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JUST FUCKING READ THIS

REDAMANCY , scaramouche/wanderer ﹐ ┈┈┈┈

▸ synopsis ; months have passed since he’s been defeated, and you’ve remained by his side through it all.

▸ characters ; scaramouche, gn! reader

▸ genre ; pure fluff bc there’s not enough of that nowadays 💔

▸ warnings ; brief spoilers of the 3.2 archon quest and french-kissing, he might be a little ooc? also, this is really long LOL.

▸ note ; i don’t normally write such dialogue-based stories, but this one is supposed to induce reminiscing and build up to a certain moment! sorry, if you don’t like it </33

▸ song choice ; until i found you by stephan sanchez

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“I would rather die than let you go — Juliet to your Romeo.”

SCARAMOUCHE RESTLESSLY — fidgeted with his fingers as his eyes danced around in the mirror, taking in every careful detail about his appearance. he recently bought a newly tailored outfit, wanting to rid the dreadful memories the harbinger one harbored. funny enough, the blues that decorated his new clothes happened to be your favorites. (shush, just pretend!) he didn’t do that intentionally, but it made him wonder if his subconscious did; he did always have you in the back of his mind, so it definitely was plausible. you never really did see him as an ex-harbinger — as scaramouche, and instead, as kunikuzushi. he still hasn’t figured out how you ended up seeing him in a light of a candle rather than a smoldering flame that were to consume the world.

the former balladeer used to loathe looking at himself, only seeing an empty and failed creation of the electro archon — an unworthy puppet used as a stepping stone. however, his eyes which used to hold the intensity and power of the lightning storms that his mother could create, are now currently hushed with infatuation and apprehension for what he planned on doing moments from then.

and that’s where he’s at now, tugging at the white fabric of his new shirt — his nerves chewing and spitting him out as you readied yourself in your guys’ shared bedroom. his hands trembled, pulling out something from his back pocket — that ‘something’ being an engagement ring. he opened the small velvet box and stared heavily at the amethyst jeweled ring.

scaramouche swallowed thickly, feeling his chest tighten as he thought of the endless fires that could ignite from this simple (yet not so simple) flame. god, he couldn’t remember a time he had been this restless. but how could he not be? you and him have been dating for months now, and he couldn’t afford to lose you now, not when he hadn’t ever felt this loved — this cherished in all his life.

“aye-aye… i’m finally ready! sorry for the wait, scara!” you sighed, leaving the bedroom and smoothing out your outfit.

scaramouche’s head snapped up at your voice — that sound being one he had grown to adore since the first time he met you. after shoveling the box back into his pocket, a few hair strands fell in front of his eyes. his gaze met yours, and he almost melted right on the spot. one of his favorite features (although he loves every inch of you) about you are your eyes. he’s always heard people say that the eyes are the window to your soul, and maybe he believed that — seeing how both your eyes and soul were of liquid gold.

he smiled adoringly, “you’re fine, princess/prince. there’s no rush; the reservation isn’t til’ 6 PM. i kinda guessed you’d take a while, so i scheduled it a little later.”

you beamed, flattered that your boyfriend knew you so well and kept you in the back of his mind. (more like the front, truthfully.) gasping, you finally seemed to regard scara’s new clothes; he looked a lot more gentle in blue and white than in red and purple. brushing the hair out of his eyes, you whispered, “oh, kuni. you certainly have changed, haven’t you?” a giggle escaped your lips as you slightly adjusted his hat, “blue suits you, you know.”

his violet eyes softened, your touch sending waves of lava rushing to his face. the simplest of touches could get his head feeling fuzzy; that particular facet of your relationship never seemed to erode with time.

scaramouche held your hand against his cheek and planted gentle kisses on your knuckles. “you and i know both know that i’m merely a shadow of my former self, sweetheart.” he hummed. “and you...”

his words came to a halt as he took the opportunity to look you up and down, his breath weighing heavy in his throat. even over the time he’s gotten to know and love you, you still managed to steal the air from his lungs. your beauty, both from within and your appearance, never ceased to stun him.

“look like you’re mine...” he continued breathlessly, his hands gently cradling your face and pulling you in — clashing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss.

you smiled against his lips, carefully carding your fingers through his hair so as not to ruffle it. humming into his mouth, you felt his hands tighten around your waist, a cue that he started getting desperate for more of you. ever since you remained by his side after his defeat, he had become a lot more — affectionate and needy towards you. not like you mind, though.

you felt him poke his tongue against your lower lip, causing you to sigh and pull away. “scara, babe... we have to get going, and as much as i’d love to make out with you right now, we simply do not have the time,” you crooned and kissed his forehead.

your boyfriend stared at you, deadpanned yet affectionately, his lips puckered out in a pout. “fine. but when we get back, i better hear no complaints,” he huffed and linked his arm with yours, leading you outside.

as you two walked, you felt scaramouche’s fingers drum against your inner arm, a habit he developed when he started feeling antsy. you frowned, your fingers tenderly caressing his skin. “kuni, are you alright? you’re awfully silent and fidgety. something on your mind?” you worried.

he shuddered, your gentle touch causing his (metamorphical) heart to jump in his chest. he slipped his hand off your arm to braid your fingers together and drew his lips in a tight line. he couldn’t tell if you knew him too well or if it was genuinely that obvious how nervous he was. “i’m fine, sweetheart... i’m just deep in thought,” he soothed and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. “it has been a while since i’ve properly taken you out on a date, after all.”

you dragged out a dejected sigh, your free hand worriedly combing through your ( color ) hair. “i know... i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. the list of commissions the guild has been endless lately...” you muttered, your tone leaking bitterness.

scaramouche shook his head in protest, gently smoothing his thumb over your wrist. “sweetheart... i didn’t say that as a means to scold you; it isn’t your fault, you know? i should be keeping a better eye on you anyways. it is my job as your boyfriend to protect you from yourself,” he conceded with a short laugh. “you better not be overworking yourself again! don’t you make me revoke your kissing privileges!”

he felt an uncontrollable desire to kiss you as your lips pushed out in an adorable pout; he quickly reminded himself that you two were in public and had a reservation to go to.

“you’re a menace, kunikuzushi,” you said barely above a whisper.

scaramouche chuckled, “old habits die hard, princess/prince.” moving in front of you, he pushed open the doors to uyuu restaurant, allowing you to enter first.

“welcome! how can i help you two?” erika greeted.

he cleared his throat and nervously glanced at you before remembering he was the one who made the reservation. “um, reservation for kunikuzushi.... please.” he disclosed, his voice wobbly. he never really got to improve on talking to others, manners and all. his former self, the balladeer, would’ve stomped on and called him pathetic for even saying please, let alone wasting time on people he deemed unworthy. (which was just about everyone, truthfully.)

“oh! please, follow me then!”

you giggled and gently grabbed the side of your boyfriend’s head, pressing your lips to his hair. “you’re such a cutie, kuni,” you effused.

blush crept up his cheeks at your honeyed voice. “oh, shut up...” he hissed, embarrassed. “you’re lucky this is supposed to be a romantic moment, or else i—”

“—would’ve hit me by now, yes i know, beloved...” you finished without a second of thought, your eyes surveying the menu in your hands. “anyways, what’re you getting?”

a lovesick grin sketched on scaramouche’s lips, flattered that you finished his sentence so effortlessly. “oh, ( name… ) you’re truly the cute one here.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A. FTER DINNER

“ahh… that was delicious! i forgot how good the food was there~” you chirped and stretched your arms. “you’re the best, kuni!” you bubbled, pressing a long kiss to his cheek.

electricity surged through his veins at the simple contact. oh, the things you did and could do to the wanderer... you were his one and only weakness, and that sometimes scares him.

“it’s nothing, really. it’s the least i can do after all you’ve given me...” he said, his iris-colored eyes focusing on the sunset — the hues of pinks, oranges, and reds reflecting in them. “there’s... actually one more place i’d like to take you if you wouldn’t mind.” he added, his words coming out hesitant.

you cocked an eyebrow as your eyes twinkled curiously. “oh? you don’t say? lead the way, my love,” you grinned cheekily and hooked your arm with his.

scaramouche took a nervous breath to calm him, ushering you behind him. “this is it, kunikuzushi. you better not fuck this up like you’ve done everything else...” he thought as his fingers found their way back to yours, the warmth of your soft skin comforting and grounding him.

“you remember the first time we met, right?” he questioned and started swinging your hand back and forth.

you snickered, the question bringing forth early memories of you and him. “of course i do! it was the first time you tried to kill me, after all. you were so... relapsed back then. you’d zap me with electro even if i got as close as being in your line of sight,” you recalled, fingers subconsciously thumping against your boyfriend’s wrist.

he grimaced as he remembered the bitter memory — specifically, your pained expression as electricity pulsated through your body. some nights he finds himself thinking that he could’ve actually killed you back then, whether intentionally or not; it keeps him up and swallows him into an abyss of guilt.

“yeah, yeah, i know. i was so repulsed at the idea of anyone trying to help me because i thought that after all the damage that’s been done — i couldn’t be helped and that it was out of pity.” he lamented, squeezing your hand to signal that he felt bad. “i felt vulnerable around you, and i couldn’t put my finger on why and that terrified me. i just... took one look into your eyes and felt muddled. i thought i was above such a feeling — that a puppet couldn’t even feel such a thing...

“however, the more i observed you, the harder i fell. so, when i set foot in sumeru, i hoped i could flee from those feelings and abandon them. only to find shortly after, you also arrived there and made friends with everyone — everyone but me. i was outraged and tried so hard to get you out of my head when the akademiya started working on the new god development...”

you nodded along, making sure he could recognize that you were listening. it wasn’t very often scaramouche voiced his feelings on the past, much rather keeping that part of him concealed for all of eternity, especially since you two started dating.

rubbing the back of your neck, you explicitly memorized the mecha-god the akademiya had built for him and the fear that swallowed you whole when you saw him inside it. “shit. i remember your memories coming to me in a dream; i woke up choking on my own breath. i begged aether to tell me everything he knew about you because i was so desperate to save you from yourself.

“seeing you up there, attached to those tubes, made me feel sick to my stomach… knowing the akademiya’s past, i — there were too many possibilities. as tough as you were and ARE kunikuzushi, although ei created you to take her place, you’re… not fitted to be a god. you’re a wanderer if anything.”

scaramouche laughed painfully at the mention of his creator. “i realized that when you threw yourself on me when i woke from my coma. i felt you tremble as you hugged me and realized that maybe i hadn’t lost everything…” he breathed out. “and when you kissed me, the passion and love that coursed through it made my head and chest feel light. my lungs burned for air, but i couldn’t just pull away and leave you thinking i didn’t feel the same — not when i swore i heard a heartbeat in my ears when you pulled away…”

you smiled, peering down at his anemo vision. ever since he had gotten it, he’s felt more of his own person, and you couldn’t be happier. he used to be so dependent on his delusion, and after you found out what it did to its users, you immediately yanked it off him and smashed it. you couldn’t imagine what kind of a person the tsaritsa was if she willingly gave them out to her underlings.

“well... here we are.” he announced, breaking your trance and causing you to stumble into his chest.

before you realized it, you were quite a distance away from the restaurant. while studying the scenery around you, you recognized you had arrived on amakane island. the usual celebratory island was stripped of its typical booths, the lights strung from the trees being the only thing that remained.

you tilted your head. “amakane island, huh? this is where you took me after you woke up if i remember correctly...”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ F. LASHBACK START

“waah! i really don’t understand why we had to travel all the way back to inazuma just for you to tell me something!” you panted, trying to catch your breath. the balladeer, or former balladeer, practically hauled you all the way over to amakane island, not even giving you a blatant reason why. you couldn’t even remember anything! all you knew was that you awoke to him carrying you on his back.

“well, sweetheart. would you want someone who tried to overthrow you in your nation?” he inquired playfully, patting the ground next to him on the cliff.

sighing, you obliged and took a seat next to him. “scara, you know how merciful nahida is—”

“—kunikuzushi.”

“huh?”

“kunikuzushi. that’s… my actual name,” he repeated and turned his attention to you, hyacinth eyes softening when he saw how the stars illuminated your already pretty ( color ) ones. “i feel compelled to tell you that. feels like we’re more on a first-name basis now, hm?” he teased, his regard lowering to your lips. god, was there any part of you that wasn’t perfect? he started to ponder that maybe you should’ve been the divine one to which people bowed their heads to.

“you did kiss me after all…” he added, humming to himself.

your eyes slightly widened as your face blossomed in a deep shade of red. “i.. um. i-i don’t even know why i did that, i mean, i do… B-BUT! i’m sorr—hmmpfh!”

scaramouche hushed you by slamming his lips to yours, finally doing what he longed to do the moment he saw you. upon feeling you kiss back, he crawled on top of you, his hands cradling your jaw so that you couldn’t turn away. he hungrily nipped and licked at your lips, eager to finally taste you. sighing in pure bliss, his tongue slipped past your lips and into your mouth.

though it felt like time had stopped, scaramouche still wasted none of it, dropping one of his hands to tighten around your waist and pull you tighter against him so that he could feel your heartbeat — something that he wished his mother had given him.

that’s when it occurred; the second he felt genuine love and accepted it at total volume, a gust of wind whirled around you two before finally settling on an anemo vision on his chest — right next to where his heart would be.

he pulled away, his hand fluttering over his new vision, feeling the warmth that it radiated and letting him know that he wasn’t being deceived. finally. then he looked at you, god you looked so ethereal with your face flushed; it didn’t help that the moonlight illuminated you perfectly, almost as if celestia were trying to tell him something.

scaramouche smiled, realizing that ‘something’ was that you were the answer he needed all along. “you and i both know that i’m not good at sugarcoating my words, but… from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i was quick to turn down the idea that i could fall in love with you because i knew it’d happen eventually, given how fucking beautiful and kind-hearted you are. i feared you’d be my fourth betrayal — that you’d abandon me like everyone else.” sighing lightly, he affixed his forefingers under your chin, staring at you with an unfamiliar fondness. “but, here you are… in my arms and looking up at me, even after knowing who i am and what i did… why is that, ( name? )”

shaking your head, you sighed and tucked strands of his hair behind his ear, his porcelain skin icy compared to yours. “you, kunikuzushi, are not your past. the scars, the lies, the betrayals… they, kuni, do not define you. you may name yourself non-human, a puppet if you will, but you still feel emotions. you aren’t an empty shell; you feel, you love,” you explained, your voice barely above a whisper.

warm winds enveloped you as he chuckled and leaned his forehead against yours. “fuck, you really are perfect, you know? i… i love you so much, so much that it’s terrifying what i’d do for you.” he mumbled breathlessly, his lips hurriedly pressing against yours in another kiss. “you’re mine. all mine,” he sighed.

you giggled and kissed him again, “then show me without any hesitation, kunikuzushi.”

“already one step ahead of you, sweetheart.”

F. LASHBACK END ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

kunikuzushi chuckled, “it was then i finally freed myself from the cage i purposely trapped myself in and figured out i wanted to spend the rest of my life at your side.” a smile formed on his lips — a look no one in teyvat would believe the balladeer could successfully pull off. “( name… )” he uttered, his voice trembling as he kneeled down and pulled out the velvet box from before.

your eyes rounded, your vision clouding with tears as your boyfriend opened the box, revealing the gorgeous amethyst ring. “oh-oh my fucking god, kuni... you’re-you’re not—”

he chuckled, “back then, i thought the concept of marriage was pitiable. that one way or another, they’d betray their love for one another.

“but, ( name… ) when i look at you, the embodiment of love itself, i realize i’d go through everything that i endeavored all over again if it meant i got to be with you. to hold you, to kiss you and hear your voice is to me like breathing air; i need you. you mean so fucking much to me, and i know for a damn fact that i would’ve destroyed myself if it weren’t for you. fuck, ( name. ) i love you so much. so much that it fucking hurts to even think of a world without you in it. so, please…”

as if on cue, cherry blossoms rained down in a whirlwind as he asked the question that had taunted his head for the last two months.

“marry me and remain by my side for as long as this body of mine remains intact.”

you hurriedly brushed away your tears and nodded, not wanting to leave him guessing for even a minute. “j-jesus christ, kunikuzushi.. of course, i’ll marry you, you little shit,” you sniffled, your voice weak from crying.

[thump. thump. thump.]

ah, there it was again. as he placed the amethyst ring on your finger, he heard the same exact sound he heard when you kissed him.

then he felt something wet fall down his cheeks and onto his chin. he was crying — something he thought he had forgotten how to do long ago.

“ah, kuni! you’re-you’re—”

before you could finish, he lifted you in his arms and kissed you passionately — so passionately, in fact, that the impact forced the oxygen out of your lungs. just like how you did when you first kissed him. melting in his hold, your hands tangled in his violet locks, gently tugging as his tongue wrapped around yours.

he pulled away, lungs burning from how long he kissed you without pulling away for air. but god, he could not care any less. the love of his life was in his arms and wasn’t going anywhere. this is where you belonged — where he belonged, with you.

kunikuzushi breathed in, showering your face in small kisses, the sound of your laughter making that all-too-familiar dizziness appear again.

“you’re finally all mine. everything that i worked so hard for didn’t all go to waste, after all — because now i have you. and i am never letting you go.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ E. XTRA

“hm? what’s that sound? surely no one’s out at this time of night...” a familiar fox-eared woman droned, peeking her head curiously over one of the heightened cherry blossom trees. her warm amethyst eyes softened, spotting two familiar figures. she giggled, “ei, dear. come here, will you? but stay quiet... we don’t want to interrupt them.”

the electro archon bobbed her head curiously at her dear friend’s words. “hm? who is this “them” you speak of, miko?” she wondered and peeked her head over the other side of the tree. her eyes widened, “oh. oh my...” ei watched with fondness as her former prototype — her son, slid a ring on his lover’s finger. “it seems... he’s found his own eternity.” she smiled, watching the two embrace.

“eternity comes in all different forms, ei...” yae miko commented.

the woman nodded in agreement. “and one day, all of inazuma will find their own individual eternity. i... will make sure of it.”

“mhm… do you think we’ll get an invite to the wedding?” her partner questioned.

“miko! is that really where your concerns lie?”

“what? it’s a genuine question! it’s not every day you get to witness such a ceremonial sight.”

▸ note ; this took a while to write & edit, but i’m satisfied with the results!! i hope u are too! :DD i’m super duper excited for his release <//3

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