.

“Till, I'm here.” Ivan spoke in his usual reserved tone, his presence commanding yet understated.

Till nodded in acknowledgment, a soft smile playing on his lips as he greeted his friend. “Ah, Ivan, it's wonderful to see you.” Till said, his voice carrying a warmth. “Your bouquet is ready. Allow me a moment to retrieve it for you.”

With a reassuring nod, Till went into the depths of the shop, his steps quiet and deliberate. Moments later, he returned cradling the meticulously crafted bouquet in his hands.

“Say Ivan, you've been buying flowers a lot recently. Mostly it's clematis. Is it your favorite flower?” Till asked, his curiosity piqued by Ivan's consistent choice.

Ivan's response was tinged with a quiet nostalgia. “Not necessarily my favorite.” he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of contemplation. “But there's something about clematis… They hold a special significance for me, a reminder of something… or someone.”

“Must be one lucky person, then? Good for you. Well then, like always don't forget to trim the stems at an angle, change the water every couple of days, and keep them away from direct sunlight to make the clematis last longer.” Till reminded Ivan, his voice gentle and reassuring as he recited the familiar care instructions.

As Till moved to attend to other tasks, Ivan's mind raced. He had assumed Till would catch on, but the realization that his subtle hints had gone unnoticed hit him like a wave. With a sigh, Ivan resolved to be more direct in the future, lest the opportunity slip away entirely.

“Yes, the person is indeed a lucky one,” Ivan replied, his surprise evident in the slight widening of his eyes. “And thank you for reminding me again about the flower care.”

The day ended well for Till, the gentle hum of the flower shop gradually fading into the tranquility of the evening as he made his way home. As he approached his doorstep, he noticed something improper – a single clematis, its delicate petals illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights, resting gracefully on his doorstep.

Till's heart skipped a beat as he picked up the flower, a small note nestled beneath its stem. With trembling hands, he unfolded the note with his eyes scanning the handwritten message:

“Till, you are the lucky person I mentioned earlier, and I hope this clematis serves as a reminder of the beauty and joy you bring into my life. With gratitude, Ivan.”

Till's heart soared with confusion as he read Ivan's heartfelt note, his cheeks flushed with warmth. For a moment, he stood there overwhelmed by the depth of Ivan's feelings.

But as reality slowly seeped back in, Till felt a sudden rush of emotions. He glanced around nervously, suddenly self-conscious of his emotional display on the doorstep.

With a quick shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Till composed himself and tucked the note safely into his pocket. Taking the clematis with him, he entered his house, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him.

Closing the door behind him, Till couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just shifted between him and Ivan. He settled into the quiet comfort of his home, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for their relationship.

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Heartstrings and High Tea

Character: Neuvillette x Reader

Tags: established relationship, major fluff and romance

A/N🍨: I was listening to my favorite classical piece, Romance in E flat major op 11 by finzi, and please listen at this timestamp 4:04 till 4:30 (this is my favorite part of the piece) it's so good and that's where this fanfic is inspired from! I hope you guys like this!

“Ah, this tea is exquisite, my love.” Neuvillette remarked, savoring the delicate flavor. “What blend is it again?”

“Geranium, my dear.“ you replied as your brush dancing across the canvas as you captured his likeness. “And hold that pose, you're positively radiant.”

A hint of color dusted Neuvillette's cheeks as he attempted to hide his smile behind his fingers. “You flatter me endlessly...” he murmured, his gaze fixed on you with adoration.

“You deserve every compliment, my handsome muse~" you teased with affection evident in your voice. “...and your presence alone inspires me.“

Neuvillette chuckled softly, tracing the rim of his teacup with his fingers. “You've painted me countless times, my love. Do I truly make a good subject?”

“Absolutely.” you insisted and setting your brush aside to meet his gaze. “You're more captivating than any masterpiece I could ever create.”

Neuvillette remained seated in the cozy chair amidst the glass greenhouse garden which surrounded by an array of delectable pastries and steaming cups of tea, all serving as picturesque props for your painting. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of flowers, mingling with the warm scent of freshly brewed tea, creating a serene atmosphere that cocooned you both in a dreamy embrace.

As you diligently painted Neuvillette, your brushstrokes danced across the canvas with an ethereal grace, capturing every subtle nuance of his features bathed in the soft, diffused light filtering through the glass panes. Your gaze often lingered on him with a tender affection, your smile a silent testament to the depth of your love for him, a love that transcended words and found expression in the strokes of your brush.

Neuvillette observed you with a mixture of adoration and wonder, his heart swelling with gratitude for the blessing of having you as his fiancée. He longed to express the depths of his feelings, to convey how fortunate he felt to share his life with someone as understanding and lovable as you. But for now, he contented himself with basking in the warmth of your presence, reminiscing about the countless cherished moments you've shared together.

In this idyllic moment suspended in time, surrounded by the lush greenery and bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, Neuvillette found himself lost in a reverie of love and gratitude, his heart overflowing with a sense of profound bliss. And as you continued to paint him with unwavering devotion, each brushstroke became a testament to the timeless bond that bound your souls together, creating a masterpiece of love that would endure for eternity.

“You're the serenity that graces my weary eyes, my dear.” you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of adoration as you approached the tea table, seeking solace from your artistic endeavors. Neuvillette, ever the poet, met your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes shimmering with affection. Pouring the fragrant tea into your awaiting cup, he uttered, “You and your words weave a tapestry of enchantment, my love.”

With a gentle clink of porcelain, you both indulged in the comforting warmth of the tea, enveloped in a tranquil silence that spoke volumes. Neuvillette's tender touch, his ungloved hand intertwined with yours, caressed your skin with a softness that transcended words, his thumb tracing delicate patterns as if etching promises of eternal devotion.

In this silent exchange of love, every sip of tea became a communion of souls, each touch a symphony of unspoken vows. Lost at the moment, you found safe heaven in the simple act of being together, your hearts entwined in a dance of whispered promises and lingering gazes.

“Soon we'll officially be husband and wife, my beloved.” He whispered as your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt declaration. “To wake by your side each morning, to legally bind our love, and to have the privilege of calling you mine for eternity fills me with boundless joy.”

As Neuvillette poured out his hopes and dreams for your future together, you felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering love and devotion he offered. With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you conveyed your unwavering commitment to stand by his side through every trial and triumph that lay ahead.

Together, you had already laid the foundation for a partnership built on love, trust, and mutual respect. From open communication, comprehension, compromising to unwavering commitment, you both understood the importance of nurturing your relationship with care and compassion.

As the scene shifted from the tranquil greenhouse to the grandeur of the altar, time seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the momentous occasion unfolding. With hearts pounding in unison, you stood hand in hand with Neuvillette, your eyes locked in a silent exchange of vows that transcended mere words.

"I do." Neuvillette's voice resonated with unwavering conviction as he slipped the ring onto your trembling finger, a single tear glistening in the corner of his eye. With a tender kiss upon your forehead, he sealed the promise of a lifetime, igniting a blaze of passion and devotion that would illuminate your path forward as husband and wife.

In that electrifying moment, amidst the hushed whispers of cherished guests and the swell of emotional crescendo, you both embarked on a journey of boundless love and infinite possibilities. For one who once knew not the depths of emotion, to stand now, married, heart brimming with love – it proves: anything is possible.

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Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

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Imperfect Love

character: Kaveh x reader

tag: a sprinkle of angst, self doubt, he's in trauma yeah trauma, sprinkle of acceptance + comfort at the end.

🍨 A/N: i can't help it SVT's lyrics are just too immaculate and give me inspiration for more fanfics. it's always been "what if this song + this character" ehehe~

As Kaveh gazes at the majestic Pharos Lighthouse, a symbol of Sumeru's architectural prowess, he feels the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. He's tasked with renovating and preserving this iconic structure, yet the burden of last year's bankruptcy looms heavily over him. Thoughts of budgets and financial constraints flood his mind, threatening to drown him in anxiety.

The lively stress, intrusive thoughts of his father's death haunt him relentlessly. “What do I do…what would father think if he knew I'm like this…what if?” The relentless barrage of “what ifs” threatens to erode his sanity, each one a painful reminder of his past mistakes and unresolved guilt.

His footsteps echo hollowly, a haunting accompaniment to the cacophony of his tortured thoughts. The vibrant pulse of the luncheon hour mocks his inner turmoil, a cruel juxtaposition to the desolation consuming him from within. “Imperfections are part of artistry.” he whispers bitterly, but for him, they serve as relentless reminders of his inadequacies each flaw a testament to his self-condemnation.

As he quickens his pace, desperation gnaws at his soul and the fear of rejection clawing mercilessly at his heart. Will he ever find solace in the acceptance of his ideals, or will he remain forever shackled to the suffocating expectations of his reputation? The weight of his burdens grows heavier with each step, threatening to crush him beneath the weight of his self-doubt.

Kaveh is but a ghost, haunted by the specters of his past guilt for his father's death, shame over his financial ruin, and the relentless pursuit of an unattainable perfection. His heartbeats reverberate like funeral dirges, each pulse a painful reminder of the tomb his life has become. Will his legacy be nothing more than a tragic tale of unfulfilled dreams and shattered ideals?

With each pounding step, Kaveh's heart leads him back to the familiar comfort of your home. His mind races, consumed by doubt and despair, a desperate longing for solace in the warmth of your presence. As he stands before your door, the weight of his burdens momentarily lifts, replaced by a rush of emotions long suppressed. “Even if she comes to me, who's useless…it'll remain as a deep scent.” he murmurs, his resolve solidifying with each passing moment. With trembling hands, he reaches out, knocking softly on the door.

“There wasn't a single day in which I wasn't sincere to her, yet I'm...” he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. “I'm not perfect, I'm too flawed…but for today, I want to be greedy.”

As you open the door, a wave of relief washes over him, and he finally allows himself to surrender to the warmth of your smile. “Hi, Kaveh! It's been a while since you came to visit. Let's have some tea, shall we?” you greet him, unaware of the tumult raging within him.

At that moment, as he steps into the familiar embrace of your home, Kaveh experiences a sudden clarity a realization that amidst the chaos of his doubts and fears, it is the simple moments of connection and companionship that offer true solace. “Ah yes, because of her.” he whispers to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “every day, I get greedy again.”

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Serenity in My Eyes.

Character: scaramouche/wanderer x reader

Tags: fluff, one shot!

Synopsis: just taking a leisurely strolls with scara at cherry blossom park, adorable and short!

🍨 A/N: i got inspiration to wrote fanfic from this song while walking outside earlier today~ He's more of a Wanderer here but I decided to use 'Scaramouche' because it's more natural for me to write it that way~

“Oh, so you're finally here… took you long enough.” Scaramouche remarked, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in mock excitement as he spotted you. Despite his sarcastic tone, there was a hint of genuine pleasure at seeing you. The promise to hang out had been made, and spring was the perfect time to catch up, with the cherry blossom in full bloom.

“Hi there!” you greet cheerfully, noticing the crowd gathering around. “Looks like there are more people here than expected. I thought an early morning stroll would mean fewer crowds.”

You shrug your shoulders, but Scaramouche continues walking without waiting for your rambling. “Well, excuse me for trying to lighten the mood.” you mutter under your breath, a hint of annoyance creeping into your tone.

He glances back at you with a raised eyebrow, “Tone it down, will you? It's far too early for that level of energy.” His words are laced with sarcasm, but you detect a hint of amusement in his expression.

As the two of you strolled, Scaramouche couldn't help but comment on the cherry blossom picnics that mortals enjoyed during this season. “Ah, the cherry blossoms,” he mused, “a perfect backdrop for mortals to frolic and gossip.” He glanced around, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “But you know how I feel about crowds.” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Fortunately, a single glare from me and they scatter like leaves in the wind, much to my endless amusement.”

You chuckle softly and remark, “Is it just me, or are you actually enjoying their reactions? Perhaps this stroll with me isn't as tedious as you make it out to be.”

His response comes with a snarky scoff, “Oh, please. Don't get delusional now. Enjoying your company doesn't mean I'm suddenly softening up. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.” Despite his dismissive tone, there's a subtle twinkle in his eye, hinting at a begrudging acknowledgment of the enjoyment in your presence.

The scattering cherry blossom petals and blooming bushes painted a picturesque scene, but to Scaramouche, it felt like a mundane and random activity. He couldn't comprehend why you chose this as a way to hang out with him.

In his eyes, your simple act of taking a leisurely stroll seemed unfathomable. The way you breathed in the crisp spring air, the gentle warmth of the sunlight caressing your skin, and the delicate petals swirling around you as if in a final dance—all of it left him perplexed. Why did the sun's rays warm his heart? Why did the spring breeze leave him breathless? And why did the falling petals, following your every step, create an impressionist painting-like aura around you?

Despite his analytical mind trying to rationalize it all, there was an undeniable beauty at the moment, a surreal quality that made him question his perceptions of the world around him.

Scaramouche muttered softly to himself as he approached you, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. “You… make me confused.” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why do the petals have to fall around you? Why does the sunlight seem to spotlight only you? Why… tell me why, do you make me feel this longing…"

Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie, his annoyance evident as he scoffed at his thoughts. “Forget it,” he dismissed, shaking his head.

Concerned by his sudden change in demeanor, you offered to move to a quieter spot with fewer people. “Are you okay?” you asked, noticing his preoccupied state.

“Don't bother-” he retorted, but before he could finish his sentence, you handed him a camera, cutting off his words. “Alright, Mr. Snarky Man, how about less scoffing and more pictures!” you exclaimed, striking a pose with a playful laugh.

Caught off guard by your spontaneity, Scaramouche couldn't help but be intrigued. With a reluctant smirk, he raised the camera, silently conceding to your request. Despite his initial resistance, there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he captured the moments with you.

“Ugh, how many pictures am I supposed to take? Hurry, I'm here to indulge in this 'hangout', not become your personal photographer.” Scaramouche grumbled, though his hands continued to snap away, capturing every angle and scenery of the cherry blossom park as you requested.

With a playful grin, you insisted on one last shot—a close-up of you with the beautiful background. Chuckling at his resigned expression, you knew he was trying his best, despite his protests.

As he groaned and reluctantly set the camera's focus on you, you couldn't help but smile at his begrudging cooperation. “Fine, listen to my count,” he instructed, his tone stern yet tinged with amusement. “This is the last one. If it turns out ugly or anything, it's your fault, not mine. Don't whine later.”

You nodded eagerly, ready to strike your pose. “Yeah, I won't complain! Okay, okay, I'm ready!” you declared, beaming brightly at the camera lens as Scaramouche prepared to capture the final shot. Yet a few seconds passed, he didn't click the button.

“Huh? You haven't clicked it, silly!” you exclaimed, holding back your laughter as you maintained your pose.

“I love you.” Scaramouche confessed softly, finally clicking the camera.

And with that heartfelt declaration, the moment was captured, forever frozen in time.