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rayofsunas · 3 years

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cherry blossoms | scaramouche

A/n: good evening guys! how is everyone? I hope you're all doing well this week :) reader insert is fem once again (I've explained why in another recent post) but if someone would like a gn version let me know! I kind of think of this as a prequel to scara's mini-series, but rather the happier version shh- (I'm plotting things in the mini-series). since I was running late with this post, and I feel as though this is unfinished, if you guys want a part two, let me know!! as always, thank you for requesting anon, and enjoy!

Summary: s/o is a fatui harbinger and scaramouche's fiancé, who’s good friends with aether, paimon, mona.

Parings: Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, pregnancy (hinted + implied), Mona being Mona and Paimon being Paimon ;-;

Word count: 1k

"Mona, please, I just need you to try and get along, for once." You exclaimed, staring at the tall cherry blossom tree in your backyard, wondering if it could support a small swing; you hoped it could.

The beautiful astrologer huffed from her seat on a nearby large stone, that was now a bench of sorts. Your wish seemed to be the last thing on her mind, far too stubborn to give in completely.

"I'm trying! He's just so annoying..."

"Understood," You agreed, Mona tilted her head to the side. "But, I want you two to stop. I know he makes it hard, but be the bigger person, yeah?" She was your best friend, why wouldn't you want them to get along?

She nodded nonchalantly, only partly agreeing. She couldn't get along with your fiance no matter how much she tried. Everything he said was both annoying and infuriating.

Plus, he was a danger! But then again you were a Fatui as well... No, your personality and actions couldn't be chalked up to that of a Fatui, you and your fiancé were different, very, very different.

"By the way, where's Aether and Paimon?" You asked, moving away from the beautiful cherry blossom tree to bump your hip with the astrologers, eventually taking a seat when she scooted over.

"On their way, they decided to stop into town for something." A sneaky grin was on her face and you couldn't help but feel sick because of it.

"What's with that grin?"

"Nothing, no worries."

You hummed, looking back at the tree in thought. You'd have to figure out what that meant when the pair returned soon.

"Must you have such a grandiose house, so far away from the town?! It was really hard getting up here!" Paimon complained, large eyes angry. You couldn't help but smile cheekily at the small floating being, not phased at all by her behavior.

"Apologies, Paimon. My only excuse is we like privacy; being a Fatui isn't easy and brings a lot of unwanted attention."

"Paimon doesn't like the long walk,” She said speaking in third person. “Thank the Archons we don't come here often!" She smiled.

"Hey..." You said teasingly, with a frown.

"S-Sorry, um,-" She looked frazzled before floating over to Aether and snatching a small brown paper bag from his hands, "Here, an apology gift...?" The mysterious being nervously giggled, you stared at her in confusion.

"A gift, for me?" She nodded.

"Paimon!" Aether hissed lowly, glaring at her. It sounded like she wasn't supposed to give this to you... Because of that, you were going to give it back but then Aether relaxed and motioned for you to open it.

"We were hoping to give it to you when Scaramouche was here too, seeing as though it's a gift for both of you..." You gave him a questioning look. What could it be? For the both of you? Hmm... How thoughtful.

"Go ahead!" Paimon said cheerfully, a huge smile on her face. Aether's features mirrored hers and even Mona had a small smile on her face. You followed their orders, unfolding the fold at the top of the bag and reaching inside to grab the contents. Whatever it was felt small, soft, and there was even something round in there. Your eyebrows pinched in confusion as you grabbed the first item.

It didn't take long for you to realize what it was. A white baby blanket, dotted with tiny glittered silver, purple, and blue stars. It was beautiful...

"Oh my." You said shocked.

Everyone's faces seemed to drop, scared you hadn't liked the gift.

"What's wrong?" Mona was the first to question. "You don't like it?" She asked frantically.

"I love it... It's just-" You continued reaching into the bag to grab a little hat that looked exactly like your Fiance's, without a doubt for a baby's head. Glancing up at the group, you stared cluelessly. "How did you guys know?"

Paimon giggled, "Mona told us, duh!"

Looking at Mona who wore a bright smile on her face, you only stared in amusement. Of course, she'd find out first... She always did.

"You read my horoscope?"

She nodded, mimicking you. "I read your horoscope." She confirmed.

A sigh escaped past your lips. "I thought I told you to stop doing that?" The last time she did, she read Scaramouche's without permission and ruined the element of surprise when it came to his proposal. You assumed that was one of the other reasons why the two hated each other, outside the fact that he was a Harbinger.

"I couldn't help it!" Your best friend exclaimed, throwing her hands dramatically in the air. With a smile you approached her, wrapping your arms around her frame.

"Thank you," You whispered. She returned the sweet gesture, smiling. "It's nothing."

Pulling away, you asked, "So, who's idea was it?" Aether and Paimon looked directly at Mona, you smiled at her once again. Maybe she was coming around if she thought to have a milliner make a tiny hat much like Scaramouche's for the baby. "Yours truly." She said cockily, arms folding.

"Hey!" Screeched Paimon. "You can't take all the credit! We picked out the blanket! Plus, you didn't have any money so you couldn't even go with us!"

Scaramouche arrived much later, closer to dinnertime, and you were the first to greet him at the door, shoving the blanket and hat in his face. He cracked a grin at the hat but didn't care much about the blanket.

"You should thank her," you had said to him, teasingly reaching for his hat to plop on your head; something you’d grown accustomed to. “She was very thoughtful." He watched as you hopped through the house towards the living area, the charms and tassels of his hat jingling with each hop, without a doubt you were in high spirits.

"Them leaving tomorrow should be enough of thanks they deserve." He said once he was beside you again. You smacked his shoulder with the baby blanket. He just grinned cheekily at you.

"Asshole, they traveled all this way just for you to rush them away. The least we could do is host them for a while." He shook his head, frowning when he heard Paimons loud screeches coming from the living room, cheering about something to do with food. Annoying... "I don't owe them anything. They're guests in our house, I should be able to kick them out if I wish." You ignored his comment.

"About guests, I received a letter from Dottore,"

Scaramouche's face paled. Archons, what did he want now...? His presence was annoying as it is, almost matching Childe's, but because Scaramouche was ignoring that crazy clown, now he writing to his fiance?

With a teasing smile, you announced, "He'll be stopping by sometime this week. I hope that's not too much of an issue!"

3.24.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche is really the loml

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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Regret - TS pt.3

Warnings: cursing, christian!reader, alcohol, death

A/N: part three! idk where this is going especially after i got so carried away last time but it’s okay it’s all good time for more angst!l

next chapter shit’s about to go down 🦭 im literally so excited

3.24.21

part 1 is here! and part 2 is here!

Word Count: 2k

- london, to say the least, felt like a world entirely different from small heath, despite their similarities and relative proximity

- just in the train station, the way of dress, the obvious wealth not exactly present with the company kept in birmingham, was quite intimidating

- you had to remind yourself multiple times though that you were still dressed and raised as if you were a member of society, or at least a semblance of that, and no matter what inner dialogue occurred, to the rest of london the only reason for you not to blend in would be the wide, curious eyes, desperate to catch every new detail

- despite the war, there still was a longing, a curiosity, the need to learn and see new things, maybe not meet too many people, as being as close to the shelby’s as one could be, there aren’t a lot of people out there who can be trusted

- you had to remind yourself how one shelby in particular had trusted you, then gone back on his word so easily

- but these wallowing thoughts were disrupted by the sight of your aunt maggie

- although being truly unsure of your actual relation to the kind older woman, you embraced one another, having not seen each other since before the war

- she always reminded you of polly, despite their differences in age, stature, and dress, but margaret always seemed to be more soothing, calming effect- not that she lacked sharp wit

- her only son had died in the war and she had been widowed for years, so her invitation had been extended for a while, and the opportunity arose

- in camden town, she had gotten you a job as a secretary at a bakery, as odd as it seemed, but promised it to be good pay, and a close walk from her home

- you made it to her home, the dark streets of camden town not totally unfamiliar, but recognizing the dangers that could arise from wandering the streets at night

- the two of you spend the whole night talking it seems, reminiscing, before she reminds you your first day of work is tomorrow

- as hasty as it may be, it was reassuring to have the distraction, something to throw yourself into

- it was quite early, and visibility was a bit low, but your spirits were high as the walk was brisk

- getting to work was easy enough, but it was quite the surprise to see that the bakery, was not indeed just a bakery

- you frowned a bit at that

- a younger man, still older than you though, waited outside

- you greeted him politely, sharing some small pleasantries

- he was handsome, but looked tired, and nervous, quite antsy

- he introduced himself as ollie and explained how your aunt maggie had great deals to say about your qualifications and trustworthiness

- despite all the questions you had, like who’s bakery is a front for a distillery?, you chose to not venture too much for you first day

- ollie started to give you a tour when a loud booming voice that came from somewhere within the large room, a quite angry loud one, almost reminiscent of arthur’s

- the thought of the eldest shelby made you smile

- you still had a smile as a rather strong-looking man came up towards you and ollie

- you had to stop yourself from staring

- it was practically the first beard you’ve ever seen! apart from that of father christmas

- in small heath, no one had a beard, and in the war, soldiers were shaved as best as they could

- bare-faced men had surrounded you your whole life, apart from mustaches and the occasional scruff, and this man had a beard!

- he had a ruggedness to him, which was frankly alluring, different from the strict way that tommy, seemingly the only man to ever occupy your thoughts in such a manner, did

- you were practically giddy at the thought, completely dismissing the strength in his voice that would make others quiver in fear

- “right then, who’s this?” he sort of mumbled out

- you politely introduced yourself and extended a hand

- he shook it, gave his name, then wordlessly turned around, then beckoned you to come follow him

- ollie, looked quite surprised at this, though you still were unsure what to say, primarily focusing on not blurting out how you admired your new employer’s beard.

- he led you to a dark office, filled with dark woods and a smoky smell that you were instantly associating with tommy

- “now ms.y/l/n, your desk will be right out there outside that door, and you’ll be takin’ me messages, as well as some notes in some meetings.”

- you nodded calmly, allowing your professionalism to seep back in.

- definitely less involved than your past job, but that was a good thing, it gave more time to focus on london, not on shoddy business deals and guns and whatnot.

- the rhythm of work came very easily

- mainly spending time in alfie’s meetings, reading things to him and discussing paperwork

- alfie insisted that you referred to him so casually, despite your hesitance, saying that he could trust you, and that mr. solomons made him feel too old coming from your lips

- some late evenings conversations strayed

- aware of the other’s service, but never mentioning it or asking about time spent in france

- he would ask about your aunt, you would ask about cyril; the two of you were truly becoming quite close, platonically, of course, you had to remind yourself

- occasionally the two of you go to the actual bakery, and surprise one another with a special loaf or treat made from scratch

- at first, you weren’t quite sure what exactly you were handling with all of the records and contracts streaming through the office, to usually just end up in the fireplace

- it wasn’t all too unfamiliar from the races and work from up in small heath, but it never came up as the two of you spoke

- it didn’t take more than a month before you truly were let in on the realities of his business, but insisted that for your safety, your involvement wouldn’t further anymore than being his secretary

- you agreed, and told him it wasn’t unusual business, that you weren’t concerned

- he questioned this, and while you did give some vague answers of the shelby’s, they still had your trust, and you wouldn’t go blabbering about their business to just anyone, even if he was your employer

- he knew your heart had been broken.

- not that he’d ever share how he learned that sliver of information,

- but it was after a successful deal; he had let ollie go early and the two of you got drunk in his office. not even a full hour in, you were piss drunk, blubbering on about some thomas fellow, and he had to think what a shame it was, your tears wasted on some bloke

- you truly had formed a wonderful relationship, and you were starting to wonder if it would become more

- that was before the first time you had to stitch him up

- he was practically bludgeoned, and you were in awe at ollie’s ability to actually get alfie to your desk, the unsuspecting stark papers littered there sullied.

- that position brought on not only memories of the war, but remembering all the moments with the shelby boys- your brothers, you hated seeing them in pain, hated seeing him in pain, and started to distance yourself

- for almost a week you practically only spoke to ollie and aunt maggie, until one day when alfie had enough and asked you to dinner

- after some badgering, he got you to agree, and the two of you had a lovely time, but as he was dropping you off, you blurted out,

- “alfie, tonight was wonderful, but my heart belongs to another,”

- he knew this of course, but it didn’t stop him from blasting that tommy bloke internally

- “i understand pet, alright? no need to fret, just wanted to catch up after having my best girl ignore me for so long,” you had to snort at that

- “alfie, i'm practically the only girl in your life,” you giggled.

- he smiled at that, happy to see your spirits high

- you continued, on a more serious note this time,

- “i truly am sorry, alfie, for ignoring you like that. it’s just that, seeing you, and having to patch you back up brought back some memories that i wasn’t ready to face, and i hated having to see you in pain.”

- he nodded in understanding, and you believed that he truly did understand what was left unspoken

- you suddenly gave him a firm hug, startling him at first, before he embraced you back, the two of you standing there for what felt like ages

- “alright now pet, time for you to go back inside to maggie before she has my fuckin’ head.”

- you smiled, and the two of you gave one last glance before you said proper goodbyes and he was off

- after that, the two of you found a rhythm, a relatively flirty relationship, but it still remained quite platonic, with him often coming over for dinner with maggie

- the two of you were quite content, just to have some companion that was neither a dog nor an older woman

- a few weeks passed by, and it started to turn to spring

- any available time was spent trying to chase the fleeting english sunshine, laughing around the parks with cyril and his owner

- you were coming back from the market one day, when aunt maggie was yelling for you from her home, her voice carrying out in the lane

- she never raised her voice and the urgency present had to have meant something was wrong

- you managed to not drop the basket full of vegetables as you hurried into the home

- her face gaunt, but rather unreadable

- you took the phone from her outstretched hand, frowning a bit

- “hello?”

- “y/n. it’s john.”

- john never was so serious, especially on the phone, and for him to sound so grim was extremely concerning

- “johnny, what’s wrong? what’s happened? are you hurt?” images of any one of the closest people to you, back in small heath, had you spiraling

- “it’s- it’s your brothers, love. you best be coming back to small heath, as soon as you can.” you could hear his hesitance, his tone as if he were speaking to katie, not you, but it was almost as if you were in placed into a daze

- your arm simply dropped, the weight of the phone suddenly too much to bear, john’s calls of concerns incoherent from the receiver as it hung in suspension from the wall

- you somehow managed to move yourself to sit down on the couch, but you couldn’t speak, you don’t even know what to say

- could all your brothers really be gone?

- what had happened?

- the death of your brother closest in age to you during the war had wrecked you, but the waves of soldiers coming in took precedence, not grieving

- you didn’t want anyone else, a mother, sister, or wife, to have to deal with the pain, and you would practically give your own life to ensure that for them

- throwing yourself into work, it’s no surprise tommy’s arrival hit you as hard as it did, it was like seeing your brother, there right in front of you, in need of saving

- regardless of romantic feelings, he could not die because you were unable to be there for him, and you would make sure he got home

- because so many men weren’t going to

- now, who did you have to go home to?

- the shelby’s, as lovely as they can be, weren’t blood

- you had no kin left

- just the thought of returning to your empty home in birmingham let tears start to hang onto the edge of your lashes, waiting to fall

- there would be no late nights by the fire, sitting in comfortable silence with your brothers, wordlessly unpacking the stresses of the day

- there would be no early sunday mornings making breakfast, then forcing them with you into the pew, all bickering as if you were much younger than you were

- there would be no more of their playful teasing, their fierce protectiveness

- there would be no more dirty boot prints littering the home, a pain to clean, but a reminder that they were present, working, living

- there would be no more birthdays, the four siblings shouting at one another over little squabbles, trying to divvy up the whiskey most appropriately by age, then drunkenly blubbering about how much you all really did care for one another hours later

- not four, you had to remind yourself

- it was four, but after the war it was three, and now it’s just one, alone.

- lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear maggie finishing up the conversation with john, discussing details hurriedly; her worried questions, the sad nods of her head

- you would be going back to birmingham on the next train in the morning

#peaky blinders fic #tommy shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #tommy shelby #alfie x reader #john shelby #ada shelby #polly gray #finn shelby #tommy x reader

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