I don't usually post links but I found the damnest cutest keychain. My kavetham heart is crying. I'll share the link for the keychain, it's their house keys 🥹🥹. I don't know how much it is but I think it's $1 or more-ish. In peso for my filipino pips, it's around 70? I think.
Also I know I haven't written anything for so long now soooo I'll be taking requests. (please request the angst ones hehe). Link is utc
Note: So the most voted character in the poll is Diluc! Almost beating Xiao by 1 % so I decided to add him too and another surprise character in another fic but knowing my works you already have some clues hahahaha. Anyways here's the requested piece also thank you all for voting and stuff it's super fun.
Warning/s: Angst
Character/s: Diluc x Reader; Xiao x Reader
Synopsis: Grasping at the end of the thread in the hope of rekindling the lost love with you, but they're too late because you've already decided to marry someone else.
DILUC
A knock echoes across the room before Barbara peeks in and told you that the wedding will begin. She excused herself, fidgeting in embarrassment, when she realized that you were preoccupied fixing your dress and checking your reflection in the mirror. A pathetic excuse, really, anything to delay making the most important decision of your life.
Marrying Kaeya was-is the best decision for you to make, after everything went downhill with Diluc he was always there to comfort and help you whenever you need it.
Yet there's always that nagging feeling that something is still missing, because even though you're happy with Kaeya now, the love you felt with Diluc is different. A love in its purest form that was ripped from you before you could even save it.
Loving Diluc will always be the best part of your life, but it's time to move on; even if you love Diluc, you know your relationship will never be the same again after what happened.
Sighing, you left your room tightly holding the bouquet of Kaeya's favorite flowers closely after making your decision.
You crossed the halls, counting the pillars before the looming door of the Cathedral came into view.
Caught up in trance you didn't even notice the shade of red before being led away. Your body, as if possessed, yields to his touch without even knowing who your captor is.
You have memorized and engraved that very scent and the curves of his hands, the dips of his shoulders.
He stopped walking but never let go of your hand, holding it closer as if you were about to vanish before his eyes.
“Don’t do it” he pleads
Head pounding from what’s happening, you drew your hand away in disbelief. Your eyes glaring at him as if anything could be so simple after what had happened.
“You don’t love him like I-”
“Don’t even start saying that bullshit again Diluc, we’re done and I know I’ll be happy with Kaeya”
His eyes shifted as the name of his brother leave your lips.
“By marrying him?”
He moves closer to you after he realizes you won't respond. His usual hard exterior is now bare and pleading as he stares into your eyes.
“I know all those things I did is unforgivable. I won’t even forgive myself but I am still in love with you (Y/n). I know I treated you poorly when you’ve been nothing but supportive and loving especially when my Dad- I shouldn’t have done all those things to you”
“But you did it anyway Diluc, I’m getting married now and the only thing you could do is to let me go”
“I can’t”
You faced him, your heart was burning and breaking so much that even crying won’t even be enough to show your pain, he's here expressing his everlasting love for you while in the past you've waited and waited for him to tell you that he loves you even if he's warming the bed of some woman he met at his tavern.
“You’re selfish you know that? Barging into my life again as if you can undo all that hurt you caused. Well shits been done Diluc, I’ve moved on and because I’m stupid and a pathetic excuse of a human I know that even if I marry Kaeya I’ll still care for you and that I can’t live without you but don’t make me prove that I can”
He moves to take your hand again but stops when you both heard someone running to your direction.
“(Y/n)? We’re all looking for you, if you’re having doubts and or anxious, I understand we can- what are you doing here?”
Kaeya's relief at seeing you was quickly replaced with a sneer directed at his brother.
“You’re not a part of this brother, best to leave us-” Diluc tries to hide you with his body but you stepped out of his reach before he can hold you again.
“No Diluc, we’re done here. Least you can do is respect my decision”
Turning your back to him, you keep your shoulders square as you brave your way through the halls.
You waited until the walls obscure your view of him before collapsing on Kaeya's embrace, silently crying on his shoulder as you ignore Diluc's shouts of your name.
XIAO
He could feel the wind shifting, he can trace the nostalgia gleefully dancing with the gale.
The yaksha leans into the breeze as he surrendered to it, his clothes flapping against the wind. It was almost like the sound of their laughter, clear and calming even against the howl of the wind.
“Haven’t seen you relaxed like this since forever” you teleported beside him
Xiao stumbles as he regains his composure, you’re always like this, even the vigilant yaksha can be caught lacking when it comes to you. Only you.
“What do you need (Y/n)?”
He tries to be stern, crossing his arms for good measure but blushes when you walk closer to brush a single leaf from his hair.
“I’m here to deliver this”
The adeptus was just opening the envelope you gave him when you started speaking, drumming your fingers against the wooden railing to hide the nervousness in your voice.
“It’ll mean a lot to me if you come Alatus”
A wedding invitation, adorned with red and crimson borders contrasting his teal blue hues. The sides of the paper crumples under his hand before he give it back to you.
“Don’t expect me to make an appearance, the adepti are very busy to even entertain such occasions”
“But Cloud Retainer and the others are coming! Even Morax and Barbatos and Ganyu even Madame Ping!” your voice reaching a note higher to make a point.
“Why even invite me? Besides you’re tying yourself to that mortal. A foolish act honestly, you’re an adeptus and you’re going to waste your life with someone whose life is but a fickle?”
“That mortal saved and loved me when I’m in my lowest-”
“And I do not?!”
Surprised by his outburst, you tried calming him down as you smile hesitantly.
“That’s not what I’m trying to say Xiao and you know it”
“Then leave me be, go and waste your life away with him. I don’t care”
“Let go of my hand then”
Xiao only glares at you, his grip on your hand never faltering.
“You’re always like this, you always push me away then act as if you love me back. I tried Xiao, I really did but I grew tired of all this. It was like always crossing a tightrope with you. When you ended the relationship, I respected that and still tried to be there for you because before all this you were my friend but I’m so tired Xiao. I don’t think I can even be in your life anymore”
“No. (Y/n), I- let’s try again. This time I promise to not hurt you so please don’t- I don’t think I can live in a world without you in it”
He speaks softly, his breath catching as he waits for your answer.
“If you asked me years ago Xiao, I would have said yes but I can’t betray Kazuha like that”
Xiao's heart breaks for you again as he gazes at you. He can't see the love you had for him in your eyes as you usually do, he can’t accept the fact that he’s too late and already lost you to someone else.
You sighed, used to him disappearing on you in the past, as he vanished in a whisp of curling black smoke before you could move. Unbeknownst to you, a teal feathered bird was circling the mountains of Liyue, his song crying of regret and heartbreak.
A/N: And voila! To shuck with word count, dearies, this happens whenever I get taken away aehfoawhefahfuakh mm, prepare for some angst?
➸ Astrolabe (Prequel) Starlit (Venti's Story)
"Text in quotation and italics indicate a dialogue in flashback."
✤ she/her
✤ Mentions of death
Words: 7.1k
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Plenty of unexplainable things occur in the world of Teyvat, far too incomprehensible for mere humans to try and understand. But still, they endeavor to uncover it. For there is beauty in unraveling a mystery.
There is magnificence in the concept of kismet—excitement in finding a destined other.
All of which falls in the grasp of the heavenly bodies; a place undecipherable by normal means. A select few can work around the mystique of the stars, and plenty leave it for them alone to understand.
But there are times when the stars themselves choose to align. Times when they are brightly growing in power—and times when they are materialized through summoning.
The Outlander stares at you with wide eyes, the astrolabe in his hands falling to the ground in shock. Paimon hides at his back with a shriek.
“You-! You appeared out of nowhere!” exclaims the floating pixie, “What gives?!”
Dipping your head in reverence of the one who has awakened you from your slumber, you respond. “I’m from the stars in the evening sky, I will be of service to you from now on.”
“From the stars?” the blond furrows his brows and, with a breathless whisper, says, “Someone said those are false.”
“Ah, yeah! Scaramouche mentioned that months ago! But this lady said she came from the stars themselves! Hah! Let’s see how he’s slapped with certain facts!”
Scaramouche. To think that you’d hear that name as soon as you awaken… it makes you laugh.
The Traveler catches sight of this and, bewildered, questions if you know the Harbinger by any chance. He stills at your response.
The smile on your face is bittersweet.
“More than you know, Traveler.”
You sense his impulse to prepare himself for a fight before he can even actually prepare himself, so you raise a hand to pause his movements.
With the ever-present smile on your face coupled with the timidity of a servant, you shake your head.
“Don’t fret. I am no longer involved with the Sixth Harbinger, Balladeer.”
The pair of travelers cast each other a look.
“No longer involved,” the pixie repeats, arms on her hips, “Doesn’t that mean that you were involved with him before we met you? You’re not tricking us in some Fatui scheme, are you!?”
“Calm down, Paimon..”
The floating fairy—who you now know is named Paimon—turns to the blond, looking beyond miffed that he had even suggested that she must remain calm.
Has the Traveler forgotten that he just had a run-in with the very same Harbinger when they were in Inazuma?!
Seeing the look in the girl’s eyes, you clear your throat, humming afterward.
“I understand your concern, but I truly am no longer connected to him as you may assume. Although I’ve been with the Sixth for quite a while, he’s long since forgotten me. Not once did he mention the possibility of a being from the stars when you spotted him by the meteorite, no?”
“Forgotten?” the blond opts to speak this time around after picking up the astrolabe he had dropped on the grassy land. The gentle glow of [c] is still pulsing in it.
“And how did you know about the meteorite at Musk Reef?”
He watches you cast your look around the place, wistful.
This is the place where the Sixth built a temporary camp before marching on—having completed his time with you. The astrolabe had remained buried amidst the grass until the Outlander had found it.
Found you.
“I was there,” is your simple response. “Even if I wasn’t, a being of the stars is omniscient. They will tell me all that’s happened after I awaken.”
“I see..”
You can sense something from him, a desire to figure out a mystery. It is sprawled all over his features but you do not ask about it.
Since he has found you, you have no right to rise a personal question.
Perhaps in due time, he will tell you.
“You haven’t told me how you were ‘forgotten’.”
Ah.
Giving the Outlander a somber smile, you let a tiny constellation materialize upon your palm, aligning the brightest stars to recreate a memory of long ago. Forgotten by all and remembered only by one.
“It is a long story.”
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Journeying with Aether is different and new.
You’ve been accustomed to being the one in the party to oversee the wellbeing of others, but being with the Traveler flips the roles.
No matter how many times you voiced that you’re in no need of sustenance nor care, he refuses to stop his coddling.
You find yourself eating the dishes he creates and sleeping at his side, things you normally won’t do at all.
You realize only a few months into traveling that it must have something to do with his personal objective. He must miss having someone by his side.
Although Paimon fills in the slot as his companion, it’s quick to be deduced that Aether still misses the presence of someone he’s close with.
When you bring this up to him with a permitted query as to why he feels cozy at your side, he sighs with a smile. “You feel like home.”
Ah. Home. He isn’t one of this world, after all—he must be used to the embrace of the sky, a place you call home, so naturally, your very being will carry its traces.
This conversation comes back around when he returns to Inazuma with you, the look of his pleasant expression when he casts his gold eyes at the now peaceful firmament reminiscent of when he talked about how he could take flight once.
“I don’t know if I should even tell you this when you seem to know everything, but Inazuma once stormed for weeks on end. The sky was so dark the stars couldn’t be seen.”
He recalls as he leads you to the bridge connecting the lands with shell and pearl-like motifs. “Brightening up the constellations had been difficult.”
Oh, you remember that. Although Inazuma’s time of strict quarantine has been short, you were all too aware of how its storm blocked a clear view of the heavens.
Like how the Archon took the ambitions away, the seemingly endless squall forbade the gifted ones from lighting the stars in their constellations.
Not only was it a time of misery, but deep fear and reflection.
As someone from the stars, perception of human ambitions comes to you since it is innate. Anyone reigning from the skies will know.
Though unfortunately, you are the only one left to hold such wisdom over mortal dreams.
Aether stops at the end of the bridge that you both have just recently crossed, growing peculiarly morose at a nearby house in the area. His other traveling companion, who has appeared from a myriad of small constellations, pats his shoulder with a frown.
“Oh, it’s alright! The war has long since ended and Teppei passed on honorably—he wouldn’t want you to be so glum!”
Ah, so it’s a case of mourning. Your chest is pricked with familiarity. You can relate to that.
Your case, per se, is always one of lamentation.
Being reduced to someone with powers so minute, who can only offer amity with the guarantee of being forgotten once you have presented your aid… oh, the cycle is endless.
Just how many times have you appeared to new people while still aching from the memory of your previous companions? It is impossible to count.
And much more impossible to forget.
Before accompanying the Sixth Harbinger, you’ve been with several other companions from Archons to spirits themselves.
When Aether had taken you to his teapot—his current transportable refuge—there is an individual inside that is no mere stranger.
At least, to you.
But it isn’t the other way around. It never is.
The Windborne Bard, so woeful and counterfeit with his mirth centuries past is now someone who has learned to move on.
Seeing him smile in delight at the prospect of a visitor in the realm scalded your heart in burns and warm flutters.
“Who might this be, Traveler~?” of course he wouldn’t remember you.
But you had still hoped.
“.. [Name]..”
You glance at the Outlander whose voice has gotten soft. Vulnerable, even, like he’s weak and afraid of what he’s about to say.
You try not to look at him too much, try not to remember how he’s distinguished from the rest because it’ll make it difficult to part.
You’ll forget me, too, Traveler. The words die in your head.
“What is it?”
Even if they make an oath under the stars themselves to keep you in their heart as thanks, such a promise can’t ever be eternal.
Even if you cling to them, too, you no longer have the power to compel the skies to retain a fragment of you in your friends’ constellations.
So, like the ephemeral star you’ve been reduced to, their memories shared with you is as fleeting as it can be.
It has happened with Balladeer, for so long you tried holding on, but he himself eventually learned to let go. As you disappeared by daybreak’s arrival, he had gone. The astrolabe he had clung onto so desperately, then left behind.
Aether’s eyes are timid.
“Will you leave me, too?”
A conflicted look appears on Paimon’s face, who turns to you with a frown, the knowledge of how your amicable service as a companion still fresh.
You bite back the resigned laugh that’s about to spill.
Leave you? I should be the one to ask that. But you don’t—you never do.
Because even if they say they won’t, it doesn’t come true.
Not like you can blame them for it.
For an interim star like you—it’s inevitable to be forgotten when the right dawn comes up.
“I can assure you that I won’t,” you squeeze his other shoulder to firmly set your assurance before patting his back. “I’m here until it’s time for you to go home with your sister.”
He smiles at this, thinking, right, the promise.
When he queried you about the whereabouts of his sibling, you’ve been honest. Lumine is deep within the abyssal stars.
You offered to take him there and although Aether dwelled over seeing his twin again, he refused after recalling what she mentioned about him traveling Teyvat.
“So what are we here for, Hero of Inazuma?”
He blinks out of his stupor, a sheepish look on his face as he tells you not to call him that. Sometimes you think that he’s too humble for his own good.
“I’m here on invitation. Kokomi has invited me, Kazuha, and the Kamisato over for a leisurely talk and in celebration over the success months ago.”
“Ooooh, Paimon’s excited! This has been delayed for too long! [Name] would love it there, won’t you, [Name]?” the little girl hums with a beaming grin, a stark opposite to Aether’s worried one.
You pass him a look and a shrug.
He knows that you’re not quite up for being with a lot of people at once—not when you admitted to preferring being amiable to a few people. It’s easier to fall back asleep without having to worry about those you’ve come to know.
It’s just a little disheartening that he knows you’re not going to join them in the teahouse when you just spoke about not leaving him.
That explains his dispirited silence.
“Don’t worry,” you ruffle his hair and laugh when he brushes your hand off with pink cheeks. “I’ll be there waiting before you know it.”
“You better be!” Paimon frowns.
Aether’s grasp lingers on your wrist—and for a second you think he won’t let go until the Divine Priestess and the ronin wanders out of the Sangonomiya Shrine.
He drops his hold, looking at you with a nod—a momentary goodbye—before jogging towards the pair who is already waving him over.
You stay behind after seeing the ronin, spotting a collection of faint stars tailing him behind. He doesn’t seem aware of it. When his ruby eyes meet you, you simply smile and he nods in courtesy before turning away, heading back to the shrine with the Traveler and the Priestess.
When they are out of sight, you step towards the residue of the stars, gathering them in your hand before allowing bits of your small power to allow it to take form.
The figure that takes shape afterward isn’t surprising.
The stars have graced you all about the horrors in Inazuma.
“I can give you back your peace, your dwelling place in the sky,” you say to the violet-eyed man who stares at his hands as if he’s surprised that he’s still able to take form.
By his stare towards the direction where the Traveler and his friends have gone to, however…
“Although I take it you’d like to stay here for a while. Watch over your ronin friend, hm?”
He smiles at you, nodding.
You can only sigh—not one out of annoyance, but more of pleasantries. Occurrences such as these—someone from the stars returning to the surface—isn’t rare. Oftentimes, when they come across your astrolabe, you’d join them for a little while.
“Thank you,” he says after you make the move to disappear, “This means a lot to me.”
You vanish with a smile on your face.
Nice to see you looking after your friend, Tomo.
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You remember when you first lost the majority of your powers.
After crafting the astrolabe, it has landed from the heavens in the form of a falling star.
When you came to, you were in the waters of Fontaine. You have spent a good amount of time in that nation before the currents carried the star-taker to Sumeru, where you were in the company of a woman with a flaming heart.
Upon helping her come to terms with her decision—thus being forgotten—the astrolabe has been shipped off to Mondstadt, where you spent most of your time with Barbatos. Afterward, meeting the child vessel of the Electro Archon when the astrolabe has been added in the cargo en route to Inazuma.
It has been decades since you last saw this place. Even if you are in no way a mortal, going in repetitive slumbers makes it feel like you’ve missed thousands of years.
The roots of the Sacred Sakura have been newly cleansed, you realize, as you step on the lush grass illuminated with violets and pinks.
Electro crystalflies come to flock at your side as you trudge deeper beneath Mount Yougou, feeling the wayward memoirs of a friend long gone.
You expect to find temporary solitude by the roots of the Sacred Sakura, for its power is reminiscent of the stars’ comfort. The roots appear to be reinforced with Electro, which is strange since you swear it isn’t like this the last time you saw it.
So, when you trudge closer with the crystalflies being your source of light, to the curled roots, you did not expect someone to be taking refuge by it.
Well, if you can call zipping the tree roots with lightning as ‘taking shelter’.
Ever the destructive person. You purse your lips as the figure turns around upon sensing your entrance. You never changed that side of yours…
“Oh? I didn’t expect someone to be down here. At such a time, too! Are you lost, perhaps?” his smile hasn’t even changed.
You take a deep breath.
… Balladeer.
Why are you here? You’ve known all about him. I thought your business in Inazuma is finished.
The stars have told you of his triumphant claiming of the Electro Archon’s Gnosis. As far as you know, Harbingers are required to return to Snezhnaya when they succeed in their mission.
“I’m not lost.”
He blinks, swaying to and fro, acting innocently as if he’ll be able to fool you. “So, is it safe to assume that you were sent by the shrine maidens to check up on the Tree’s roots?”
Why haven’t you returned, Bal? You stare at him, unblinking and unresponsive. You couldn’t have possibly gone rogue, right? Not after what you’ve gone through to form a relationship with your troops.
Heavens foretold—no, they spoke that he’s been rather cordial with the rest of the Fatui and even to his fellow Harbingers.
He has integrated himself well in the ranks, so why is he here, going against an order from the Tsaritsa herself?
It’s only been months…
Almost a year, give or take.
You walk to him, confident in your steps when he doesn’t shy away. His face looks terribly kind, but he still is a Harbinger.
Aether told you about how much of a menace the Sixth was, how two-faced he is and how the blond almost died in his hands if not for Yae Miko.
“You can say that—but if anything, I’m a mere passerby.”
He lowers his guard. “Just a passerby, hm.”
Perhaps it is better this way—that he doesn’t remember you—he always takes advantage of people who don’t know his true identity and rank in the Fatui. In a sense that he’s more cooperative, inquisitive, and a little open.
He’s always had this mindset that it’s better venting off to strangers than to those who know him on a personal basis.
Not once did you think that you will be doing the same thing.
Careful not to let your natural trail of stars capture his attention, you lounge by the curled roots, feeling the vestiges of Electro at the wooden surface.
“So, are you willing to tell a passerby why you’re so fascinated by that chess piece?” the quick furrow of his eyebrows at the mention of the Gnosis has him looking at you in suspicion.
“You’re a Vision holder too. Don’t tell me you plan on wrecking Inazuma starting from the Sakura Tree.”
Ironic. He follows along with your laugh, completely oblivious that you know everything about how he and a fellow Harbinger have been sent to benefit from Inazuma’s prior disunity.
Scaramouche sighs, beginning to pace around whilst playing with the chess piece in his fingers. His face is contorting with contemplation, most likely mulling whether he should tell a ‘passerby’ his vents.
And he does, when he deduces that you aren’t hostile.
Just a civilian.
Just someone he has no relation to.
“I’m far from home right now,” he starts, leaning onto the enormous roots nearby.
You do not miss how he referred to Snezhnaya, or perhaps the Fatui itself, as ‘home’. It almost brings a smile to your face, but there is the likeliness that he’ll find you even more suspicious for smiling at upsetting news.
“I’ve.. sent in a letter regarding my delay, but I will return, eventually. There is just something with this place that gets me nostalgic.”
Oh? He’s also wording things accordingly. Switching ‘report’ for ‘letter’.
A chuckle leaves you. “With the way you phrase things, you’re speaking as if you’re way older than you seem to be.”
That has him chucking out a laugh of his own.
“No comment.”
He can’t fool you.
A vessel like him… it’s phenomenal that Ei has been able to give him a life similar to an immortal. Oh, but then again, she had been searching for a way to eternalize her country.
The Electro-user tips his head down, the violet chess piece dazzling with heavenly sparks in his hold. The way how his features form this look of confusion doesn’t go past your eyes. It almost… almost seems like he’s confused.
“Will you be telling me why you decided to do stay here for a while? Inazuma has lifted its strict quarantine if I remember.”
He throws the piece up in the air.
“I told you, didn’t I? This place makes me nostalgic.”
Catching it once more in his grasp, you realize how his hands shake a little when he makes contact with the Gnosis. You wonder why.
He rolls it between his fingers with adept skill, turning to you with an unreadable look on his face.
With pursed lips, he sighs, glancing at the piece once more before finally allowing the mysterious emotion be unraveled.
Oh.. you know that look anywhere. But why?
“You don’t have to say it if—”
Why does he look sad?
“No, no. Getting it out of my system feels much better, besides, it’s not like I’ll be meeting you again. Why not make this encounter unique?”
The Harbinger clears his throat, keeping the Gnosis close. By how he’s acting, keeping it out of his hold is out of the question.
For what reason is he so attached to it other than the possibility that he’s aware of the fact that he’s created to be its eventual holder.. ?
He steps towards you, aligning it by your sight.
You’ve never seen a Gnosis up close but it looks marvelous.
You’ve heard from Aether that Barbatos’ piece carried the feel of a thousand winds, gentle and turbulent depending on its holder. Morax’s gave a feeling of stalwart fealty, bearing a firm clasp.
But Beelzebub’s—and Baal’s—is different.
Their Gnosis is almost a literal exhibit of the nightly firmament. The more you stare at it in its gold casing, the more you notice how the gold scintillates like the stars. The very piece conveys the celestial sky.
Just being near it envelops you in the feeling of home.
Is that why he keeps staring at it?
“A long time ago, I’ve unraveled the truth of the sky,” the item disappears from your sight, flicking back in the grasp of the Harbinger.
“But when a fox envoy gave me this, that very moment it felt like I was turning my back on something by stating how counterfeit the stars are.”
Your eyes widen. What?
Scaramouche pivots, his back turned your way. “I can’t explain it—but there is something.. something with this object that reminds me of..”
Was he actually remembering your presence? But how could that be—when Barbatos himself, who was an Archon, couldn’t even recall a single detail of you?
“… I can’t say, it’s muddled. But I know what I’m feeling,” the Harbinger shakes his head in what you can make out is defeat before staring longingly at the item in his hand, falling into silence.
He only makes it out of his stupor when he realizes that he’s not alone in the place and he was in fact, venting to a complete stranger.
Turning back to you with a tip of his hat, he laughs, though you note it as dull. Like it’s only a way to keep up his nice front.
“I have to give this up eventually,” he shows you the chess piece again, “But I don’t want to. Not yet, because when I do, it feels like I’m going to miss something that I can’t take back. Ever.”
If he realizes the frown on your face, he doesn’t say a thing about it—which is surprising, since Bal hated pity.
It struck you with awe that he knows for a fact that he had forgotten something but for some reason, can’t find the means to bring it back.
It takes you all of your willpower not to hold him close like you did all those years ago. You can tell that he’s confused, lost, and maybe even unhappy. The sight knocks in your innate urge to comfort him, but you don’t.
There is a reason why they all forget you.
It’s made to be that way.
If you were to be more selfish.
If you were to make him remember—if that’s even possible—you don’t know the consequences. It is a risk you’re not going to take lest the karma strikes him harder.
Standing with a hum to imply that you understand where he’s getting at, you stand at his side, relishing in the last few moments you’ll probably ever spend with him again.
You can feel the Outlander’s presence becoming clearer by the second.
“If I don’t know any better, it seems to me that you’re missing someone.” Your voice is tentative as you keep your eyes on his face, waiting for any reaction. “That is—if what you think you’re missing is a ‘someone.’”
And you do get a reaction.
A subtle rise of his eyebrows in thought, then he’s humming. The gleam in his eyes dulls by a smudge as he shrugs, not voicing out his thoughts.
Goodness, he looks so lost and dismayed you’re almost—ah, screw it.
It isn’t by any means what you do to console him back then, but you pat his shoulder in a gentle manner. Careful not to alert and give him a sign that you know him more than you let on.
For a moment, his eyes zap with displeasure but it quickly falls short and he opts to stammer his surprise, instead.
You don’t know if it’s because he finds your touch familiar or if it’s because he doesn’t want to accidentally show his true personality to a ‘stranger’.
“I’m sure that ‘someone’ will be grateful that you’re keeping them in your heart.”
Heart? Scaramouche wants to laugh at the [c]nette’s face. Grateful, even? Don’t make me laugh.
This girl doesn’t know a thing about who he truly is—doesn’t know that he can zap her with the most agonizing blaze of lightning for going as far as to touch him.
The flecks of violet are starting to link by his fingers, even, but he shuts it down after getting a good look at the female’s eyes.
[C]… he clicks his tongue. Those eyes of hers… they’re identical to the sky.
His gaze flitters by the arm that disappears by his back, the warmth of her hand.. ah, he feels… calm..?
By the despondence in those [c] optics…
He widens his eyes with a whisper of realization.
“You’re no mere passerby.”
Whoosh—SLAM!
“[Name]…!”
[Name]?
Scaramouche swivels on his feet, as quick as a flash the second he recognized that voice.
Standing from his position after a plunge, the Traveler’s stare grows firm at the appearance of him—a Fatui Harbinger.
“Aether,” the supposed vessel flounders in surprise when the [c]nette leaves his side to head to the blond. “You’re here.. I apologize I couldn’t be there when you’re done.”
They know each other. The fact brings a bitter taste to Balladeer’s tongue. He doesn’t like it.
Aether nods with a forgiving smile and the Harbinger ‘tsk’s aloud, not missing how his enemy is soft around the girl. “It’s alright,” the swordsman gives a look, “But we’re leaving, now.”
“I..” ‘[Name]’ glances back before swallowing.
“Alright—”
“You’re not going anywhere just yet.”
Scaramouche clenches his fist, sending a loom of lightning thundering from the spatial environment, throbbing with searing hot violets.
It strikes down to the place of the [c]nette, but the Traveler is swift, making quick use of his Anemo to propel them away from the zone with the girl in his protective touch.
The way ‘[Name]’ is staring at him—is it in fear? Sadness?—messes with his head.
The Harbinger hisses as he walks to them, his pace slow, watching as Mondstadt and Liyue’s—even Inazuma—Hero summons his sword, ignoring the way the girl is protesting.
“You,” Scaramouche addresses the latter. “Who are you?”
“She’s no one to you, Fatui.” Aether growls, wisps of cyanic wind beginning to swirl around him and his companion as if forming a barrier.
Laughing, Balladeer peers down, allowing his hat to hide the growing fury in his features.
He cannot explain the lividness brewing within, but it’s close to swarming him whole. It makes him feel weak, vulnerable that he’s feeling this way and for what—for a stranger whose name he knew only thanks to the meddling Traveler!
“That’s not for you to decide.”
His false front now thrown aside, he scoffs.
With adroitness, he curls his fingers, summoning an entanglement of lightning that flows from his arms to his hands. A bubbling energy more than prepared to shape itself into blades and spears is only a command away.
In response to the show of aggression, the blond grits his teeth, the turbulence of his winds increasing tenfold. It’s like he is one step closer to unleashing a storm—and it astounds the Harbinger.
The damned Traveler has grown weak when he infiltrated the dungeon months ago, so where is all this power coming from? Don’t tell me…
Scaramouche hisses. All this—to protect her?
“Aether, don’t. Please, let’s just leave, you can’t take him on like this.”
Infuriating—how infuriating… !
“Don’t. Not like this, wait—”
Die… !
Shouts and elements clash in unison—all at once. Gusts of razor-sharp wind are propelled unto him just as he launched dozens, maybe even hundreds, of spears crafted from his thundering fury.
It amasses in the middle with a ringing sound, cyan and violet mixing into one in a tempestuous thunderstorm.
Scaramouche can feel the wind cutting through his skin, slicing and dicing away and he bellows out loud, increasing the output of his lightning as the winds grow harsher.
And he’s winning—he knows he is.
Because as much as the Outlander has received a blessing from the Archon, he cannot stand against the Harbinger created in the likeness of one.
But then within the outburst of Anemo and Electro, he hears her.
“Stop it!!”
And then something’s coming onto his head a second later—a voice, a memory. And it causes him to let go of his control, abruptly stopping his attack and letting the Traveler gain the upper hand.
Scaramouche is unable to see the swipe of cyan heading to him, only reacting in shock when it phases through like a vengeful spirit.
He chokes out a garbled stammer of shock as his vision fills with white and he falls to the ground, the panicked voices paired with the Traveler’s hasty urges to escape fading in the background.
All for something else to surface.
In his momentary vision of white, dull colors of the evening, paired with indigo and [c], appears.
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“Stop it!”
[Name] hurried to the child’s side, taking him in her arms as she stepped back, glaring at the nobushi who paused from hitting the frail figure.
“What do you think you were doing? You could’ve killed him!”
“We weren’t meant to hurt anyone, lady, we were simply investigating upon orders of our Kairagi,” huffed one of the men, ignoring the way the indigo-haired boy sneered at him. “But this boy is a monster in the making. Ending him will be for the better. Now step aside.”
“No!”
In quick thinking, [Name] dropped to the ground, grabbing a handful of sand before throwing it in the bandits’ eyes before grabbing the boy’s wrist. “Let’s make a run for it, Bal.”
And they did.
They ran for so long, so far. It seemed like the sun had run along with them because, by the time they were out of Yashiori and had reached their makeshift sanctuary in the outskirts of Kannazuka, it was sundown.
The young—'newly made’—prototype was huffing when they stopped. Be it of annoyance or just plain exhaustion, the previous deity didn’t know. She didn’t know him too well yet.
“They were scumbags.” His manner of addressing spooked her.
He then stared up at the [c]-haired lady with gritted teeth and watery eyes. The suddenness of his waterworks rendered the girl speechless as the boy rubbed his eyes with a harsh grumble.
“They- they told me I was meant for nothing, that I would be discarded eventually like what happened in the first place.”
When Ei refused to kill him.
“Discarded. Like a tool. And you know what’s funny?” he glared, “When I returned t-to camp, you were nowhere to be found! I was alone ooking around but I couldn’t find you anywhere and I kept searching until I met those damned-“
He began thrashing when [Name] embraced him tightly, whispering her promises and explanation that she simply went out to search for boar meat and other ingredients to whip up his favorite meal. He had calmed a little, but he wasn’t stopping.
And [Name] could understand that.
Scaramouche was afraid of being left forgotten—to be known as nothing.
She understood it—more than anyone could.
“I’ve had one too many damning nightmares and-“ he hiccupped, “They were too real.. they were too real..”
A loving hand caressed his locks.
“I’m not going to leave you behind, Bal. Don’t worry.”
It’s going to be the other way around. The bitter thought was left in the girl’s head, but that was something to worry about when the time actually comes.
“I’m not going to forget you either. Do you remember what I told you about the stars?”
The violet-eyed vessel parted from the hug, refusing to look the lady in the eyes, instead choosing to glance at the evening sky. It now scintillated with constellations of various people, and sparkled with other stars of yore.
“That they would always be a witness to everyone’s story—meaning they would always be there for people?” he inquired.
[Name] smiled sweetly as she nodded, her hand cupping his cheek before she wiped the stray tear that escaped his eye.
Her touch was comforting. It wasn’t cold—like the other people who refused him.
“Well, that’s stupid. The stars are always gone in the morning.” He spat, flicking the hand away from his face.
“Were you implying that you will forget me, too? That you’ll be gone by daybreak?”
[Name]’s smile grew somber, her hands that had fallen onto the boys’ shoulder going loose, as if entertaining the idea of disappearance sucked the life out of her.
“The stars are always there even in the morning, Bal. They just do not shine as much since the sun is there, but when darkness comes, they shine the brightest.”
She sighed.
“So, I’m saying that at your darkest times, day or night, whether I’m needed by you or not… I will be there.” She laughed. “Always.”
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When he’s snapping out of that scene—a memory.. ?—he is taking a huge gasp of air, like he has just resurfaced from underwater.
It feels like his mind has caved right open and all of a sudden, he is aware of everything.
He’s on his back, staring at the only entrance towards the depths of Yougou, the gaping cavity providing him a pellucid, unobscured view of the night sky that is minutes away from dawn.
The stars. He can see them, still.
False stars.
“[Name]-! What’s wrong?!”
He has never sat so quickly until now, the call of that name stopping a heart he didn’t know beat with emotions he was taught of.
It begins to constrict, to pull and tug in painful ways he deemed impossible when he sees the same [Name] in his memories collapsing to her knees with a gasp.
The Traveler holds her up, his panic and concern are palpable.
Her form is fading in and out, leaving remnants of stars.
What’s wrong with you-? The Harbinger wishes to ask, but finds his throat swelling and his eyes burning. It’s a foreign sensation. He doesn’t know what’s happening.
Since when did you get weak, woman? Wh—
“You’ve been like this ever since we found you,” he hears Aether choke, “What’s wrong, [Name]? Is it because of that meteorite?”
Meteorite?
Is it the case of the sky being false? He didn’t say it out loud—but by the sharp intake of breath by the [c]nette, he goes still. No way.
No way.
“You’re dying—aren’t you?”
The way Aether has daggers in his eyes is surprising.
Scaramouche never thought he’d see such a look in the usually kind Traveler, but new things are discovered. If he’s going to be honest, he feels far from being intimidated.
He feels upset, dismayed, glum.
“You…” why is it getting harder to breathe the more he sees her so weak? “You are able to live thanks to the people’s beliefs of the heavens.. but they’re diminishing now.”
He’s no idiot. The times he practically preached about how the spurious sky probably weakened the girl, as well. He felt strangely sick.
All he knows—all he can remember—is that she’s affiliated with him at some point.
They’re still… strangers!
So why in the living hell is he hurting?
[C] eyes are looking at him with grief—with equal sadness as she’s picked up by the Traveler who is mumbling things about letting her sleep within the astrolabe for a while until she recovers.
Staring at them for longer makes his head hurt, for voices to ring in his ears.
“Be careful, Bal.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He groans, unable to stand properly without stumbling. Heavens, why does his heart so damn much…!? A defect—? No, that Archon deemed him successful.
“Wait, you—!” he demands just as he’s able to pick himself back up.
Don’t leave.
Aether gazes at him with the same iciness he’s been given in the delusion factory and for a split-second, the Harbinger felt what it’s like to be desperate. To be enraged. To be in actual pain.
“Do you promise to stay by my side until the end?”
“You swore not to leave..” the Harbinger manages to say after deep breaths. The foreign sentiments in him are making it difficult to clear his head that’s still running wild with voices.
“I promise.”
The Outlander gives an uncharacteristic sneer before turning his back, his form starting warp into space. He’s leaving. He’s leaving with her and he doesn’t know where they’ll be.
“Wait, I said wait, damn it-!”
A bunch of colors is beginning to decorate his sight, showing him a memory of dawn sometime ago when he is about to depart camp.
A fading figure of a [c]-eyed lady is at his back, rueful of accepting the end of her journey with him.
The same morning light is beginning to peer in from the sky, passing through the cavity to shed down upon the roots and he can feel his chest twisting.
It’s happening again. His consciousness seemed to break free from the obscurity, desperate to claw its way out further with the hope that he can remember her again.
But no one must go against written fate.
Something seems to keep him in place as he feels the burn in his eyes gets worse.
Waterworks begin to pool and stream unwillingly and oh, he can feel his consciousness—that part that’s aware that he’s missing someone, that someone being [Name], get lost.
Another haze is taking reigns in his mind, creating a fog that will make him forget the existence of the very companion he’s been with for plenty of years. The same existence that will weep and remember him, while he does not.
“Traveler—”
He’s biting his tongue, but another side in him is on its knees, begging them to stay so he can—he doesn’t know, try to set the girl’s appearance so he won’t ever forget again.
His eyes are spilling with tears and his throat is hurting, so unfit for a ruthless Harbinger, yet he’s crying, still.
When he left that morning—when he left the astrolabe behind. Is this how you felt?
“Traveler..—plea-“
Hopeless acceptance? Tell me.
Aether turns back, the emotion in his eyes now one of pity—but Scaramouche doesn’t look at him. He looks at her. Her limp hand that used to hold him close with a kind of love he can’t find from anyone else.
So close, so close and yet—
“She did promise not to leave,” the blond says, “You were the one who left.”
—Yet so impossibly far.
As if those are the words to trigger the rest of the universe to kick in and prevent an anomaly from becoming worse, the power in his legs returns.
Then he’s sprinting to them with a speed he doesn’t know he has and with an outstretched hand for the girl to take, he almost dives into their space.
And he does.
“Bal..” she whispers.
The warmth of her fingers, he’s able to feel.
Until he’s stumbling back to the ground.
“No..”
The body of both the Traveler and his dearly beloved companion, gone with only traces of stars left behind and the sunlight at their wake.
“No—no- no, no, damn it!”
Furious tears are streaming down his cheeks. He doesn’t know—he doesn’t know why he’s crying so much.
All he’s aware of is that [Name] is someone important, and how his feelings—that seemed to remember how they worked when she was around—are devastated.
He can’t recall much of who she is, but she’s someone close.
And something inside him doesn’t want to forget—doesn’t want to let go.
“[Name],” he chokes out after his head screamed for him to do something. Anything! To keep her memory alive. “[Name]. [Name].”
He digs his fingers onto the soil, not caring even if his nails are being scraped too far. What matters is that he’s writing down that name.
I can’t forget you. The voice in his mind cries. I can’t forget you again.
He feels the fear from long ago eat his chest as he pulls out the Electro Archon’s Gnosis, staring heavily at the violet hue and holding it close because finally—finally he has gotten an answer.
It felt like home.
It felt like [Name].
Stay with me.
And he clings, Celestias, he clings to that single name in his head and for a moment, he believes—he hopes that it will stick with him.
But then the sunlight shines upon him, and the gleam in his eyes is carried away by a mist.
I can’t forget yo—
Suddenly, his sobs cease, the desperate frown of his brows relax, and his tight clutch on the chess piece loosens.
Balladeer wipes the tears that fell from his eyes and wonders why he’s showing such an annoying emotion of sadness.
He wonders why he feels like he’s betrayed someone, wonders why his chest is so utterly hollow than ever.
When he glances at the Gnosis, he gets a feeling of familiarity.
When he looks past down, onto the soil where some letters are hastily written..
“[Name].. ?”
His tears begin falling more like they have a mind of their own and are mourning. And he lets them fall. Lets his chest be hollow because it feels like it’s the least he could do to honor something.
So there, the Sixth Harbinger kneels under the morning light of a new yet similar dawn.
He is weeping.
But he doesn’t know the reason why.
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a/n: aiya, scara.. if it helps.. MC is in good Aether's hands? :'D oh gosh i remember why i dont write lengthy ficlets in tumblr now- the drAFT IS LAGGING- also yes it is directly mentioned that Venti was once MC's companion, too! Maybe I should write it, as well? ;))
I'm planning to write something after my exams are finished but I don't know what to write yet, so *drumroll* here are the choices since I mostly do angst(I'm still putting angst in the choices just in case 😉)
I'll be making another poll for the characters after this one ends.
Please please do a part two on the story divine judgement! I am frothing and feral for the story and absolutely craving for more! I can definitely see the god reader punishing Barbatos by having him in their lap as well 👀
Sorry this took so long, I got a lot of things going rn hahaha. Anyways hope you like this!
Divine Judgement II
Warning/s: Smut, NSFW, Minors DNI
Character/s: Venti x Reader
Following the event that you pulled at the meeting, you've been flooded with gifts and invitations from Archons and Acolytes alike. One that stood out is your darling winged Archon, who even went so far as to enter your chamber secretly and wait till you were asleep so he could watch you freely.
You pondered for days on how to deal with Barbatos, confronting him head on is out of the question since he’ll only succumb to lying away with his sweet words.
A silent patter of sandaled feet can be heard from your balcony, his huge wings shadowing the room. He must’ve memorized your schedule since you falsely put that you’ll be checking a certain area at this time but you have other plans as you glamoured yourself to be invincible.
You watch as his head turn from side to side to look out for any signs of you or your handmaidens, after making sure that you’re not in the room he jumps to your bed giggling as the bed creaks under the weight. He sighs as he grinds against the blankets and rubs his head against the pillows in an attempt to scent it.
Frowning in frustration, you flick your hand, removing the glamour and catching the unsuspecting bard from further desecrating your bed.
Barbatos lets out a yelp, his eyes wide as he looks at your annoyed gaze.
“Pray tell Barbatos, what are you doing in my room?”
“Your Grace! I-I was just..”
“Rutting into my pillows like a dog in heat?”
His mouth opens and closes quickly, eyes looking anywhere but you as he panics to form any excuse.
“Stand up”
“Yes, your Grace”
His head bent down in shame as he follow you like a kicked puppy. You can’t help but feel that churn in your stomach at the sight.
“Sit”
Barbatos sat at the couch placed in your balcony, overlooking the vast sea and rolling hills of Teyvat. You stepped your heels between his thighs, your dress spilling to the side exposing your skin which the Archon can’t help but stare at.
You stare at the tent forming on his clothe, the little perv didn’t even bother to wear underwear underneath as his pink member peeks over the folds.
“Grind”
His head quickly snaps at you, unbelieving at the words he’s hearing. His heart thumps in excitement and joy that he’s sure you can see it through his struggling figure as he places his crotch over your foot.
He started slowly grinding, clinging unto your leg as he pleads for you to touch him more. Anything to satiate his thirst.
You cannot help but laugh at his pathetic state as you watch him lewdly grind your foot like a madman. This simply drives him more; your demeaning glare turns him on so hard that it hurts. As you tug his hair, he moans loudly, your grip burning his scalp in the most pleasurable ways. His eyes welled up with tears as he licked your thigh in rhythm with his grinding.
“Such a dirty dog you are Barbatos”
“Need you please, your Grace”
You slapped his face, the sound drowning the lewd sounds he’s making. Grabbing his cheeks, you forced him to look at you.
“After all that stunts you pulled, do you think you deserve a reward from me?”
“But I-”
“But what? Does that excuse you from sneaking into my room every night?”
“No…but he did that with you. Why does he get to touch you freely?! His stained hands shouldn’t be even near your presence let alone body! He does not deserve your attention your Grace!”
Pausing at his outburst, your gaze softened. You removed your heel and his hands that grips your leg tightly. The Anemo Archon whined at the lost warmth, his hands frantically reaches for you.
You sat beside him and pat your thighs in invitation for him to sit. His tear-stained face brightens as he wraps his legs around your waist. His face leans to your neck, peppering kisses to cover up his hiccups and sniffling.
Pitying the crying bard, you decided to forgive him. Besides how can you stay angry when he’s being cute and submissive like this.
You pat his back as a signal that you’re going to remove your dress, he leans back as he help you undress. His fingers linger at your soft breast before he grabs them more forcefully, pinching and rolling it over his thumbs as he looks at you expectantly. You moan softly as you thrust your hip, pulling him closer to kiss the sides of his eyes. You trail over his tears until you finally kiss him.
The Archon can only moan at your actions, his heart aching at how soft you’re treating him.
“Your Grace I-”’
“Shhh, let me handle it my dear Archon. Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Yes! Please please please please”
Once you stroke your palm across his throbbing cock, his mumbles become garbled.
He looks at you as you place his length against your core, shuddering at the sensation of being inside you. Once you moved to have him deeper inside you, he arches his back, screaming and crying your name.
He pulls your face to his and kisses you fiercely while he attempts to keep up with your pace.
His nails scratch your back as he jolts, his orgasm approaching in seconds.
He screams, his fluid flooding you within as he slumps against your body. As he calls for you, his arms embraces you tightly to him.
Your fingers touches the spot where his skin and wings meet, the muscles twitching unconsciously. You kissed his cheek before reaching for his hole, you’re far from finished after all.
Still finding the second name that I'm gonna pair with Kuni since I always write that nickname in my fics but every name that I see are so good and I can't put them all together 😭🥺
So I just want to ask yall what names you're gonna pick for Scaramouche? I'm indecisive if I'm going for a serious and meaningful one or just call him babyloves
Oh you don't take requests..this is embarrassing...hm oh well you can use my ask to whatever you want with it ig...
No worries it's ok. I'll get around to writing again after my exams and I'll make one for your request. Especially since it's an interesting take on scara and readers relationship😉
Synopsis: After the war, Nahida took you and Scaramouche in, providing a haven of peace and comfort until the inevitable came for you both.
Note: You all know the drill, I come bearing angst. Hope yall enjoy. No worries tis but a smidge of angst.
“Look Scaramouche, the sky is so blue today”
“I know, I can see that. I’m not blind”
“Why so grumpy today my Mouchie?”
“Stop calling me that! And get off my back”
“Fine”
You slide off his back and straighten out his hat, a ritual you never miss. Since he is not a member of the Fatui, Nahida advised he make an outfit change so you sewed him a new hat with hints and hues of blue to partner with his new vision.
“I’m off to see Nahida by the way so don’t wait for me when dinner comes. She wants me to train my skills in using anemo to lift things. Of course, it’s easy as a cake for me”
You can't help but smile at your lover's antics as he places his hands on his hips, his head angled in pride.
“Sure Mouchie, just stay safe, ok?”
He was going to say something about the nickname, but he changed his mind and just flicked your head.
“Yeah, yeah. See you later”
He waits at the door
“What are you standing there for?” you asked, another smile already forming in your face
“You’re not saying it”
“Saying what”
“Don’t make me spell it for you”
Eyes scolding your form but softens in helplessness at you all the same.
“Yeah, I’ll stop now”
Stopping in between giggles you walked towards him and pecked his cheek “I love you”
“Promise that you’ll take care of him for me?”
“I’ll take care of him like he’s my own (Y/n). Pinky promise”
Nahide extends her pinky to you, but you suddenly hug her instead. The young archon later returns the embrace.
“I have another request Nahida”
“(Y/n)! Stop please! Why are you doing this?”
Words barely pass through your consciousness; everything is a blur. You are consumed by fury and bloodlust. You concentrate your wrath, blindfolded, on demolishing another temple. Pure energy blades piercing the sky and slicing the building into pieces. The screaming that follows just fuels your desire to continue killing and destroying.
The traveler can only lessen the destruction you wreak; portals are opening everywhere as it births waves after waves of monsters. Almost all of Sumeru's finest are fighting, yet the battle isn't ending, the corruption building within you feeding and magnifying your power.
“Please (Y/n)”
Scaramouche deflects your attack as he steps closer toward you. The trees and grass around you have long died and withered, the corruption creeping out of your body and onto every living being it can grasp onto. You faced the movement from the side, your movement stiff but quick, as if controlled by strings.
Your weapon materialized in your hand, and you swing it at his neck.
Scaramouche was only seconds away from death as he parried your attack. The fight like a dance of blood and blades, death and destruction linger around you.
"We can still cure you (Y/n), so please come back."
As your body shudders, he grips your hand, blade clattering to the ground. The corruption is weakening your body; blood is leaking from your eyes and ears. And then, for a brief moment of clarity, you saw Scaramouche in front of you, his body strewn with cuts and bruises.
“Scara”
“(Y/n)! you’re back”
He hugged you closer to him, wiping the blood in your face. Relief washes over him as you say his name once more.
“You have to go”
“No, I won’t leave you. Tighnari is close by, he can cure you so let’s-”
“Please”
Scaramouche only hugs you tighter in response, you pushed him away as the corruption seeps into him.
“Please” you say again but this time you’re talking to the person behind him.
Nahida can only nod, wiping away her tears as she clasps her hand together, murmuring a prayer. Blinding light floods the place, traces of dendro clears any signs of corruption. You sighed as her power envelops you, finally cutting the strings.
“Look Scaramouche" you whispered "the sky is so blue today”
“(Y/n)?”
And then silence.
He stills, his breath strained as you slumped over him. Lifeless.
“No! no no no no”
“Don’t die please, not like this (Y/n)”
“Don’t leave me, not you too please”
“Wake up…..(Y/n) I said wake up”
The light in your eyes flickered and dimmed as it reflects the sky above.
“I love you” He whispers into your ear, his voice breaking at the last word.
“I can’t- I please, I can’t say goodbye”
He reached out and gently touched your face, kissing your forehead as he whispered every word of his vows to you.
“I have another request Nahida”
“I’m sorry for putting this on you Nahida but when the time comes that I’ll hurt everybody, hurt him. I need you to end me”
“And someday, when the fates graces us with their kindness. I hope that I’ll meet all of you again”
Is he close to kissing us or smacking us? It's like a scene in kdramas lmao. Hyv be serving us🤭😌
Spoilers utc
Now that I have your attention, Haypasia is not the other woman. Hyv just needs one character to represent all of us. Yes I deluded myself with this 😭😩🥺
