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sakkiichi · 9 months

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COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.

Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a ‘papa’?

ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as ‘mama’, you and the character have a child. They’re all girl dads.

a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles 🩵 i’m wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: about this fic… i struggled quite a little with it, and i’m sorry it’s not my best piece… this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear ♡

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ SCARAMOUCHE

Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.

Scaramouche is not amused.

Or at least that’s what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.

Tiny hands cup the Wanderer’s cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her father’s lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramouche’s mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.

“You’re amused, huh?” Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.

“Moochie!” She babbles, trying to stand on the wanderer’s knees, her hands reaching for his hat.

“Hey, hey, now!” Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. “That is not a toy and I’m not Moochie…”

“Moochie!” His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.

He sighs.

“Not Moochie…” Scaramouche’s ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.

“Pa-pa. Not Moochie.” He repeats, bopping his little one’s nose. “And here, play with this.” He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.

Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your lover’s face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughter’s hand grabbing his finger.

“Pa..” The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.

“Pa…” Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.

Then, the girl’s eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.

“Mama!” She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofa’s backrest, where it not for your partner’s protective hold.

Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.

Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.

Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.

Your girl grabs one of her father’s fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.

Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.

✧ ALBEDO

A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.

Albedo’s features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.

Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.

“And who do we have here?” The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his baby’s small head.

“Mama?” She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dad’s clothes.

The gesture is followed by one of Albedo’s gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.

“Mama’s not here now, little princess.” He explains, as he picks the baby up. “They will get home soon, though.” Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. “How about we have some fun in the meantime?”

Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.

Taking his little one’s two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.

“There we go, princess!” Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partner’s movements, as he rummages through your living room’s drawers.

A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughter’s side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletop’s surface.

“What should we draw today, my princess?” Are Albedo’s words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she can’t hurt herself.

“Snow!” She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.

“You want to paint snow, my little cecilia?” He asks, combing through her blonde strands. “Alright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?”

“Yay!” Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridge’s door, the living room walls or your study.

After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.

“Look, dearie.” Albedo calls. “Who are these?”

His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.

“Mama! Me! And Papa!” She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.

Albedo’s eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughter’s words.

Those last two syllables.

His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughter’s angelic tone.

“Papa?” She asks, tugging on his sleeve.

Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.

“Can you say it again, little princess? ‘Papa’.”

“Papa! Papa!” Giggles leave her throat.

Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kid’s forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.

When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husband’s and your daughter’s hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.

✧ XIAO

“Do you want to hold her, Xiao? She’s been looking at you for a while.” You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.

Golden eyes, not unlike the child’s currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.

What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-

“Xiao.” Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. “She’ll be okay.” You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.

The adeptus glances in his daughter’s direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.

Your husband’s jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think he’s sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.

You, however, know better.

“Here, I’m with you, love.” You softly utter, placing your daughter in her father’s arms.

The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.

She’s so small… such a pure and precious being… will she be safe with him?

Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.

“See? She adores you, Xiao…” You tell him, knuckles brushing against your baby’s soft full cheek. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.

“H-hello, little qingxin…” Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.

In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her father’s rusted gold gaze.

“Papa!” She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like ‘dada’.

The vigilant yaksha’s eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.

“Xiao! She said ‘papa’! See? She loves you!” You excitedly chant, hugging your husband’s waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. “You are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!” A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiao’s shoulder.

His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.

“Papa…” The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished against’s Xiao’s form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her father’s embrace.

Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.

The conqueror of demons’ mask would be shed for tonight.

✧ CHILDE

Small hands are glued to the window’s glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.

Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.

The little girl’s tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her father’s movements.

He reminds her of the illustrations she’s seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.

She must get closer.

Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure you’re busy with something in the kitchen.

Her plan can be put into action now.

Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes she’s nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.

Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.

Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. He’s big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.

Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companion’s fur.

And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice that’s lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, little lady.” You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.

Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.

“Mama…” She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you can’t understand leaving her pouty lips.

You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dog’s chin gently.

“So you want to see papa training, don’t you, little troublemaker?” You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. “Alright, just this once, and because he’s almost finished with his routine.” You warn, softly pinching her cheek.

Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.

Then:

“Papa!” She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesn’t fall out of your grasp.

Suddenly, Ajax’s hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughter’s. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.

“Papa! Papa!” His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.

No matter how cold Snezhnaya’s blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.

✧ KAEYA

Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.

Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.

Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.

But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.

A couple and their daughter.

“You really liked this pie, didn’t you, little lily?” Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake she’s been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girl’s giggles eliciting a chuckle from her father’s lips as he carefully wipes her face. “Mama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.” The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.

His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.

“Kaeya, don’t tease her!” You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girl’s hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“Don’t pay any mind to papa, now.” You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. “He’s a little silly sometimes.”

The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.

You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeya’s embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.

“Papa!” She announces, taking ahold of Kaeya’s long braid, playing with it. “Papa… prince!” She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.

With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.

“Yes, little sweetheart, you’re right, papa is a prince.” Kaeya’s hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.

“And that is why you’re our little princess.” The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.

“Princess!” She happily babbles, rising her arms.

Instances like this… they truly stoked gentle flames around the captain’s heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.

Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archon’s face of stone.

✧ NEUVILLETTE

Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.

Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.

Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.

Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.

The hydro dragon’s mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.

Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.

“Neuvi, love.” A familiar voice calls him, gently. “What are you doing out there in this weather, dear?”

Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.

“Someone has come to see you, my love.” You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.

Neuvillette’s features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who you’re talking about.

A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your lover’s.

“Look who’s here, little rainbow.” You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. “Papa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?”

The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.

“Papa! Papa!” She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.

Neuvillette’s gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.

“Papa is here, sunshine.” Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.

In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.

Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.

The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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Ok, my first time requesting but can I request Scaramouche x gn! Reader where the reader is his lover and is cursed to turn to stone, and he tries to find a cure for it.

⎯⎯ ୨ With Me Forever Though Breathless ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche/Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

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truthfully i was gonna decline this but i just had a really good fucking idea the moment i was about to delete it. sorry if it was angst my dearest anon, but this is all i can think of! I've always thought there's always beauty in the last stage of grief in a writer sense. anyways, what do you think of my post format now? hehe, ty for reading! have a good day/night!! i decided to scrap "beliefs" pt 2 to make a pt 2 of this one instead! i promise pt 2 is fluff and shorter!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: implied character death, kinda? reader is alive but also not, reader is geo user, non canon occurrences, made up concepts, mentions of reader having a mother, injury, 3.3 spoilers (archon quest) & wanderer lore (kinda? its more evident in pt 2 though)

Kunikuzushi promised himself two things the day he burnt the straw hut his child friend resided in; rid of these hindrances called emotions and never trust a human once again, to never see one as a companion, just as the same mistake he's done too many times.

After his third betrayal, he was sure that he'd learn from the fallacies of human nature, that at the beginning of his wandering, he'd treat mortals similarly. To never form bonds with the vermin that crawled all corners of Teyvat.

Ignoring the humans that tried to approach in a friendly manner, cursing them away, and disregarding their wellbeing, he wandered alone but often used humans as temporary companions if he ever needed directions.

That continued for many years to come, and his bitter resentment grew inexplicably without cease, only to flourish further into deep hatred. Not only to humanity but to the gods they pathetically worship as well.

And yet when he met you, his resolve crumbled to ashes. Kunikuzushi hadn't meant to leave himself bare and vulnerable for you to take advantage of— Though, you never did such things, it was just a ruse for himself to believe.

Of all the traveling companions he's had so far, you've stuck by his side longer and were more competent in the world of outdoor life. Not to mention that everywhere he seemed to go, people knew of you, albeit only a little. You were eccentric to the people of Inazuma, Liyue, Sumeru— everywhere.

You were similar to him, he mused. Like a feather drifting in the wind, catching the attention of many but your presence was brief as if you were never there, leaving a small imprint in people's memories as you vanish nearly without a trace.

Perhaps that was the reason you've stayed with him for so long, tolerating his arrogant behavior and sharp tongue, countering it smoothly with the same level of riposte. You were truly a human like no other.

Especially when he awakes in the middle of the night, the moon still high up in the skies with ragged breathes and tears staining his crystalline eyes. A light sleeper, you were, so you opt to start the fire once more. A kind gesture to warm himself up from his night terrors, and either walk not too far away to allow himself to recollect himself, or sit somewhere close to him, but also far away enough to not be suffocating in his vulnerable moments.

A cool, tingling feeling spreads throughout his body whenever you do, as well as actions and gestures similar to it. A wave of serenity... The same as he felt when he was back at Tatarasuna. And now, it was too late for him before he'd realized that he yearns for you dearly, much more than he desired to.

Just like that, you've become friends, to the puppet's dismay. The only one who could hold him back from starting fights with your kind, cool his temper bit by bit, and... willing to be his friend, though he never made you promise as he did with his child friend.

One day, you spoke to him with the intention to tease, sitting atop a tree branch whilst he finished setting up your camp for the night, for it was his turn.

"You look down on my kind as if we are insects, correct?" Kunikuzushi let out a drawn-out sigh, prepared to ignore all the words that are about to roll off your tongue, for you often bothered him with baseless questions to pass time. "Why is it you look at me a mite differently?"

Kunikuzushi grabbed the piles of sticks you'd collected beforehand, sat himself down on a log, and began to start a fire, rather irate at the question you asked. "You must've been hallucinating to believe such things." He rebuked, putting a pot over the fire.

Loud shuffling of leaves can be only heard for a while, and he was compelled to sneak a glance at you, only to see you hanging off the branch with your legs, a big wide grin on your face as your continued your observation on him. It made him scoff, muttering; "I hope you fall."

"Hmm, how do I say this..." You hummed in thought, fingers rubbing your chin while Kunikuzushi cooked you a meal. No matter how much he says he hates you, he always insists to cook for you due to your poor cooking abilities. This only became more apparent when you ate burnt meat on a whim, saying 'food is food'.

Jumping down the branch, you took a seat across from him as he passed you a wooden bowl of the soup he made, drooling at the delectable aroma. "You see, back when I was a young bird, before I left my mother's nest to spread my wings and explore Teyvat, I was terrified of insects." You reminisce, expression softening whilst you continued to sip on his soup, the fire reflecting in your eyes warmly, dancing in your irises. Kunikuzushi couldn't bring himself to look away, hands clenching into fists.

"A bird afraid of its own prey?" He mocked with a laugh, a brow raised at your faraway figure, shaking his head once he saw the mess you've accumulated around your lips. "When you're going to start spouting metaphors, think before you speak, else it won't make sense." Kunikuzushi wouldn't help but let out a sigh as he wipes your mouth with a clean cloth.

And you let him, leaning close to him and pouting at his comment, brows furrowed. Deciding to ignore his words, you continued, "And my mother would always tell me that I shouldn't be repulsed by insects! They help spread pollen, eat other pests, and many more, yet I always cried the same thing over and over;

Kill it, mother! I hate things that crawl and dirty!

And my dear mother would sigh with a smile on her lips, looking down at the poor insect. But instead of crushing it, she picks it up and chaperones the innocent bug outside of the confinements of our home, safe and sound."

The puppet stayed silent for the whole duration of your storytelling, and would never admit that he had listened to your every word intently. After you had finished speaking, he asked a rather simple question. "Why?"

And, as such, you gave him that same dazzling smile that makes his breath hitch. "I asked the same question whenever she does it, and her answer is the same as always.

Like insects, they have their own significant duties to fulfill in their short span of lives. Though they aren't as exuberant as a human's life, I just think we all are similar, in a way.

After a few more occurrences like that, I've learnt to admire the beauty within an insect! Its role in the ecosystem, anatomy, and pretty patterns— they're just fascinating!"

Kunikuzushi clicked his tongue when he ascertained that everything you've said bared fruitless to quell his curiosity over the purpose of your storytelling. It was solely what it was, a story you've told to waste his time. (Though he dared not to divulge that it did pique his interest.) "Just what is the relevance of this boring story of yours to your claim of me 'looking at your differently'?" He crossed his arms, waiting for a more befitting answer.

You placed your empty bowl down, staring at him straight into his eyes, cheek on your palm. Kunikuzushi found himself uneased by your watchful gaze. "I just think there's a similarity in our experiences." You confidently stated, "When we first met, your general opinion of me was alike with others of my kind: wretched vermin who is not worth your time. But as minutes turns to hours, and hours turn to days of me being with you, ever so persistent to be your traveling companion, you've grown fond of me, haven't you?"

What a bold claim it was, it even made Kunikuzushi rethink how he felt about you and your constant company. Furrowing his brows, he hung his head, face now hidden under his hat. You simply let out an amused huff, "So much so that instead of squishing me to my death, a small insect, you'd either pick me up and put me somewhere where no other could hurt me or admire me."

As expected, the puppet stood up abruptly from where he sat, turning away from you and straying away from camp, not without saying unpleasantries toward you. "Such a foolish imagination you have. You're nothing but a mere ant I would not hesitate to step on. For now, you are kept alive, for you've proved yourself useful."

You only giggled at his retreating form, shaking your head. You were quite used to his mannerisms at this point, knowing him like the back of your hand.

It was also ironic for Kunikuzushi, for a few days after that night, you had become lovers. And ever since, you've always teased him for his declaration and then after that, he asked the locals of Inazuma about love.

But as you all know, this story will always end in a tragedy. It was just how Kunikuzushi's story was written, and fated to end as if it was merely a tragic drama, similar to the ones you've both seen in traditional theaters during your journey toward nowhere.

It was the day when he committed his 1st betrayal.

Both of you could've made out that fight against a group of rogues unscathed. Unlike him, you were a trained sword user, wielding your blade with utter professionalism and confidence. You even taught him how to properly use a blade, adding to his knowledge of the art of swords alike, both how to wield such weapons and to forge them. The only problem though? One of them aimed for your Vision that hung proudly from your belt, timing it perfectly as you swung, attacking your blindspot, and the sword they held pierced right through your Vision.

Now, while Kunikuzushi was never interested in Visions, he knew that those things were indestructible. The residents of Tatarasuna taught him so, as well as you, the first Geo Vision user he's ever seen. So why did yours burst into pieces of shattered glass, golden elemental liquid oozing out of its golden case and burning your skin, carving and merging onto you?

He couldn't understand and neither did you, standing there in shock. He didn't even hear the rouges leave, running away in fear. With a loud cry of pain, Kunikuzushi watched you fall down to your knees, clutching the area where the unknown substance hardened and slowly became part of you.

It was a phenomenon unheard of, even the elders of Inazuman Villages were bemused by your little situation. Doctors were all the same; useless. There were no records of it ever happening before, which meant you were the first. Hell, even Vahumana scholars from the fabled Sumeru Akademiya who were stationed in Inazuma had no knowledge of it. And as the days go by, the element that you now recognized as Cor Lapis spread throughout your body, slowly engulfing your form and hardening your body, and soon, your organs.

First, it devoured your skin mercilessly, and you cried tears every day, clinging onto Kunikuzushi for comfort even though his skin was just as hard as the Cor Lapis spreading throughout, uncontrollably shaking in fear. It hurt, the pain was nigh endless, the Geo mineral taking more and more of you. And now you were growing sickly due to the high elemental exposure.

Kunikuzushi could see it in your eyes. The pain, the fear, the confusion. All of it, and he couldn't bare to see you like this. The lover that was once full of joy and energy, always having a pep on their step and dragging him to wherever they wanted was slowly fading, the visage of it becoming nothing but a memory as it takes the form of the miserable, pained version of it. So, regrettably, he left you by the time your legs were fully taken by the Geo element, asking for the innkeeper to keep an eye on you.

The last thing he heard was your pleas for him to return, to stay with you in your times of peril, and perhaps your last moments of life. But Kunikuzushi turned a blind eye to it all, for the heaviness in his chest, the tears that pricked his eyes— it all became too much to bear, even for him, who have experienced devastation in every step he took.

He should've been more considerate of how you felt. Sure, he was suffering, but yours were far greater than his, especially now the love of your life left you to rot.

Kunikuzushi had betrayed you, his dearest lover. The one who was adamant about staying by his side. The only one he knew, deep inside his hollow body, that you would never betray him like the rest of them did. Leaving you in the time you needed him...? It was as if he spat on your face, disgrading you.

And on the day he returned, a century and a half had already passed. He had joined the Fatui not too long ago. The names Kabukimono and Kunikuzushi disregarded, now known as The Balladeer, or Scaramouche.

The guilt that swallowed him worsened, seeing you at the heart of the village, a body now completely hardened Cor Lapis. Just as when he left you, you sat on your knees, hands neatly folded onto your lap. The only difference is now your face held permanent pain, forever carved on the Geo element that turned you to stone. The tears that once continuously poured down your cheeks crystallized, glimmering against the sunlight.

The village he left you on had immortalized you as their stone deity. All of them were familiar with your dreadful story, passed on from generation to generation. Similar to the Kabukimono, you've earned your own myth that will soon be recorded in history books. And as he solemnly ate Unagi Chazuke, a dish the village offered for him to eat for his long journey, he listened to the village elder told him the tale of a 'geo god' that hailed all the way from Liyue.

"A deity that emanated from Liyue peregrinated all the way to Inazuma, to settle with their lover. But their lover left them, and they cried day and night, imploring the stars for his return. Their tears perpetuated to flood the lands and sank into the dirt, their heart gradually turned into Cor Lapis, the element they once created with their bare hands, and slowly engulfed their entire existence due to the unfathomable grief of their loss."

And the village has kept your stone body in the middle of the village ever since you've turned stone, for you brought prosperity into their land. Cor Lapis, an element that only can be found in Liyue. Though, yours was unlike no other. It made their dirt more fertile, the quality of the crops became impeccable and they prayed to you to feed onto their greed, always asking for more and more. Rumor has it that the gemstone tears that continued to form in your eyes and fall into the ground, infusing themselves within the land were the cause.

It made him sick. You've shed never-ending tears since his abandonment. Did he hurt you that much? And now they're using your pain and suffering for their own benefit? The only reason why you stayed in the village, being taken care of and treated like a tourist attraction was because of your enamoring myth that was partly true? They didn't deserve the blessing that was rooted in your torment.

They deserved years of suffering for taking advantage of your kindness, even in your statued state.

Soon, the village that selfishly kept your body was nothing but reduced to ashes, leaving nothing but the fertile land you had blessed it. Forgotten, wiped from history. Then, the Balladeer hid you somewhere no one would find you, in the deepest depths of Chinju Forest, where you shone faintly in the forever darkness of the mysterious forest.

It was then and there that he finally lamented. Years of longing for your touch, gnashing guilt, hatred toward the gods for choosing you for the fate you don't deserve— the pain of the universe taking you so soon from him and his undeniable betrayal of you, his traitorous actions towards your endless love. It all took the form of tears as he clung to your hard body, his screams of anguish being swallowed by the trees that surrounded you.

How could he do this to you? To leave you to your own despair when you've never left him in his times of need? To let you experience pain all alone when you've always carried his burdens with him? You were nothing but sweet, the sole candle that lit his life where he had known nothing but darkness.

Scaramouche missed you, so much, and he would do anything, everything to bring you back. Even make a deal to that wretched Doctor in the Fatui. Just to hold you in his arms once more, to kiss your soft lips, and hear you call him yours once again. So he could tell you all the words he could never before, to thank you for your loyalty, to apologize for his betrayal, and tell you that he loves you with all his heart— his entire existence.

But there was nothing left of you, only the wound he had inflicted on himself and your body in a form of Cor Lapis hidden away in Chinju Forest.

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𓆩 [] 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝑿 [] 𝓜. 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𓆪

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YOUR LYNEY HCS WERE SO SO SO SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry for giving you so many requests but if you don’t mind could I request Yandere hcs of Scara with a male reader who is also a puppet? -💌

𝕬 / 𝕹 :: ➳ 𝕺𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 💌 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓! 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖓`𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖎 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖎`𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 ✦ 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖎`𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖓!!

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰/𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔢𝔰, 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢! 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔞, 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲,

⌨ [𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪 \ 𝓚𝓾𝓷𝓲 / 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻] ♡

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who never cared about your presence at first and never bothered to care thinking you'd just be another mortal he'd have to deal with.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who was more than surprise to hear that you were a puppet just like him but if you were abandoned was unknown to everyone, so finding the time in his day to stalk you carefully, making sure he'd find out everything about you one way or another.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who thought the both of you could've probably been made by the same archon so he didn't get too obsessed but sooner on when he was stalking you he realized how stupid that sounded and grew more obsessed over time.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who purposely made someone send you letter because he was "too busy to do it himself" but if those fatui guards don't deliver consider them a figment of imagination.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who finally built up the courage he already developed and somehow made you speak to him first.. no one even understands how or why but they don't even bother asking.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who order fatui soldiers to kidnap you after a few days of interacting and simply was too impatient to wait for his lover.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who notice how emotionless you've been with him ever since he kidnapped you but he was also surpised when the fatui soldiers informed him that [N] didn't fight back.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who finally allowed you to roam freely after you finally learned to accept the fact that he loved you, yet you were surprised he allowed you to think about your feelings towards him.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who was more than happy to have you clinging to him after he totally did didn't threaten to torture you if you didn't pay more attention to him or even look in his direction.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who almost cut your legs and hands off when he caught you outside without him but instead he made you regret trying to leave him when you just wanted to be outside..

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who has nightmares of you leaving him and not looking back or just disappearing with no trace of where you went, leading him to waking up with tears in his eyes and you stroking his hair, you were actually there for him.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who would have a whole panic attack when he'd have his nightmares again and you weren't there, he'd tore apart the whole room and break everything but the second you walked through that door he'd hug you immediately sobbing before getting angry 5 seconds later and start switching from crying to getting angry.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who has emotionless when you finally confessed your feelings towards him but on the inside he was more than happy, he was glad he wouldn't have to kill you since he was getting impatient with waiting.

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who forced the both of you to sign a contract which meant your life's were devoted to one another and if the other left then they'd have to die (Scara made it himself)

❥ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 who kept that contract stuck in your head, making sure he'd do anything to keep you with him, even manipulate you into thinking you were with him from day 1, he loves you and would rather have you die in his hands than have you walk away from him just like everyone else has..

#❥ 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗲'𝗦 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 ᴄᴀʀᴅs ♡#𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝔁 𝓜!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 #𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓼 #𝓜𝗫ℳ 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 #𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷.𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝗫 𝓜.𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 #✷ -> -> -> ♡𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓮`𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ♡ <- <- <- ✷#𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓣𝓸: @/cafekatsune

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Cold As Marble

Pairing: ex-boyfriend writer Bucky Barnes and gn!reader

Word Count: 1400 words

Outline: A look at a broken relationship that evolves over the years.

Warnings: Breaking up, mention of past lovers, moving on, angst. Funeral mention.

Author’s Note: Part of an exes trilogy I made. No need to read them all it just flows thematically. This is the second one, this is the first one and this is the last one.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The echo of the sound of your heart being broken just as he took a step outside the room. The bedroom you both had shared. Tears fall from your face down on the wooden floor. Bucky was walking away, away from the apartment you shared together.

Love felt as cold as a lie at that moment, a lie that warmly embraced you in the past, 'did he ever truly love me? or was I just a toy for him, to learn what love is and shower off the next girl.' A lie that was daily pulling you away and killing you softly and sweetly. Already you knew it in your heart that he didn’t love you, that he didn’t care.

You could tell by the way he forgot what your favorite flower was: hibiscus, by the way. How he could never remember the way you liked your coffee with milk in the morning “Is not a big deal, just add it in” his words always echoing in your head.

'I don’t remember anything about you because I don’t love you, I love the idea of you.' Were you wrong? But whenever you mentioned it he would always get angry to deflect from your feelings, making you think you were the victim in a situation he orchestrated by himself. Were you ever anything else but a pawn?

“I don’t love you anymore, you weren’t the one for me” is what he said ten minutes ago.

But before all that a year ago he used to say “I searched for you across all of the lands, once I found you I treasured you like a precious rare gem, you were all I could ever think about”

Oh, how fast the night falls and the months’ change, water turning to ice as it all falls into a memory.

”Is over.”

And for what?

“I’ve had enough”

Of what? Of your love? Was tending to his every need not enough?

His decision, everything was his decision. You blinked slowly looking at him, his suitcase in his hand as he closed the door behind him, giving you one last look.

“You turned me into a marble statue and wondered and wondered why I changed. Love is not about beauty” a thought swimming in your head.

Can beauty hold? Hold two people together? Is it enough? Can you love one another? Can you give out your heart and let someone else safe keep it for you? Could he do that? Can you do that?

Sometimes people, no, not people --men, you correct yourself. They want a puppet, sometimes they want just something to admire pretty in the arms walking them down the street to show them off. That's the power of beauty. People warmly greet them because they are holding something so beautiful. Did he like you for anything else than being pretty in his hands?

Love, love, love, eros. He loved statues, loved museums, loved all art and all paintings, “beauty has died but they are eternal in here” he used to tell you, with a strict look on his face, pensive as ever, his intelligence outmatching anyone else, of course.

Loving a statue --isn’t that what he had been doing with you? Admiring you and adoring you, showering you in gifts, beautiful jewelry, beautiful gowns, having you dress and undress for him. Should have known by the first time he brought you a gift for your one-month anniversary. A small statue made of marble. It all makes sense in your head now. Pieces clicking together.

Cold as marble, he was cold as marble, never warm to the touch.

Statues.

Their beauty reminded him of his need to be in love, loving a beautiful woman, resembling the Aphrodite of Mylos, he used to tell you, making you walk around the house with just a sheet around your waist, your hair pushed back in a bun, an olive branch on your hair, like a crown, for his beauty queen.

Beauty can be as cold as marble, isn’t that true? Beauty is often the reason why people fall in love, only to soon find there is nothing beneath the surface, absolutely nothing after they have devoured everything, picking away at the skin and the bones.

And then that’s what we are.

Bones.

Why did he pursue you?

He was missing the thrill of love, loved having someone looking at him as if he had touched the sun.

And as for him? He was the same old tale of a broken-hearted young boy. There was a girl, she died young and suddenly, you didn’t know anything more, he never told you anything more. You reminded him of her and her beauty but you could never compare to her grace.

Oh no, she was perfect, as often ghosts tend to be. When she passed away so did the part of himself, the part of him who could love and be loved. Bucky often said that you reawakened it. Did you? Or had he created a beautiful story to captivate you in it forever? How could you ever know what was real and what was not? Twisting his life and words around to catch you on a web.

After time you will come to wonder, if he was just a catalyst. Perhaps you weren’t in love with him, perhaps you were also in love with the idea of being in love, or just in love with love. Love is a force, pulling you, loving someone else made you feel a part of this world. Feeling that you came on earth just to love.

Someone,

anyone,

anything.

“Never let anyone take away your faith in people” is what your mother told you when you called her that night in between tears and self-deprecating words. Isn’t that the most sound advice? You listened to your mother like the good girl you were. Kept her words like an oath.

A year after your break-up, you will come to see him for the first time at the publishing house you worked at. Oh, he was a writer alright. Wrote about art and history. You would never forget how old and weary you felt like he looked.

“People always turn ugly once we stop loving them” your mother’s words of wisdom came to your head but a gut feeling in your stomach arrived ‘were you ugly now in his eyes, his once precious object of attention?’

After a couple of drinks at a company party months down the line, you would join each other in warm conversation, having worked a bit together now and he would ask you unprovoked.

“Did you regret it?“ and you would stay silent, knowing how he was working on his book at that time, you didn’t want to become a line at the page of his life story.

“I wrote my book for you, our love. ” his words would confuse you at first. But you had made a lot of progress with yourself to fall for something cheap like that.

“You don’t write for me, you write for you, you write it so you can get over it as if our story living forever in writing will somehow make it worth it, make our relationship worth it.”

You walked away that time, alcohol could never control your thoughts and your emotions, you were always careful. You had learned to play it safe and remain collected.

A couple of years later at a close friend’s funeral, you will come to see him again. The greatest catalyst in your life, having long refused to call him love. And you would hug him and tell him softly.

“Learn how to hug people properly, humans don’t break like that, people aren’t made of marble” and he would smile at you because you knew, you both knew that you found your mark and your checkpoint at one another.

Each time it will get easier and it was true, it was easier.

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