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r0ttenhearts · 6 months
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voicemails from regretful scara
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“hey, it’s (y/n), i’m busy right now but i’ll get back to you as soon as i can! leave a message at the beep.”
beep.
“hey, uhm, it’s me. i’m sorry about what i said. can we talk?”
september 28th, 2:36 am.
beep.
“(y/n)? it’s been a few days.. why haven’t you replied?”
september 30th, 4:15 am.
beep.
“(y/n). get back to me when you can.. please.”
october 1st, 2:03 pm.
beep.
“i haven’t seen you around lately. it’s weird for me to not see you around. where are you?”
october 7th, 8:14 pm.
beep.
“seriously (y/n), can you fucking stop? can you stop being so childish? just talk to me, don’t be a child.”
october 8th, 2:10 pm.
beep.
“i’m sorry for what i said, i’m sorry for all of it. just please, stop doing this.”
october 12, 4:27 am.
beep.
“it’s been so long i think i’m forgetting your voice.”
october 20th, 1:17 am.
beep.
“it’s almost been a month since.. i hope you’ll forgive me soon.. or one day.”
october 28th, 5:38 am.
beep.
“i hate that we aren’t talking. i hate you for betraying me after that promise we made.”
november 1st, 1:18 am.
beep.
“i’m sorry, (y/n). i lied to you that day. i loved— love, you. i’m sorry for how i hurt you. i miss you. please don’t become the fourth.”
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niiine · 1 year
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𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋
Character(s). Xiao, Scaramouche, Kazuha x Reader (Separate, ofc). Mentions of Venti, Heizou, and Aether.
Synopsis. In which they keep on denying having feelings towards you but then becomes hella possessive and gatekeeping experts when someone shows interest.
Modern! AU, Fem! Reader (I'm so sorry for putting this so late T^T)
Fluff
Tsundere! Scara and Xiao, as usual, and Shy Kazu bebi.
NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.
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Xiao
He’s just tolerating you.
Or so he says. But Aether always finds it amusing how you can pester XIAO from time to time and get out of it with just a sigh from the golden eyed lad.
Like today, for example.
- As an introvert, powernap at the university’s roof top is like a holy grail for Xiao. He treasures it so much that the moment the bell signifies lunch, he’ll dash out of the room in a heartbeat. His friends know better than to disturb him else they receive some icy words. But somehow, much to Venti’s amusement, Xiao let you crash his solace and talk his ears out on days that you feel like doing so. Pretty privileges. Venti thought, before gushing it out with their friend group.
Heizou tried to make him confess that he is head over heels for you. He just finds it so funny how Xiao keeps denying his very obvious crush on you. Come on, he’s pretty sure that he’s not the only one who notice how Xiao’s sharp eyes keeps drifting back to you every time.
“You don’t look at me like how you look at her!”
“No. It’s just that it hurts my eyes when I see you.”
It’s the talk of the group for like a week. How they would see Xiao being such a gentleman when you’re in the room, his patience longer than they’ve ever seen, and more.
“Just admit it lover boy. You simp for (name)” Scaramouche pointed out. A sinister thought playing in his mind.
-  “I told you, I don’t. She’s just much tolerable than the rest of our classmates” The questioned man rolled his eyes, not entertaining the idea because even if he does, he’s a hundred and ten percent sure that you’re not in love with him. “Well, if that’s true, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I go after her?” the indigo haired man piped, only to be met by daggers sent through Xiao’s eyes. Eerie silence filled the room until Scara raised his hands in the air, satisfied smirk decorating his lips, “I’m kidding.” (Much like what he had done in this one.)
“Thought so.”
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Scaramouche
This man is so obvious it hurts.
And also, he’s extra mean to you. He wants your attention babe, believe me.
“Hah! I can do that better. You suck.”, “What? Speechless because you’re so in love with me?”
No, it’s the other way around and SCARAMOUCHE KNOWS IT.
But like, you don’t believe his attitude towards you because his actions say otherwise.
- “You’re an idiot. Acting so high and mighty while being pathetically weak.” And then he proceeds to help you pick up the books that have fallen from your grasp and took the remaining ones on your arms to carry it himself.
- “Heh. You think he’s gonna like you back by helping him out? No way you’re uglyyy” “I don’t like him idiot. I have to do this, so he’ll pay me nice and good” you rolled your eyes and he sighs in relief.
He’s actually pretty close to you since you’re friends since middle school.
Venti and Heizou will call the two of you an old married couple because of the continues bickering. Of which Scara will return with disgusted look because no, He can’t have it get to him because he will lose you if he does.
But his friends know otherwise. They notice how careful the man when it comes to you, how observant he is when you’re involved, etc. And besides, Venti just feels it.
And Venti turns out right (again) when their group passed by two students who are obviously gushing over you and one of them spot Scara.
- “Just confess to (name)! You wouldn’t know until you try.” One of them says, and Scara’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “But aren’t they like with that scary dude?” cue Venti and Heizou snickering in the background. This resulted to the two met gazes with them. Their knees tremble at the sight of your bestfriend. His usually playful eyes now dark and looming—and it’s directed at them.
“Yes,” he started menacing look present in his lovely, porcelain face. “they’re taken by the scary dude.”
The two ended up running and Venti and Heizou needs to be intervened by Aether for them to stop laughing.
“Hey scary dude. I thought you didn’t like her?” Venti teased, and Aether just sighed.
“Shut up”
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Kaedehara Kazuha
This man is a gentleman you wouldn’t notice anything if you’re not as observant as Heizou.
He smiles so gentle with anyone, he talks with utmost respect, this guy right here is the epitome of prim and proper.
“But he’s always giddy when he’s talking to them” Heizou pointed out to Venti one day, to which the latter ended up agreeing to. Because now that he mentions it, Kazuha really seems so excited talking to you.
His eyes literally sparkles when you’re in the room, and his smiles are wider and brighter than usual when talking to you.
And in addition to that, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA always go out of his way for you.
- “Kazuha?” The man turns to you, a tender smile immediately making its way to decorate his face, “Yes, (name)?”. “I made a (a dish with gourd in it). Would you like some?” And oh, the man will munch on it like it’s his most favorite thing on the whole Teyvat, only it’s not. He hates bitter gourd. But to make you happy? Give it all to him and he’ll eat it with the sweetest smile.
The lad also does everything in his capability to be near you. You need something from the cafeteria? He needs to buy something as well. You suck at this one subject? He’ll offer to teach you. You accidentally have no partner in light stretching for P.E? He, too!
But it seems like this fact hits Venti and Heizou earlier than him, as they can also see clear signs that Kazuha is not aware of his own feelings.
That’s why they took it to their own hands. They must help their friend in need you know! So, they did the most obvious thing one should do,
They asked him.
- “Zuhaa,” Venti piped in as Heizou placed his arms around Kazuha’s shoulder. “We’re wondering, do you perhaps fancy (name)?”. They received a soft chuckle from the lad. A very composed answer left his lips. “(Name) is certainly beautiful and wonderful individual,” he smiles and cleared his throat. Bashful and shy from his words, “But I am afraid I have to say no to you question.” The other two expected this. ALL their friends are like this, Kazuha is not the first one, so they know what to do. “Ohh That’s great!” Venti exclaimed, as if excited at the new found information before turning to Heizou, “You can pursue them then!”
Kazuha’s heart almost stopped at his friends’ words, so Heizou like you? Of course, he does. You’re beautiful and kind and gentle, and more. It’s only natural to like you. But he wants you! And words left his lips before he can keep it shut.
“No, they’re mine!”
Awe, the usually composed and collected Kazuha now red and ashamed of what he has done. The back of his hand failing miserably at trying to hide the red hue that painted his face down to his neck.
The other two looked at the outburst of their friend before erupting into laughter.
“Not if you don’t confess soon enough” Heizou said in between laughs and Kazuha sent him a sharp look. Face still beet red.
“Don’t do that again” he warned the other two, now caught up on their antics.
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amalythea · 13 days
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「 hold my hand, please, one last time.」
⤷ info: kazuha, albedo, aether, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader || angst, this is based on the prompt “can i hold your hand?” (or “can you hold my hand?”) || wc: 3104
⤷ warnings: death, this is v v angsty
⤷ extra: i wrote this a while ago back on soleillunne and decided that it was too good to be gone forever lmao
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kazuha.
The battlefield was strewn with chaos, and amidst the clash of swords and the cries of war, Kazuha fought with all his might, his heart burdened with the weight of the lives at stake. He had hoped that his skills with the blade and mastery of the Anemo vision would be enough to protect those he held dear, but fate had other plans.
As the battle raged on, he caught a glimpse of his lover, a skilled warrior whose presence had always brought him comfort and strength, you. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, you understood each other without uttering a word. It was a silent promise that you would find each other amidst the chaos.
But the tide turned against you, and the enemy’s forces seemed endless. Despite your best efforts, the defenders were overwhelmed, and Kazuha found himself standing back-to-back with you, defending against the onslaught.
In the midst of the chaos, an arrow found its mark. Time seemed to slow as the arrow pierced through your chest, and the world around you faded into the background. Kazuha’s heart clenched in horror as he caught you, your strength waning with each passing moment.
“Kazuha,” you gasped, blood staining your lips. “Can I hold your hand?”
Tears welled up in Kazuha’s eyes as he clutched your hand tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the pain. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice trembling with grief.
Your hand trembled in his grasp, and Kazuha could feel your life slipping away like sand through his fingers. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the light in your eyes began to fade. You smiled weakly at him, a bittersweet expression filled with love and regret.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sounds of battle. “I wish… we had more time.”
“Don’t speak like that,” Kazuha pleaded, his voice breaking. “We’ll get through this. I won’t let you go.”
But you knew better, and as your strength waned, you continued to smile at him, your touch growing weaker by the second.
“I love you,” you murmured, your breath becoming shallow. “Always…”
Tears streamed down Kazuha’s cheeks as he held you close, trying to shield you from the harsh reality of the world around you. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the events that led to this tragic moment, but life was unforgiving in its cruelty.
Your hand in his grew colder, and your breathing ceased. Your life force, once vibrant and strong, slipped away, leaving behind only a lifeless body in Kazuha’s arms.
Kazuha held your hand tightly, unable to let go, as if keeping that connection alive could somehow bring you back. He cried out in anguish, the weight of grief crashing down upon him like an unforgiving storm.
In that moment, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Kazuha felt an emptiness he had never known before. He had lost not only a lover but a confidant, a soulmate with whom he had shared dreams, laughter, and countless cherished memories.
And as the battle raged on, Kazuha clung to your lifeless hand, lost in sorrow, with a heart that would forever bear the burden of their memory.
albedo.
Albedo’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his you in his arms. He was just about to descend from his lab on Dragonspine to meet up with you as he promised, only to see you laying on your own blood at the bottom of the mountain. He had seen you only hours prior, he’d laughed with you, but now, all that remained was a sea of sorrow, the bitter taste of loss overwhelming his senses.
He looked down at the face that he had cherished so dearly, now drained of all warmth and life. Your eyes, once filled with light and love, now stared back at him with a haunting emptiness. Albedo’s hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.
“Can you hold my hand?” a weak voice whispered, barely audible amidst the sounds of grief and despair that surrounded them. Albedo’s heart wrenched at the sound, and he quickly took your freezing hand into his own.
Tears streamed down Albedo’s cheeks as he clutched your hand tightly. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice breaking with pain. “I’ll hold your hand for as long as you need, my love.”
He brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the once-warm skin, now cold and lifeless. Memories of your time together flooded his mind – the laughter you shared, the dreams you nurtured, and the love you built with each passing day. Now, all that was left were shattered hopes and dreams.
“I’m so sorry,” Albedo whispered, his voice filled with regret and guilt. “I couldn’t protect you. I failed.”
You weakly shook your head, mustering a faint smile. “No, don’t blame yourself,” you managed to say. “You… you brought me so much happiness, Albedo. Please, don’t forget that.”
Albedo’s heart ached at the words, realizing that he had to find the strength to carry on without you. But it felt like an impossible task, as if the very essence of his being had been torn apart.
“I don’t know if I can,” he confessed, his voice trembling with sorrow. “You’re my everything.”
You fingers tightened around his hand as if trying to hold on just a little longer. “You’re strong, Albedo. Stronger than you know,” you said, your voice barely audible. “Promise me… you’ll keep going… for both of us.”
Albedo nodded, his tears falling freely now. “I promise,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll live for the both of us. But it won’t be the same without you.”
Your breaths became shallower, and Albedo knew that your life was slipping away. He leaned closer, trying to memorize every detail of your face, never wanting to forget.
“I love you,” you whispered, your words fading like a gentle breeze. “Always.”
“I love you too,” Albedo replied, his voice choked with emotion. “Always and forever.”
And with those final words, your grip on his hand slowly weakened until it was gone completely. Albedo held onto your hand a moment longer, pressing it against his heart as if trying to keep your love alive within him.
As grief consumed him, Albedo felt a mix of emotions. Sorrow, anger, and a deep longing to see his lover again, even if it were just for a moment. But he knew he had to continue, to honor your memory and the love you shared.
Albedo gently laid your body down, closing your eyes with tender care. He stood, feeling the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders, but also the weight of your love, and your belief in him, pushing him forward. Though his heart was shattered, he would carry your love with him, always.
And as he walked away from that place of sorrow, he knew that the pain would remain, but so would the memories of a love that would never truly fade away.
aether.
Aether’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his dying lover in his arms. The battlefield around them had turned into a chaotic canvas of destruction, but his attention was solely focused on the person he held dear. You were slipping away, and he could feel your life force fading like a waning star.
“Can you hold my hand?” you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of war. Aether’s eyes filled with tears, and he gently clasped your frail hand in his own, interlocking your fingers. His touch was warm, providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.
“I’m here,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I won’t let go.”
Your breathing was shallow, and your once-bright eyes were now dim, but you managed a faint smile. It was a bittersweet expression, as if you were trying to convey so much in that fleeting moment. Memories of you flooded Aether’s mind, from the first time you met under the starlit sky to the promises you made to each other.
“You have to promise me,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “that you’ll keep going. That you’ll find happiness again.”
Aether couldn’t find the strength to respond, his throat constricted with grief. He knew that in a world without his lover, life would lose its luster, its purpose. But he understood that you were trying to ease his pain, even in your last breaths.
“No,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I can’t bear to live without you. Please don’t leave. Not you too.”
You smiled again, a mixture of sadness and love in your eyes. “You are strong, Aether, and you will find the strength to carry on. I will always be with you.”
Aether’s heartache intensified, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. He wished he could freeze time, to hold you forever, but he knew it was slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.
“I love you,” you said, their voice fading into a whisper.
“And I love you,” Aether replied, his voice breaking.
Your grip on his hand loosened, and Aether felt the last pulse of life slip away from you. He held onto your hand a moment longer, not wanting to let go, but eventually, he lowered it gently to your chest.
In that moment, as the world around him continued to rage with chaos, Aether felt an overwhelming emptiness inside. His lover was gone, and the pain of your absence consumed him. But he knew he had to honor your last wish—to find a way to live without you, to keep your love alive in his heart.
With tears in his eyes, Aether kissed your forehead one last time before he stood, facing the uncertain future that lay ahead. Your love would forever be his guiding light, and he would cherish every memory, every moment you had shared.
And as the battles raged on and the world continued to turn, Aether vowed to carry your love with him, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. Though your physical presence was gone, your love would endure, a reminder that even in the face of loss, the power of love could transcend beyond the boundaries of life and death.
heizou.
Heizou knelt on the cold, damp ground, cradling your cold body in his arms. He had just returned home from work, when the last thing he expected to see was see you laying on your own blood in your shared home. He held you closer, your blood staining his hands, mingling with his own tears. His heart felt as though it had been torn apart, and the pain was almost unbearable.
The world seemed to slow down as Heizou stared into the fading eyes of his beloved. Each second felt like an eternity, and yet, it was slipping away all too quickly. He could see the struggle in your gaze, the effort it took to speak those final words.
“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered, your voice getting lower with each word.
Tears streamed down Heizou’s face, and he gently clasped your trembling hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. He felt your warmth slowly waning, and he held on tighter, as if he could somehow will life back into you with the strength of his grip.
“You don’t have to ask,” Heizou choked out, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll hold your hand forever.”
You managed a faint smile, your strength visibly waning. “I… I love you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you too,” Heizou replied, his voice trembling. “You’re my everything, my reason for living.”
As the commotion outside your shared home began to get louder, the people having noticed the blood stains, Heizou’s focus remained solely on you. The world outside ceased to exist for him, and he poured all his love and energy into holding you, trying to be your anchor in this storm of pain and suffering.
In your last moments, you clung to each other tightly, as if afraid to let go. Heizou’s heart ached as he felt your life slipping away from him, the person who meant more to him than anything else in the world. He wished he could have done something, anything, to save you.
But in the end, all he could do was be there, holding your hand, providing them with comfort in their final moments. Heizou would carry the weight of this loss forever, the memories of you etched into his soul.
Even as people left you two alone and the world moved on, Heizou remained on that cold, damp ground, cradling the body of the one he had loved and lost, his heart forever scarred by the pain of that fateful day.
xiao.
Xiao knelt on the damp ground, his heart pounding with anguish as he cradled your shaking form in his arms. The battlefield around you was silent, the chaos of the battle having retreated, leaving behind only the echoes of suffering and loss.
Your once bright eyes, now dulled by death, stared up at him, and Xiao couldn’t bear to look away. Your hands, once intertwined in a promise of eternity, now lay limp and still. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
“Can you hold my hand?” your voice was a faint whisper, barely audible amidst the devastation surrounding them.
Xiao’s heart shattered at those words, but he gently took your hand in his own, holding it with all the tenderness and love he had for you. “I will always hold your hand,” he choked out, his voice breaking with grief.
You managed a weak smile, the corners of your lips lifting slightly. “Even in death,” you murmured, your voice barely reaching Xiao’s ears.
“I’ll follow you anywhere, my love,” Xiao vowed, his fingers trembling as he clung tightly to the hand that was growing colder by the second. “Even to the ends of this cruel world.”
Your breathing grew fainter, and your grip on his hand loosened. Xiao felt his heartache intensify, knowing that he couldn’t change the cruel fate that had befallen you.
“Thank you… for loving me,” you whispered, your voice a mere thread of sound.
“Thank you for making my life meaningful,” Xiao replied, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m grateful for every moment we shared.”
Your eyes locked for a final time, and in that fleeting moment, a lifetime of love and memories passed between you. Xiao wished he could freeze time, to hold on to this moment forever, but life had other plans.
As the last breath left your lips, Xiao leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Rest now,” he whispered, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll carry you in my heart. Until we meet again.”
He remained there, holding your lifeless hand, as tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the blood-stained soil beneath you. Xiao knew that a part of him had died that day with his beloved, but he also knew that your love would live on, eternal and undying, no matter the circumstances.
wanderer.
Wanderer knelt on the ground, his heart pounding in his chest as he cradled you in his arms. The world around you seemed to blur, the noise of battle fading into an eerie silence. The battle had been brutal, and he had fought with all his might to protect the one he loved, but fate had dealt them a cruel hand.
Your once vibrant eyes now glistened with pain, and a weak smile graced your lips. Blood stained your clothing, and Wanderer could feel your life slipping away.
“Hey,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t have much time, do I?”
Wanderer choked back a sob, clutching your body tightly. “Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. We’ll get you help.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips, but it quickly turned into a cough. “You can’t lie to me, my love.” you managed to say, your breath shallow.
Tears finally streamed down Wanderer’s face as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry if I didn’t say it often. I can’t bear to lose you.”
You trembled in his grasp, and gazed into his eyes with a mixture of love and sadness. “Can I hold your hand?” you asked, your voice barely audible.
Wanderer nodded frantically, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held your hand close to his heart, hoping that somehow he could transfer strength to you.
“I’m scared,” you admitted, tears pooling in your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”
He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and full of affection, reserved only for you. “You won’t have to. Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll get you help. We’ll face this together.”
Your grip tightened weakly on his hand. “You’re my light, my love, my everything,” you murmured. “You always have been. Promise me you’ll keep shining, even when I’m gone.”
Wanderer could feel whatever was left of his heart shatter with your words. “I promise,” he choked out. “But you can’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.”
Your breathing grew shallower, and your voice became softer. “You’re strong, my love,” you said. “You’ll find a way. Remember me, but don’t let my memory hold you back. Live your life to the fullest. Find happiness again.”
“I can’t imagine life without you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “How am I supposed to go on?”
Your only response was a brief smile, and he squeezed your cold hand tightly. “I’ll never let go,” he vowed. “Not even when you’re gone.”
Your breathing slowed, and your eyes locked with his one last time. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice fading away.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice cracking.
And then, with your hand still clasped in his, you were gone.
Wanderer held your lifeless form closer, his tears falling like rain. He knew that life would never be the same again, that a piece of his heart had been taken with you. But he also knew that he had to keep the promise he made. With a heavy heart, he stood, carrying your memory with him as he faced the world without you, knowing that he would always carry your love and light with him.
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quinnchee · 1 year
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SCARAMOUCHE AHHH
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Art is NOT mine by: fenkko on Twitter!
Spoilers! Spoilers! Archon quest 3.2
scaramouche x creator reader (could be read as SAGAU )
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Scaramouche had been defeated, the giant mech falls to its knees, dust and debris flying all around the now quiet room. Nahida starts to approach the fallen mech, breaking the seal, slowly removing the glowing gnosis.
you tell Nahida to stop, immediately sensing his agony as he tried to grasp the gnosis desperately. Straightening up You slowly make your way up to the lost soul,
you can hear his desperate grunts as his finger tips graze the gnosis
You take him into your loving arms, you try your best to comfort the hystericalboy patting his back while in your warm embrace, but he doesn’t let up. He can’t he needs the gnosis he wants that power, but his eyes just can’t stay open any longer…
You know he can’t have the gnosis, your eyebrows furrow as you grab the lone hand away from the floating chest piece, while you speak words of reassurance and comfort into his ears. He whimpers, cries. “Why?” is the only thing filling his mind as the gnosis floats further away and his eyes get droopy.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! Why!?
He finally passes out the light leaving broke eyes, you give him one last squeeze before turning to grab the glowing bishop admiring the purple hue before handing it to the dendro archon.
You descend from your place in the mech, scaramouche held tightly but gently in your arms,
you hold him with so much care, as if he’ll break with a tap to his heart.
You hold him for the rest of the time, up until he’s about to wake, giving the lone wanderer one last kiss on the head before you make your great escape back to the traveller.
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scarasbaefy · 9 months
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i know you
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you didn't think he'd ever leave you behind.
chars; scaramouche
; angst. abandonment. g.neutral reader. proof-read (for once)
notes; finally posting it sry for gatekeeping teheheh
reblogs appreciated !!!
“i’m here!” you cried at the man in front of you, “i’m here... regardless of the pain. please—” you choked on a sob, “please don’t push me away from you.”
scaramouche couldn’t face you. not because he felt guilty or anything, though, but because he couldn’t stand seeing his once strong, determined partner look so… pathetic.
since the battle with lumine, his mind has been elsewhere. he was constantly daydreaming or zoning out when he was with you. out with nahida asking questions about who knows what, or silently following the traveler during her commissions. it’s not like you could voice your opinion on his actions. you weren't in a relationship. you were only his second in command. one of his followers.
you two were found and kept together after the battle, being watched over by nahida. when you were discovered, your body was being protected by scaramouche. unlike him, your body was extremely fragile, and he couldn’t let anything harm you, his most trusted partner and friend.
when you’d go on missions or investigate something together, it would always be the two of you. almost inseparable, and no one could tear you apart. you couldn’t have one without the other, and no one argued against it. it wouldn’t change anything since you'd break the rules to travel along each other's side. the tsarita even admired the relationship between you and scaramouche, reminding her of how similar the balladeer is to his mother. just like ei had makoto, scaramouche had you.
when lumine came into the picture, everything changed. while your body was recovering from the injuries of battle, the traveler and scaramouche had gotten closer, along with nahida. his visits would become less and less frequent. at times, you would even catch him looking disgusted upon entering your room.
now, here you were confronting scaramouche after days of him overall neglecting you.
“i’m here!” you shouted at the man before you, “i’m here regardless of the pain. please—” you choked on a sob, “please don’t push me away from you.”
scaramouche scowled and glared at you with cold eyes— almost as if he didn’t know who you were. “quiet down, you’re embarrassing me. i bet everyone can hear your pathetic begs from outside.” he said as he rushed towards you and covered your mouth with his hand, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you onto the bed behind you forcefully.
the impact caused you to wince as your wounds haven’t fully healed. you held onto your bandaged arms as you looked up at him in disbelief. “this isn’t you. i know you. why are you acting this way? i got hurt, yes, but because of your actions. if i may remind you, you’re the one who pleaded for me to stay with you as you were being turned into a god,” you kicked his leg, causing him to stumble backwards, “now that the plan failed and good guys are here, you want to suck up to them? leave me behind?”
scaramouche scoffed arrogantly at your comment, almost sounding like a dry chuckle. “i see what’s going on here,” he said before walking towards the door, “and just so you know, you’re not the only person in the world. i can meet and drop people as i see fit,” he looked back at you, “what makes you feel so entitled to me anyways? you’re below me and have always been. just a human. you were just the strongest soldier we had and i took advantage of that. just because we spent time together doesn’t mean you have any right to tell me what i can and can't do, whether it’s with or without you.”
scaramouche opened the door to leave the room just before taking a look at your face one last time, memorizing every detail. a flicker of sadness washed over his body at the sight. he knew what he had to do, and he was bittersweet about it. he didn't want to leave anything that would change his mind from erasing his existence.
and that was you.
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cherrylovelycherry · 2 months
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I was enchanted to meet you
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pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader cw/genre. angst, falling out of love, break up, lovers to strangers/exes, mention of lies, false words. masterlist!
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You and Scara have been dating for 1 year, he also always shows you affection, But all he does is lie.
Scara had a concert with his friends, so you go to watch it. When you saw the concert, Scara playing the guitar while seeing the singer with love eyes, the song: Enchanted
"I was Enchanted to meet you." The singer was singing and she also looked at him
"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you." 
The night was cold, you cursed yourself for continuing with your fantasy of colors and sparkles in the shape of hearts. It was obvious, you just preferred not to know anything and ignore.
But if you already knew everything, so why did it hurt so much?
You felt like an idiot, falling for his pretty, decorated lies over and over again. It was too much for you.
You tried a lot to hold back the tears, you tried to push the people who were there, in an attempt to get out.
But oh, the music and Scara's voice with the girl, resonated from your ears to your brain. Unconsciously your tears could not hold in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. Pouring your heart out little by little, you didn't care how many looks the people watching the concert gave you.
It was unfair.
His false promises of "I will be your last love.", when you returned home embarrassed and happy by his confession, now fell into bitter empty words. The worst of all is that you knew it, but you believed, you had a little hope that your stories would come true.
The moment you were finally able to get out of there, you allowed yourself to sob.
It was ridiculous and humiliating, because of all the times he could do that was now, in front of a lot of people?
You returned home, you cursed internally again when you took into account that Scara also lived with you. Your mind had already processed this moment months ago while your heart was just trying to understand it.
You let out a shaky breath, “good things don’t last forever,” you thought.
You left your bag on the couch while you entered the master bedroom, taking out the suitcase where you had stored your things when you moved in with him.
As you were putting your clothes in, without touching the things he had bought you, your phone rang.
The movement of your hands stopped for a brief moment, Your eyes filled with tears again, the song from the concert, your song, forced you to have a hurricane of memories.
The first thing your brain thought to torture you was his confession; "He's your first love..." At that time, you had another love interest but that didn't stop him. "...I'm trying to be the last one."
"No matter what time passes."
Oh, how it hurt you.
Apparently that 'time' was only 6 months.
You sighed and left the suitcase open, heading to the couch and taking out your phone.
“Hello.” you said through tears and a cracking voice.
“Where are you? I didn't see you when the concert ended.” He said with a calm voice as if he had not been the one on stage flirting minutes ago.
“I’m at home.” you whispered.
He went silent, you could hear how he breathed through the phone.
You went quiet as well, as the silence passed, neither of you was the first to speak.
You heard that his breath was quick, something made him uneasy.
“Did something happen?” He asked in a more serious tone than before.
At your lack of response, Scara spoke again.
“…I’m coming over." He said and hung up.
You left your cell phone on the couch while you went back to put away your belongings in the suitcase.
You still wanted to cry but no tears came out of your eyes. Now you were sitting on the couch, with the suitcase on one side, waiting for him.
10 minutes had passed and finally you began to hear his footsteps approaching.
Your heart felt heavy.
He came in, seeing the suitcase on the couch, he looked at you.
"... what are you doing?" His eyes scanned you with concern, they looked into yours with the same concern.
You raised your head, looking at him, your eyes were red and swollen. You let out a sigh and spoke calmly; "I am leaving."
"Y/N—" He tried to start but you spoke first.
"I'm not interested in hearing any explanations or excuses," You said firmly.
He wanted to say something but you put your hand up in the air stopping his words.
"No matter what you say I don't believe you anymore," Your words pierced his heart like it was nothing, even your eyes were dry.
He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, he finally lowered his gaze to the floor.
"..."
"Why did you go through the trouble of lying to me about loving me when it was so easy for you to fall in love with someone else in front of me on stage?", you thought, but you didn't say.
You got up from the couch, standing in front of him.
"Please, I can explain—"
You silenced him again.
"I know you're interested in someone else, Scara." You said, your voice sounding soft and calm.
You took his hands in yours, wanting to feel the warm touch you longed for from him. "Take good care of yourself from now on." You said, tightening your grip on his hands knowing that the moment you let go, you would never feel that warmth inside you again.
He couldn't speak, he also tightened his grip on your hands, remaining silent.
You surprised yourself by the fact that you were so calm now, without needing to drown in tears. You wanted to think that it was because of your mind, which had already been prepared for this moment, you didn't even mind leaving in the middle of the night, you had called a taxi before anyway.
For a few more seconds you continued like this until you released his hands. You inhaled and exhaled, going back to grab your suitcase. "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you." You said with a little smile on your face, looking at him one last time and then walking past him, opening the door to your now ex-house, leaving there.
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xxstealla · 3 months
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Traitor pt.2
In which scaramouche prefers Haypaysia's presence over yours, so you go to liyue harbor in an attempt to move on from scaramouche and to find an old friend.
scaramouche x reader/xiao x reader
Wangshu inn is just what you needed, the calm breeze, the sound of children laughing and the sweet nostalgic smell of almond tofu.
That reminds you of someone who loved that dish so.
"I wonder how Xiao is doing..." you quietly muttered to yourself.
Just then in amist of a poof of blackish green smoke, Xiao suddenly appeared next to you.
"Oh my archorns-"
"Its been a while mortal."
"Oh hi Xiao, how'd you find me here?" you said as you mustered up a smile.
"I told you. If you find yourself in trouble, just call out my name: Adeptus Xiao. Though it seems to me that you're not in any danger here."
"Hehe sorry, your name just slipped out just now."
Over the next few days, you and Xiao recount the big and little things that happened back when you left Liyue.
You gradually open up about your past relationship with Scaramouche.
"Foolish mortals, they wouldn't ever hope to be betrayed, yet they do the same to the people who trust them."
"He's not exactly a mortal though."
"Well if he's that stupid to hurt you, he's a foolish mortal in my eyes."
"Haha, but I'm a mortal, does that mean you also think I'm stupid?"
"You're-you're... different."
His ears became slightly red as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.
Over the course of months, he slowly helped you move on as the both of you became closer and closer.
Then on one day, he finally proposed,
"When I'm with you I wish the moment would last forever, and when we are apart I worry endlessly for your safety. Then I realised that everything reminds me of you. I believe mortals call this love, it's a foolish thing. I don't want you to share my burdens, so I'll understand if you decline, but..." he takes a deep breath before he continues," If you feel the same, then I'll carry your share of troubles until time seperates us."
Unbeknownst to you, a pair of indigo eyes were drilling into the soul of the green haired male next to you.
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yureismellslikefanfic · 3 months
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i wanna know how scara would take care of reader if they had a mental health episode if you're ok with writing that
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I'm absolutely fine with writing this, here you go!
A/N: Sorry it took so long, I was kinda busy with family events and stuff :/
(Depression version.)
(ooc)Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (Hurt/Comfort)
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You were curled up in a blanket, as if to hide from the world. Tears running down your cheeks, yet you make no noise, no sobs, no whimpers, nothing.
You couldn't keep doing this, pretending you're fine when you're not 'fine' in the slightest. You just say you're fine because you don't want to bother other people, make them think different of you, or it could just be as simple as not wanting to talk about it.
Scaramouche was out working, tending to important matters. You couldn't bother him with something as unimportant as this.
You felt completely numb to life's happiness. You felt like everything you've gone through and done is for nothing.
You know you're better off gone, yet you never acted on those thoughts before.
You think back to all the mistakes you've made and all the times you said something you shouldn't have.
Why couldn't you have been smarter all those times?
You didn't know, and you didn't know if you'd ever know, either.
The sudden sound of a door opening brought you from your thoughts and you pulled the blanket higher to conceal your face.
You could hear light footsteps walk to you, along with the feeling of someone sitting down on the side of the bed.
"What's wrong?" Scaramouche said as gently as he could, but it was obvious he was holding his anger.
Not wanting to say anything and let him hear the shakes in your voice, you kept your mouth shut.
You heard him sigh, as he pulled you to him. He slid the blanket off of you and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to comfort you.
Your hair concealed your face, covering your tear-stained eyes.
He noticed that, gently moving your hair out of your face as he saw the redness around your eyes from crying.
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but if you do, I'll always listen." He was never normally like this with you, but his tone was soft as he spoke. His eyes were full of concern and love, which again, he never normally showed.
You could only nod as you hid your face into his neck and slowly hugged him.
Usually, Scaramouche would scoff about this and tell you how pointless affection is, but he knew it wouldn't help you in this situation, nor would it help him, either.
He wrapped his arms around your frail body, whispering encouraging words into your ear as you let the tears flow.
"I'm here for you."
"I know I don't say this often, but.. I love you, okay?"
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galazry · 4 months
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you're just the same.
pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader genre: angst content: scaramouche trying his best to keep you alive. cw: character death word count: 557 a/n: wanted to expand on this! was listening to a sad song as i thought of this hehe
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As the rain kept pouring down, Scaramouche ran as fast as he could to the nearest city. Whether it be his fellow harbinger or his underling, he'll bite their heads off if they dare to block his path. The warmth in his arms was dissipating, something that alarmed him greatly. Your breathing was getting shallower by the second and the aching in your stomach was getting unbearable.
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You had insisted on accompanying Scaramouche, begging him to let you come. He, at first, declined like always. Despite that, you persisted, and with a sigh, he agreed, though with some rules you had to obey. The harbinger wouldn't admit it, but he was both glad and worried that he had your company— glad that he had you by his side, and worried that something might happen to you along the way.
He shouldn't have let you come with him...
He should have stayed alert throughout the whole expedition..
He should have noticed the assailant who was waiting in the dark..
The moment Scaramouche felt hot, red liquid across his face was a moment that had been burned into his mind. His ears ringed as he watched your body slumped onto the ground. The harbinger tried to call your name, shake your body, anything and yet there was no response. The assailant, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to strike, began to charge at him. Said assailant wasn't able to take another step before a sudden jolt of electro coursed through his veins.
All Scaramouche could see was red as he beats the enemy to a pulp. He did not even realize that the skies had gotten darker as rain began to pour down onto them. The only thing he cared about was the feeling of the assailant's cold, lifeless body. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He was not about to let this go. A weak groan and cough then brought him back to reality.
You were still alive.
Without a word, he picked up your weak body and started running. The amount of blood that had pooled on the ground beneath you, as you cried out in pain made him panic.
The city was near... Just a few more steps...
He even prayed to any of the Archons or Celestia that they would keep you alive...
"You'll be fine," he thought to himself.
"Everything's going to be fine..."
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His lips trembled when the doctor shook their head. No... it can't be... They must have not checked you correctly... You can't be dead. You can't be. He needs you. He needs you by his side. Scaramouche demanded that they do another check up on you. The doctor tried to reason with him, but the harbinger didn't want to hear any of it. After all... you had promised him.
You promised to always be by his side.
You promised to never leave him.
You promised that this time, it'll be different.
As he watches the doctor covering your whole body with a white sheet of cloth, a faint memory of your last words to him resurfaced. Scaramouche recalls seeing a weak smile on your face as he finally arrives at the city. "I'm sorry..." he had heard you mutter quietly before closing your eyes for the last time.
In the end, you're just the same.
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doctorheusch · 1 year
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I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE
you're magnificently stressed to the point that you're pushed to your limit which is also affecting your relationship with your s/o, straining it more by the minute. what will happen if they can't take your state any longer? scaramouche. diluc. kaveh.
authors note: before i continue with requests, i want to write this since i am looking for ways to hurt myself into doing my academic requirements. also wished to try writing in modern!au for practice. furthermore, i will not be writing part two. enjoy! (shitty grammar, i'll edit soon)
tags: gender neutral!reader. modern!au. light angst.
word count ৎ୭ 2.7k words. 11.24.2022.
penned by @doctorheusch
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Like many others, you have one thing in life you want that would forever satisfy you when you attain it. If some choose fortune, good luck, or various conspicuous items then yours is probably the simplest out of all: rest. You craved it. The last time you experienced relaxation and proper sleep is before you entered college and started your part-time job as a bartender at Angel's Share. To count, it's been roughly ten months since then. Never in your life did you desperately yearn for a release from your responsibilities until now.
Cleaning the countertop where you mixed drinks, the night ended without a hitch yet your mind is frazzled, you were wiping the same spot for five minutes which your employer noticed. Diluc gently tapped your shoulder, watching as you momentarily stilled before turning to look at him, “You should get some rest, (Y/N). I'll handle the remaining cleaning.”
“That can't do, Boss. It's my turn to tidy everything. You said it yourself, I shouldn't be slacking off.” You shook your head, denying his attempt to make you go home while not finishing your task. “I admire your dedication, however, you look like you haven't slept in a while. The dark bags under your eyes are proof and I can't have my best bartender fall unconscious.” The redhead replied, taking the cloth you're using away, “Go on. I believe you still have requirements to finish before bed.”
If you were to reject his offer once more, you were afraid he would deduct your salary like he always does when you didn't follow his advice. So, you stepped back, “Thank you, Boss. I'm sorry for the mess!”
“It's no problem. Off you go now.” Diluc waved you away and you obediently followed, running to the back room to get your things. “Did he eat already?” You wondered, walking in the dead of the night. It's not your Boss you're thinking of but rather, your lover, Scaramouche. He should be at home around this time and you smiled at the thought, “I hope he went to bed first, he has an early morning class tomorrow.”
Yes, you memorized his whole schedule and you're proud of it because sometimes, Scaramouche would forget he has class without your reminders. Opening the door when you got home, you're surprised at the sound of the television playing inside. “Scara?” You asked, removing your shoes and entering your shared apartment only to be greeted by your lover looking at you in vexation, “Scara??”
Scaramouche has his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes staring daggers at you. He didn't speak for a few minutes, just standing like that. “Wha–”
“Don't ask what's wrong.” His harsh voice cut you off. You immediately clamped your mouth shut, not wanting to trigger him further into an episode you weren't aware of. It was like this sometimes, him blowing up without explaining and you keeping quiet. You're honestly tired of it but if you did something, your emotions might get out of hand which will result in a great breakdown. “You were with that redhead again, weren't you? That's why you forgot about me, yes? Clearly, you prefer his presence over mine.”
“Scara, that's not it. Indeed, I was with Boss but it's because of work! You know how much I love this job compared to others I've tried before.” You defended. He can slander you but you will never allow him to bring innocent bystanders into the conversation. Scaramouche scowled, “Excuses! Every day I go over to pick you up on your campus and every single day your classmates tell me you've already taken off to that bar.”
“You haven't told me even once if you're picking me up or not.” You whispered, feeling your body grow heavier, “If you did then I would have waited even if it means being late to work.”
“Tch. I heard enough of your excuses. No wonder nobody ever wanted to date you before. You're a mess. You can't even pass your assignments on time! Always getting scolded by the professors, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” Scaramouche began his rant, closing his eyes as he let go of every word without thinking, “That also embarrassed me, you know? Why can't you do better? I also heard you missed a bottle the other day at work and made a rather huge spectacle. My friends were laughing their asses off and telling me to get a better partner–”
“Then go get one.” You heard enough of his shit as well. You're done, not having the energy to return his gaze as your irises focused on the clock, “If you think I don't do my best every single day then get out. I'm tired.” Deep in your heart, you knew his words hurt but you inhaled a breath, not allowing yourself to break. “See? This is what you're good at.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Being useless.”
His last two words affected you more than you would've liked as anger rose in your chest, making you drop your bag and step forward. A newfound adrenaline ran through your veins, “Useless? You say I'm useless?” You spoke, voice raising with every word, “You don't know how it feels to work and study yourself to death! Of course, you're raised by one of the most powerful women in the business nation, and your IQ is higher than average people. Why would you find things like this difficult?” You chuckled, glaring at him, “For how long have you known me? Years, isn't it? And you still haven't understood anything!”
“BECAUSE YOU'RE STUPID! I CAN'T STAND BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU ANYMORE MUCH LESS IN THE SAME ROOM!” Scaramouche didn't hold his shout back and you nodded, replying, “That makes two of us then.”
Picking your bag up, you entered your supposed shared bedroom and locked the door. You slid to the ground, sitting with your knees to your chest as tears began to silently fall. Looking at the ceiling, you tried to rub your tears away but as you wipe them, more came out. “I don't know anymore.” Between the stacks of papers settled on your desk, the work you have to attend to tomorrow, and the seething individual currently destroying things in the living room, you didn't know what to handle first. Silently crying into your palms, you whispered again, “I really don't know anymore.”
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As the spouse of the famous Ragnvindr heir, many things are expected from you. The way you dress, eat, walk, speak, and your intelligence level. Everything. You've sacrificed your time and mostly, yourself, to perfectly fulfill said role. It's a life you wanted but didn't enjoy. Who would? If your partner, the one you did this for, isn't present most of the time and his associates bombard you at every given moment. Who would find it enjoyable?
Staring at the paper neatly laid in front of you and your pen that's about to write, a sigh escaped your lips. Today is the sixth day you haven't seen Diluc and didn't know where to find him. The last time you saw the man was when he rushed to get changed. He didn't tell you where he was going nor how long he would take and you didn't push. After all, his affairs are much more grueling than yours. Reading through the document, you finally etched your signature above the provided line. “You should really take a break.” A familiar voice came from the office door which made you raise your head. There stood your brother-in-law, Kaeya Alberich, “You look like you're at the verge of collapse.”
“Maybe I am.” You responded, placing the signed paper on top of a pile before fully turning your attention to the Captain of the Special Unit, “What brings you here, Kaeya?” At the question, he looked hesitant before revealing a sealed brown envelope, “The Grand Master told me to bring this to Diluc but he's not here so I'll hand it to you.” Kaeya strode toward your desk, placing the parchment in your outstretched hand. You smiled, putting it in the safety of your drawer, “Thank you. I'll give it to Diluc when he returns.”
“Give me what?” Diluc's cool tone inquired, announcing his presence. You stood from where you sat, surprised by his sudden appearance, “Welcome back, Diluc.”
“Ah, dear brother. You're here.” Kaeya turned, giving his brother his usual mischievous smile which Diluc ignored. Passing by the man with blue locks, your spouse reached your side, “Can I have the envelope?” He requested. You retrieved what he asked for within seconds, giving it to him, “Here you go.”
After receiving the envelope, Diluc unexpectedly opened it right in front of you and Kaeya. The bold words on the paper inside made your breath hitch in your throat. Divorce. Those are divorce papers. Kaeya also saw this and he instantly glared at his brother, “What's the meaning of this, Diluc?” It's now his turn to inquire, you allowed him to– not having the sense to speak yet since your mind is still processing what you saw. Diluc watched your figure still like a statue, he laid the divorce document on the empty spot on your table, “I want a divorce.”
Before Kaeya could retort, you finally came to your senses, “Why?” You need to know. Haven't you done enough? Or was everything you did not enough at all? By his standards, perhaps your efforts aren't even worthy of his attention. “(Y/N). You did wonderfully for the past two years in this marriage. However, our industry is growing and you might not be able to handle the pressure.” Diluc explained, his face void of emotions, “The board is always bothering me about divorce and I've decided to enact it now.”
“So you're telling me. In other words... No matter what I do, it's not enough?” You slowly spoke, your gaze focused on Diluc. His eyes were once filled with love and now, nobody would even guess that he was infatuated like he was before. Diluc shook his head, “I never said you aren't enough–”
“But you and those old warts make me feel that way. Remember our first month together? You allowed them to insult me for doing what you and I both know I didn't do.”
“That is for you to see how harsh the business world you chose to join is.”
“Hah. What about the practices and mannerisms I was forced to do? Just to make a perfect spouse. You told me I can just be myself when we marry but no, I never felt like myself.”
“Then you never were meant for this position. Somebody who can't handle this little pressure is useless.” Diluc stated. His hand holding a pen as he signed the divorce contract, “All the more for us to divorce.” It silenced you, what he said already confirmed the accusations of the voices in your head. You were never meant to be Diluc's spouse. Never meant to be loved. Never meant to be the person you thrived to be for him. Never meant to be by his side. Why are you still affected? It's truly amusing. You chuckled, “Fine.”
You wrote your signature below his, accepting the fact that you will never reach his standard. Diluc nodded in satisfaction, collecting the paper and carefully returning it inside the envelope, “Thank you for your cooperation.”
The Ragnvindr left you and Kaeya in the room. It is dead silent, neither of you wanted to talk. Nonetheless, Kaeya took the initiative, “What do you want to do now?” His query made a million thoughts run as you shrugged. All the effort and patience you invested just to please your ex-husband has gone down the drain. You felt your chest tightening, not for Diluc or the divorce, but for yourself. You wasted two years of your life for a man that fell out of love and a position that destroyed your sanity. Slowly rubbing your forehead as you gave a soft laugh, “I don't know anymore.”
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As a proud architect student, Kaveh always took pride in being able to come up with the most beautiful designs. He admittedly looks after his image more than himself. Hence, when you collapsed out of nowhere, landing on his work table and getting most of his drafts and official compositions wet with the water you were holding, he freaked. Not for you but for his dampened work. It was a great thing that Alhaitham was there since your boyfriend didn't have the mind to pay attention to you. Alhaitham brought you to the hospital, having you checked and admitted. The doctor said your collapse was brought about by exhaustion, he called Kaveh to relay the news.
However, how Kaveh answered the phone made Alhaitham wish he never even thought of calling the blonde. “Alhaitham! Look at what (Y/N) did! All my work is ruined– RUINED!” Kaveh expressed great distress, complaining, “Couldn't they have passed out in a better place? Like I don't know, maybe the bedroom? How will I redo all these projects in one week!? I don't even know why they're in our dorm when they're just good for nothing!”
Alhaitham immediately ended the call, not wanting to listen any more of Kaveh's pointless ranting. When he turned around, he's met with you seated up with a pillow supporting your back. You smiled at him, “Thank you for bringing me here, Alhaitham.” A voice so weak that you might break at any given moment, Alhaitham shook his head, “It is no problem, (Y/N). I'm just doing what normal humans would do.”
“Are you indirectly calling Kaveh an alien?” You chuckled, “Not to worry. He has always been like that. Absolutely no one can come before his designs.” Alhaitham knew, ever since he became roommates with Kaveh. At the time you entered their lives, he hoped Kaveh would change but it was useless. Even with a significant other, the famed architect couldn't care less for the people around him. “I'm sorry about him.” Alhaitham took a seat on the chair stationed beside your ward bed, “You deserve better.”
“They deserve better?” Kaveh's voice was heard from the entrance of the room. He glared at both you and Alhaitham, his usual sunshine demeanor nowhere to be found, “If they deserve better then what about me? Are you saying I should be the one dating trash because I already am!”
“Kaveh!” Alhaitham raised his voice. You fiddled with your fingers, Kaveh's words hitting right in the center of your insecurities. “What, Alhaitham!?” Kaveh seethed, “If it weren't for them then my projects wouldn't have been destroyed!”
“And that's what you came here for?” The person who answered wasn't Alhaitham but you. Your tone was mild, not angry nor calm but somewhere in-between. Maybe now that you're not properly thinking, you can tell Kaveh everything you feel during your relationship... so you did. “Aren't you ashamed of being called a human being when you just ignored me the time I collapsed? Who would've known that you would care more for your projects than your partner.”
“Why should I care for somebody good for nothing?” Kaveh laughed, his eyes full of mirth, “Aren't you ashamed of thinking you're going to be my priority? Let me tell you now, you never were and never will be.”
Your hands gripped the sheets below you as you collected yourself. This isn't the first time he cornered you like that and if you didn't do anything then it won't be the last. “If I'm so useless in your eyes then let's break up.” These words unhurriedly left your lips, you thanked whichever deity was watching over you for the stable statement, “What do you say?”
“This is the first time you suggested something interesting.” Kaveh looked at your state on the bed. He didn't care anymore, you were a mistake he couldn't get rid of until you separate yourself, “Then I agree.”
You and Kaveh officially went your separate ways just like that. You didn't know what to feel since being with him haven't made you feel loved or important. Everything was quite the opposite: you were treated with disrespect and disgust. “I don't know anymore.” You sighed after Kaveh left your ward, starting at the wall opposite of you. “What don't you know?” Alhaitham asked while peeling an apple for you, “I don't know what's wrong with me. In every relationship I had, the one treated as the bad guy is me.”
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aqualesha · 1 year
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The Balladeer's Regret - Scaramouche x GN! Reader
character : Scaramouche
prompts : 19. “i can’t do this anymore” & 24. “just leave me alone”
summary : loving Scaramouche is hard, and you were aware of it. yet you never stopped loving him. his harsh words may sting, but you know deep down that he was a gentle soul and he never meant those things he said. you fell in love with Kunikuzushi, so gentle and fragile. if only he had noticed earlier how badly he had hurt you. he wanted to turn back time. but he knew that he couldn’t. he had lost everything because of his own foolishness.
- spoilers for Sumeru Archon Quest Act 2 & 3, pure angst/no-comfort, cursing, arguments, scara spitting harsh words, scara’s real name spoiler, scara’s past, not proofread
- word count : 1.8k
~ my entry for @versadies angstober writing collab - farewell, love
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“Don’t leave me…”
“Please stay…”
“I didn’t mean all those things…"
These were the words that have been echoing inside his mind now. His mind was begging for him to drop his ego and call out to you, to stop you. He didn’t want you to leave him like the others. Not when he didn’t have anyone else but you.
How ironic of him, to feel distraught when you turned on your heels to walk out the door of your shared home. He recalled the poisonous words that spilled from his mouth, that were directed towards you. The look of hurt in your eyes and the way your expression faltered when he pushed you away and raised his tone at you. He didn’t mean anything that he said.
He swore that he could feel his non-existent heart shattering at the sight of your glistening tears cascading down your cheeks and your hushed whisper of “I’m sorry..” while you backed away from him. He could never forget how your voice trembled when you uttered the words that had Scaramouche breaking down right after.
“I still love you.”
He had taken your kindness for granted. You had always been with him even before he was known as Scaramouche. You had been with him since he was nothing but a broken puppet, Kunikuzushi. You accompanied him and lent your shoulder for him to cry on when you found him cornered by the darkness of Shakkei Pavilion. You saved him from his greatest suffering, which was loneliness and betrayal.
But the greatest pain was being betrayed by his own creator, his mother. The mother who was supposed to take care of her child with care. He never got to feel a mother’s love, for his mother replaced him with another puppet after taking notice that Kunikuzushi was too weak. He cried in his dreams, which showed his vulnerability and his fragility. A puppet that has emotions simply couldn’t be called a puppet, now can it?
Kunikuzushi had always been a gentle being, far from what his creator was expecting for a divine being, a god’s replacement. Yet, he couldn’t do anything as he was created with these human emotions. He swore to lock away all remaining emotions he had in himself so that he could grow stronger. He wanted to show his creator that he is not weak.
That was until he met you. Your existence in his life changed his objective and purpose. Even so, he still desired to claim the godhood he should’ve obtained if not for his stupid emotions getting in the way hundreds of years ago.
You had always loved him, no matter the circumstances. But you couldn’t fully agree with him when he decided to seek help from Il Dottore to achieve godhood. You knew how crazy it sounded and how far Dottore could go to achieve anything he desired. He was the 2nd Harbinger for Archon’s sake.
You weren’t against the idea of Scaramouche reaching divinity, but you were worried about his safety too. But you knew better than to interrupt their plans. You could get your head blown if you try to mess with Dottore, even when you two were quite well acquainted a few years ago when you were still in the Fatui. But that was long ago.
Ever since you both started living in Sumeru, you rarely ever see Scaramouche coming home. He’d either stay in his office or not come home at all for a few days. It was starting to make you worry. A puppet doesn’t need sleep, but he wasn’t completely a synthetic puppet. You had the right to make sure that he’d taken care of himself too.
The clock in your shared bedroom was ticking ever-so-slowly, making you sigh for the umpteenth time. “This can’t keep going on..” That was when you decided to have a talk with him once he really comes back.
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You didn’t know how it turned out like this. It was supposed to be a simple talk regarding his absence and his goal to achieve divinity. That’s all. How naive of you to think that he’d apologize just like he always did. You really thought that you could simply convince him when you were talking about the only goal he tried so hard to achieve?
He was starting to think that you were doubting him and his capabilities. He was created to become a god, so why were you against it now? Didn’t you promise him to always be with him until he has fulfilled his goal to become a god? Are you betraying his trust now? How pathetic.
He was losing his temper. He knew that he couldn’t control his anger that well. The way you worded it made him realize that all humans are the same. They can’t be trusted. “Kuni, I’m just saying that what you’re planning with Dottore is quite.. dangerous.” Dangerous, you say? He was a divine being, created with the power that equals those of gods. Don’t you dare spit out those stupid nonsense in front of him.
“Are you underestimating me and my capabilities? Come on, you knew better than that.” The way he glared at you made you feel small under his gaze. It made you feel terrified of the sudden change in his aura. It has become unsettling and dark. You fucked up and there was nowhere you could hide.
"It wasn’t that.. But- You’re going to hurt the people in Sumeru.. Besides, this nation already has its own god, so why bother taking her place?“ You were careful with your words, trying to not worsen the situation you’re in. The atmosphere was getting tenser each passing time that you could barely breathe through your lungs.
“That small kid? She couldn’t even do anything. She’s weak and useless at this point. I’m just doing a favor for her people. I can be a better deity than her.” His tone was no longer the gentle tone that Kunikuzushi always used. It was Balladeer taking over the conversation. His voice was full of venom, and he stared at you with a look that feared you.
A look of disapproval was written on his face. He must’ve hated you now. How stupid you were, to bring up about his purpose of life when he trusted you to always be with him.
It had to be said even though it was going to hurt both you and him. You really didn’t want him to get hurt. It was the least you could do. “How do you know that Lesser Lord Kusanali wasn’t able to look after her people? As far as I know, she’s the gentlest and the kindest Archon.. Please have faith in her. You don’t have to do all this just because of your goal to achieve godhood. Ei had acknowledged your strength so please…”
You almost ran out of breath after holding it in for far too long. You shifted your gaze towards Scaramouche and you were stunned. He was taking quick steps towards you before holding you by the hair. Disappointment and hatred could be seen in his eyes as he made you face him directly.
"What is it that’s so fucking hard for you to understand. I was born as a divine being and this is how I’d get what I deserved. Your opinions don’t matter to me. You’re just a weak mortal who just happened to have some pity for me, hmm? You never cared, didn’t you? I should’ve known better than to trust a mortal.“ He looked at you with pure loathe. You couldn’t bear to see him looking at you as if you’ve been nothing but a burden and a hindrance.
You ignored the aching sensation on your scalp as he was still holding a fistful of your hair in his hand. The sharp pain in your heart hurt more than anything you’ve ever felt. You tried to grab him by the shoulder to make him halt his movements. It hurts so much… “Don’t touch me…” He let go of your hair and took a step away. You dropped onto your knees, hissing from the searing pain as you held your scalp with your hand. It took a lot of strength in you to hold the tears in. This truly wasn’t what you had expected.
You called out his name in a small voice. “Scara-” “Don’t you dare say anything else!” You still continued even though it was clear that he didn’t want to hear anything from you. “I can’t do this anymore..” You uttered while leaning against the wall to steady yourself. He then laughed mockingly at you, showing that he had expected this from the start.
"Are you now? Have you finally realized that you were simply useless? Look at you, pathetically crying over small insults. Humans are weak, they are too vulnerable and worthless compared to a divine being. You were just a pawn in my plan, after all. You meant nothing to me. Your pathetic emotions will only distract me from achieving my goal.“ He was too harsh, but he could care less. These stupid emotions will only drag him down.
“Oh and one more thing,” He continued while taking a few steps toward where you were weakly standing on your feet. His eyes settled on you as he gave you a deadly glare that almost had you shedding more tears. “Just leave me the fuck alone, and never show yourself in front of me again, you traitor."
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It dawned on him like crashing waves. He had lost you, the only person who stayed long enough and sacrificed their whole life to be with him. He knew he fucked up. But his ego was too big for him to chase after you and apologize, even though his mind was practically screaming at him.
He never knew warmth and love anymore. His artificial heart was beating frantically in his chest. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… He could never take those harsh words back. You probably loathe him now.
He deserved it. He was the one who had wished for this. He wanted you to leave him alone, so you obliged by getting out of his life completely. He lashed out at you and put the blame on you. He broke your heart. Your gentle and fragile heart that he once swore to protect. Five words were all it took to completely lose everything. He had lost you, his other half. You, who had given him your heart to feel the warmth of love and care.
Now, he felt nothing but numbness and emptiness. You must’ve felt lonely too when he wasn’t home for a long time. The deafening silence in every corner of your home was driving him insane. The atmosphere in your shared room had never felt this cold. The mattress felt hard under his weight. The duvet felt uncomfortable. Something was wrong. No, everything felt wrong. It lacked warmth and love. Something that he could never gain again. All because of his foolishness.
He was foolish to have pushed you away for his own selfishness. He was even more foolish to even think that he deserved a happy ending despite all the horrible things he had done. Especially towards you.
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r0ttenhearts · 8 months
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wasted on you |||
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idol scaramouche x reader
part Ii
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“ohmygosh, have you heard 4nemo’s new single?
“it’s sooo good (y/n!) you have to listen to it.”
“who’s your favorite one? mine would have to be scaramouche.”
your smile would always falter at the mention of his name. not like your friends ever knew you were acquaintanced with the idol group. “i don’t really like idol stuff, it’s not my thing.” you would always brush them off, refusing to take one of their earbuds to listen to the songs they wanted to show you.
hearing scaramouche’s voice again wouldn’t help you, not when you’ve gotten this far. not when you’ve moved on from him.
with college exams over and the end of your final year coming to a close you found yourself with nothing but time. with time came too many thoughts that would tumble around in your mind. too many what if’s and what could have been’s had plagued your mind since leaving scaramouche there backstage.
leaving him was so difficult, but being without him felt harder. you couldn’t help but sigh, now sitting alone in your room as the memories came back to you.
memories of splitting popsicles with him, after rehearsal drinks with his friends, smoking in a field together one of the rare times he was free from his filled schedule.
sometimes you couldn’t help but miss it. but then came the.. not so pleasant memories. the tears, the sore throat after screaming at each other, the way he’d always leave after an argument.
“please, scara! i just want you here with me. just this once. it’s been three years. give me this at least, please. i haven’t seen you in so long.”
remembering your own pleads to him never failed to make your heart ache. it still felt as if there was something unresolved, even after giving him his engagement ring back.
“i don’t wanna fucking see you (y/n)! id rather spend time with my friends doing something i enjoy than wasting my time with you.”
here comes the waterworks. tears would prick in the corners of your eyes when you remembered his tone that day. that angry look on his face.. he never looked so bothered before. it scared you so much that you still remembered it now, two years later.
it was strange seeing him on billboards and ads all across town and even on your own phone. in contrast to the angry glare he held for you, but an indifferent look to the public. would he still look at you that way? or would he look at you the same way he would everyone else?
curiosity got the best of you as you tapped on your phone, looking up his profile on instagram. there he was, looking the same as ever. maybe a little thinner but he still looked as beautiful as the day you left him.
a small smile graced your lips for a moment before it fell, seeing how much fun he had been having with his friends. you still kept in contact with kazuha, but never bothered to ask about him. you both knew it wouldn’t be good for you, so it was an unspoken rule.
“at least he’s doing well..” you mumbled to yourself before shutting off your phone. groaning internally, you knew this was a problem you had to deal with. this constant turmoil inside your head.
you decided you’d put an end to this. once and for all. you thought up a plan before texting kazuha, telling him what you wanted to resolve. despite his gentle warnings you wouldn’t listen. you just had to get through to him! make him understand your reasoning.
eventually kazuha gave in, and now you were standing in the pit to one of their concerts. it made you feel queasy remembering the last time you attended one. with your head hung low you waited for the group to start, they were opening for another up and coming idol group. it almost made you smile seeing scaramouche walk on stage with that glittery white outfit. the same glare on his features as before. he didn’t change, did he?
that sentiment making anxiety well up inside of you. you didn’t know how he would take it. seeing you again after so long. but you didn’t want him to know you were there to begin with, so you hid away from view, angled at a way that you could still watch them perform.
watching them now reminded you of one of the first concerts you ever went to of theirs, thanks to scaramouche getting tickets for you. that feeling of bubbling excitement and anxiousness when they were still so early in their career. you used to genuinely hope that they would make it, and they did!
his singing was stronger than it used to be, voice full of emotions as his eyes were fixated on the mic. a part of you missed this. coming to his shows, watching him give his all to the crowd of people that came just to see him and his friends.
as the group left the stage you sent a text to kazuha, walking away from the crowd and to the meeting spot he had told you about. it wasn’t like you didn’t already know where they were going, they always went to the same bar after every performance.
pushing open the grimy doors to the bar, you could see his back as you walked in. scaramouche was sitting at a table with his friends, drink in hand already as you walked up to them. you pulled out a seat next to scaramouche, crossing your arms over your chest as the guys looked at you excitedly, scaramouche not sharing the same sentiment.
“hey guys, long time no see.” heizou laughed loudly, patting scaramouche on his shoulder as they left the table. now it was just you and scaramouche.
he held this look of shock on his face, like he’d seen a ghost. his mouth slightly opening and closing, almost like a fish.
“hey.” you said softly, putting your hand on his arm. “are you real?” he asked you, now looking directly at you rather than trying not to meeting your gaze.
“of course i am, what do you mean by that? have you been dreaming about me too?” you ask, half joking but half serious as he had been plaguing your dreams for the past few months.
“don’t say things like that (y/n)..” he spoke quietly, taking a sip of his beer. you nod silently, watching him take a sip of his drink.
“i know, this is kind of weird. especially since i’m the one that left you but, it’s been haunting me. and i just want to talk.” you admit to him, looking down at your hands. suddenly your nails seemed much more interesting than to look at him.
“yeah, i think we’re due for that.” he said before sliding his drink over, taking your hands in his without warning. “look, (y/n). i know that back then i wasn’t great to you, far from it actually. i’ve thought about what you said to me that night ever since. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, nor am i asking you to get back together with me. but i just want you to know that i’m sorry. i regret wasting us, wasting what we had. i do love being an idol, but it doesn’t give me the same satisfaction as i got when i was with you.”
you nodded silently at his words, looping your arms around his neck as you hugged him. the words you had longed to hear were now finally being said. “that’s all i wanted.” you spoke quietly in his ear, your voice cracking with tears. “i just wanted that from you scara.”
you wiped your tears away as you pulled back, taking one of his hands in both of yours. “i want to be in your life again, not as lovers, not yet. but as friends. i’ve missed you all this time.” scaramouche nodded, taking his free hand and placing it on top of yours. “i can work with that.”
what you both didn’t see were the rest of the boys from 4nemo watching the scene unfold from the bar window. heizou’s loud cheering being shushed by xiao as both of your heads whipped to the window, red covering your faces in embarrassment.
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whorerificstuff · 1 year
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Humans are so weak, so fragile; Scaramouche hated that, and you, you were one of them. A painful reminder that your life is as fragile as a strand of rain. Quick, short, inconsequential...yet he ignored them, he ignored your humanly flaws and embraced all you could offer to him, welcomed and cherished everything that you have. All but except....
He was scared when you told him you were pregnant with his child. He wasn't ready he never was, really. But that soft look on your face and the soft blush spread across your cheeks when you told him you were carrying his child. You twiddling with your fingers expecting for a reply and that shy smile you gave him hoping he too was as elated as you. It made him think that maybe it wouldn't be too bad...as long as you're happy.
Oh how he wished he was wrong. He would rather have you miserable but alive. To have you with him. To selfishly have you.
One moment he was smiling holding the infant, the next his face was of distress as he hears the midwife calling out for your name, but you remained impassive and still.
The feeling was too familiar. That dreadful feeling.
You couldn't have?
Scaramouche did not dare finish the thought. He placed the infant on the futon, the baby, his newborn son wrapped in the softest of cloth in inazuma, was just a few feet away from where you laid, afraid at what he will witness would drop the baby. His hands were shaking, he was terrified, he didn't want to know why the midwife keeps calling your name, he didn't want to know why you aren't calling for him, to give you your child that you've been anticipating so much. He gulped, took a step away from the baby as he went close to you, every step was getting heavier and nauseating it made him seem like he was far away or maybe you're the one drifting away, away from him.
He looked at you. Your face looked as if you were having a peaceful slumber, even though your hair disheveled, even though some streaks of hair were sticking on your pale skin, even though you held no emotions in your soft features, as your eyes closed shut, you have always been a beauty even when you sleep. Even if you wear the ugliest of clothing, nothing could be on par or be compared to you. You jest that he was even more beautiful to which he protests.
He brushed his hand against your soft cheek. He noticed that the pink blush that was always so present on both your cheeks are slowly loosing its color.
You were just tired. Yes, you're just really tired.
That's what he thought.
You were screaming and crushing his hand during the whole labor, of course you're tired. Right? He tries to muse himself.
He could only hear the thunderous clap of the skies and the loud drops of rain as they fall on the shingles of the roof. Quite fitting with the trepidatious atmosphere. His eyes were staring at your unmoving form as if you were a doll; a lifeless thing. Your chest didnt have any motion that signifies you're breathing. He had seen many humans behave the same, but they were all lifeless.
Dead.
The midwife excused herself to give the family a moment, not before muttering a mournful sorry for the loss. To which Scaramouche scoffed, telling her you were just resting. The midwife gave him a pitiful look as she bowed and exits the room.
She doesn't know what she's talking about. You are fine.
He reached out for your hand intertwining them with yours. You used to have a habit of holding his hand in your sleep, he thought it was cute. He was hoping you would do the same thing like you usually do in your. He frowned when your hand remained limp, your fingers did not curl to lock with his and every passing minute he stood beside and held your hand, your body begins to grow cold. The warmth that he loves, the same he wish he could also give was beginning to vanish till he couldn't feel the warmth no more.
He felt something drip on the back of his hand, where he held yours, another drip and another and another, it went on.
He never realised he was crying until now.
He was crying. How pathetic. That's what he used to think but you changed that.
"Wake up" he said expecting for you to do so. But no, you remained laid on the futon.
"Open your eyes" still nothing.
That's when he begins to sob. The dreadful suffocating feeling he kept inside, freed. He was on his knees holding your hand to his cheek asking and begging for you to open your eyes to see your baby, that your baby wants to see you too. But your eyes remained closed.
The grief was infinitely unbearable, he was drowning in pitiful sorrow. You shouldn't be dead not too soon at least, you promised him to stay with him, you promised him that you'll follow wherever he goes, you promised him that you'll raise the child together.
The child
Scaramouche scurried to where the baby was. It was awfully silent. Too silent for his liking. He heaved a sigh when he saw the baby was just sleeping.
You wanted a baby, you wanted the baby, not him. He never wanted one to begin with. He went along with you cause you were so happy having it. If only he got rid of it before it developed inside your body, but you'll only hate him if he did so. The thought of having his baby made you elated and yearn for the day to meet them. But was it really all the worth losing your life? To not be able to see you?
Scaramouche cradled the baby in his arms. Amazed by how it slept after his father's wailing.
He took a good look at the baby. None of his features resembled you, the baby was the spitting image of his father. Scaramouche was saddened that not a single ounce of your identity were present on the baby.
Now that you're gone what was he going to do now? It was supposed to be the two of you. You and him were supposed to raise the baby together. Not just him he has no bit of idea how to raise a baby, it was all you. He doesn't even know if the baby was human or he be considered as a divine being or if he's going to live without a mother and a father who want nothing to do with the baby nor raise one.
At that he made a choice. Something a parent would never do to their child.
Scaramouche went to were you still laid dead, with a baby in his arms. He moved the fabric down to let the baby see you, his mother. Not that it's going to remember you.
"That's your mother. She's beautiful isn't she? She's the love of my life"
The baby let out a soft hmm as if answering his grieving father.
Another batch of tears decide to flow out of his eyes. Hugging the little baby and repeatedly apologising to him because of what his father is about to do, apologised to you of what he's going to do to your baby.
Scaramouche kissed your forehead,his tears dripped and falls delicately on your face. Saying his last goodbyes and I love yous to you.
Scaramouche wiped his tears while still holding the baby it coos while wriggling in its little cocoon blanket, slowly opening its eyes. He has the same purple eyes as his father. He laughed. Your baby doesn't resemble you at all. He could just imagine you getting upset.
Scaramouche's heart clenched. He wishes for you to, he wishes for you to get upset, that it wasn't fair your baby got all of his father's features and not his mother's. He wishes to see you holding your baby. He wishes for you to see you and him made something so beautiful, he wishes you weren't weak, He wishes you were still alive.
You would hate him for doing this, you will hate him for doing this. All those efforts you made to keep the baby growing inside you safe and healthy was all for nothing. He could see you crying for him to stop what he's doing but he didn't want to raise the baby. He was too damaged too broken hearted to raise a baby. He's not fit to be a father.
So instead, he gave him up to a young couple.
They were coincidentally had been trying to conceive a baby but that never came, the wife wanted a child as for the husband, he went and look for a child that could fill the whole in his wife's heart. But to no avail. Until that knock on their doorstep, and there were they met an eccentric fellow, whose eyes devoid of emotions, with him was a baby wrapped in a white blanket, enough to warm the infant. The young man did not say much but for the couple to raise the baby as their own to which they happily took.
Scaramouche bit his tongue, he already cried far too much. He can't cry now. It's too late for regrets, he had already given his son to the couple. With that he turned and left; not saying a word not even to his baby. Not even bothering to look back. To take one last look at the life you bore and grew to love, the life that also took yours.
The couple just watched his figure disappear until they closed the door and looked at the baby that blessed them. Flabbergasted they were to see such a beautiful baby boy. The baby that look quite too similar to that of the young man who bestowed them the little blessing.
Scaramouche was now out of sight from prying eyes. He had a clear view of the home of the couple where he left his son. A gentle wind decided to softly blow pass him. It felt soothing as if consoling him. Was it you? Do you forgive him for what he has done? Did he made the right choice?. He'll never know. He let out a whimper.
"I'm sorry, Y/n..I couldn't..I just couldn't... you're not here"
This is not revised and is subject to changes in the future.
I wrote this while sleepy so I have no idea what's going with the flow of the story, grammar and choice of words🙇.
And I really apologize in advance if it's cringe it's my first time writing. Well I did wrote something 3 days ago(?) but it was more of a suggested plot than a story.
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scaraaamouche · 1 year
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How he got his vision // Scaramouche x god!reader
✦ Pairing: Scaramouche x god!female!reader (she/her pronouns)
✦ Summary: after his first two betrayals Scaramouche recieves his vision, but what is the story behind it? Did the god really care for him or not?
✦ Warnings: angst, mention of death, inazuma archon quest spoilers, scaramouches real name is used so spoiler for that, more angst, idk what else
✦ A/n: i hurt myself by writing this
✦ Wordcount: 1140
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
part 2
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For once Inazuma was calm and silent; perhaps it was the presence of the god that sat on the edge of the cliff, or perhaps it was something else. No one knew but fate. 
Said god stared at the individual as he walked the road below her. His steps lazy and his shoulders and head hanging down from tiredness. The occasional sob rang through the air as tears streamed down his cheeks. 
Eventually the poor boy fell down onto his knees, head held low as he cried loudly. Slowly the god made her way to the boy. He looked up as he heard soft footsteps approaching. 
Before him stood a girl, perhaps not much older than himself. She wore regular yet fancy clothes, a turquoise orb hanging on her hip. And it may have been his own imagination but he swore he felt a cool breeze in his face.
The girl put her hands up in surrender; showing him she wasn't going to hurt him. Slowly she walked towards him, kneeling beside him as she pulled the boy in her arms. Soon his figure melted into her warm embrace as his tears wet her shirt. She held him until his tears slowed down enough for him to talk. 
“Who are you?” he had asked.
The girl gently cupped his face in her hands and brushed his tears away.
“You can call me y/n.” Y/n sat down next to him, “What happened?”
And the boy fell apart again as he told his story. Beginning by the betrayal of his mother, to the last one of his closest friend. Y/n smiled softly as she grabbed onto the air next to them. Something glowing materialized in her hand as she grabbed his own. She laid the object in his palm and closed his fingers around it before standing back up. 
“If you ever need anything, just call out my name.” she whispered before placing a soft kiss on his forehead and disappearing. 
Only later–long after Kunikuzushi opened his hand to find an anemo vision lying in his hand–he realized he had just met the Anemo Archons twin. It took him a long time and lots of hours in multiple libraries to find out everything about the girl. 
He knew his mother had a twin sister–that was one of the things he actually knew about his mother, not the Shogunate–and that they ruled Inazuma after the Archon war, but that she was lost during a horrendous battle. The Anemo Archon and his twin were the same story–minus one being lost in battle. 
He wore his vision with pride. He was proud of it. He had gotten it from the Anemo goddess herself. 
And when his third betrayal happened, Scaramouche called out to the god.
“Y/n… please. Oh mighty goddess.”
It had been late at night when that voice hung in y/n her head. It had been more than a hundred years. 
“I gotta go.” she told her brother and disappearing in a gust of wind. When she reached her destination she saw the boy on his knees again, tears silently falling down his cheeks.
“Please…” his voice rang out again, y/n noticed his anemo vision hanging from his hip, just like her own–even though hers was fake. 
“I’m here, I’m here.” y/n pulled the boy in her arms like she had done a hundred years ago. 
Kunikuzushi didn’t mind it at all, his body relaxed against the goddess. Her body warmth comforted him in a way his mother should have done. Slowly her fingers brushed through his hair as she hummed a soft melody.
“People leave us sometimes. Not everyone is immortal like you and I. Mortals get ill or old, and without proper care they’ll pass on to the next realm sooner than we might like. But it’s their circle of life, and we cannot do anything to stop nature.”
Over the years, y/n had gotten to know more about this boy. She and Yae Miko had been in contact, and the story of how Kunikuzushi was created was told.
“But-”
“Yes, he was too young. But even I cannot change his fate.” 
After a few hours y/n left the boy in his room, tucked into bed and lost in a deep dreamless sleep.
But that wasn’t the end of the boy's misery, he lived through more, encountered stronger and endured more pain. But everytime he called out to his goddess; no sign of a reply returned. And slowly he started believing that his goddess–who had helped him through so much, who promised him to be there for him, who believed in him–had abandoned him too.
But that wasn’t the case. 
Not long after y/n left the boy in his room; she and her brother fell into a deep slumber. Unlike her brother–y/n heard all the prayers sent her way. She was aware of everything. 
She heard Kunikuzushi’s pleas and tears, but she couldn’t do anything. 
Eventually she gave in to the darkness of the slumber and even Kunikuzushi’s pleas were deafened by the darkness. 
Many years later in Inazuma Scaramouche had to do a double take. He stood eye to eye with the famous traveler who was looking for his sister when he felt a soft breeze hit his face. And when he averted his eyes to behind the traveler he stilled, his words stopping as his rage grew bigger.
“You,” he spat. Eyes full of hatred. 
You still had your vision on your hip, your clothes different and more modern to fit this time. Your eyes still held that sweet gaze and your lips that sweet smile.
“Kuni-” you tried calling out his name.
“No, that's not my name. After all these years you finally come back. At the time where I don’t need you, if I may add. I needed you, all those years ago. But I guess I was better off without you bothering me.”
Your voice was long lost as his words rang through you. It felt like acid, or poison. They stung. It hurt.
“Kuni let me explain-” “I already said; that’s not my name. It’s Scaramouche now. And I don’t need your pathetic excuses. I don’t need you anymore.” 
The traveler called out your name, tears streaming down your face by now. With one last look at Kunikuzushi–no Scaramouche–you turned around and took the traveler with you as you disappeared in a gust of wind. 
You dropped the traveler off at Kokomore teahouse before heading to Yae Miko’s residence. 
“You were right, he changed.” you said as you fell to your knees the same way Kunikuzushi had done hundreds of years ago before you helped him. 
Only there was no one to help you now, only his harsh words.
“I don’t need you anymore.”
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i actually really like this- i wrote this at 1 am help AHAAHAH
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niiine · 1 year
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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄
Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Scaramouche x GN!Reader, mentions of Nahida in Scaramouche’s part.
Synopsis. On moments that all they could think of was that they’re not deserving of your love, how will you tell them that they are?
A bit of angst but Fluff overall.
 Self-sabotaging Xiao, Harsh and mean Scara
MILD cursing, NOT PROOF READ
Soft Chars. They deserve the whole world.
Feeling so longing lately for these two because I keep seeing edits of them on Tiktok 😫 GIVE THEM TO ME AND I’LL SHOW THEM WHAT LOVE IS. COME ON! 
Xiao
It’s the sixth time this week. Sixth time that you have called out his name and yet he’s nowhere to be found. Not once did he miss your calls before, and he makes sure that you’re well aware if he will be off to a long mission before disappearing for days, that’s why you’re worried sick for the yaksha.
But he’s always there. On the roofs, above the cliffs, behind the trees— he’s there upon seconds of your every call, making sure that you’re alright and not in any grave danger. He promised that he will be there at the moment you utter his name, and he will be, trust me. Just not before your eyes.
He’s decided to put an end to whatever it is in between the two of you. The relationship that you’ve been saying in the past few months is just an excuse for him to indulge in your touch and comfort, an excuse for him to see you everyday without guilt and longing. It doesn’t benefit you, it’s only for his own good to hold and look at you in short distance. At least that’s what he thought, because there’s nothing good when it comes to him, and you? You’re everything to him. 2,000 years of fighting and killing, and yet only now he’s glad for his skills because he can protect you.
And that is why he’s gonna keep you away from his selfish desires. He can’t let his karmic debt corrupt you, he can’t let the danger that lingers in his life reach out to harm you, he can’t be the reason why you’re hurt. Xiao will not let it happen.
But so will you. You’ve asked Verr Goldet one afternoon about your lovers whereabouts, and she told you that he’s been coming home late than usual this past days, as if avoiding an interaction with anyone, as if avoiding interaction with you. No, you’re not going to let it slide. If he’s not in love with you anymore, then you at least deserve an explanation, right?
Xiao didn’t expect you to be there, sitting at his bed, in the dead of the night. Eyes piecing his golden ones the moment he entered the room. He wanted to teleport out, to go anywhere without you because no, he can’t lose his resolve now. But he can’t even move an inch, mesmerized by your gaze. Archons, he knows that if you open your arms and call out to him, he will crash into you. Millenia of strengthening and hardening his heart only to be crushed down by a second of your hug. Unfair.
“What are you doing?” you broke the silence first, giving him a chance to say what you want to hear, that he’s just busy and he will not abandon you. But of course, the universe find it lovely to hear shattered hearts echoing.
“You’re not supposed to be here” the adeptus muttered, averting his gaze anywhere but you. Scared that you will see how happy he is to see you eye to eye.
Your heart tugged; tears threaten to fall. Oh, so he’s done with you now?
Head hung low, eyes dedicated to the floor you whispered your acknowledgement. Remorse, regret, and even a bit of hate plays in your voice “Fine. I guess I shouldn’t have bothered knowing you in the first place. I hate falling in love with you.”
You should’ve have seen how fast his head whipped at you. Eyes tender and glistening. No, please don’t say that. Getting to know you is the best thing that has ever happened to him all throughout his ridiculously long life, and to hear that you regret it? His heart rampaged in his chest, and he can feel his hands shaking at the thought of not knowing you.
You steal a glance at him for one last time, and what you saw added turmoil to your now chaotic emotions.
If he doesn’t want you anymore, then why the fuck is he crying? His porcelain face, so gentle yet stoic, now adorned with tears that reached his chin. Mouth slightly agape as if words are aching to spill out, and his eyes, looking at you and begging. But begging for what?  
You can feel your chest tightening a bit more, and you think of the only that could make the both of you alright.
“Xiao,” you dragged your feet towards his direction, arms reaching out to catch his neck, placing his head in the crook of yours “Why are you doing this?”
You heard him whimpered, his own arms finding its way around your waist. Ahh, he hates the fact that he’s melting into your touch again. How come that he’s an adeptus and you’re a mortal and yet you have this power over him?
“I don’t deserve you,” He started as you rubbed his back, easing the tense muscles. He missed this, he missed you. “I’m not deserving of whatever you’re giving me, of everything you’re giving me.”
You lifted his head and cupped his cheeks, staring straight right through his misty orbs.
“Listen to me—you can take my life, my love. You can take everything from me, and my only complaint is that I’m not enough.”
He shook his head, attempting to disagree, but you beat him to it.
“I love you. And I know I’m selfish but I want to spend my punny lifetime with you. Please, let me.”
Warmth spreads through his body as he heard your words. Warmth that’s always present whenever you’re around, And as you seal the night with a passionate kiss, he knows that this feeling will be stronger that anything else from now on.
Scaramouche
“What are they doing here?” The way the lad before you sneered as he asks the Dedro Archon made your stomach drop a little. Now, you aren’t one of the softs, you wouldn’t be able to date the Wanderer if you are, but the way he looks at you makes your knees buckle and your eyes a bit misty.
“Now, now, Wanderer. They’ve taken the trouble to come and visit you. Please drop the mean.” Nahida reprimanded him, of which he returned with a tsk. The former then turned towards you and bid you a gentle goodbye, hoping that whatever you’re planning will work because she herself can’t take it anymore how the Wanderer being extra mean for the past few days.
And now, you’re left alone with the said mean guy. He’s looking at you as if disgusted by the sight, lips in a frown and eyes sharp. “What do you need?” His question came out icier than expected, earning a flinch from you. He regrets the action right away but kept his composure. He can’t lose it now after enduring it for weeks.
“You haven’t gone home for a while now. I just visit to see if you’re doing good.” You offered him a sheepish smile. He hates it, that’s not how you smile, that’s not how you should smile.
“Now that you’ve seen me doing good—better than ever, you may leave.”
You let out a dry laugh and attempted to joke about his particularly harsh words, but his next words irked something within you.
“Seriously (y/n). Your presence irritates me” he doesn’t mean it, of course. Oh, archons your presence is heaven to him. Everything is just better, if not perfect, if you’re around. Mellifluous, light, comforting—and that’s the more reason he has to distance himself from you. He can’t afford tainting every good thing in you.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You exclaim seems to have taken him aback because he was silent for a moment, before returning your anguish with his own.
“My problem is you. You’re always clinging to me, going after me. You keep on nagging me. What? Can’t leave without a man now, (y/n)?” Now it was your turn to be shocked, you didn’t know that this is the way he feels about you, a baggage, a burden.
The hurt is vivid in your eyes, and heavens he felt like dying right there. Scara swiftly combed his indigo locks in frustration. He wanted to take it back, to tell you that it’s a lie, that he loves everything you do to him. The way you reach out to him every day, the way you call out his name even on trivial matters, the way you dotes on his necessities. But this is a must, so he doesn’t end up hurting you in the future.
He would rather see you happy and contented in the arms of someone else rather hurt in his. Although the thought alone sent him grasping for air.
“You’re so fucking selfish.” You turned to him, eyes going from hurt to a touch of hate. His chest tightens at the sight of tears streaming down your face. No, no, no. This isn’t supposed to happen. You should be happy; He’s doing this for you to be happy. So why in hell are you calling him selfish? At what part is he selfish?
“Shut up!” he roared, indigo orbs piercing to what’s already broken. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know how much I’m working hard for you!”
“You’re working hard for me? This is you working hard for me? You’re blind! You’re blind and you're selfish!”
There’s an exchange of a few screams here and there. Both of you are hurt and broken because he decided that it is better to keep things to himself, thinking that it’ll only hurt him and not you. You’re not thinking straight as well. Yelling your heart out, hoping that it’ll wake up your lover, that he’ll realize that he’s so wrong for trying to dump you like shit.
Until he let go of that one phrase you always hear him say on random moments.
“I don’t deserve you!”
Now, the best thing to do in this moment is to hug him, reassure him that he’s wrong. But it only added to your anger; but it’s something more than Scaramouche has seen before.
Your tear-stained face contorts in an uncontrollable sob, but veins pulsating in your tender arms. Your shouting in between hiccups and he hates himself for putting you in such form, though he can’t say anything about it as he was silenced by your outburst.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
“I keep telling you, why don’t you ever believe me? What? You think you’re so high and mighty that you can’t listen to me? Your partner?” you paused a little, taking in the surprised look on his face. He’s so beautiful, you thought.
“You deserve me. You deserve me, my love, my everything! You deserve the world and more! And I hate you. I hate so much for thinking otherwise!”
Your knees failed you and you drop to the ground, crying. Hurt at the thought that the man you love the most thinks that it’ll be better for you if you’re not with him.
The man crouched down at your height, taking you in his arms and muttering strings of apologies. His own eyes now watery, regret filling his form at the memory of what he has done to you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“If you are, then please don’t do this again.”
You craned your neck to see his eyes. The love and affection once again present, with a hint of guilt as he caress your red cheeks. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Scara. You’re the only best thing in my life.”
Your words shook his world. It’s better than any I love yous you’ve said before, before than anything else. How idiotic of him to think such things, how lowly of him to hurt you— his life, the one whom he swore loyalty to.
“I won’t. I promise. You have my life in your arms, love.”
He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Determined to make it up to you and show you his love, because you’ve done more than that to him.
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scarasbaefy · 11 months
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linger
chars; scaramouche/wanderer
; fem reader, angst
note; I AM NEW TO THIS !! i neefd more angst i love angst so im doing it myself. emoly if u see this, HI !!!
sitting on the bed you shared with your “husband” is all you seemed to do these past few months. scaramouche is rarely ever home. when he is, he doesn’t even bother to greet you. not a smile on his face, and no word is exchanged between you. there hasn’t been any intimacy either. no kisses, no loving touches.
“why don't you just leave him? it’s obvious you’re miserable.” tartaglia said as he seen you walk out the infirmary. he had no idea what he was talking about. he doesn't even know the feeling of loving someone so much that you don’t want to let go. “i love him.” you stated, no emotion present in your voice. who can blame you? you were in a loveless relationship. tartaglia felt bad for you but didn’t say anything more. you stared at his back, watching him as he continued to walk down the hall. everyone was worried sick at your depressed state, except of course scaramouche.
tartaglias words lingered in your mind. maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask scaramouche why he was acting this way towards you. was it the girl everyone had been talking about? you’d occasionally hear other harbingers talk about a mysterious traveler ruining their plans. 
you walked back to your room with the mystery girl in your mind. sometimes you would read reports from scaramouches missions that had been mailed in for filing. the way he wrote about her and complimented her skills made you slightly jealous. ‘it’s okay,” you told yourself, “soon, she’ll be the furthest thing from his mind!”
before him becoming distant, he would talk to you with the happiest look on his face. he would bring you gifts and strike down anyone who dared to look at you the wrong way, never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. the memories of the past made you tear up. “i miss my husband.” you whispered as you rubbed your stomach, trying to soothe the sudden cramp you had been getting for a while now.
“i’m right here. stop crying. it’s making you look pathetic.” scaramouche said as he slammed the door shut. “do you know how embarrassing it is having a crybaby wife like you? lumine would never do this. everyone looks at us with pity and i hate it, and it’s all your fault,” his words dripped with venom. 
you felt your heart drop. you didn’t know he was coming home today. the plan to tell him the news you found out from the infirmary suddenly slipped out of your mind, fear of what he’d do to you replacing its spot. 
“i-i.. when did you arrive? i thought you wouldn’t be coming home for another week or so,” you said as you wiped the tears from your eyes. 
scaramouche walked in front of you, grabbing ur face with one hand while rubbing the tears away rather harshly. you immediately tried prying yourself away from him. “stop! you’re hurting me!” you shouted, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands off your face. “oh give me a break,” he started, “now i can’t even wipe your tears away without you acting dramatic? isn’t this what you want anyways? god, how much more useless can you get? if i knew you were going to become like this, i wouldn’t have married you. id rather walk this land alone a thousand times and witness my friends get killed, than to be seen with a person like you.” your heart dropped for a second time. this time, the aching pain lingered longer. 
you slowly smiled at him. one of those smiles you give when you’ve had enough. months without him talking to you and this is how he treats you? scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows at your reaction. no one should be happy after being insulted. 
“okay.” you said, the smile turning into a bitter expression. you stood up and shoved him away from you. “take your lousy ring,” you took the ring off your finger and threw it towards his feet, “i’m sick of this, and you, and everything you haven’t done. i haven’t done anything to you to deserve this,” scaramouche stood there with a surprised face. he stumbled as he reached to catch your ring, regret immediately washing over him. never in a million years did he think you’d be capable of talking back. you’re a sweet person with no room for hate. “don’t look for me,” you continued, “don’t follow me. don’t even bother mentioning my name,” you made your way towards the door, hand reaching for the doorknob, “and by the way, don’t be surprised when one of your subordinates reports back to you telling you they spotted me with an infant that resembles you.” the electro vision on your back flickered before the sound of thunder roared and lightning replacing where your body once stood, teleporting you out of the building.
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