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Childe had many different sides he showed to different people. For some, he might be that merciless eleventh ranked Fatui Harbinger who only brings trouble. For others, he might be the big brother who's fun and does everything to protect his family.
For you, he's everything - because you were one of the few who got to see every single side of him, because he let you, that is.
But nonetheless, you also adored every side of him because all of them combined are him. It's what makes him.. well, him.
Right now, the two of you were watching a movie when Childe got an idea. He suddenly started to smirk at you and before you could even ask him what this is about, you had a pillow on your face while he cheered; “Pillow fight! I'm gonna win, Ames!~”
And so, the two of you end up having a fight with.. pillows. You know that your boyfriend adores to fight and to spar - but even with pillows? This was a surprise for you, too but you didn't mind it one bit.
Which F1 team I would asign my favourite HSR characters to.
- Aventurine; He gives me Mercedes vibes, might be the way he carries himself and his attitude, but I totally could see him drive for Mercedes.
- Blade; Ferrari. With no doubt. He's gone through so much and kind of screams depression, and the only F1 team that causes depression to their drivers and fans is no other than Ferrari...
- Dan Heng; Red Bull! Mainly because of how he is cold and reserved. Who doesn't really talk about his past and I feel with this attitude Red Bull would be an interesting fit.
- Moze; I'm a bit torn for him. I'm thinking of Aston Martin due this quote from his story: "He has become accustomed to not speaking, but also to having people speak on his behalf." It somehow made me think about Lance Stroll? So, I'd go for Aston Martin for him.
- Luka; McLaren. Mainly due his personality but also how others describe him. Very competitive, scared to become a burden and that's why he fights so hard etc. Red Bull would have fitted too but I feel like McLaren would be a better fit.
Summary: After an accident, you somehow end up being labeled as one of the victims his girlfriend, all due to an assumption from a stranger that passed it along to the paramedics. And after waking up and using this as an excuse to figure out how he was doing, you end up in a web full of lies where you have to pretend to be his girlfriend while figuring out a way to escape this all.
Pairings: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi x F!Reader
Genre: Alternate Universe / AU
Warnings: Detailed description of an accident, mentions of an accident, mentions of (heavy) injuries (eg broken bones, etc), mentions of the ICU, some curse words, mentions of dying/dead but nothing character wise. Loads of angst. I don't have experience with accidents or medical stuff, chances of a lot of mistakes about that. English is not my native language, and this can contain grammar and spelling mistakes. // Let me know if I missed any other warnings!
Words: 3.3k
AN: Longest chapter/fic I've typed out so far! This will be a series but I don't know how many chapters it will contain or when a new chapter will be released. I also put so much effort in this one so I really hope y'all like it.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated if you want to help me in boosting my work.
You drummed with your fingers on your steering wheel as you stood in front of the stop lights, waiting for the red light to turn green. It was late, the streets were quiet and empty, and due to it being winter, the sky turned dark fast. You turned the volume a bit up, looking around the empty streets. And while most people would take advantage of this situation, you didn’t mind waiting a bit. You didn’t have to be anywhere, you just finished getting some groceries and were heading back to your dorm.
Your eyes landed on a figure, standing on the other side of the road across from you, just like you waiting for the lights to spring to green. He was sitting on his bicycle, one hand resting on the side of the street lantern to keep himself in balance so he didn’t have to place his feet on the ground. For a brief moment, your eyes met his. There was a certain familiarity in those but you couldn’t recall a moment where you ever had met him. But maybe he went to the same college as yours and who knows you had gotten a glimpse of him somehow. You slightly shook your head, in time to see the lights turn green and you pressed the gas pedal of the small, rigged car you were driving in.
The motor rumbled as you started to drive, ready to make your turn but having to stop to let the person pass by as your indicator lights flicked on and off, you had to turn into the next street but had to wait for the passenger to cross the road. And then everything happened so fast, a dark car showed up from the dark, tires screeching in hopes to stop yet it still hit the boy on his bicycle. The car swayed, and the driver seemed to lose control over the car as you tried to escape with your car by trying to drive backward but before you could do so, the other car already rammed into the front part of your car as it hit the street light.
Everything around you was spinning, your vision blurry as your hazy mind tried to clear up. Your breath was ragged and you blinked a few times to regain your vision. Your heart was thumping loudly and it took you a few seconds to remember what just happened a few seconds ago. You lifted your head up, taking in the surroundings as adrenaline coursed through your veins. What you saw now was something straight out of a horror movie, scenes you’ve read in the newspapers countless of times from the number of accidents that happened around the world.
The black car had dunked a big part of the front of your car, the driver's seat empty and the door open, and no further trace of the driver. Your eyes scanned the road, remembering a third person was involved in all of this, and that’s when you saw one of the most horrific things you’d never wanted to witness yourself. The boy was laying in the middle of the street, his bicycle a few meters away, which was fully dented and broken.
“Oh hell.” You muttered, voice hoarse and cracking as you blindly reached your hand out for your phone but failed to find it. You tried to remember the steps you had learned from the medical training course you had followed not so long ago. Safety. You had to bring both yourself and the others in safety. “Totally easy.” You grumbled sarcastically to yourself, using sarcasm as a way to keep yourself grounded and to hold back the panic that threatened to take over. “I have to get out first.” You started to talk to yourself, verbally guiding yourself through all of this. You knew you had to hurry, the boys' life depended on your help and it was not the moment to figure out your own injuries, or that was what you told yourself.
You quickly checked the situation you were in. Noticing how your left leg was stuck, it was pretty obvious but on the further side you didn’t notice any other injuries, but maybe that was because the adrenaline was keeping you from feeling the pain. “Here goes nothing.” You breathed, pushing your seat back to free your leg. You let the breath you were holding escape before turning your body towards the back of the car. The right door was getting blocked by the street light, so your only way out seemed to be the right backdoor. You unbuckled yourself, almost falling down as the strap had kept you steady but without it, you no longer had something that kept you up. You forced your body to crawl to the back, hissing and groaning as you tried to not scream from the pain as you kept one goal in mind. Safe the boy. It took you a lot of effort but you managed to get out safely.
You stumbled towards the boy laying on the street, limping as you headed over to him. The white line of the crosswalk was painted in dark red from the male his blood. His face was turned down so you couldn’t see if he had other injuries on his face or not. His body was laying in an unnatural position and no movement seemed to come from him. You carefully kneeled down, clenching your jaw when you felt a surging pain going through your right left, yet forcing yourself to keep lowering yourself. Two of your fingers moved to the side of his neck and while you kept your breath you hoped you could still feel a heartbeat.
Your eyes widened as you got the proof, he was still alive and you could feel his heartbeat against your fingers. Your eyes darted around in hopes to see someone but it was as empty as a place could ever be and yet you screamed. “Somebody! Someone help!” You used all the air you had in your lungs, hoping someone in one of the houses could hear your screaming. “I need help!” You screamed, managing to sound even louder than you were before.
You glanced down when something touched your hand - which was resting on the concrete to support yourself - meeting a pair of indigo eyes staring right up at you. His hand felt cold and instinctively you placed your other hand on his in hopes to warm it up and to let him know he wasn’t alone, in hopes of somehow comforting him. “Hey there.” You greeted him, forcing yourself to sound calm. “My name is Y/N and you’ve been in an accident but help is on the way, okay? All you need to do for me is to stay awake.” You instructed him in a soft tone, even though you weren’t sure if he did hear you or not, or if he even registered anything at all. “Sc…ar…a”, He forced out, his voice breaking and breath ragged as if he tried to force out some words. “Okay, Scara. You are gonna be fine okay? All you need to do for me is stay awake and listen to my voice and don’t move.” You went on, eyes never leaving his as you were afraid that if you would do so he would slip back into his unconsciousness and you knew from movies that it was never a good sign when that would happen.
You shifted your body, biting down on your lip as you groaned but that way you could hold his hand better. “‘M here and I’m not leaving you, okay? I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re safe.” You assured him or rather assured yourself. You couldn’t let him die, but maybe that was more a selfish thought, if he died on you he would leave you behind with guilt and the thought of you being the reason he died, and you didn’t want that to happen. No one wanted to see someone die on their watch.
You moved your eyes back to him, only to see them being closed. “Hey! Hey! Open your eyes! I told you to keep them open! Scara, Scara wake up!” You half screamed and half pleaded. “Please, please, just don’t die.” You begged before mustering up all the air in your lungs. “I need help!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, using all your leftover energy before you slumped down, falling on your back and head hitting the concrete. The adrenaline was fully gone, and now all you could feel was immense pain and tiredness. Everything you had done so far had taken a toll on you. And just when you wanted to give in to it, an unknown voice filled the streets, yelling that the paramedics were on their way and could be there any minute. And that was the last thing before you succumbed to the darkness.
Loud voices along with blaring sirens filled your ears, dragging you back to consciousness as paramedics stood around you. You moved your heavy head aside, seeing the spot beside you empty. “Where is…he-” “He’s on his way to the hospital. Your boyfriend’s gonna be fine.” One of the two paramedics that sat beside you responded. “But he’s not-” “Bring the stretcher! We’ve mobilized her, she’s ready to go!” The other one shouted straight to your words. “-my boyfriend.” You mumbled to finish your sentence, the only two words that the paramedic heard. “He’s at the hospital, they’re taking care of him.” He responded before they hoisted you up the stretcher and pushed it into the ambulance. You wanted to try and fight them, to tell them he was not your boyfriend but no words came out of your mouth as you drifted off once more.
You groaned when you woke up, getting blinded by bright light. “Careful.” A familiar voice scolded as you blinked your eyes open, meeting a pair of amber golden eyes. Xiao, your roommate, and best friend. “How bad is it?” You grumbled as you pushed yourself up, noticing how your left foot felt heavy. “You broke your left leg, and also broke your right wrist. Good combination if you’d ask me. Heavy concussion but you got very lucky, unlike your boyfriend.” Xiao deadpanned as you frowned. Boyfriend? You didn’t have a boyfriend? “Wait, I-” “He’s in the Intensive Care Unit, that’s as much they could tell me, something with me not being a relative to him.” Shrugged. “But you - apparently his girlfriend - will be able to get all the information.” Xiao went on.
You frowned as it all came back yet it was still vaguely. “I know they assumed it but I am sure I told them he wasn’t.” You say, shaking your head but stopping when you felt a stinging pain in your neck. Probably from a whiplash. “Does it matter?” Xiao asked. “Knowing you, I am sure you are dying to know how he is doing, I’d say take advantage of your title of being this stranger his girlfriend and pry out all the information you need.” He explained his plan. “And why are you convincing me to do so?” You frowned at him. “We used to be friends, years ago. Separated ways when we got to high school and he moved places. So can’t blame me for being a bit curious about how’s he doing.” He explained.
You glared at him before speaking. “I feel like you are just spitting out some lies.” You accused him as he rolled his eyes. “His name is Scaramouche, or well that’s how we called him at that time, it was more his nickname and I never asked questions about it,” Xiao spoke, defending himself. Scaramouche…Scara…that’s what he tried to say when- You quickly shook your head to banish the memories that were rising from what happened. “Okay, I believe you. Only because he said ‘Scara’ when…you know.” You say, not wanting to say or be reminded about the accident even though it was hard as you got injured and got yourself involved in some chaos.
Xiao nodded as he got up from where he had been sitting. “I’ll see if I can find someone that knows more and tell them you woke up.” He announced, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweater. “Don’t go anywhere.” He spoke, his lips twitching in a smirk, knowing very well I had no choice as he walked out of the room to see if he could find a doctor. Xiao hadn’t lied when he told you that Scaramouche used to be his friend back in time and that he had moved away. They had managed to stay in contact until they both started going to high school. Xiao went to the one in his town and Scara went to another one and that’s when they lost contact. It shocked him when he found out that Scara had been involved in the same accident as yours. He had never known he was back in town.
“You little fucker.” You huffed after him before laying your head back against the pillow. His plan swirled around in your head as you took a moment to think it all through. You were curious to know how he was doing and by claiming to be his girlfriend you would be a relative to him and that way you could gain much more information than Xiao would manage to get. You sighed as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling bad for the fact you were really going to do this, but you had a jumpstart with the fact that the paramedics thought that Scaramouche was your boyfriend and that surely would have been passed on to the doctor as well.
You turned your head as footsteps approached you, you expected it to be Xiao and the doctor but you didn’t expect it to be two of your friends. Nilou and Shinobu. “I should punch you for the fact you scared the shit out of us.” Shinobu scolded as she took a seat on the chair Xiao had been sitting in moments ago. “How are you doing?” Nilou asked, carefully sitting down on the bed at your feet. “Okay, I guess. But I suppose that’s because of the painkillers.” You nodded at them as Xiao and a blue haired man in a white coat walked inside.
“How are you doing, Y/N?” He asked as he approached you. “I feel like I’ve been hit by an army of planes, led by a train.” You responded sarcastically as Xiao flicked your forehead as a silent warning. The doctor just chuckled amused as you glared at the boy that stood beside Shinobu. “It’s always a good sign when patients can laugh or in your cause bring out some sarcasm.” He mused with a grin. “I’m doctor Ayato Kamisato, but you can call me Ayato.” He introduced himself before he looked at the chart in his hand. “It’s a surprise how well you came out of all this, for sure when you crawled out of a car with a broken leg and even manage to get to the other victim. You got very lucky.” He hummed as he started to do some small tests on you.
“How is he doing?” You asked after he finished checking your eyes with a little light. His grin turned into a serious expression as your heart started to beat faster in anticipation. “Kunikuzushi managed to survive the accident but is currently in the ICU as his condition is still critical.” He explained. Kunikuzushi, so that was his real name and Scaramouche must be indeed his nickname as Xiao had told. “Can I see him? My boyfriend?” You asked, way too fast for you to realize what you just had asked.
Ayato remained silent for a moment as you glanced at Xiao, who gave you an encouraging nod. “I was actually on my way to his parents to give more information about his condition and the results of the tests we’ve done on him so far. I’ll request a nurse to bring a wheelchair and I’ll bring you there, this way you will also be able to hear about the results and everything.” He explained as you nodded quickly. “Well then, I’ll be right back to pick you up.” He spoke before he left the room.
It stayed quiet for a few seconds before Nilou turned to look at you. “Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you say anything to us?” Nilou bombarded you with questions. “Does that really matter now?” You groaned. “He is in the ICU for fucks sake and you want to know since when I have a boyfriend?” You huffed. “She’s right, this is not the time to try and ask stuff about this subject. We can talk about all of this later.” Shinobu agreed with you as Nilou nodded.
Ayato soon returned with a wheelchair as Nilou helped you out of the hospital bed. Your left leg was in an plaster, just like your right hand. You were wearing one of those ugly hospital gowns as you sat down in the wheelchair. Your arms were littered with bruises and small cuts. You managed to get a glance at your reflection in the window as Ayato started to push the wheelchair. A big gauze on your head near your right temple and a cut that went straight through your brow were stitched up. You indeed had been lucky.
It took a while to get to the ICU, but when you finally arrived it was something you preferred to not have seen. The hall was busy with nurses walking around, going from room to room. You managed to get a few glances of a room, one filled with a bed and a bunch of medical equipment such as machines and stuff. Everything looked so serious and even a bit terrifying.
Ayato stopped in front of a room where two women were waiting for. One had purple hair and violet eyes with a hue of blue. She was with no doubt Scaramouche, well Kunikuzushi’s mother. Beside her stood a woman with long muted pink hair and purple eyes. And from the way, the two women were holding each other's hand you could only assume they must be together. Meaning he might have two mothers. Ayato started to talk but you didn’t hear anything anymore as your eyes landed on the person in the room.
Wires were connected to him, which were connected to a bunch of machines. His head was wrapped in a big bandage, which looked even whiter against his pale skin. He was breathing and the heart monitor gave away that his heart was still beating yet it didn’t change how bad he seemed to be, even though he seemed peaceful as if he was sleeping and could wake up every second. Your attention returned back to the three when you felt them looking at you. “And you are?” The pink haired woman asked. “Y/N. Kuni’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself, shortening his name as if you’d done that for years.
“Girlfriend? He never talked about that.” The purple haired woman murmured. “Well, he doesn’t share much, so it isn’t that surprising we are finding this out right now.” The pink haired lady mused. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N, even when it is in this unfortunate situation. My name is Yae Miko, but please just call me Miko and this is my wife Ei.” She introduced both herself and apparently her wife as well. So you had assumed it right. You gave them both a small smile as realization hit you.
You just met Scaramouche his parents and introduced yourself to them as his girlfriend and there was no way you would be able to get out of this lie anytime soon. You were now a stranger his so called girlfriend and all you could do now was keep this lie up until you could find a way to get out of this somehow. You were fucked.
My name is Amy or Ames. Vibing in her twenties. I work as a nurse with people with dementia, this means I will be writing very sporadically as it will depend on how I have survived my shifts :')
I used to write a lot in the past until I lost my passion for it, but decided to get back into it again. Or atleast try.
I absolutely love obsessed with Formula One, I also enjoy gaming, cosplaying and watching those Chinese short reel drama's. I will be writing for Genshin Impact (just a few specific characters), Resident Evil & Love and Deepspace. Or any character I feel like writing for.
I haven't played Genshin anymore after Natlan got first released (grew bored of the game and then my laptop decided it was time to give up.) Meaning I will be writing for the older characters instead of the new ones bc I don't know any of them :')
Anyway, still setting up this blog and I will make a better intropost/navigation post in the future.
The madness that twinkled in your eyes was making him crazy. The way you didn't care at all made him frustrated, and yet he followed you. He wanted you, he wanted it all. And he wanted more. He thrived on the toxicity of this whole situation; this entire relation was, and yet he wanted more.
He hooked his finger under your choker, pulling you closer like that as his blue orbs took your face in. He raised his other hand up, finger still hooked in your choker to keep you there. His thumb brushed over your cheek. Spreading the splatter of blood out, rather than wiping it off. A dark glow flared up in his eyes as his lips twisted up into a smirk. A sane person wouldn't be enjoying this, wouldn't even be doing this. But he wasn't sane. With his twisted soul, he was far too gone to even return to sanity. Not that he wanted.
You had freed him from his restraint. Freed the person he was deep down. One would say, manipulated him into doing all of this, yet it was his own choice. Though he wouldn't deny that you had been a big influence in all of this.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who constanly asks your imput regarding your tattoo design and place you want it to have.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is gentle, explains every step he's doing. Whenever he changes needles, he'll warn you and explain why that needle is for.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is skilled enough to know when to give you a break. Even when you refuse to admit it, he knows. Who will make sure there is a glass of water and a small snack ready to refuel so the session can continue.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who warns you when he will start tattoo'ing the most painfull spots. Using humor to distract you or remain silent if that helps for you to breathe and stay calm. Who follows your tempo, who stops when it gets too much or when you need to reposition yourself when getting uncomfortable.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who sees you of with a kind smile, mentally counting down to the next session as your tattoo isn't fully finished yet. Who watches you leave with a smile and wishing time would fly so he would be able to see you again.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who constanly asks your imput regarding your tattoo design and place you want it to have.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is gentle, explains every step he's doing. Whenever he changes needles, he'll warn you and explain why that needle is for.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is skilled enough to know when to give you a break. Even when you refuse to admit it, he knows. Who will make sure there is a glass of water and a small snack ready to refuel so the session can continue.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who warns you when he will start tattoo'ing the most painfull spots. Using humor to distract you or remain silent if that helps for you to breathe and stay calm. Who follows your tempo, who stops when it gets too much or when you need to reposition yourself when getting uncomfortable.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who sees you of with a kind smile, mentally counting down to the next session as your tattoo isn't fully finished yet. Who watches you leave with a smile and wishing time would fly so he would be able to see you again.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who constanly asks your imput regarding your tattoo design and place you want it to have.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is gentle, explains every step he's doing. Whenever he changes needles, he'll warn you and explain why that needle is for.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who is skilled enough to know when to give you a break. Even when you refuse to admit it, he knows. Who will make sure there is a glass of water and a small snack ready to refuel so the session can continue.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who warns you when he will start tattoo'ing the most painfull spots. Using humor to distract you or remain silent if that helps for you to breathe and stay calm. Who follows your tempo, who stops when it gets too much or when you need to reposition yourself when getting uncomfortable.
Tattoo!artist Wriothesley who sees you of with a kind smile, mentally counting down to the next session as your tattoo isn't fully finished yet. Who watches you leave with a smile and wishing time would fly so he would be able to see you again.
I was scrolling through my old fics and found this one I wrote almost 2 years ago and since I still have a wip of chapter 2 in my docs and felt a bit motivated, I wanted to know if I should continue this old fic? (which is literally just the prologue/first chapter as I never continued it oops)
I was scrolling through my old fics and found this one I wrote almost 2 years ago and since I still have a wip of chapter 2 in my docs and felt a bit motivated, I wanted to know if I should continue this old fic? (which is literally just the prologue/first chapter as I never continued it oops)
