THEY'RE SO FRUITY I SERIOUSLY CAN NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE OH MY GOD

THEY'RE SO FRUITY I SERIOUSLY CAN NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE OH MY GOD

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love tester! test our love ♡

synopsis: you put your love to the test. (read: you take a tiktok filter seriously.)

characters: rin, kunigami, sae, nagi, reo

warnings: none!

note/s: this was supposed to be a/n smau (i had the screenshots ready and everything) but decided on writing it instead because it seemed more fun (and it was!) i’m dedicating this to @kakujis because… :DD she knows why and @izanhuhhh for helping me with reo’s bit! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might write more characters if i feel up to it. i hope ya’ll enjoy! 

inspired by this tiktok trend

masterlist

rin:

rin was lying down beside you as you mindlessly scrolled through your tiktok feed, the video of the love tester appeared and you laughed at how the girl looked betrayed when their names let out a measly 26%, just friends. 

“do you wanna try this out, baby?” you asked rin who looked at you with indifference before he shook his head. 

“why not?” you jut your lower lip as you pouted at him. 

“those are dumb and have no scientific basis whatsoever.” rin huffed as he cuddled closer to you, but you paid him no mind as you put on the filter and typed in your names. from the reflection of the camera, you can see rin roll his eyes but look at the filter nonetheless, a bit curious about the results. 

the audio played and rin watched with a bated breath on how the numbers teasingly went up and down before the both of you froze once it stopped at 50% 

‘could be bffs!’ the filter read. before you could even say anything, rin took your phone and deleted the previous results and inputted different variations of your names. 

‘rin itoshi + y/n l/n’ ‘just friends!’

‘itoshi rin + l/n y/n’ could be something more!

you took your phone back before he could get even more heated before laughing at his response. 

“so… we’re not meant for each oth–” “i told you this was a dumb idea!” 

“rin… are you pouting?” “no.” 

kunigami: 

once the video appears on your feed, you stood up from the couch and ran towards your boyfriend who was in the middle of working out. 

“baby!” kunigami stops mid-push up as he sees you beam at him. “what’s up, darling?” you wave your phone in front of him, urging him to click the paused video. 

once kunigami finishes watching the video, he looks at you with a raised brow. “i’m assuming you want us to do that trend?” 

with the giddy nod you let out, he let out a chuckle before patting the ground next to him. “alright, darling.”

when you inputted your names, the both of you watched intently as the numbers increased and decreased. 

31%. ‘just friends!’ the filter read. 

you looked at kunigami who was staring at the filter in shock. 

“how rigged.” kunigami mutters as he glares at your device. you blinked, a teasing smile threatening to escape your lips. 

“so… besti–” “darling, don’t even start.” with the glare he directs to you, you couldn’t help but laugh and pat his sweaty frame. 

“it’s just a filter, bestie! don’t worry about it.” you hear kunigami bite back a sound of annoyance before closing his eyes and sighing. 

“okay, friend. whatever you say.” kunigami says, looking straight into your eyes, a neutral expression on his face, causing you to pout. 

“you didn’t like that, huh?” “...no. sorry, baby.”

“it’s fine, bestie.” “rensuke!!”  

sae:

the midfielder was frozen as he looked down on his phone. 

‘let’s break up.’ the text said. 

he didn’t know what happened. your conversations prior to the break up text were fairly normal and you even wished him good luck and told him that you loved him, so really. he doesn’t know where this was coming from. 

he had 15 minutes before the game and he tried calling you multiple times, only to be declined because the subscriber cannot be reached. 

his hands were slightly shaking as he stared at your last message. only to be filled with hope as he saw your text bubble appear. 

you: ‘we’re not soulmates :((’ 

huh? now sae was confused. however, his answer was soon revealed when the picture you sent has now loaded in his messages. 

it was a screenshot of the filter in tiktok with your names inputted. ‘just friends!’ it said, sae’s erratically beating heart seemed to have calmed down and he just wants to go home and flick you in the forehead for giving him such anxiety. 

sae: that’s stupid. 

you: you see, maybe this is why we aren’t soulmates >:(( you’re mean.

sae: i’m tempted to not go back to japan for scaring me like that. 

you: you’re scared to lose me??? 

sae: the game is starting, watch well. 

you: SAE

you: COME BACK AND GIVE ME CONFIRMATION !!

you: meanie >:(( i’m not gonna lose you too so i guess we’re stuck with each other.

sae smirked a bit before putting his phone on silent, preparing himself to walk out in the field as he recalled your messages. 

of course he was scared to lose you, he thinks as he rubbed the tattooed initial of your first name on the inside of his left ring finger. his only tattoo, and one that you have yet to know of. 

he couldn’t wait until he gets back to japan to show you and finally make you his, officially. 

nagi: 

you and nagi were scrolling through tiktok couple trends to recreate, well… you were, nagi couldn’t care less and decided to just go with whatever you wanted to do. 

or so he says. 

any video that you were interested in recreating, it was suddenly “too much.” “i’m not going to do that.” and of course, “that involves too much moving.” 

with a sigh, you turn towards your boyfriend who’s eyes were drooping shut, snow colored hair splayed out on the pillow, looking back at you innocently. 

“do you really wanna do a trend today.” nagi only nods, you sighed before lying down next to him and scrolling further down. 

the video of the love tester trend appeared and you showed it to your lazy boyfriend, “how about this?” you asked as nagi’s eyes intently watched the video. 

you scoffed once you heard him let out a sound of confirmation. “mm. seems doable.” 

“nagi, we’re just going to put in our names.” “put my name in for me too.” “you’re such a lazy baby.” “”mm.” 

once you opened the camera, the filter immediately shows and you typed in your names, nagi placed his chin by your shoulder, staring at the numbers as it stopped at a high mark of 98% ‘definitely soulmates!’

nagi let out a small smirk, the reaction caught by the camera as he presses a soft kiss to your neck, causing you to drop your phone at the ticklish feeling. 

“nagi!” “shh. don’t yell at your soulmate.” “you’re enjoying this a bit too much, seishiro.” nagi hums, a small smile on his face. 

having you as a soulmate didn’t sound like a hassle. 

reo:

you were reading your book peacefully, basking in the quiet night before reo opens the door and walks excitedly towards you. 

“lovie!” he beams as he stops in front of you. you look up from the book you were reading with a curious expression. 

"we should try this trend!" he said as he pulls out his phone and goes to his saved videos, the video of a couple doing the love meter makes its way on the screen. 

you let out a hum, giving him a small smile before patting the space on the couch beside you. reo does so, smiling as he cuddles up to your side and presses the filter. 

once he inputs your names, he remained close to you as the both of you watched in horror as the love meter went down to a pitiful 6%. 'yeaaaaaa.'

you bite back a giggle at the look on your boyfriend's face, his face resembles a kicked puppy before he glares at his phone and takes it away. standing up and walking to the kitchen, dialing a few numbers whilst doing so. 

you stared at his retreating form. surely, he couldn't be bothered by a tiktok filter, right? 

but before you could ponder more, he comes back and presses the filter once more. 

"reo–""just watch." he says in a cryptic tone, before letting out a big smile as your names equated to a 100%. 'definitely soulmates!'

your brows furrowed before it clicked in your head. 

"reo… did you pay to have this filter rigged?" "i have no idea what you're talking about, love." 

"reo!" 

veneration.

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

GENRE: canon-compliant. belligerent romantic tension, flirting but not quite flirting, the trope of helping the other get ready for an important event.

TW/CW: slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (although it was literally revealed in the livestream so idk if it counts as spoilers).

A/N: boo, I'm alive (sort of.) I can't believe I'm writing for emo pinocchio, much less simping for him (yes, @x-zho and @byeol-ssi you read that correctly),,,, but HEY IF THIS DRABBLE GETS ME OUTTA BURNOUT DEPRESSION Y NAT COCONUT

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.

"As she should be. Never forget the service she has done you, sir."

"And what of the service you owe me?" He retorts. "I don't recall summoning you here just so you could sit and recite pretty words to me while I do all the work."

An exasperated sigh and a slight rustle as you get up from your chair, followed by the echoing sound of your footsteps as you began climbing the stairs to the head of his soon-to-be divine vessel. "I had assumed that you wouldn't want my assistance until I was called for."

"I'm sure Haypasia would have willingly volunteered to assist me." Scaramouche remarks idly, tracing a finger along the polished metal. "When it comes to loyalty to me, I'm sure that that girl is second to none."

Silence, just as expected. Your face is pristinely neutral when you reach the top of the stairs and place the book on the floor, but he knows better; he knows how the blood surges in your veins in not-quite-jealousy, how the air catches in your throat at the thought of someone being better devoted to him.

Up until now, the Balladeer had had a hard time finding an edge over your nonchalant nature, with any sharp jabs left blithely ignored or rebutted, with no room for nonsense— for out of all the people who dared test their bravery by working with him, you were one of the few who had remained mostly unaffected by his short temper.

But with a certain researcher in the equation, it seems that he had a new — and most entertaining — way to push your buttons.

"You shouldn't have tangled up the tethers like this, sir." You kneel down to untangle the mess of cables at his already-tethered feet, your hair falling forward to conceal your face. "The Doctor would not be pleased if something were to malfunction tomorrow due to something as minor as this."

He stands stock-still as your hands trace along the length of his arm, searching for where to attach the cables to his wrists and shoulders, your fingertips brushing against his back as you check for any loosened tethers; to an outsider, it would seem that you were merely performing the duties of a faithful assistant. But every move and word was choreographed, designed to bring out your true intentions under the guise of professionalism.

"Tell me," The Balladeer asks, a taunting lilt to his voice. "What sort of book are you reading that distracts you from my glory?"

"Just something I picked up in the Grand Bazaar." You reply, and soft hands brush against the sides of his neck, reaching to safely tether him to his vessel. "A book of short essays and poetry, written by some obscure but well-read author."

"What sort of poetry?" Scaramouche keeps his gaze locked on yours, pretending to be unaffected by the way your arms enclosed the air around him, the close proximity between the two of you. The fun part of the game was to never reveal your hand of cards, after all.

"The usual; some about life, or loss. The seasons, and some about places the author had been to." Your eyes briefly flicker to meet his. "Love poems, too."

He cannot help but smirk, knowing full well at what you were playing at; the two of you had an unspoken agreement, a mutual push and pull as you aimed to tear each other's heartstrings out and have the other dancing in the palm of their hand. "Care to recite one, then? I'd like to see if you can actually spew pleasant words for once."

"If that is what the Lord Harbinger wishes," was your response, your gaze drifting away to focus on adjusting the tethers on his hands and wrists one last time. "There is one piece that I particularly enjoy; allow me to retrieve my book so that I may read that to you."

You were clever— he had to admit as much. This very well could have been your plan all along, to grab his attention with a book that you were certain would make an impression on him; he would not put it past you to have made such a bold plan.

But since the Balladeer was soon to achieve his lifelong goal, he was feeling generous tonight— he would indulge your little schemes for today, just this once.

"Ah, here it is." You straighten up, the pages rustling as you flip to the correct page. "This essay is rather long, but this particular excerpt is my favourite."

Scaramouche watches as you begin to pace back and forth aimlessly, your lips parting to take a deep breath in preparation... and he waits. He waits for the next move in the chess game, for his turn to come.

"Look up to the stars, and remember the light in my eyes." One finger traces idly along the page, your eyes following it intently as if to bore a hole through the paper. "Look to the east, the rosy dawn, and think of my lips, sweetened with the honey of memories with you."

"But furthermore, evermore, I beg of you, my darling..." Your feet shift to wander towards him, stepping closer and closer till you were only a few paces away from where he stood.

"...Look at me and only me forevermore." You recited, tilting his head upwards with the edge of your book, your warm breath fanning his cheeks as you leaned ever-closer. "Are these the sort of words you'd like to hear from me, Lord Harbinger?"

"Hah." A chuckle escapes his mouth before he can stop himself— really, truly, this was all too entertaining! "That all depends on what I am to you."

"What I am to you is the same as what you are to me." For the first time that evening you smiled, a mirror of the same smile he had now; the air of both challenge and taunt hidden behind the guise of a pleasant expression. "I wish you good luck on your promotion tomorrow, Lord Harbinger."

This is so bbg im so kilig rn

A Foreign Feeling Called “Love”

pairing: riddle rosehearts x male! reader

cws: homophobia, internalized homophobia

notes: i’m so sorry for disappearing from tumblr for two months i forgot my password. but hey masc presenting riddle stans, here’s some crumbs for you. riddle-centric fic but (Y/N) is in it idk how to explain it. written in second pov in the beginning then third pov in the middle (reader uses he/him). i might make a part 2 where riddle confesses to the reader if anyone wants it

—

Riddle always thought he was straight. His mom had always said that she wanted her son to marry “the perfect girl” and would constantly bring this up. He’s never had feelings for girls either, but he simply believed he was a late bloomer in romance. Oh that girl over there is cute? I mean she is, but he’d never imagine dating them.

Riddle’s lack of romantic interest had stayed with him up until he got accepted into NRC. During his first year, specifically the entrance ceremony, someone had caught his eye. That someone was you. Yes you, the person who nearly knocked over the dark mirror. Yes you, the person who dropped their magic pen and fell on top of Riddle. Yes you, the breath of fresh air Riddle needed. It was a funny story really.

—

Riddle had been paying no attention to the ceremony before your accident. You had just gotten sorted into Heartslabyul for whatever reason, and nearly knocked over the dark mirror after walking away.

You panicked and held the mirror in place afterwards. Riddle had a look of shock on his face. How could someone be so careless? How could someone be so clumsy? How could someone look so cute when flustered? Wait… cute?

Had something awakened in him? Riddle was twiddling with his thumbs trying to grasp on how he thought you could be- well- cute! And plus, you were a guy. Boys can’t like boys, he’s always been taught this… Those thoughts clouded his mind, but were immediately interrupted with the feeling of falling down and a sudden thud.

On top of him was a red flustered face. Your lips were quivering with embarrassment while your hands were clammy. Your hands and legs trapped him beneath you, like a predator catching it’s prey. Riddle noticed all the details of your face in those 10 seconds.

Your beautiful eyes gave him all the attention he had ever wanted. Your lips were so kissable, he just wanted to comfort you and pepper you with kisses. Your cheeks were oh so red, and he had wanted to touch them and feel the intense heat.

He couldn’t talk though, he was sure his face was more red than yours. Riddle felt his own heat that covered his cheeks. This feeling of embarrassment was different than before. This feeling of thinking, and now seeing this person was so new to him. Such a foreign feeling had a special place in his heart.

“I’m- I’m so sorry! Please forgive me I tripped on my magic pen and didn’t watch where I was going and I tripped and I really didn’t mean to fall on you!” You had explained in a hurry.

You got off of him after you apologized, realizing the whispers amongst the crowd. The snickers you heard, the small teasing. They meant no harm really, they just found this hilarious. Truthfully this woke them up.

Riddle has gotten off of the floor and dusted off his robe. Cheeks still red, he looked at you with annoyance. Yes annoyance, this had to be the feeling he was feeling. Not love, right?

“Please watch where you’re going next time, or else it will be off with your head…” Riddle said while averting eye contact.

You apologized once more and were pulled away from him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I would expect better from a new coming Night Raven College student!” Headmage Crowley had scolded.

(Y/N)… that was his name. Riddle would have to keep it engraved in his memory.

Since then, you’ve always been on his mind. He had you in a few classes and would always get reminded of the time you were on top of him. That mental image of your flustered face never left his mind, no matter how much Riddle tried forgetting it.

And with being in the same dorm as you, he was bound to see you. Sometimes he would see you in the common room studying. Other times he’d see leaving for classes.

You always seemed uncomfortable around him though. That was partially his fault though, he made it seem like he hated you after that. Every time Riddle would walk towards your way, you’d always walk the other way or would be as still as a statue.

He never thought his first year experience would be like this. Riddle was worried that you hated him instead. His feelings for you were so fuzzy, he couldn’t understand it. So he went to his best friend Trey Clover for some help. Surely he’d be of some use.

—

“Yeah you like him.”

WHAT?! No, there was no way he would be in love with another boy. All his life he’s been taught that this is wrong, this is disgusting. Although he’s never felt love before, maybe he could try this. What no, what is he thinking?! He’s gross, he’s disgusting, what would his mother think?

“I’m sure I do NOT like him, Trey.”

Trey simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

“The way you explained it to me made it seem like you have a crush on them. I mean, no one explains the person they dislike as someone you want to “hug and comfort while wiping their tears”. Sounds like you’re in love.”

The hugging and comforting while wiping his tears part wasn’t gay. He just wanted to comfort him whenever he was stuck on homework and looked like he was about to cry. Not gay.

“I’ve- I’ve never felt love before. And either way, (Y/N) is a boy. I can’t be in love with- with another boy!”

Riddle was fighting with himself inside. On one hand, he did enjoy (Y/N). He enjoyed seeing their behavior from the side, noticing all the small things he did like slightly tilting his head when he was confused. He also gripped his pencil harder when he had a hard time on homework. Oh and (Y/N) also covered his face whenever he was embarrassed and it would always be the cutest thing… but he wasn’t interested in men.

“Riddle I know how your mother feels about same sex couples, but they aren’t gross or disgusting, they’re just themselves. They’re just like us, they just want to love the people they love normally without feeling shunned.” Trey explained while comforting Riddle.

Riddle never thought same sex couples were gross, he only thought of himself as gross if he were to ever like another boy. His mother would always express her potential hatred towards him if he were ever gay. He was just scared. Scared of disappointing his mother. Scared of being shunned from the world.

“I know- I know Trey. I just need time to think about this whole thing. Thank you.” Riddle said while leaving.

Trey simply waved, knowing Riddle would need some time alone.

—

Riddle entered his dorm room and flopped onto his bed. Love is so weird. It’s so gross. It’s an icky feeling, why would people like it so much?!

He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. These emotions are so weird. They hurt his head too much, he just needs to focus on his studies. His mother would be disappointed, wouldn’t she.

Riddle went back to seeing you at the entrance ceremony. You were something fresh, something new. You were yourself. That’s what he liked about you. Your quirks reflected your true self, one some people wouldn’t know. On the surface you seemed air-headed and impulsive, but after taking one good look at you, you were far more than that.

Fuck maybe this was love. Riddle still feels gross about this. Defying what he was taught all of his life in a matter of a few months. It would take a lot of time and self-love to accept this, but Riddle didn’t have the energy to do so. He had his mother he needed to make proud. So the best solution would be to push down these feelings.

—

A week passed after his talk with Trey. A full week of knowing he liked (Y/N). He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take seeing you in the hall or in classes. It hurt his head, but more importantly it hurt his heart.

That all had changed after one fateful day. The day you had talked to him after alchemy class. Riddle was packing up his books and felt someone grab onto his wrist as he was leaving.

“R-Riddle Rosehearts…! I um- I need to talk to you!” You stumbled out with the same flushed face that never left Riddle’s mind.

Why would (Y/N) want to talk? Didn’t (Y/N) hate Riddle?

“W-What do you need (Y/N)?” Riddle asked, staring at (Y/N)’s hand, still grabbing onto Riddle’s wrist.

You sighed and covered your red face with your free hand.

“I want to be friends! Wait no I- I don’t hate you I swear. I know you always look at me whenever we’re in the same room, I really hope you don’t hate me or think I’m annoying. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made it seem like you hate me. I just thought you’d never want to see me after the entrance ceremony, so I tried to distance myself from you…”

Riddle had melted inside. You were so caring, so sweet. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so you never talked to him.

It took Riddle a few seconds to think of an answer to you. From (Y/N)’s end, all they could see was the flushed shocked face of Riddle Rosehearts.

“I- Well I never hated you as well (Y/N). I just- just don’t know how to respond to certain situations.”

Just like the entrance ceremony, he averted eye contact. (Y/N) smiled, and brung his other hand to clasp Riddle’s wrist.

“Then are we friends now?” (Y/N) asked excitedly.

Riddle couldn’t say no to his adorable face.

“I suppose we are.” Riddle responded, still red.

Yup, Riddle was definitely in love.

imagine being emotional 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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The name Scaramouche, kunikuzushi and kabukimono has been forgotten in the world of teyvat, no one but the traveler knows him now...but what if there was someone other than the traveler who still remembers him? someone who wanderer cherished and loved...(I apologize for the small text used, it looked cute to use)

(apologizing if I mentioned she/her pronounces I'll fix it one day..I write in my perspective and I'm a female...so that's why there might be things indicating this for a female but I promise you all genders may read)

(first time writing genshin)

(mistakes will be fixed one soon)

You're no human that's for sure...or were you human?

You never considered yourself as human...maybe because you were cursed to live an external life. Ever since the downfall of what we know as the fallen nation, you were cursed with immortality. You were no one important but a citizen of inazuma but why is it were you cursed as well?

Could it be because you have never saw yourself as a human being? or was it because you never had a reason to live? You never knew.

Living for centuries and decades you were all alone till one day you met him. A puppet he told you. He told you he was a puppet created by his mother or in other words the electro archon but was then discarded by her. The puppet named himself kunikuzushi.

Your interaction with him was quite unexpected. He seemed so tense, like a closed book. But from that day onwards you vow to yourself to be his friends no matter how many times he had refused...

As time goes on in teyvat you succeeded. You stayed by his side no matter what. Even if those time he had changed to be a ruthless fatui member, you never failed to left him. Even when he joined the fatui you gladly stayed with him even after what he had done...and instead of being his friend the two of you became more of lovers instead.

But you never liked it how he joined the fatui. You had mixed feelings if it. You don't trust anyone in it including the cryo archon the tsaritsa. But the person you absolutely held suspicion on was the doctor also known as dottore.

Years adds on, one day you informed scaramouche that you'll be returning to inazuma to see how much the city changed after hearing a brave traveler had saved it. Scaramouche was hesitant to let you go but he did but what he didn't tell you was that he was headed to sumeru for something you would never had agreed on.

you enjoyed your time in inazuma and even made alot if acquaintances but something felt off. You never heard of Scaramouche, no letters at all. It didn't feel right. That's when you decided to ask a fatui guard. Lucky for you they didn't ambush you but when you asked...you were in disbelief when they said they don't know who this "balladeer" you were talking about.

You explained to them he was the 6th harbinger but they all assumed you were crazy and delusional. "I'm sorry ma'am but the 6th spot has remain empty for years...are you okay?" You heart broke. What in teyvat happen to your lover. "Ah..I'm sorry my head must be playing games on me..sorry to interrupt," you played along. You were in utter shock. It was as if your beloved was wiped from teyvat's existence.

To say the least you were devastated. It felt as if you were crumbling from teyvat's surface once more.

That was months ago. You decided to travel instead, well with the help of one if the friends you made. Without captain beidou and kazuha you might as well be...well hopeless. They helped you with your grief although they themselves know nothing of this person you grief of.

You then afterwards head of to explore a nation you absolutely adored from it's name, culture and it's wisdom. The land of wisdom, sumeru. The more you spent in sumeru the more attached you were to the land. You even somehow came across the hero of the 4 nations aether/lumine was his/her name along with the great archon of sumeru nahida.

One day as you were walking with nahida you caught a glimpse of someone you had missed so much. "Uhm miss nahida?" You called out for the archon. The archon looked at you and smiled. "Something the matter [name]?" You look at the direction of that familiar male. "Do you somehow know who that is?"

Nahida looked at the person you looked at and she simply answered you. "He's just a wanderer, why you ask?" You look at the male again and replied with an answer that shocked that archon. "He looks like the balladeer...well not like you know him,"

"oh..well I don't know who that might be but he seemed like someone you really care of," silence took over till you whispered "yeah...he was,"

It was midnight, you were never able to sleep or in other words you never usually sleep or needed it. So you decided to take a stroll outside and go to a cliff you'd usually go. Usually during this time, When Scaramouche was still with you, you'd usually sleep with him or sing a lullaby for him just so he'd calm down whenever he was stressed. Oh how you missed him.

The breeze of the wind on this hill and the view...it all looked so calm and relaxed. You closed you eyes enjoying the silence and the wind. Meanwhile you didn't had realised someone behind you. The male it was none other than the wanderer nahida said but as I said you haven't noticed him yet.

In the wanderer's perspective he looked shocked to see you because he knows you. You are no...you were the love of his life back when he was still known as Scaramouche who is know forgotten. You were the person that never left his side, his lover that promise him. You promised to never leave and you fulfill it but he was the one who broke it by leaving you all alone. But he had no choice. Part of him knows he can't have you back but part of him wanted you to remember him..

some people say that your love would be meant to be...just not the right time. What was it called, right person wrong time? He didn't care. He wanted you back, he craved for you touch, your voice but he can't have it back. He doesn't want to restart. No no no he doesn't because the thing you had with each other was something special. Something that cannot be restart with once more.

While Scaramouche or wanderer was lost in his head, he didn't know that certain someone had noticed his presence. "Lost in thought are you strange wanderer," your voice had snapped him from his thoughts. The voiced that he loved so much to listen. "What are you doing here? It's dangerous for a someone like you to be out at this time,"

"are you saying I'm weak? I can defend myself you know I'm not a little girl/boy," Scaramouche took in your appearance, you certainly had changed especially since you had a vision dangling down your waist. "Staring is rude you know?"

"bold of you assume I was, show some respect," he said. You laughed. "Hey wanna know a fun fact," you asked him. "Not that I'm interested but go on I'm listening," he looked you, the way you smiled as if you were recalling something so deep in your heart and memories. The soft gaze you had towards him, it clearly warmed his heart.

"you remind me so much of my lover...his name was Scaramouche, but I call him kunikuzushi.." those words caught him off guard. Did you just...you uttered the name that was forgotten. How...how were you able to remember. "I'm sorry if I offended you! It's just that you look so much like him. You hair, your eyes, your voice and the way you speak! Basically almost everything match up,"

"I really miss him...but it's as if he vanished from the world. At first I was assuming you were him but...nahida and so many others told me you were just a wanderer so...I guess I lost hope once again," a tear fell from your eyes...sadness really ingulf the atmosphere now.

" I miss him so much..I miss just talking or looking at him...ah sorry I'm being to emotional sorry for rambling"

he was speechless. He couldn't say anything. The way you rambled about him, the fact you remembered him. He wanted to say something but tears broke out before he could utter a word. His knees even gave up...was this what they called mixed feelings. he felt relief yet happy but then again sad.

"hey wait why are you crying!? I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" "you remembered me.." he muttered. "What? Come again?" "You never forgotten who I really am..."

You looked confused. "What do you mean...aren't you just coincidence? Everyone told me he doesn't exist what do you imply exactly?" Was it really him. Was this person you have been searching for, yearning for... The person you mourn and grief.

"[nickname]...you really do remember me," that nickname...no one used it before. No one dared called you that because the only person who did was none other that Scaramouche. Tears came running like a waterfall...you vision was blurry and you embraced him as if you never wanted to let him go again.

"I'm not dreaming or hallucinating am I...I am seeing the kunikuzushi I love right?" His hand held you cheek. The hand of his was reached you cheek and wiped the tears. His touch, you were sure it was him.

"I never forgot you my love...

Your head tells you it's not him but you're soul knows that it's him. "Now why would I lie to you my love..." This was him. You know it and you finally found him. "I don't know how you still remember me but I would like answers from you..." You look at him and thought of your answer...

And that's because...

my love for you is too strong for the world to make me forget you,"

hmm it seems like those two were perfect for each other weren't they? Cause even if the world tried to take them apart, fate will always bring them back together no matter how big the challenge make be.

This is the end...

of the story named..

MEMORABLE..

-sincerely

hasinah/Arxx

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