inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
In which scaramouche "prefers Haypasia's presence over yours"
tw: Mentions of Dottore
The following weeks for Scaramouche were terrible. His plans to become a god were ruined by the almighty traveller.
The Fatui, namely Dottore left him to rot and Haypaisa didn’t even bat an eye at him after his defeat.
The hollow walls of the building the two of you once shared reflects the emptiness of his the place where his heart was supposed to be.
The worst part is you’re gone and it was all his fault. He thought he didn’t need you anymore. He didn’t need a personal so emotional to hinder him in his route to godhood. He didn’t need someone he could potentially endanger. He didn’t need to have someone who makes his chest bleed everytime he sees them hurt. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so human.
Guilt was gnawing at him now. The emptiness you left upon him was larger than he anticipated. He thought it would be worth it to set you free from his mommy issues, but was it worth it after all?Â
He wants to find you and tell you that he didn’t mean all the words he said, all the hurtful things he did.
But it was too late.Â
No matter how much he longs for you to come back and tell him for everything that he did and his words never impacted you with that radiant smile you always wore, you looked so happy with that Liyue bastard.Â
Perhaps in another life, free from the shackles of his responsibilities, the persona he had created, and the titles he bore, he could love you wholeheartedly.
“I’m so sorry y/n. I know my apology means nothing, I know I can’t take back the pain I inflicted onto you. But this ache is too much to bear. Every time I wake up, the bed feels too cold without your warmth. The kitchen is gathering dust with no one needing food. The cabinet on the floor remains untouched with all your favourite snacks inside. I can’t do this, everywhere I go, I see your face, it’s like the ghost of you haunts me and you’re not even dead. Well I’m probably dead to you anyway, but I just want you to know, if there ever comes a day you want to reminisce, or if that green emo guy breaks your heart, I will be in the husk of our home. In any case, I hope that the future you find with that guy will make your smile twice as large as when you were with me.”
I am listening to happier by Ed sheeran while writing this, so you can probably see the references.
In which scaramouche prefers Haypaysia's presence over yours, so you go to liyue harbor in an attempt to move on from scaramouche and to find an old friend. (pt three at bottom)
scaramouche x reader/xiao x reader
scaramouche x reader angst
In which Scaramouche prefers Haypasia's presence more than yours.
angst, cheating, no comfort
In which scaramo
Wangshu inn is just what you needed, the calm breeze, the sound of children laughing and the sweet nostalgic smell of almond tofu.
That reminds you of someone who loved that dish so.
"I wonder how Xiao is doing..." you quietly muttered to yourself.
Just then in amist of a poof of blackish green smoke, Xiao suddenly appeared next to you.
"Oh my archorns-"
"Its been a while mortal."
"Oh hi Xiao, how'd you find me here?" you said as you mustered up a smile.
"I told you. If you find yourself in trouble, just call out my name: Adeptus Xiao. Though it seems to me that you're not in any danger here."
"Hehe sorry, your name just slipped out just now."
Over the next few days, you and Xiao recount the big and little things that happened back when you left Liyue.
You gradually open up about your past relationship with Scaramouche.
"Foolish mortals, they wouldn't ever hope to be betrayed, yet they do the same to the people who trust them."
"He's not exactly a mortal though."
"Well if he's that stupid to hurt you, he's a foolish mortal in my eyes."
"Haha, but I'm a mortal, does that mean you also think I'm stupid?"
"You're-you're... different."
His ears became slightly red as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.
Over the course of months, he slowly helped you move on as the both of you became closer and closer.
Then on one day, he finally proposed,
"When I'm with you I wish the moment would last forever, and when we are apart I worry endlessly for your safety. Then I realised that everything reminds me of you. I believe mortals call this love, it's a foolish thing. I don't want you to share my burdens, so I'll understand if you decline, but..." he takes a deep breath before he continues," If you feel the same, then I'll carry your share of troubles until time seperates us."
Unbeknownst to you, a pair of indigo eyes were drilling into the soul of the green haired male next to you.
scaramouche x reader angst
In which scaramouche "prefers Haypasia's presence over yours"
The following weeks for Scaramouche were terrible
"Can we stay like this forever?"
"Mhm, I promise."
"No backsies okay?"
We were inseparable, two peas in a pod, never one without the other.
You were the first person I'd look for in the classroom, the one who I'd tell all my secrets to.
The fuzzy memories of us still linger in my mind. And every so often I would think about what we were and what we could've been.
You left me without a word. I should be angry, I have every right to. So why can't I bring myself to hate you?
You put me in the past? That's fine. You moved on years ago? I'm okay with that. Break my heart a thousand times, if only to have your presence grace my life once more. The pain would be worth every shattered piece, for the chance to hold you close again.
I dunno what this is lmao. Might edit or elaborate it later.
In which Scaramouche prefers Haypasia's presence more than yours.
angst, cheating, no comfort
In which scaramouche prefers Haypaysia's presence over yours, so uou go to liyue harbor in an attempt to move on from scaramouche and to fin
scaramouche x reader angst
In which scaramouche "prefers Haypasia's presence over yours"
The following weeks for Scaramouche were terrible
You have been wandering with Scaramouche ever since his second betrayal. Being by his side as his lover, never leaving his side, you promised after all.
So why is it that he built up his walls again? Why is it that he's so cold to you lately?
He has fatui duties, you know that. However, he could at least spare some time for his beloved, right?
"Hey scara?"
"What?"
"Do you think we can have lunch together tomorrow? Its been so long, and it's our anniversary."
"I'm busy."
"How about at night then?"
"I'm busy."
"Surely you have at least an hour to spare? It's a really special day-"
"I already said that i'm busy. Are you so imcompetent that you can even comprehend what 'busy' means?"
Tears threatened to escape your eyes at this point. You don't need to look at him to feel his cold glare.
"Sorry, I uh-"
Words struggled to come out as the tightness in your throat go worse.
"I don't want to deal with you right now. I already have a lot on my plate, and you being so fucking clingy is so annoying."
And with that, he left you alone in the once warm and fuzzy house you both called 'home'.
You decided to hang out with your friends to keep your mind off the eariler events.
All was well, you finished a delicious dinner with them, and while leaving one of your friends tripped and fell facefirst into the concrete floor.
But as soon as you bid goodbye to your friends, you caught a glimpse of indigo hair. Next to a young maiden of green hair. They were leaving a fancy resturant together.
Heh. That's weird.
'I thought he was busy.'
You tried to turn away, but he already met your eyes.
Smirking, he exchange a few words with the young woman. He then tipped her chin up, bought her lips closer to his, and connected them.
The world stilled as your vision blurred, the tightness in your throat returned.
You quickly fled the scene before he could make you see more.
Slamming the door to your 'home' open, it felt so empty. Something felt out of place, you felt out of place.
The image was burned into your mind, you wanted to gag. To hear him say that it wasn't real. To hear him say that you are still his one and only.
It hurts. It hurts so bad. It's as if the house itself was mocking you.
Pictures of the two of you, memories of the sweet moments that took place here, all thrown into your face.
You decided to leave. You packed everything you owned. Eyeing the matching bracelet he got you, you snatched it off and threw it in a bin somewhere, leaving the memories behind along with him.
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