puppet’s beloved
part one of ‘the cat puppet and bunny doll’ series
💌 pairing :: harbinger!scaramouche x doll!reader
🌌 content (+warning) :: fem-leaning reader, dacryphilia, a bit of sadism, suggestive themes, reader slightly written as ‘damsel in distress’, unhealthy & developing relationship and characters, jealous & possessive scara, petnames
📝 synopsis :: In which, you are Dottore’s creation and his thoughtful gift to Scaramouche
✒️ word count :: 2,074
🐰 author notes :: first time writing after a long time and first time posting on tumblr ! apologies for any mistakes (english isn’t my first language) also cross-posted on ao3
Marks adorning your perfect skin, turning your neck into tiny galaxies, just a little reminder from his divine lips. Where would you be without him? He was the one who took you in when no one else wanted you. Be grateful, he would say. Shouldn’t you see him as your personal God? No one else gets such kind treatment from him. The sixth was not one to be known for kindness. A cold empty vessel with no heart, or at least that is what everyone thought and he himself believed.
“Are you going to talk or still playing dumb?” he asks as he moves his head back from your neck, admiring your beauty. He scoffed at the sight of you below him, finding your expression amusing. Puffy eyes filled with tears, lips quivering, and that cute blush on your cheeks. His poor little angel.
“So fragile. I have to be more careful to not break my doll, hm?” he coos, sickeningly sweet. He kisses your dampened cheeks lightly, a salty liquid meeting his lips. He licks his lips, savouring the taste of your distress.
One of his hands wandered to your wrist, caressing it and carefully moving it up right next to your head. His touch; gentle, yet he was sharp as a knife.
“Kuni-“ you try to speak but he doesn’t give you any space. How hypocritical, didn’t he just tell you to talk? But you shouldn’t expect Kunikuzushi to be reasonable in this situation. In his mind, an alarm goes off everytime he is close to losing.
“Nevermind. I don’t want to hear anything coming from that traitorous mouth of yours.” he shushes you, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He did not want to listen to whatever pathetic excuse you would come up with. No amount of apologies could make your behaviour right in his eyes.
“Do I not give my pretty dolly enough attention that you have to resort to speaking to that insolent brat?” he asks, whatever calmness he had left was gone for that moment. A blend of anger and boredom painted on his face.
Insolent brat was no other than the eleventh. Pesky little bug circling like a shark around his precious darling. He did not like having others around what he deemed his belongings. Especially someone foolish like Ajax. Everyone in Fatui knew you were his, he made that painfully obvious. The possibility of him of all people stealing you was somewhat laughable to Kunikuzushi, but not impossible with the way you were so naive. There was no doubt about your stupidity, you were clinging to someone like Kunikuzushi after all. If you were smart you would have at least tried to leave him, not that he would let you. Harbingers weren’t the nicest and had their methods of making sure things went their way. He was no exception.
“I didn’t-“ second time you were interrupted, a spark of electricity coursing through the wrist he held with a gentle touch before, you winced. Not being able to explain yourself only served to frustrate you more, whining at your beloved, both from frustration and the pain. A dark chuckle escaped past his lips, his eyes sparkling. He found a twisted enjoyment in this.
“That idiot is only after one thing, and it’s only to use you for his own fun. I, on the other hand, care about you.“ he says, once again appearing calm as he starts to leave soft kisses on the wrist he just shocked, “I know you are not that stupid to get swayed by his ‘charisma’, right?“
Sarcasm laced in his tone as he mentioned Ajax’s supposed charisma.
“You need to understand how lucky you are to have me. No one else would care about a piece of fake flesh.“ His words slightly wounded your feelings.
Being a doll created with no purpose by Dottore, you were only a stepping tool to better understand artificial life for the doctor, to work on his other projects. Once useless, you were casted away by your creator. It shouldn’t, but it made Kunikuzushi feel something in his deepest core, which was frankly bothersome for him. He shouldn’t have cared, really. He stopped caring about anyone a long time ago. But your pitiful expression tugged at his heart strings that day and he took you as a ‘gift’ from the doctor. Perhaps he should have kept himself more in check.
“I see you as something much more, you know?“ he whispers to you, “Humans can’t be trusted.”
You knew of his hatred towards humans. He made his distaste quite obvious, always complaining about everyone around him. Did he even like anyone? You weren’t sure. But at least he liked you, right?
“I know-“ you try once more with him, your tone whiny but before you could say whatever was on your mind, he silences you again. This time with his lips on yours.
You pathetically melted against him. His kiss was almost impulsive, hungry, raw, like he hasn’t eaten in years. He doesn’t need to. He is above mortal needs. Despite how desperate his craving for you was and the fact he was the sixth, it was still too tender, as if he was afraid to break you.
Breathing not being one of his necessities made intimacy with him last until he had enough of your sweet taste. Sometimes, he never got satisfied enough. A few moments pass, your mind already fuzzy as your thoughts are filled with him. With the taste of his lips on yours, his soothing warmness, that was perhaps only soothing to your innocent adoring judgement you had towards him. At its purest form, his attachment to you was rotten with the sinful desire of a power, mixed with an unbecoming need of devotion, led by the fear of loss of something so precious. He wanted to climb into you, into the warmth you so happily give him, devour you fully, until there is nothing left to take. Until the last crumb of you is within him.
It did not matter, for as not everyone could understand, it was still pure.
Bitter yet sugary relish, his hands tightening around your wrists, squeezing at the same time as he deepens the kiss. A stinging subtle feeling of electricity sparking as he does so. It seems as if he was far away from letting you go. Afraid you’d disappear into thin air if he did. Betray him? He’d rather suffocate you. Hold you so tightly, you’d be left with claw marks all over if you dared to let him down. Luckily, you are the only one who can handle the heat.
When you least expect it, getting used to no oxygen but him, so lost, drowning in all the sharp saccharinity of his, he finally stops. Leaving your lips, still yearning. Only centimetres separating you now as he still hovers on top of you. He feels out of reach now.
“You don’t.” He replies simply with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher, his words creating a greater distance than it already was between the two of you. Disappointed and disinterested in whatever you wanted to say. Did he deem you too unintelligent to be on the same wavelength as him?
He was hiding something from you, he always did. He made it seem as if you wouldn’t get it. He didn’t want you to understand. No, he’d rather shelter you from the pain he had to bear. Humans would just infect you with all kinds of misfortune. He saved you. Yet, you choose to be ungrateful.
You pry into things that are none of your business, you follow danger like a lost little lamb. All you are doing is rendering his effort to protect you useless.
Your saviour, your personal God, you should listen to him. Dottore would throw you out like garbage. Would Ajax be there to save you? Take you in? No. Ajax is only after treasure. Kunikuzushi made you that precious treasure. Without him? Another uninteresting project of Dottore’s. You were much more valuable to Kunikuzushi than you could be to anyone else.
Kunikuzushi sighs, he was done with this nonsense. He was getting riled up over trivial matters again. Ajax was no threat, you worshipped Kunikuzushi with your whole heart. But still..
He stands up, leaving you on the cold bed.
“I’m going to Sumeru for a few days,” He says matter-of-factly, “during that you should perhaps think about your behaviour, hm?”
You want to protest. You didn’t do anything wrong, it wasn’t fair. He expected you to behave accordingly but his rules were obscure. You believed his behaviour was what humans would call jealousy.
“Why? Ajax was the one who was talking to me. I was just polite.” You finally defend yourself. About time you’ve grown some backbone.
Polite? You could’ve at least stopped giggling so warmly at his dull-witted jokes.
He laughs as if you said something idiotic, “this isn’t about Ajax. He is nothing but a fool.”
He seems more level-headed than a moment ago when he was marking you up. Some sort of clarity has hit him. Fixing up his clothes now, he doesn’t spare you a second glance.
“Is it not? Then what is it about?” You ask, genuinely curious of what was up with him. You were still trying to understand him despite knowing him your whole life.
He was your everything, from the moment you first saw him when Dottore introduced you to him. His newest work, inspired by the Khaenri'ah’s technology through studying The Balladeer himself.
Your eyes shined brightly when you first laid them upon him. You couldn’t figure out the expression on his face during your first meeting, probably the lack of knowledge you exhibited at the time.
He wasn’t human either, but he knew much more than you did. To you, he was the most fascinating thing in this whole world. There was something about him that kept pulling you to him. You wanted to be around him so badly, during the short time you were with Dottore, you annoyed him with your persisting questions about the Sixth Harbinger. Surprisingly, with gleeful expression, Dottore indulged you and answered at least some simple questions about Kunikuzushi to satisfy your curiosity.
He was just like you, but different.
“You’ll stay here for the time being. It’s not like you need food, water, or anything else like that, right?” He spoke in a low tone, staring you down with an almost neutral, apathetic expression, “you don’t need any of that anyway. You just need to use that little mechanical brain of yours. And think.”
“If you are even capable of that.” He sneers, “after all, you are the creation of Dottore’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if that psycho ended up making a faulty product.”
How mean. He’s known you for long enough to know you were perfectly fine. He even complimented you himself so many times, spoiling you on most days. Getting you the finest food in all of Teyvat, gathering to your interests, mostly letting you walk around free.
The pleasant praises that escaped past his lips every time he showed you his affection for you were absolute delight to your ears. Each word, filled with fondness enough to keep you in your own world of smitten thoughts about him for hours afterwards. His words were godly to you, much to his liking.
He didn’t want you to suffer for no reason. He reveled in your devotion. It fed his ego well, too. However, sometimes certain missteps from you couldn’t be ignored no matter how lovely you are to him.
Once he was finished with making himself look presentable enough, he took a few steps closer, hovering over the bed you were on. He leans towards you and gently presses his lips against your forehead, leaving a tender kiss behind him without any more words.
The door closes behind him with a faint sound of a locking door. You sigh and bounce back on the bed, pondering about what just transpired, your gaze shifting to a stuffed animal next to you. A bunny, Kunikuzushi said he thought of you the moment he saw it and had to give it to you.
Taking it into your arms, you snuggle into it for comfort. The little bunny might have been in your resemblance in his belief, but the scent invading your senses was, unmistakably, his.
