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CRYING SOBBING, REOO YOU SOGGY WET CAT OF A MAN 😭😭😭 "your common interest in his day was like being wrapped in saccharine." ILYOU KISS KISS.

—𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. ❀

warnings - Angst, arguements. mentions of abandonment, cursing. Angst breakup. Nagi written in a bad light. Angst to fluff. Happy ending (for you). Just a warning, this fic is kinda lengthy.

· · · · ➪ Nagi seishiro has to choose between an eternity with you or a small scrap of Fame. He makes a choice and Reo helps him live to regret it.

“Your kidding.” You asked, aghastly. You sat there at your dinner table with your fiance. “Your fucking kidding, right Nagi??” you repeated again when you don't get a response from Seishiro. Nothing but a unimpressed look, his lips curled into a thin frown that awfully matched his low-lidded eyes.

You can't help but let out a pitiful laugh when you come to the realization that he wasn't kidding. “So, that's it? we've been together for 3 years, and 5 months and you're going to throw all of that out of the window? For a fucking sport.” You sneered at him, your words contaminated with such pure anger that you could be considered hostile.

“i thought you'd be happy for me.” Nagi replied, stolidly. He sat his fork down and positioned his attention back onto you. “Fuckin' hell. Happy for you??” You grimace at his statement. “My supposed-to-be future husband is leaving me. What about that should i be fucking happy about??” The volume of your voice had amplified at the sheer audacity Nagi had.

“You said that if i decided to chase my goals then you'd support me.” He scoffed, narrowing his eyes and Crinkling his eyebrows at your melodramatic outburst.

“Because i didn't think that you'd leave me behind to chase after them! Do you even hear yourself?? Why are you so fucking nonchalant about this?” You asked. Nagi heard the way your words wavered shakily, he could hear the fear and heartbreak setting in.

You saw his decision as Cold-hearted and selfish, the fact he didn't even show a sense of sadness about the whole situation is what hurt you the most.

But Nagi wasn't apathetic, not nearly. No, he was simply stoic. He saw how his sudden decision had truly hurt you, and he did feel guilt and remorse for it because stoicism wasn't feeling guiltless. it was feeling guilt and being able to hide it, a strong sense of self-control. “Because I'm certain that this is the right choice. You know that i love you. i love you so much but i can't balance out my career and our marriage...” He affirmed, confidently.

You didn't respond. You felt your words get caught in the back of your throat, Tears forming on your lower lashes. You couldn't believe your ears, you couldn't believe nor imagine the day that your future husband would choose his career over you.

The realization of this wasn't bearable. You sat there in silence and simply stared at your fiance. He's not oblivious, he can see the pain and heartache reflecting in your eyes. "Nagi..." You desperately rasped as you felt the urge to sob loudly, clawing at your throat.

an infinity of silence had passed before you snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed Nagi stand from his chair. You spared him any questions on his intentions when he rounded the table and moved towards you.

“Stand up.” were his only words. You wiped your tears away with your sleeves and stood as he'd asked, the last thing you expected him to do was pull you into a warm embrace. tightly hugging you close to him. “I'm sorry, baby.” he murmured, planting a soft kiss onto the shell of your ear. “I'd never intentionally hurt you, but i don't think i can keep struggling to balance out two things i love.” He said, softly.

You didn't bother to hug him back. Fuck, he didn't deserve any responding affection. "So, when?" you asked, pushing him away from you. an act of rightful bitterness, he just blatantly told you he was choosing his friends and career over you.

You had ever right to withhold yourself. "When do you plan on leaving?" You questioned him, irritably.

"Saturday of next week. if i manage to move out soon enough, isagi said that I'd be able to move in with him." Although he was a bit hurt by your denial of his loving gesture, he partly knew you had the right away.

"i know your hurt but if it's alright could we finish dinner? it might be one of the last memories I'll have with you." Nagi justified, placing himself back into the chair he sat at a few moments ago.

You considered it. You considering that maybe if you did everything he asked, said everything he wanted to hear that maybe he'd change his mind. a grim and painful sense of contempt shot through your body at that ridiculous thought. it coursed through your veins like cocaine.

You couldn't respond― no, wouldn't respond sensibly. You refused to be nice to the same man who thought that kicking a ball around was more important than you.

"Fuck you, Nagi." You sneer angrily. "if you think that we can just go back to eating as if nothing happened then you thought wrong."

Nagi didn't respond, neither did he try and stop you from leaving the kitchen. He sat there and ate alone that night, evaluating if his decision was a good one but no matter how logically he attempted to look at it, his heart longed for the feeling of freedom.

The raw rush of adrenaline that came from running across that huge field, the feeling of the entire stadium looking at him and calling out his name as if he were they're saviour. it was then that as he put his plate into the sink, he felt his mind give him the ambivalent consolation that leaving you will be a brave and righteous thing.

Nagi slept on the couch that night, and going forward. He didn't necessarily want too but after he broke the news to you, he never felt as welcomed into the bedroom as he used too. He'd try to hold you, kiss you and yet you never indulged in the romantic gestures like you did before. You'd ignore him, or push him away. You gave him nothing as punishment for taking away everything.

Everyday felt like a heartache. your relationship managed to dull out within a few days. it felt like a married old couple who were waiting for they're divorce to settle. But nothing prepared you for the day to actually come.

You sat there on the couch, watching Nagi handle his taped boxes, a contempt frown plastered on your face. it'd only been two weeks so logically you weren't over this sudden change. “Here, take this one. I'll carry the other two.” you heard Nagi's voice echo from the kitchen. oh, that's right. Reo is here.

Mikage reo, Your ex-fiance's best friend. It made sense that out of everyone, reo was the first person he'd call to help. Although this was such a grim and glum moment in your life, the random exchanges of conversation reo would gift you while grabbing boxes had admittedly dampened the anguish and bitterly feeling that settled in the pit of your heart.

Sometimes, you couldn't help the slight twitch of your lips when he'd crack a pitiful joke. But it was never enough to actually make you smile, and why would it? this was one of the worst days of your life. But you deeply appreciated the attempts reo had made.

“Stay here, I'm gonna take these over to isagi's house.” Seishiro exclaimed, dryly. He grabbed the car keys from off the counter. “Then I'll come back for the last four.” he informed, looking at reo who had taken a seat next to you on the couch. “alright, I'll sit here and rest for a bit!” Reo stretched, carefully not to accidentally hit you.

Nagi hummed in recognition before leaving. Only after a few minutes of Nagi's absence did reo finally stir up the courage to speak too you. “Hey.” He coo'd, successfully catching your attention. Your eyes meeting Reo's sympathetic purple ones.

“I'm sorry about what my friend is putting you through. Man, i know how painful it must be.” He sympathized, turning his body to face you. You couldn't help but hear him out. “Do you?” You asked, piqued.

“Yeah.” Reo replied, diffended. “When we were teenagers, Nagi left my side to be on isagi's side.” Despite the friendly smile on his face, there was a sort of bitterness deep in the crevices of his words. Almost as if he wasn't entirely over the whole ordeal.

“He wanted to win so badly. He didn't even hesitate to walk away.” Reo sighed. “He probably doesn't think about it as much as i still do but ...” He hadn't even realized that the smile he wore a second ago had formed into a conflicted frown. “I'm sorry that happened to you, Reo.” You spoke up, pulling him from his thoughts.

“if that's the case, then I'm sure you can imagine how awful it feels for me now.” You muttered, looking at the ground. “Yeah, i can.” Mikage replied.

There was a deep silence. The type where you could tell both parties that built the conversation were equally in deep thought.

“Do you think ... maybe i did something?” You sudden asked, to the man's dismay. “Huh?” He responded, curiously. “Could you elaborate?” he asked. Reo wasn't an idiot, he knew what you meant and this feeling of self-doubt that you gave off had felt all-too-familiar.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “i mean like, do you think i might've did something that Nagi didn't seem to like and that's what made him choose Soccer?” You quizzed, nervously.

“i can't answer that.” He admitted, but immediately regret it when he saw your crestfallen expression. “He told me about his plan on divorcing you, earlier on. I tried to convince him not to do it.” He added.

You hadn't replied to Reo, which gave him the space to continue talking. “y'know...” he cleared his throat. There was a long moment of comforting silence before Reo spoke again.

“I'd never abandon you the way he did." those words reeled you in, you look over at Reo with a intrigued look. “What kind of person leaves the love of their life for a sport.” he muttered. His words left a strange sensation in your chest, you couldn't quite pick at what it was, but you felt like you knew what he was about to say.

in any other case, if you and Seishiro were still fiances then you would've stopped Reo in his tracks.

“What are you saying?” You questioned in a curious tone. You knew what he was saying, but you wanted to hear Reo confirm it by himself. “I'm saying that Nagi is making such a huge mistake.” He replied, frustrated.

“he's my best friend. i want nothing but for him to be happy. But the fact being happy means discarding someone so...” Reo paused for a moment.

“So?” You encouraged him to finish his sentence. “So ..Perfect.” Reo concluded. You couldn't withhold the feeling of your heart fluttering in your chest at his words. The way he spoke to you with such delicacy and warmth. You couldn't think of him as anything but sincere.

“Perfect?” You repeated, in disbelief.

“Perfect.” He'd confirmed, inching closer to you. out of respect, he waited a moment and glanced at your reaction. once he saw no hints of uncomfort, he proceeded to keep speaking.

“I know your probably too shocked to reply, I mean I wouldn't blame you. Your ex-fiance's best friend is confessing to you.” Reo couldn't suppress his Nervous laughter when he saw your surprised expression. “But I really do think your perfect.” He sighed.

“And ... How long did you think I was perfect..?” You asked, you couldn't help the small dosage of curiosity that you felt.

“Since I'd first met you.” he replied. “i didn't say anything at first because you and Nagi were so in love.” Reo said. “I—I wanted to tell you, but I didn't wanna hurt Nagi or make our relationship weird because I attempted to come onto his lover.” He justified. His excuse made sense, it would've been wrong if he tried to convince you to date him when you and Nagi were still together.

“But if I would've know that he'd end up hurting you.” he halted his sentence, his deep lavender gaze connecting with yours. “i would've stolen you a long time ago.” Mikage affirmed emphatically.

You could feel you heart pounding at his words, strongly. The thought that all this time, for the past 3 years, Reo was madly lovesick for you. Something about knowing this made you feel delighted.

After a considerable amount of silence, time to think on what your response to all of this abrupt and unforseen information would be, and within a moment you knew what you wanted to say.

“You told me that Nagi and me being in a relationship stopped you, right?" You asked, Your question being answered when Reo nodded solemnly. “But— .. what's stopping you now?” You asked, boldly. Your words admittedly took him by surprise, never did he expect that you'd accept his confession, much less, encourage it.

He took in your question, giving it a moment of thought, he realized you were right. Nagi had practically thrown you aside for the sake of his career. Which means you weren't seeing anyone, and that realization gave him a substantially Marvelous sense of Buoyancy.

“Absolutely nothing.” He replied, sanguinely.

Subsequently after estimated 35 minutes, Nagi had returned to collect his last few boxes. Blissfully unaware of your imminently established relationship with Reo. The way Reo was able to function so casually around Nagi was almost astonishing. smiling as if he didn't just propose a new relationship with his childhood friend's ex-fiance.

That month was full of unexpected events, things that you'd never seen coming. Although you were still faintly offended and hurt by Nagi's decision, something about being with Reo substantially dulled that trivial feeling of abandonment.

You never wanted to compare anyone, but you couldn't help but notice that Reo was furthermore blithesome and open-minded than Nagi when it came to your relationship. Supposedly it was because he didn't have a trait of laziness like Nagi did, or maybe it was due to his constant consideration for your feelings and how he'd consult you before making any big or rash decisions.

Whatever it was, it kept you chained to him. During Your Drive to go and pick Reo up, you came to a sudden comprehension that you were possibly indulging in this relationship with Reo far more than you were with the one you had with Nagi. You were happier.

You and Reo agreed to keep your relationship hidden from Nagi for a lengthy amount of time. Until the residues of the dissolving love he had for you were flushed from his mind. Of course, when it was revealed years later, it was a slip-up on Reo's part.

After the ending of a soccer match against a competing team, Reo and Nagi's Team had managed to win, almost effortlessly. No matter how accustomed Reo was too winning, managing to do it again always gave him an ardent feeling of exhilaration.

So when you were standing outside the arena, waiting for him to come out so you could take him home, he managed to greet you in such a beauteous way. a energetic kiss and a hug, you couldn't do anything but laugh at his victorious grin. “I'm assuming you won, again. Tell me about it.” You invited sweetly. Your common interest in his day was like being wrapped in saccharine.

So enraptured with your daily reunion with Reo, you both hadn't noticed Nagi watching with aghast, while his other teammates passed him, leaving. He'd seen the way Reo almost knocked you over with how energetic he was to see you, and how tightly he held your waist. How close you were.

Something about this scene of the two of you being so affection with each other triggered a melancholic jealousy, and for a moment he'd planned to say something, until he felt his mind go back to the day he'd stepped away from you for his career.

Nagi knew that was his moral compass reminding him that Reo dating you was completely fair, especially since you and Nagi were officially divorced.

it wasn't like you were cheating on him, but even then as he watching Reo babble on about how he dominated the field, and watched how you lovingly took in ever single detail Reo spouted, he couldn't help but begin to regret his decision.

Attempting to get you back was out of the question, It would involve betraying Reo. He'd already hurt Reo before in the past, and he promised himself he wouldn't do it again.

So all he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch Mikage love you in a way he wouldn't.

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Scaramouche x pyro!puppet reader

SCARAMOUCHE Coming into contact with a puppet similar to him. well, similar in creation. other than that the two of you have absolutely nothing in common. the balladeer ends up meeting you when he comes to the seething realization that he'll need to camp in inazuma for the night before he confronts the traveller. While travelling there, scaramouche ended up bumping into you. he sensed something was off about you, although you showed the normal emotions of a person, he sensed something strange, something synthetic. You tell him the truth, that your a puppet creation of the pyro archon but the archon didn't want to keep you locked away so they granted you freedom to do as you pleased. He scoffs and misunderstands, to which you had to explain that your mother didn't "abandon you." but rather refused to hold you, and that you were very much close to the God of pyro.

Just hearing you call the pyro archon 'mother' causes his stomach to flip, Anger churning inside his belly tightly, a singe of jealousy in his veins. Why couldn't Ei do the same..?

SCARAMOUCHE who takes notice of how, excitable and rambunctious you are. of course your like this, you come from the pyro archon, a snarky symbol of hot-headedness, Confidence, arrogance and everything else someone with a relation to fire would symbolize. he sees it in you, your just like how your mother has been described by others. But he also sees a glimpse of .... Naivety. Of course, he wouldn't be him if he didn't use and exploit this little trait of yours. So he puts on his nice guy facade and offers to take you with him to sumeru after he's finished with some business here in inazuma. You foolishly agree, thinking you'd found a friend. He laughs, thinking you'd fallen into his trap, unaware he'd fallen into yours. When he returns for you he doesn't tell you he nearly killed traveller and took the electro archon's gnosis from the shrine maiden, yae miko. Instead, telling you it was some boring meeting you didn't wanna hear about. Without anything more to it, you begin your adventure with your new 'friend'.

SCARAMOUCHE―Poor dearest balladeer who was positive that he hated you, positive that you meant nothing! Just another annoying pest who he'd suck the information out of and then throw away once he was satisfied .. but along the way he'd made a small attachment to you. How you'd always tell stories of the adventures you've had across all of teyvat! The friends you made, the enemies, and how you'd often receive letters from your scorching divine mother, the pyro archon.

Those stories always bothered him. How happy you'd be whenever you harmlessly bragged about how amazing the pyro archon was. how she gave you everything you ever wanted, how she'd spend time with you, but also the more aggressive stories. Like how she wasn't easy on you whenever she trained you to fight, giving you 60% of the old bruises and burns you had on your skin but you dismissed it! and told scaramouche that in the end no matter how painful it was, the pyro archon― your mother, reminded you that it all for the best, that she wanted to protect you but also wanted you to protect yourself!

Scaramouche could barely hide the pure unliking and distaste of your stories. a bitter taste of jealousy corroding his chest as he forced himself to listen to how loved you were. How you weren't thrown away by your creator, your parent, your mother. how your mother loved you so much, she sends you letters! Ei completely abandoned him and didn't even bother to send him a apology note, she wanted nothing to do with her son and like a glass cup it filled him with utter hatred for the electro archon.

SCARAMOUCHE quickly noticed that Despite how hot-headed you are, you also have a sense of kindness and care, and protectiveness. it shows when you completely obliterated any moving―living creature that dared to even scrunch up it's face in the balladeer's direction. Without a vision you charged onto the battlefield, burning your enemies with such a scorching fire, nothing was left but charred bones. in all honesty, when scaramouche first saw you take out a threat, he was surprised! How fast and strong you were, how agile and quickly you'd take out your enemies.

You carried your mother's flame, that burned and destroyed anything in it's path as long as it meant keeping to your goal and ambitions and while in the pyro archon's case it was keeping natlan safe, in your case it meant keeping scaramouche safe which wasn't helping his case when he remembered his plan once he reached sumeru.

SCARAMOUCHE then checks you into the finest hotel sumeru has to offer. He stops in his tracks and wonders when did he get so .... Gentle. Over the next 3 days he does these things, buys your food, pays for your hotel room and when you suggest exploring the city of wisdom, he finds himself hesitant on denying your request. But in the blink of an eye, he's wandered off, you say it's fine and wait for him to return. But he doesn't.

1 day, he's been gone for a day, and that's fine! he'll be back tomorrow! ..... Poor you, he doesn't even appear to check on you. you spend the 2nd day alone, that's alright! ... The 3rd time is the charm, you tell yourself.

Before you known it 5 days have passed, and you've had enough!

defeat.

the tiny childlike build of the dendro archon rose from the ground, floating towards the chest cavity of the large electro―mechanical monster in front of her, she stretched out her tiny palm and then sparks begun to fly. a loud shatter echoed the room, glass falling to the floor which revealed a purple light, hidden inside that light revealed a purple chest piece. a gnosis, raiden ei's gnosis.

scaramouche watched, horrified. "NO!" The balladeer cried fearfully as he watched his only source of divinity be torn away from him by Nahida― the dendro archon. He reached for the gnosis, the large tubes filled with purple ooze that connected to him begun to stretch and break, they weren't durable. The electro puppet was filled with so many awful emotions, anger, fear, jealousy, but it all came back down to fear.

Fear. "Wait a minute, that's my gnosis."

Fear. "Please ... It's mine!"

Fear. "No, i can't go back!"

He tugs at the tubes, more, more, more. So deeply hypnotized by the rapid and fearful beat of his heart that he doesn't realize he's leaning too far for the tubes to stretch. he watches as his mother's gnosis is caught between the palms of Nahida and before he can do anything, the tubes finally snap and he falls out of the control panel of the robot he controlled. he expects himself to hit the ground at any moment.

his land will definitely damage him horribly from how high he's falling and with little to no effort on even attempting to catch himself. When the tubes detached from scaramouche, it left him weak, tired and vulnerable. His eyelids closing weakly as he fell, he felt his conscious fade as he prepared himself for the harsh impact of the floors below him once he hit the ground. But that feeling never came.

instead he felt warm― ..hot hands caress his body, grabbing onto him and holding him so tightly he was almost convinced that if they'd let him go, something would take him away. his eyes fluttered open weakly and he saw you. you...? You.

You kneeled on both knees, holding his thin and frail body close, he looked awful. not in terms of physique, he was definitely gorgeous. But he looked sickly as if he'd witness something soul―crushing, awful, and completely traumatizing. "Scaramouche..." you whispered sympathetically, frowning when he was deemed too wan to even respond to your call.

all he could do was pathetically lean into your body's heat. the only thing that could comfort him in this moment of pure defeat. He tried hard, strived with all his might and got so far, but it went to waste in seconds.

You cared for scaramouche deeply. Seeing him in this state, it hurt you. No, it angered you! You stood onto your feet, holding kunikuzushi's unconcious and dazed anatomy in your arms. You turned to the traveller who held there weapon in there hand, ready to strike you at any moment. The way you held the balladeer in your arms, practically cradling him showed clear signs of intimacy, which meant you must've been a enemy, right? They stand in a defensive battle pose, waiting for you to pounce.

They we're ready to defend Nahida and paimon. But you don't even move a finger. Instead you open your mouth and insult them heavily. Pure, deadly, venom pouring out your lips as you curse the 3 of them to celestia and back for hurting someone you loved. The words you speak are so cruel, so dehumanizing it leaves the traveller in a state of angry shock! You call them every awful name you could come up with. "a trio of nasty flesh―eating filthy fucking rats! " Your angry. "Rats who should've died while being given birth too but your sick rodent mothers were too pathetic and spineless to do what we all would've wanted!" Your scorching anger heats up the room. Paimon is terrified of you. "if you ever come near us again, I'll splatter your hearts through your chest and roast them on an open pit!" You sneered, oblivious to the way Nahida studied you.

It only took a few seconds to realize who you were, what you were and it was then she deemed it unnecessary to have traveller fight you.

Without another word, a large flame started, causing the 3 to jump back, defensively. the flame spreading in a sort of horizontal line. it was a wall of fire that made sure the traveller couldn't follow you. you turned, with the balladeer limp in your arms― and ran.

The traveller took a step to go after you but was stopped by the dendro archon. "No, wait!" the small childlike archon called before explaining who you were. "That is the Child of the pyro archon, the lady of fire!" Lesser―lord Kusunali started off, glancing down at The electro archon's gnosis. "Sumeru has already bared the great loss of Greater lord rukkhadevata, recently. they haven't healed fully from such a terrible occurrence. If a war broke out between sumeru and natlan, i doubt the sumerians would be able to bear it." Nahida explained, turning to the traveller and paimon. "Besides ... We have what made the balladeer so strong, no need to rush after them." Nahida looked up at the traveller, showing them the gnosis.

"This is it. The final memories of greater―lord rukkhadevata." the dendro archon, lesser―lord kusunali announced as the space around them begun to fade into a bright white light.

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