#kunikuzuchi x reader

[scarasun]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

{ pairing } scaramouche x gn!reader

{ genre } angst (no comfort)

{ genre } arguing, cursing, use of scara's real name, toxic-ish relationship

{ summary } the balladeer makes a grave mistake by chasing you from his heart.

{ a/n } i love scara so much i decided to put him on the angst train 😍 enjoy! i had so much fun writing this (although i cried for most of it). also, i used 'scaramouche' when talking about him and his outside life, while his real name is used in a more personal sense.

it was unlike scaramouche to yearn for the things of his past – a time where the very essence of his being was exposed, his heart bleeding with every sliver of hurt that pierced it. he was so painstakingly vulnerable for all those years; needless to say, it wasn’t a time he was very proud of. despite that, he had come a long way, from a lone wanderer to one of the most powerful fatui harbingers, and he would change very little about the way things are.

it was not like him at all to yearn for the things of his past, and yet here he was, the usually hard glint of his cobalt eyes softening as your gaze met his.

although a sizeable fraction of the fatui had showed up to the meeting that morning, it felt like only the two of you were in the room; so close, yet so far. a chill had descended upon the hall, reflecting the iciness in your eyes. they appeared so different from the way he remembered them, usually gleaming with joy and softness, and he felt his heart twist even more, the remnants of a recent night resurfacing in his mind.

you were standing at the entrance of kuni’s office, the dim candle light illuminating his figure at the corner of the room. he was hunched over some documents, his fingers caressing his chin as his eyes skimmed them.

“we need to talk,” you rasped, your words tumbling out of your mouth and landing at your feet.

he huffed, not even bothering to look up (the reaction you were expecting). 

“about what? make it quick, i need to get back to work.”

you knew kuni had his fair share of problems – as did everyone else. when you had welcomed him into your heart as your beloved, you had made sure to love every part of him, even his horrible temper. but with every step you took together in your relationship, he just seemed to be drifting further away from you, his heart becoming colder and colder as the days passed.

“we need to talk about us.”

kunikuzuchi knows his temperament is usually not the…best. it had never posed a problem, in fact, it only seemed to get him where he needed to be. nothing changed when he was with you. his tone often went unchecked, and your interactions usually ended with you walking away, while he resumed whatever it was he was doing.

it had never seemed to bother him before (and he often didn’t notice the way your conversations seemed clipped and tight), but something finally clicked for him that night. when you stepped out of his office, he had lost you for good.

he looked up from his file momentarily, his eyes rolling in annoyance. 

“don’t waste my time. what exactly are you talking about?” 

a sudden frustration clawed up your throat. how could he not see that the two of you were breaking apart? 

“i’m talking about this, scara! the way you talk to me like i’m nothing to you! how long do you think i’ll stay when you keep hurting me?” 

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your labored breathing the only sound in the still air. and yet, he didn’t even flinch, his attention seemingly still on the document he held in his hands.

“oh, for the love of the archons, y/n. you’re being so fucking childish. go then, your absence might very well make my life easier.”

kunikuzuchi didn’t regret the words as soon as he said them. he didn’t rush over when he heard you packing in the other room. he didn’t try to chase after you and apologize when he heard you slam the door on your way out. it wasn’t until he was tossing and turning in the early hours of the morning (your side of the bed empty), did he realize you were really and truly gone. you weren’t coming back, and it was his fault. 

now, as he allowed the full brunt of your gaze to pin him to his chair, he felt a wave of indescribable emotion wash over him, the pain stinging his eyes. he had spent many years despising the shogun for abandoning him, but was he any different? he was supposed to love and cherish you, but instead, he had turned a blind eye to your relationship, leaving you in the dark like he once was many years ago. 

your eyes flickered with disappointment and you heaved a sigh, finally turning away from him. just like that night, you had walked away, but he really couldn’t blame you. kunikuzuchi was nothing but a beautiful poison, destined to inflict suffering upon anyone who crossed paths with him.

[scarasun]

his cheeks, a rose.

a/n: literally wrote this at 2:24am 🥱 anyways reader is gn and some of it really isn't coherent but i ran with the concept anyways. enjoy!

hc that scaramouche is terribly, dreadfully pale. he has a hard time being out in the sun for too long (which is where his hat comes in handy) and it sours his temper tenfold. when you first meet him, it's slightly concerning how pale he is, but as your relationship develops, you realize that this quirk comes with an especially useful perk: catching a glimpse of his emotions when he's reluctant to let you into his heart.

(continued utc)

you first noticed it two months after you called your relationship official. scara wasn't a particularly touchy partner, nor did he try to woo you with flowery words, and he was often too busy to carry you on dates fatui harbinger things i guess

one morning, when you were kissing him goodbye, you reached up to squish his cheek (it was almost against your will - you had always been tempted to pinch his soft cheeks). he paused, his breath quivering slightly in shock, his eyes glazing over. honestly it kind of scared you, but not nearly as much when a quick, cherry blush spread from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

it scared you even more when he turned to the door and wordlessly marched out, his head apparently still stuck in the clouds. it was totally unlike him, but that wasn't your primary focus; it was the fact that scaramouche - the sixth of the formidable fatui harbingers, a man whose words were so grating that many had labelled him as 'heartless' - had blushed. and he looked terribly cute while doing so.

new objective: get your boyfriend to blush even more!

first strategy: call him endearing pet names every waking minute for the next few weeks.

"honey bunny, pass me the salt please!"

"sweetheart, i'm going to bed now."

"have an excellent day at work, darling!"

"..."

to you, it always struck you as odd that he would never have anything to say to your advances, preferring to put all his energy into hiding his rosy cheeks.

to him, it never gets old, your loving albeit cringy pet names eliciting the same reaction over and over again. he would turn his face away from you, aware that the only function of your ruse is to drive a reaction out of him, but not before you could catch a glimpse of the bright red blush at the tips of his ears.

the tables would soon turn though 👀

one night, you were going to bed, but not before passing by his office to give him a good night kiss. your hand gently resting on his shoulder, you leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before uttering a low 'i love you'.

the pen in his hand paused, ink pooling onto the alabaster paper.

"kuni? are you okay?"

he looked up at you then. the look in his eyes rivalled the shining of the stars in the sky, his purple irises gleaming with indescribable emotion. it startled you a little, and you moved to pull away - but he was quicker on the draw.

he snatched your wrist between his nimble fingers, his cool breath ghosting over your skin, before pressing a quick peck to the inside of your wrist.

your mind went into overdrive, and you realized grimly that for the first time in months, your roles were reversed, and you're the one flustered by him.

it seemed that he had come to the same conclusion, because a gentle yet teasing half-smile formed on his face as he gazed up at you. his fingers brushed your hair away from your cheeks, and he said softly:

(you're cursing him in your mind btw, but for the life of you, your mouth just can't seem to work.)

"i love you too, sweet pea."

has he been plotting this move ever since you started teasing him months ago?

[scarasun]

Husk of Opulent Dreams: Act I (Prelude) - An Unexpected Discovery

[SYNOPSIS - OF CHAPTER] ; Following a reported disturbance at Shakkei Pavilion, you expect to find a group of meddling Treasure Hoarders or hilichurls, not this...

[SYNOPSIS - SERIES] ; Your job as a deputy officer of the Inazuma Shogunate is nothing short of ordinary – you’ve been stationed to the west of Tatarasuna, with nothing to do except watch the time fly. This changes when you stumble upon a strange young man with mesmerizing violet eyes, forming a ripple in your unchanging reality. In the weeks that follow, you form a peculiar kind of friendship, and you bond over the fact that you both escaped from an inherently dark past - but fate is a cruel mistress. Unbeknownst to you and your companion, an even darker future awaits, one that will surely end in bloodshed and contempt.

[PAIRING] ; scaramouche x reader

[CHAPTER WORD COUNT] ; 484

[A/N] ; finally!!!! i've gotten around to posting the prologue thingy for this series (dw i'll post the actual chapter one in the near future). i actually wrote a lot of stuff, but then decided last minute to separate it into smaller chapters so it wouldn't be so daunting to read at the same time. anyways, enjoy the crumbs! the incoming chapter will be much longer!

series masterlist || act I scene I

A pair of violet eyes stares up at you, unblinking. 

Although your blade is drawn, your body positioned offensively, his gaze remains calm. A silent storm brews in his eyes, beautiful and unchanging, and it feels like time has stopped, the air going still.

You didn’t feel panicked – but you knew you were supposed to be. Against your better judgment, a sense of serenity had washed over you when you entered the room, the soft evening sunlight streaming through the windows creating the illusion of warmth. In the middle of it, an older boy was sitting in an open casket, his ghastly figure seemingly as real as the clothes you wore on your back. A voice in your head had screamed at you to run, to get away as quickly as possible, but you paid it no heed. 

The boy appeared to have something small enveloped in his hand, his small fist clenched tightly to his chest. He didn’t look particularly threatened – or threatening, for that matter – but you still didn’t want to take the risk of getting too close, for fear of accidentally scaring him off. So many questions were hanging at the tip of your tongue: Who was he? How did he end up here? Did someone do this to him?

“Are you alright?” you whispered, lowering your weapon slightly. The silence of the room swallowed your voice like a black hole, but you didn’t dare talk too loudly, for fear that his fragile image would somehow shatter, evaporating into the air.

The seconds seemed to stretch on for an eternity – but he made no motion to answer your question, his calm gaze still fixed on you. You were beginning to contemplate calling for the rest of your group, when he finally broke his stare. Soundlessly, he leaned towards the side of the casket and looked down expectantly, his limbs still crossed protectively over his body.

“Oh! You want to come out!” 

You sheathed your weapon and hurried to where he sat, gently draping his arm over your shoulders. His wrist was terribly skinny, and even in the darkness of the mansion, his skin possessed an unhealthy, pale glow. Maybe he was left here to die, you thought. But by whom? Who would do something that horrendous?

As you had expected, his feet were quite unsteady, and from the way his limbs were trembling, you could tell it took quite a lot out of him just to make it to the corridor. 

“Y/n! What’s taking you so long? Did a tengu get your ass?” You froze, the boy’s body stiffening at your side. A host of footsteps pounded near the entrance of the Pavilion, indicating the presence of your rowdy coworkers.

“I’m coming out now, don’t worry! I found someone in here!” you shouted back, repressing an annoyed sigh. If they aren't careful, they might scare the boy off!

At your side, you silently urged the boy to continue walking, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. A thin bead of sweat was running down his forehead, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Almost there…

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