#kuni.writes

[inazuman-vagrant]

ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴꜱ

"...Are you done yet?"

"Almost! Just hold still."

Kunikuzushi sighs, trying not to fidget as you fold in more flowers into the flower crown.

The two of you were sitting underneath the sacred sakura at the invitation of a certain kitsune.

Kunikuzushi still couldn't believe you convinced not only her but his mother to let him stay.

How did it even come to this?

He didn't understand how you even cared for him, if he was honest.

He was just a puppet. A prototype for perfection. And yet...

"Done! Do you like it?"

When he see's the look on your face, he can see you care deeply for him.

It's not like you try to hide your feelings towards him anyways.

He looks into the mirror and his eyes widen in shock.

Atop his head is strands woven from dendrobiums and naku weed, braided into a crown with crystal cores scattered throughout it.

He...

"You look so ethereal, Kuni."

He did.

He looked like the holy being he was supposed to be.

That he is, in your eyes.

"..Thank you, love."

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ʙᴜɢ

"Tch.. idiot stop moving."

Your eyelids flutter a little as you feel warm arms wrap around your waist. You had been feeling kinda icky today so you decided it would be a good idea to take a nap. Little did you know that a certain artificial archon had decided he wanted attention right then.

"Ngh... Kuni? What-"

"-Shut up and go back to bed."

. . . .

. "If you wanted cuddles you could've just asked."

"...shut up."

You just laugh lightly, turning your body until you can rest your head on his chest.

"Love you."

He scoffs, but from the way he holds you tighter and rests is head upon yours, you can tell what he's trying to say.

I love you too.

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ

Kunikuzushi wasn't meant to feel. Nor was he meant to need. Nor want. Kunikuzushi was a puppet. Puppet on a string. His only requirement was for someone to hold the strings. He never wanted. He never needed. He didn't feel. He wasn't supposed to feel. And yet... Why whenever they were here, he felt something? Why did Kunikuzushi want them to hold his strings? Tug at them and do as they pleased with him. A puppet didn't require much. Nor did a puppet ever need anything. No affection. No want for attention. No need for anything. But then why. Why with them does he feel the need to be open? To tears open his chest and give them his bleeding heart. A heart that doesn't even exist. Puppets don't need hearts. Nor do they need lungs. And yet Kunikuzushi couldn't bring himself to breathe whenever he saw them. He shouldn't...

He didn't feel.

He didn't want.

He didn't need.

But he wanted them. No.

He needed them.

To hold his strings.

To guide his frail puppet vessel throughout this decrepit moral realm.

One full of emotions he didn't wish to feel.

Sensations he never wished to experience.

One that made Kunikuzushi start to doubt his existence.

His existence as a soulless puppet.

...How could he be soulless when he feels so much for them?

When he loves them.

Love... what a silly notion.

Another thing that a puppet didn't require.

But Kunikuzushi loved them.

Kunikuzushi can love.

Then he must be somewhat human.

Because he can love.

No longer a puppet, but a human.

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ

I watch the moon

Let it run my mood

Can’t stop thinking of…

You.

Kunikuzushi was no stranger to being alone. To long for something more than the empty hole in his chest. To want a sense of belonging. When Kunikuzushi began to wander for the first time, he knew something was missing. He tried finding it in others, and did, even if momentarily. Katsaguri… the child… Both of which are now dead and gone.

Kunikuzushi knew he was no ordinary being. He wouldn’t have lived this long otherwise. But this curse of immortality seemed to only fuel his loneliness and effectively catalyze the closure of his heart. If he ever had one, to begin with. Kunikuzushi was sure he didn’t. After all, puppets don’t breathe or feel. Neither do gods. And Scaramouche was both of those things. Scaramouche was a god. Scaramouche wasn’t weak.

…But Scaramouche was only a puppet. A pawn in the Fatui’s game of continental chess. When the checkmate is finally set, Scaramouche would end up on the losing side. So when he finally got what he thought he wanted and subsequently had it taken away from him..? He knew something was wrong. Not just with the “side” of the war he was on. But with himself.

He didn’t blame the traveler for not catching him. He wouldn’t do so in their shoes either. But Kunikuzushi, the one Scaramouche declared dead and feeble, sympathized with the lost look on their face. The way their eyes locked onto his before he plummeted into a cold darkness. He could see their pain. They were more like each other than they previously imagined. They both were missing someone, and both were angry at the person for abandoning them. They both longed to feel whole again. Whole… Scaramouche could never be whole. But Kunikuzushi could... In the form of Wanderer.

Awakening from his coma to find the newly crowned first sage of Beur asleep beside his bed was not what Kunikuzushi had expected. Nor did he expect the gentle smile from Beur herself, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Good Morning, Kunikuzushi."

He hadn’t been greeted with such soft reverence in centuries. Let alone anyone call him by that name.

"...Hello Beur."

The child-like goddess only smiles.

"Call me Nahida."

When the traveler awoke to find Kunikuzushi and Nahida conversing, the puppet finds himself in a sudden embrace, knocking the non-existent wind out of him.

"Traveler what-"

"You're okay..."

Oh.

They... they cared.

He looked over at Nahida, a gentle smile on her face. ...They both did. Kunikuzushi found himself returning the hug before he could process what this meant. His arms wrapping around the traveler, his face burying into their shoulder…

Warm.

They were warm.

And soft.

How long had it been since Kunikuzushi had been held like this? Touched at all in a non-violent manner? He could not remember. All he knew is that he missed this, as silent tears streamed down his face.

Kunikuzushi didn’t know how to process his being gifted an Anemo Vision. Nor his new outfit.

“Nahida made it just for you! So be thankful, hmph!”

Oh, and Paimon was there as well. he almost forgot, much to the traveler's amusement.

“PAIMON’S HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU, TRAVELER!!!”

They have a nice laugh, he found himself noting. He wanted to hear it more often.

Now clothed in his blue-clad garbs and his vision over his heart, Kunikuzushi looks himself over in the mirror. He looks like a new person. He feels like a new person. But he also feels like his old self again. Not Scaramouche, not the Balladeer, Kunikuzushi. The creation of his mother.

His mother...

Kunikuzushi had nearly forgotten about her in the elation of his new beginnings. He was well aware he needed to talk to her for closure. To ask why she did what she did. The traveler was very adamant about that. But they also mentioned that he didn’t have to go back to Inazuma for that either. Something about an adeptal teapot? However, Kunikuzushi found himself declining.

He needed to make this journey on his own. To find the truth and to get closure. And maybe, just maybe, mend his broken relationship with his mother. Archons, he hoped he could do that. With one final hug from the traveler, and handing them some of his signature dish, Kunikuzushi was off. Off to find the truth about himself, and the truth of this world. And maybe, just maybe, he would learn to love himself for what he is.

If I could pretend to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love

Like you.

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴ

You didn't know Kunikuzushi could play the violin.

To be fair, you didn't know a lot about your lover nor his past.

But this was a very welcome surprise.

You found out one morning while you were getting coffee. You had gotten up early to watch the sunrise when you suddenly heard soft music coming from your living room.

You grab your mug and follow the sound of the music to find Kunikuzushi standing in the living room, a violin on his shoulder.

You stare in awe at his peaceful face. His eyes are closed as he begins to play again.

You also notice the sheet music. It was the song you had been practicing on the piano.

Perfect!

Sneaking into the living room unnoticed, you gently set down your cup before beginning to play piano.

You hear Kunikuzushi gasp before he begins playing again with you.

The soft harmonies echo throughout the living room as it turns a soft orange with the sunrise.

There is no place you'd rather be than with your beloved.

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

Scaramouche let out a groan, slowly rising from the rubble in front of his god form. His hand went to his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut as his head began pounding, most definitely from the fall he took just a few moments before.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and his gaze fell upon the traveler, their pet- whatever it's name was, and there god of wisdom herself. In her hands was the Electro gnosis, his gnosis. Or- I guess it wasn't his anymore really.

Scaramouche tried to get up, to move or to do anything, to grab the gnosis back from the god but his body refused to get up for such a reason. He was frustrated, the gnosis being so close he could easily grab it once again but he knew deep down, in his heart that didn't exist, that he had lost. What he thought was his ambition faded away in almost an instant.

A single frustrated tear slid down his cheek as he finally stood up, his knees shaking a bit as he stumbled away from the god, the traveler and the gnosis.

Scaramouche walked for what felt like hours, although in reality he lost count of the time ages ago. He was barely paying attention to his surroundings as he walked further and further away from Sumeru city. Although he did notice the sky finally begin to darken, the color shifting from a blue to a deep purple as the sun set past the horizon.

Scaramouche didn't have the need for sleep, nor did he feel tired, however today his body felt exhausted.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he laid down in a grassy field just by the border of Sumeru and the Chasm, his eyes refusing to shut as he stared up into the sky.

"Did the stars always twinkle this brightly?" he muttered to himself, "or is it just the gods above mocking my defeat."

.

.

.

Walking through the starry night, a traveler wanders their way around the chasm. Eyes wide and full of light as the stars above them sing.

Soft footsteps and the sound of nature fills the air as they walk towards Sumeru. They were going to find their traveler friend and Paimon, and bring them the gifts they had made.

Suddenly, they notice a somewhat familiar face on the ground in front of them.

...Is that... the Balladeer?

It was, and their eyes widened to see his unfamiliar clothing and his state of being.

Why was he out here? Alone, nonetheless.

"...When I decided to go listen to the stars sing, I didn't think their song would lead me to you."

Scaramouche's eyes looked up at the traveler, his expression staying the same deadpan expression he's had since he walked off earlier that day.

"Oh... Come to mock my defeat?" He grumbled, his eyes shifting back away from the traveler and back up to the stars.

Scaramouche stayed silent for quite some time, thoughts spinning through his head about what to do or how to act in this situation.

"You've met her, haven't you." He finally spoke, his expression unchanging, "my mother, Ei."

He finally sat back up from the grass, his hands on either side of him in the grass. "Did she tell you why she abandoned me? Hell, did she ever mention my name..." he muttered, trailing off into his own thoughts.

Scaramouche could already feel a mix of emotions inside of him.

Anger? Resentment? Longing? He couldn't really pinpoint any one emotion.

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.

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TBC because I have run out of time. I promise this is fluff eventually, apologies everyone! <3

[inazuman-vagrant]

ᴋᴜɴɪᴋᴜᴢᴜꜱʜɪ

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ/ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ - I feel like he'd be called Scaramouche for a while when just starting the relationship. - He wouldn't be one for pet names, not at first. - Scara would become a nickname after a while. - And I mean a while. He is still trying to open up to you. - But then, the name just.. doesn't fit coming from your mouth?- To him, it doesn't feel quite right. - It doesn't feel as intimate as he feels with you. so eventually he just corrects you. "Scara, could you-" "-Kunikuzushi." . . . "Pardon?" "My name. Call me Kunikuzushi." "Alright Kunikuzushi," he can feel his face pulling into a small smile, "or would you prefer if I called you Kuni?" "..Both are good."

- He wouldn't let anyone else call him that

- You are the exception

- Because he loves you.

[inazuman-vagrant]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ

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ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: ᴏᴘᴇɴ | ᴀꜱᴋꜱ: ᴏᴘᴇɴ

I'm Kuni, I'm 18, and my pronouns are he/they. I write things for Genshin Impact! Specifically the character Scaramouche or Kunikuzushi.

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What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

x Reader (gn!, male, trans, and nonbinary reader is a preference. my default will always be gender neutral.)

Lime (slight smut but not super explicit)

Yandere (expect some mistakes as i'm getting used to it)

SAGAU (but again, specifically for scaramouche)

HC's!

Scaramouche x ____ (but i have the right to not do the ship you request)

What I will not write:

Smut

Super dark content

P*d*ph*l*a

*nc*st

Anything I refuse in requests/asks.

DNI:

Pro-shippers

Racist

Sexist

Anyone under 13

LGBTQIA-phobic

Ableist

A p*do or p*do supporter

People who hate others based on their religion or method of practice. (this includes things such as witchcraft and spirituality)

Basically anyone else who discriminates against others

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