uhh i am so so sorry about the long hiatus !! but iโm back and requests are currently open so if thereโs anything u want to see then come on into the ask box we are waiting for u :))
today i thought to myself man iโd love to see a fic of scaramouche as kunikuzushi ,,, if only someone could write one. and then i remember iโm a writer. if i want a fic like that I COULD LITERALLY WRITE ONE
scenario: kazuha takes you to the lake for a romantic getaway, and he finds himself reminiscing of days long goneโฆah, but youโre here with him, and thatโs the only blessing he really needs, isnโt it?
genre: fluff, kazuha misses his friend but he loves u a lot !! + kazuha with messy hair hdbnd
request: KAZUHA AND HIS S/O SWIMMIGN TOGTHER IN A LAKE <\\3 SO ROMANTIC
a/n: SO TRUE ANON!! man,,,no ones doing it like kazuha,,,sexy and romantic? ๐โโ๏ธ
he woke you up that morning with a soft grin, telling you he had great plans for the day ahead. you had only just woken up, and already the words that fell upon your ears were nothing short of adoration, along with him trying his best to convince you to agree.
his efforts were in vain, because you wouldโve followed him anywhere without hesitation. after getting dressed and grabbing your things, he took you by the hand and the two of you made your way out of the harbor. the crux was temporarily docked there while beidou visited ningguang (which the crew knew could take days, as it was painfully obvious they were more than just business partners).
โkazuha, where are you taking me?โ you asked him after a while. you had thought he was planning on going to guyun stone forest again, as the shores of his homeland, inazuma, weโre faintly visible from there. he loved telling you stories about the land of his birth, and always said heโd take you there someday.
โdonโt fret, y/n, itโs just a different route this time,โ he assured you. however, the farther you got from the coast, the more you realized he had a different location in mind. before you could joke about how heโd tricked you, the two of you stood on a cliff overlooking luhua pool.
he offered to carry your bag and set it down in the sand. โdarling, come here,โ he called. you went over to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you gazed at the crystal blue waters in front of you. the weather was rather nice that day, and he was ecstatic to have you here with him.
after enjoying the scenery for a while, he once more took you by the hand, with his eyes only on you and nowhere else. โyou want to go in?โ you have to admit, the water was gorgeous, and it had been getting a bit hot, as if the sun itself would concede to his wishes. โbut iโm just in my clothes, i donโt..โ he pulled you closer to the water, slightly chuckling at your protests.
โrelax, dearest. thereโs no harm in getting your clothes wet, is there? itโs hot enough outside that just setting them on the deck will dry them by tomorrow.โ you canโt help but agree with him, especially when he looks at you like that. โalright, but if my clothes get ruined, itโs on you.โ you tell him. his eyes light up at your words, and the two of you head closer to the water.
โof course, iโll take full responsibility.โ he replies, and as he steps further into the lake, you follow after him. you move your foot forwards, not realizing how deep the water is, and before you can stop yourself, are falling headfirst into the lake. your hair, along with all of your clothes, are now soaked. to your surprise (and slight annoyance), kazuha lifts you up with one hand, his hands steadying you.
โbe careful, y/n. we donโt want you drowning, now do we?โ you are slightly miffed that he didnโt help you earlier (because from past experience you know he was fully capable of stopping you from falling) and in retaliation you lean down into the water, as if to look for something. he notices, and turns towards you. โis something the matter?โ
โyeah, iโm looking for my bracelet, it fell off in the water.โ at this, he also leans down beside you, unaware that the bracelet you speak of is actually in your bag, which he was carrying earlier. as soon as his face nears the water, you push him down, his surprise evident as he lets out a yelp of surprise. you laugh at his struggle, as for once, the man who is always ever so eloquent and full of nothing but the most elegant of words is startled.
his head rises above the water with a tired smile on his face. โi suppose i shouldโve expected that, hm?โ his hair is wet, and has gotten messy from the sudden submersion into the lake. despite it being a prank of yours, you canโt help but think he looks even prettier this way. you help him up, continuing to laugh as you do so.
"sorry," you say between giggles. he continues to grin, pausing to add, "you didn't actually lose the bracelet, did you?" the bracelet was a gift from him to you for one of your anniversaries. "of course not, kaz. i'd never lose it."
he smiles at you and turns his gaze to the water. it wasn't long ago he was standing here with tomo... hoping to himself that things would forever stay that way. moments like these are when he truly understands the shogun's desire for 'eternity'. for the time we spend with our loved ones to last forever, and for the emotions and feelings we hold dearly to never end.
"kazuha, are you okay?" you've moved towards him, your hand on his shoulder. he falters a bit. "ah...yes, darling, don't worry. just lost in a thought, that's all." the smile you give at his words is everything to him, even if you don't know it. "thank you for bringing me here, kazuha. i know it's an important place to you."
so you'd known what he was feeling the whole time? he'd always said you understood him like no one else did, but apparently even he didn't know to what extent. he feels so comforted in your presence, like he doesn't have to say anything to convey his feelings. you just know, and vice versa.
he's never felt more grateful to have someone like you by his side. maybe, even though tomo is long gone, his friend had done him one final favor and pushed you in his direction. because to be in love with a person as amazing as you, kazuha believes there's got to be some other force of nature at work.
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON </3 I MEANT TO RELEASE IT EARLIER I SWEAR. there goes kit again with her wack post schedule. BUT 2.1 IS OUT!! AND SCARAMOUCHE APPEARED!! FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!! all jokes aside IM SO HAPPY HE FINALLY SHOWED UP. LIKE....GENUINELY WHEN I WAS PLAYING THE UPDATE AND I SAW HIM I WAS VERY VERY SATISFIED 10/10 !! i also learned the way i portray him might be completely ooc...which is fine its fine im fine- but i think i will be posting more scara content (whos surprised) just to celebrate plus i also wanted to get this one out before another day goes by where i forget, thank u for reading !! <33
additional notes: requested by an anon ! thank you for requesting โก i legitimately had to read scara fics just to grasp his personality which is embarrassing but uh yeah ! just a fair warning (before you dive in) that this might be ooc. the reader is also described as wearing makeup in this
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hovering inches away, you peer at your boyfriend's face, your breath rousing strands of his indigo hair into motion. scaramouche has been sleeping for hours, you muse. utterly bored, you ponder for a few seconds before choosing to poke him in the ribs.
treading in dangerous territory, you'd say, but you're desperate to do something other than pretending that you're able to nap in broad daylight. although you don't doubt that scaramouche works hard to please the tsaritsa and deserves to rest, he's finally gotten a precious day off and you don't intend to waste it by lazing around like this.
you snicker quietly, entertained as you watch scaramouche squirm away from you in his slumber as you continue to prod him in his side. he's prettier when he doesn't open his mouth, you decide, a smile creeping onto your face as you shamelessly admire him for a bit. soon, you tire of your little game and get impatient, putting all your strength into delivering a jab to his stomach.
before you can blink, scaramouche jolts awake, hissing a string of profanity. however, he doesn't realize that you're sitting rather close, and knocks his forehead against yours when he sits up.
yelping, you flinch back, hands instinctively lifting to rub the sore spot as tears spring to your eyes from the sharp pain. scaramouche's eyes widen, before he's sliding over to cup your face in his palms, his touch a juxtaposition to his rough nature as he brushes away the tears that remain.
"you're an idiot." he mutters, easing away to massage his forehead as he eyes you. you beam at him, but then your gaze falls to the faint dark smudges on his fingertips.
"you ruined my eyeliner." you whine, dramatically falling back onto the pillows in a "woe is me" manner.
scaramouche scoffs, but leans forward and swipes his thumb across your eyelids, attempting to make it better but failing sorely as more pigment comes off.
"you just made it worse!" you gasp, shoving him away before he can do more damage. he rolls his eyes before getting up, smoothing his rumpled clothing.
"where are you going, mister?" you scowl, watching as scaramouche swings his legs over to the other side of the bed.
"away from you." he answers curtly, pausing to stretch his back, groaning softly in satisfaction when his joints pop. you pout before latching on to him like a koala, making him twist to glower at you.
"could you redo my eyeliner for me, scara? please?"
when he doesn't immediately respond, you pull your best impression of puppy-dog eyes on him. scaramouche glares but he falters as he assesses the situation, contemplating.
"c'mon, please? i need your elite skills." you implore, trying to encourage him by feeding into his ego. you weren't lying; you were envious of how effortlessly neat and symmetrical his eyeliner was every day. besides, scaramouche should consider it as redeeming his crime of wrecking your eyeliner, though you're wise enough to keep that to yourself.
"fine. you better hurry up or i won't do it for you."
you're lucky you're cute, he thinks, as he watches you instantaneously brighten before dashing out of the room to gather the necessities.
"i'm back." you announce, flopping back down on the bed so hastily that the mattress sinks abruptly under your weight, and scaramouche bites back the urge to curse at you.
you watch as he picks up the pen before placing it between his lips to remove the cap. popping the lid off, he tosses it aside where it promptly vanishes amongst the messy sheets.
you recline against the headboard, adjusting your position so scaramouche can have better access. he releases an exasperated sigh before clambering on top of you so he straddles your thighs.
"hold still." he warns gruffly, gripping your jaw firmly in one hand to tilt it slightly upward. you hum in response before casting your gaze downwards.
scaramouche meticulously draws a line before connecting and thickening it, and you hold your breath, careful to not jostle him. you feel him move on to the other eye before he leans back and you look up, blinking a couple of times.
folding his arms across his chest, he smirks smugly, looking quite proud of his handiwork as he gives you a once-over. "not bad."
you pick up the mirror you brought and scrutinize yourself. "you do have remarkable skills." you acknowledge grudgingly, noting the clean lines. "thank you, scara!" you coo, putting down the mirror to squeeze his face before brushing his bangs off his forehead to kiss it.
"don't bother me about it again, this is the one and only time." contradicting his harsh words, scaramouche's stare softens almost imperceptibly from your affection and the genuine joy that radiates from you.
"all bark, no bite!" you sing, grinning widely. he gives you a dirty look but before he can withdraw from your reach, you sling your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to nestle against his shoulder.
scaramouche snorts, but rests his palm against your back to hold you against him. you truly were lucky he loved you, but he would rather die than admit it, and if you were to try and pester him about it, all you'd get is denial.
scaramouche had initially believed love to be dumb, and that only the most foolish would allow themself to swerve off the path of ambition. on numerous occasions, he had denied himself the opportunity to explore the concept by devoting his mind, body and soul to her majesty.
you'd be mistaken if he still didn't hold the same belief, yet in tender moments like this.....he allows a small, fond smile to play on his face, his other hand inching up to press against your head, preventing you from seeing it.
there might be a day where he breaks your heart, or god forbid, you break his, but perhaps love inevitably still has a hold over him. after all, even the most powerful warriors and deities fell prey to eros and his arrows.
scaramouche can finally envision a future where he can rewrite his path and discover an alternate ending to his story. perhaps one of whispered sweet nothings and aureate sunshine, but most importantly, one with you.
all works featuring inazuma characters can be found here.
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scaramouche
when they're feeling soft
sweet indignation
fatal mistake
possessive endearment
thantophobia
dubitation
kazuha
cascading winds
baal
kokomi
ayaka
tohma
yoimiya
any characters not seen on the masterlist (except sayu, i donโt write for sayu, qiqi, diona, or klee) will be added if/when i write something for them.
