#i think its likely that pierro is kaeyas dad

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Obviously I know (some) of your thoughts on Childe, but what do you think of the other harbingers?

YIPEE I love the harbingers ‼️ I’ll rant under the cut.. I had a huge obsession with the harbingers a few months back and I still do (in fact my brainrot is coming back so this is a perfect time for you to ask this)

Starting off with Pierro. I find him so interesting as a character because when I was diving into the lore of the harbingers I originally thought that he was number one?? Apparently he’s the director because capitano is no. 1.. I think that’s interesting. So what mainly intrigues me about him is the fact that he’s khaenri’ahn. The Tsaritsa has got to be different from the other Archons because of the fact she literally has a Khaenri’ahn man help run her military. I wonder what their relationship is with each other. Is it anything like dainslumi? I can picture it being that way but more cold, you know? The fact he’s based off the commedia dell’arte stock character Pierro (the fool/jester) is really interesting to me too.. they all have their connections to the characters in one way or another so I wonder what exactly his is.

Now onto Capitano. So far I think he is SO fucking cool he might be one of my favorite harbingers atp. Design wise it’s definitely a favorite but also the fact that he has so many similarities to Kaeya? If hyv were to make him related in some way to kaeya that would be so funny to me.. a lot of people do the pierro is kaeya’s dad thing but honesty I think Capitano would be a cooler connection lowkey? Also generally the ragbros situation would be 10x worse if kaeya was related to the fatui in some way, no matter which one it is. Anyways back on capitano, I’m mostly interested to see how his motives lay out and what his relationship with Mavuika is. The fight seen with him and her was so neat like the way they laid it out was so.. idk. I have a thing for fire/ice character relationships (not in a romantic way.) also what interests me even more about him is that The Captain in the commedia dell’arte is described as a ‘braggart’ type of person, so I’m wondering if he would use his ability to “convince people who knew nothing about him beforehand” to try and manipulate people in Natlan to revolt against Mavuika for the current issues and whatnot.

like I wonder how this'll play into his character in game/story wise. I hope he'll be playable sniff sniff.. Anyways, now onto this fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dottore is one of my favorite harbingers. I am an avid Dottore enjoyer. He’s cunning and genuinely awful and there’s no redeeming his ass he’s going straight to hell 🙏 and that’s what makes him such a GOOD character. He genuinely has zero redeeming qualities about him. He literally uses people and children for his experiments without second thought. He has clones of himself. He possibly killed his girlfriend in his school days. (If the zandik lore is right.) He was literally expelled from the Akademiya because of how awful he was.

I cannot fathom how amazing of a character he is. I think in games we need to have more characters who are just genuinely fucking evil and we don’t just “hate” them for it. I honestly dislike how people hate him JUST because he did bad shit, like have a better reason than that tbh? "He hurt collei/He's the reason crepus died/he gave scara so much trauma" I LOVE ALL THREE OF THOSE GUYS AND DOTTORE</3 Don't hate one character only to love the next. anyways dottore supremacy..

Anywho, onto Columbina. Honestly she intrigues me so much. She's so powerful that not even childe wants to fight her, what is up with that??? I think its also interesting how in the commedia dell'arte her title is technically Little Dove but it’s Damselette in the game. we like,, do not know much about her at all to be honest?? The harbingers voice lines about her interest me so much, especially arle's. It's very. vague??

Arlecchino: "She is a very special Harbinger. Pose her a question, and the answer you receive will be entirely unpredictable, if she sees fit to give a proper answer at all. Regardless, any answer you do receive is sure to be an interesting one."

Childe: "The Fatui Harbingers are ranked by strength, and I have no idea why that girl is No. 3. I'd test my skills with every Harbinger who ranks above me if I had the chance, but when it comes to her... something just doesn't feel right. Anyway, you should be careful around her."

Scara/Wanderer: "Let me ask: what should you do if you were to encounter a "damsel" who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in any given situation? If it were me, I could at least challenge her to a fight. But if it were you... with your conscience, I would stay away from her."

Judging by voice lines alone, columbina is very, very powerful. she seems to beat around the bush with questions (arles voiceline) and is very mysterious even with the other harbingers. (childe saying something doesn't feel right) I've seen theories that she belongs to the seele race which is honestly pretty cool, but I think i'd need to see her in game or hear more about her first. I'd assume that Arlecchino has a rather close/interesting relationship with columbina. Not purely because of the fact they do in the commedia dell'arte, but because she was the only one out of the three to not tell the traveler to be careful around/stay away from columbina.

Arlecchino herself is a really well written character to me and I notice that a lot of the fandom don't understand her entirely (myself included.) Something i notice the most is how people tend to dumb her down to the Father of the house of the hearth, either portraying her as a wonderful parent (incorrect) or as an awful one (also incorrect.) She's definitely a highly flawed person who does put her children in danger, although she absolutely cares about the children of the hearth. I wouldn't say she's a child abuser/groomer/any other stupid shit the fandom says about her. Her wiki quite literally says that she's flawed but not as awful as Crucabena:

Her (possibly?) being khaenri'ahn is also so interesting because WHY does the tsaritsa keep having connections with khaenri'ah in her military of all things. I have so many questions.

We do not know much about pulcinella at all but I do find it SO intruiging/interesting (can someone give me another word for this HELP) that he's close to childe. he visits childes family for him, iirc, which is suspicious when you read the commedia dell'arte lore.

I do think he's doing this for self gain to be honest. He's a manipulative person, so he could be manipulating childe into relaxing around him to the point of letting pulcinella get near his family, which could end really badly to be honest.

Next up is scaramouche. I feel like the scara stans themselves don't even understand his character that much, because they're too busy yelling at people about raiden/dottore instead of focusing on his character itself. I think he's a LOT more than mommy issues short boy and actually his character is really deep. His name in the commedia dell'arte is also Little Skirmisher (instead of balladeer, though I'm not too sure what that means) and what's most interesting to me about his commedia dell'arte connection is how (IIRC, this could be wrong but i found this out last time i was talking about the harbingers and the commedia dell'arte) scaramouche's "mask" was later removed, which him being removed from irminsul could be a nod to that.

What's also a neat nod to the commedia is how scara "influences the audience to do his bidding." I think in game they referenced this by him influencing/controlling that one woman in sumeru (i forget her name) to be his first follower and do as he says.

Okay so truthfully i don't have many thoughts on sandrone but something that makes me curious about her backstory is the fact that in the commedia she is known as "Peasant.” what else is neat with this is that she looks like that one girl from Fontaine (Mary-Ann) I don’t really know/remember the the lore of her but hm.

What’s even weirder abt the similarities is that Marionette (her title) means Little Mary IIRC? I don’t think she IS Mary Ann since she’s dead but she could have connections to her. Anyway I don’t have many thoughts on her ngl.. </3 genshin give us sandrone lore PLEASEEEE

Next up is my fucking WIFE ‼️‼️ (la signora)

everyone who hates her sucks lowkey she’s such an overlooked character like her lore is so fucking?? sad?? Everyone reduces her to “haha ashes” and it annoys me tbh. Her boss fight was a pain in the fucking ass though ROSALYNE WHY.. it took me 20+ tries

I genuinely love her backstory it makes me so sad honestly. Through her grief and rage she became feared and hated. Idk I wish people would talk about her a little more?? Because she’s so interesting?? She has ties to ancient mondstadt isn’t that sick.

something that interests me the most about her character is how they made her somewhat different from La Signora in commedia dell’arte? She’s continually described as a woman who often cheats on her husband in the commedia, but when you read genshin Signora’s backstory it’s interesting to see how it’s mostly focused around how her loss of her lover threw her into a grief induced rage (basically, it’s centered around her grief and love)

as for her similarities, these two images explain it well:

Honestly I wish we had got to explore her character more than the information we have now. Genshin is so evil for killing her off tbh.

Pantalone I know like NOTHING about. I think he’s a really neat character. A lot of people dumb him down to “evil baizhu” but I do think he has a lot of potential to be a really good character

Basically he’s a capitalist ‼️ kidding but for him, he seems so far to be REALLY similar to Pantalone in the Commedia. I dont have too many thoughts on him either because we don’t know much about him yet </3 pantalone lore when….

and you already know most of my thoughts on Childe so I will save the rant for another day because that would get me fired up (I am losing words this rant sucked the life out of me HELP)

oh wait another thing that is neat about the harbingers entirely is how the trailer for them was called a Winter Night’s Lazzo (I think) but that’s another reference to the commedia dell’arte :)

[eluxcastar]

Papa Pierro doing Papa Pierro things

── ୨୧：pierro & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: single father pierro has a chaotic gremlin for a child (he is absolutely enjoying this)

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: child reader, gn reader, pierro is your dad when you're holding the torch correctly, the doctor will take your fingers and toes 👍, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 819

apparently I'm still in the mood for family fluff so something about papa pierro tickles my brain a lot especially after I saw really cute fanart about him adopting kaeya. he seems like a chaotic but reasonably ok dad just trying his best yk? also I wrote this at like one in the morning so please forgive any mistakes

all papa pierro posts

your beloved Papa is a busy guy, so for as much as you want to follow him around and see what he's doing at all hours of the day, but unfortunately between the danger and sometimes general annoyance that you can be he has a tendency to dump you on the nearest available babysitter. in your mind he'll leave you with anyone, in his those babysitters are quite carefully chosen and often trusted members of the Fatui who he knows wouldn't dare cause harm to a child of his lest they never know a peaceful day again.

he makes time for you however, even if the resulting workload is so daunting he thinks he'd rather drop dead on the spot. it's important to Pierro that many of your life lessons and learning experiences come from him, as well as many of your memories. he likes to hear your voice and feel you catapult onto him after a long day of work like you're some little rodent who digs its claws in and won't let go. he likes the million questions you ask him and he loves when you stand up on your toes with your hands grabbing at the air in front of him wanting to be picked up and carried around. it's quite cute.

of course Pierro obliges you, scooping you up in his arms and letting you cuddle up to him and sometimes you'll hide under his coat where you think you're just so invisible under there even with the very visible mound you make under there. you think you're so sneaky though, so he can't bring himself to do anything but chuckle when you peek your head out to ask him if he knows where you went just now.

you much prefer the days when he's home for you to play with him, even if he sometimes doesn't feel like playing, wakes up late while you're bouncing off the walls at the crack of dawn unable to wind down again. you try to be quiet and just curl up next to him when you get bored, squirming your way under his arm. sometimes you try to imitate what he does at night when you notice him stirring as a result of you shaking the bed, reaching up to pat his head and, a tad awkwardly, you stroke his forehead. he can't complain waking up to you shushing him and trying to lull him to sleep.

he always cuddles you close when that happens. he wonders what he'd do if you weren't there.

something about you abundance of innocence makes him happy you're growing up when you are, even if he worries you won't be there forever. he's happy just to watch you figure out the world, excitedly telling him a commonly known fact like it's a revolutionary advancement. he likes it when you get to be a child even if you sometimes misbehave or do silly things. he wishes for you to never grow out of your habit of seemingly trying to wind him the second you see him.

he does have rules however, important rules. some are about coming to see him at work, like not bothering Miss Arlecchino too much, leave the Balladeer alone, stay out of the way of the fatuus, don't take your shoes off outside of his office, don't talk to the youngest because he's a bad influence-- oh, and don't wander into the Doctor's lab. he'll take your fingers and toes. you squealed when you heard that last part, saying something about how "I like my fingers and toes!" and vowed to yourself to never go in there. a little kiss on your forehead was enough to calm you down, along with the promise that he only takes your fingers and toes if you go into the room.

on long trips he tends to leave you in Pulcinella's care, who he knows cares for the family of the youngest harbinger in his absence and who you are familiar with. he can't think of a single person who he actually trusts with your care but short of taking you with him (which is far too dangerous), he takes the best he can get, though if Pulcinella isn't available he's begrudgingly willing to entrust you to Signora, who seems to like you well enough to arrange for you to be well fed and happy.

he knows you much prefer having him home however, when he tells you stories of your homeland and you lay your head on his shoulder where you're safe and protected next to him. he will always be at ease when you are dozed off up against him with a stuffie cuddled in your arms where his hand still strokes your forehead as his way of lulling you to sleep.

he's not sure that he particularly wants you to grow up. can't you just stay small and cute forever?

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

thirteen | guilty

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truths were told, and confessions were made. will everything go back to normal once the trial's allayed?

warnings: swearing, scara is once again soft for you, anxiousness, a bunch of anxiety talk i think, pierro being kaeya's dad is NOT canon, mentions of guns and illegal drug use, possibly a lot of errors about courts and trials but eh whatever

a/n: lmao i had a bunch of headaches writing this tbh, partly it was because i was sick and the other is my very minimal knowledge about laws and courts... idk if i did a good job or not with this chapter but i'm pretty proud of it. 3.5k words here we go!!!! happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

teyvat court looks the same as ever.

its rippled glass windows shines through the pristine tiles as the 'click and clack' sound from everyone's footwear can be heard across the hall.

it's not uncommon that you've been here for trials a couple of times before since you were a cop, but those were only because you were attending to present evidence or be an observant. you never would've thought that you'd be standing here as witness, instead of a detective.

“trial's in 10 minutes.” the tsaritsa said, her heels clacking on the tiles as she headed to your direction.

dottore perked his head up. “is the attorney already there?”

“yes, claire's already inside taking care of the files.” she replied to his question, stopping in her tracks once she's close enough to the small circle you've made in the hall.

you huffed, nervousness already starting to creep up your body. “i'm not sure if i'm ready.”

pierro raised a brow. “how so?”

“i... i don't know. i mean– there's hardly any evidence, y'know?” you looked up at the tall man. “this case was not supposed to be about me to begin with. i'm only involved in this as a victim now because of that stupid incident. the pre-trial was only a few months ago, why do this now?” you pressed, fidgeting with your attire.

the tsaritsa sighed, arms folding. “detective, you know how it works. most cases like these need to be in trial sooner or later, this should be common knowledge for you.”

“i obviously know that, it was a rhetorical question.” you scoffed, darting your eyes somewhere else.

“then what's bothering you so much?”

you frowned and looked down on the floor, taking a few seconds to answer her question. “him, obviously.” you remarked, referring to the man who attempted to take your life.

the tsaritsa, pierro and dottore have already made their way to the courtroom, leaving only you and scaramouche in the hallway. the both of you were sitting on a bench, not daring to move, even if you had less than 5 minutes left before the trial.

“i think we can go now.” you said after a moment, looking at the time on your phone screen. you were still bundled up with undescribable emotions, but you thought it'd be best to push those aside for now.

scaramouche let out a tsk. “you're clearly disrupted. you're gonna lose this case if they twist your mind.”

looking up from your lap, you fixated your gaze on him. “...at this point, i don't care if i lose. i just want to get this over with.” you replied, standing up from your seat.

the ravenette frowned at you and grabbed your wrist immediately, making you turn your head. he tugged your hand, gesturing for you to sit back down, and you did reluctantly.

you had your lips pursed into a thin line and an unreadable expression plastered on your face that made him sigh upon seeing your complexed state.

“look, i don't know what will happen in there, and i don't know how everything will be played out, whether you lose or not isn't up to me to make that decision.” he paused, looking at you to make sure you were looking right back at him. “but i'm gonna be there, sitting right in your vision. i'll be there for you, helping with whatever i am capable of, 'kay?” he said calmly, rubbing your hand to ease out your nervousness.

you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before moving your gaze to the courtroom door, the very door that will lead you to your worst nightmare. “...fine.” you said dejectedly.

“a little enthusiasm wouldn't hurt.”

you looked back at him with a small frown. “fine, let's go kick their ass.” you emphasized, the warmth of your hand quickly leaving his to stand up from your seat.

“not exactly as enthusiastic as i thought, but i'll take it.”

by the time you got in the courtroom, it was already filled to the brim. jurors were getting comfortable on their seats, attorneys getting their files of evidence ready, your colleagues sitting in the audience, it all feels both surreal and nostalgic.

as you and scaramouche took your seats beside the tsaritsa, the judge and defendant finally arrived through the other end of the door. standing up, everyone greeted the judge, which she just waved everyone off to sit back down.

this is it, you thought to yourself.

everything will go back to normal once i'm done with this trial.

you're sure of it.

“i call ms. y/n to the stands.”

you exhaled from the breath you didn't know you were holding in, palms already starting to sweat. you closed your eyes for a few seconds before you opened them again, trying your best to prepare yourself for what's about to come.

the male beside you looked at you in slight concern, nudging you with his leg to make you look at him, giving you his rare and genuine smile once you did.

slowly getting the confidence to continue on, you firmly smiled back at him and rose up from your seat, quickly fixing up any wrinkles from the formal attire you're wearing.

you got this.

you repeated the same sentence again and again in your head, until you've finally got to the stands beside the judge's.

i'm gonna be fine.

“is it true, that on the night of march 19 20xx, you were out with mr. scaramouche?” your attorney, claire, asked, starting off with a simple question for you to answer whilst walking over to your stand.

“yes.” you said flatly, looking at her who's now in front of you.

“and is it true, that you were both undercover on the same night you were shot?”

you gulped, looking down. “it's true.” you muttered after a few seconds, fixing your eyes back up to the crowd in front of you. their eyes stared back, making you slightly uncomfortable in your seat.

she nodded at your answer, turning back on her heel to her desk. “i have no further questions.”

the jurors to your left were writing up something in their papers regarding the scene just now, making you pursed your lips at the thought of losing this case.

the defense attorney stood up now, heading over to you to present his scene. his shoes making sounds on the tiles made you sweat.

“ms. y/n.” he said your name in a confident voice. “why were you undercover that night?”

(rule number 1: never ask 'why' questions)

you rubbed your sweaty palms under the stands, nervousness still evident on your face. “i was assigned to be undercover for a primary drug case, involving the defendant.”

he raised a brow in confusion. “was there any clear evidence that my client was doing illegal schemes while you were undercover that night?”

“n–no, but we've obtained evidence over the last—”

“but not during that night, no?”

you clenched your jaw in irritation. “no.”

“then you could be charged for stalking my client for no reason.”

the crowd gave a small gasp, a few murmurs and whispers thrown out across the courtroom.

claire stood up. “objection!” she yelled. “she was undercover, she had every right to do her duty as she was assigned to do.”

the judge nodded in agreement. “agreed. mr. alex, are you questioning ms. y/n's work in the police department?”

“no.” he defended almost immediately. “frankly, i admire her dedication as a true detective, your honour.”

the judge gave him a bored look, her eyes looking over her small glasses. “then do not bring up such irrelevant topics to support your case.” she said coldly. “continue.”

sighing, the man continued on. “you were shot in one of the alleyways of golden st, correct?”

“yes.”

“how can you be so determined that it was my client who shot you? there aren't any cctv's in the area.”

you gave a look at the man in question a few feet away from you, him already staring back at you with a mischievous smirk. you quickly moved your gaze back to the attorney in front of you. “i was the one who was shot. personally, i'd definitely know what the person looks like before taking away my life.”

“huh.” he simply said, walking around the courtroom. “say, you're a normal citizen. you get robbed by an anonymous person on one fine day, and there were no cctvs around. how can the police officers really trust you if you didn't know what the person looked like? what if you were just lying all along?” he asked, stopping by in front of his desk.

honestly, how is this guy even a defense attorney?

“objection!” your attorney yelled once again. “leading questions are not allowed, and you do not have the right to call a witness a liar.”

“sustained.” the judge looked at the brunette. “any more questions you'd like to ask to ms. y/n?”

the defense attorney grumbled, but stopped abruptly, as if a light bulb suddenly popped on his head. “yes, actually. if that's okay with you, your honour.”

the woman on the higher stand fixed up her glasses, bringing up a hand to gesture him to continue.

“ms. y/n.” he continued once again, walking back to your stand. “how can you be so sure it wasn't you who shot yourself?”

(rule number 2: never ask questions that could lead up for the witness to explain details.)

now everyone in the courtroom let out a loud gasp, whispers getting louder and louder.

the judge gave the defense attorney a dirty look, as he was the cause of the chaos happening in the courtroom right now. “order in my court!” she yelled, making everyone go back in silence.

“i beg your pardon?”

“i think my question was obvious enough.”

you stayed silent for a moment.

straight to your direction was scaramouche, who has been staring at you the whole time. you looked at him with a confused look, clearly disrupted with his blasphemous question.

the ravenette gave a small smile at you and nodded, a sign of reassurance. you looked back at the man in front of you.

it's okay, i can do this.

just be professional, don't let the emotions get to you.

just explain everything to make him stunned.

taking a deep breath, you started your statement. “i was shot with a .380 acp caliber, while the usual handgun caliber for police officers is the 9mm. though having the same diameter, they're still quite different from each other.” you stated, while a screen in the courtroom shows the evidence you were talking about.

“detectives are not allowed to bring their badges and guns along with them during undercover duties, so it'd be preposterous of me to shoot myself just to get your client to jail. after all, this was all about the case i was working on in the first place, not about me being injured.”

you exhaled, taking a moment before you continued again. “mr. james was involved in several illegal drug dealings and it was my job to catch him on the act. it was just unfortunate luck that i was shot in the shoulder and got my leg broken in the process.” you said.

“as i am aware, several evidence leads everything back to him, and i have a witness for my incident. if anything, i'm as innocent as every other human being here, except for mr. james of course.” you finished off, looking at the man who's been haunting you all this time, his usual smirk turning into a frown upon hearing your statement.

“alright now, ms. y/n. i make the rulings here.” the judge waved you off.

the court room fall silent the whole time, all eyes were glued on you. jurors continued on writing on their papers as you sat there on the stands confidently.

the man in front of you groaned in defeat, unable to break you. he turned his back to you and headed over to his desk that had his client. “i have no further questions.” he mumbled.

and the trial went on like usual, questions and cross-examinations being thrown at you one by one. scaramouche was asked to the stands to make some points and answer questions, but they were all simple ones.

until the last few questions came.

“what did you do after ms. y/n was shot?” attorney claire asked out of the blue.

scaramouche widened his eyes at her question. he took a few seconds to register it in his head, making the judge impatient.

“answer the question, mr. scaramouche.” she said, looking at him from her stand.

the ravenette still didn't answer. instead, he searched for you with his eyes in the crowd. all eyes were on him, and it was no doubt that you had yours on him too.

you never found out what scaramouche did after you got shot, even if you've asked him about it a bunch of times in the past. he always managed to shrug it off or change the subject, until you just, gave up on asking. so it'd be normal for you to be waiting expectantly on his answer right now, in court.

he gulped, moving his gaze down on his lap while fidgeting with his fingers. “i chased after mr. james.”

“did you get him?”

the ravenette looked up at attorney claire. “yes.”

“and what did you do after that?”

“i...” he trailed off, looking back down. “i punched him, until he's unconscious.”

attorney claire hummed at his answer. “how did you find y/n?”

he looked at the woman in front of him. “we always had earpieces on us whenever we split up during undercovers, so it'd be easier to communicate with one another, or give a signal to locate each other in case anything happens.”

“ms. y/n gave you a signal?”

scaramouche nodded. “yes, she did.” he said, the ever so tough and scary guy he usually was is now replaced with a nervous wreck. “that's how i found her in the alleyway, a few seconds before she was shot.”

the jurors to his left nodded in acknowledgement, and wrote up something in their papers. he sweated, thinking if he said anything wrong.

“what were you feeling at the time?”

“huh?”

attorney claire cleared her throat. “i'm sorry, i must not have been clear enough. what did you feel when y/n was shot?”

the defense attorney stood up from his seat quickly. “objection! what relevance does this have to the case?”

the judge looked at him with narrowed eyes. “overruled.” she said, making him slouch back to his seat.

everyone in the courtroom was silent, intently listening to what scaramouche was about to say. scaramouche pressed his lips together, unable to get the words out of his mouth.

“mr. scaramouche, everyone's waiting on your answer.” the judge said coldly.

he resorted on looking for you in the crowd again like last time. once he did, you smiled at him, mouthing an 'it's okay'.

ah, how the tables have turned.

if you think that scaramouche was nervous enough on the stands, then you should've looked at yourself in the crowd. you kept fidgeting your clothes, darting your eyes everywhere, and sometimes even biting your thumb nail too, an anxious look on your face every time scaramouche was asked a question.

even the tsaritsa had to calm you down multiple times like a mother, nagging at you to get it together.

scaramouche got his composure back together after the subtle reassurance you gave him, sitting straight to get ready to answer her question.

“i felt... scared.” he hesitated for a moment, looking down on his lap. “y/n has always been my partner in various of cases for the last 5 years, so seeing her, lying helplessly on the ground with a gun pointed towards her got me petrified.”

jurors were frantically writing on their papers as scaramouche continued on talking. “i... thought that'd be the last time i've ever got to see her.” he said, voice breaking. “we don't get along well all the time, but that doesn't mean she's not important to me. to say that she means a lot to me would be an understatement. she– she's everything to me.” he confessed, making everyone in the courtroom gasp, you included.

looks like attorney claire just knows what kind of questions would break him.

claire nodded. “i see. thank you for telling me that, scaramouche.” she said, heading back towards her desk. “i have no further questions, your honour.”

“alex.” the judge called out to the defense attorney. he perked his head up upon hearing his name. “do you have any questions for the witness?” the judge asked.

he shooked his head defeatedly. “no, your honour.”

“then we'll proceed to the closing statements.”

after the closing statements were done, with the defense attorney saying a brief closing with no confidence, jurors were asked to be moved to the jury room to make their deliberations. everyone took the break by waiting outside the courtroom.

scaramouche was last to leave the courtroom. when you saw him twisting the doorknob to close the door, you immediately called out to him and ran towards him.

if it weren't for his fast instincts, he would've been tackled down to the floor right now, given how you almost instantly forced him into a hug.

“oh, um...” he said nervously, hands hovering your waist, not knowing where to put them.

“thank you.” you said, voice muffled from your buried face in his suit. the smell of his cologne still strong even after the dreadful trial you had just now.

the ravenette smiled at you after a moment, hands finally finding their way to reciprocate your hug, with one arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand patting your head affectionately.

you two decided to stayed like that for a few minutes, finding solace in each others arms.

unbeknownst to you and scaramouche, the group you've completely forgotten about were standing a few feet away from the both of you, staring with bored looks on their faces.

“what the hell are they doing?” dottore asked, arms crossed with a sour expression on his face.

pierro scoffed. “to think she wants to get a chance with my son, here she is hugging another man so tightly as if he's gonna vanish in a second.”

while the two men were scowling at you two, the tsaritsa on the other hand had a faint smile seeing you have your moment together.

looks like her plan is going well.

it took around thirty minutes for the jurors to come to a verdict. everyone was asked to reconvene in the courtroom to hear the final closing of the trial.

“members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

a spokesman for the jurors stood up, holding a piece of paper that includes the results of this trial. “we have, your honour.”

the judge nodded. “members of the jury, on the case of this trial, what you say?”

you looked at scaramouche, making him fixate his eyes on yours back. your hands were shaking from the nervousness ever since you got back in the courtroom, so scaramouche decided to do the only thing to calm you down by taking your hand in his.

his genuine smile was there again, the very smile that made your heart skip a beat without you knowing the reason why. you swiftly broke eye contact with him to focus your attention on the jury instead.

the spokesman cleared his throat. “on the count of illegal drug trafficking, we find the defendant...” he trailed off for suspense. “guilty.”

everyone on your side of the court room sighed in relief. that's only one down, you thought.

now the last verdict is what's making you scared shitless.

“and on the count of attempted murder of a law-enforcement officer, we find the defendant...” the man trailed off once again, making you sweat from anxiousness.

come on.

“guilty.”

oh how you burst out of happiness the second you heard that word.

man if you're a law major or a law worker plz refrain from bullying me for the shitty errors i've made in this chapter haha i think i did very bad

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what do you think of the pierro is kaeya's dad theory?

I'm kind of split between "that's too plot relevant for kaeya at this point and too obvious of a link to make" or "this is a rose quartz is pink diamond theory situation where the obvious answer is the right one"

idk if youre familiar with steven universe so I can elaborate on what that means if needed but yeah whats ur take :3c

no i am very familiar with stevens universe

and.. it would be cool. i like the concept. but it just cannot be true at this point , which im okay with ! i think it’d be better if kaeya wasnt pierro’s son tbh. but its still a cool idea iykwim