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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter nineteen — trust issues & co

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter eighteen — bedazzled eulogy (🎂)

The steps to the house were pretty worn out. You needed to get them fixed soon.

Your eyes fixed on that same towering oak tree that loomed beyond your home. The same branches with a more withered complexion this time, a backdrop to the countless moments you shared with your family. Even though everyone else was gone, the echo of the history stayed there. Though maybe not for much longer, anyway.

It was just a reminder to you. Maybe you didn't want to think much at all about your decisions, but considering you were getting notes from the city on suggestion to have the tree cut down for safety purposes, you were considering it. Despite how peaceful you used to feel when the leaves were whispering candidly in the wind, you couldn't hear them anyway. You were too lost in the sound of your own head screaming from the news, fighting your tears burning in your eyes.

You didn't find the tapes to work anymore. You sat there rewatching them, rewatching him in his state. A permanent staple that would stay in the tape as long as you played it. It was one of the only safe fixes you knew other than the letter, but neither were solving your aches. None of them were getting rid of what was already done.

The sky remained heavy in its thick storm forbidding the city. You thought it was pretty ironic even if it was scheduled today. Without warning, the heavens poured down quickly. You couldn't even find the chance to think about something else without the cold water soaking your clothes almost instantly, sticking to your skin. Even in this predicament, you sat still. Staying drenched and staring at the tree, glazed over eyes roaring an admonitory reminder.

You didn't know how long you were there for. Minutes, or hours, it made no difference to you. All of what you went through in order to ensure your brother was safely home for years and years, all admonished with a single phone call. It was interesting to you how bad you kept yourself in delusion. Thinking heavily that he was alive, keeping others in a lie with you that he was just away.

Your mind buzzed at a higher intensity, body sluggish but finally moving from its spot as you started mindlessly moving. You didn't think about where you were going, soaking wet and shoes mildly squelching as you wandered.

Finding yourself in front of Beidou's door yet again, except this time, the pain seethed harder. Knowing this was the same house you retrieved a piece of your brother. It wasn't mature to admit, but you were hesitant. With only a loud head of your regrets, there stood Beidou as she swung open the door. Her face shifted from confusion to alarm when she noticed your exterior.

"Why are you out here? You didn't even call...?" Beidou began, but stammered as the words fizzled on her tongue at the look in your eyes. Something was awry, something terrible.

For a moment, you stood there not knowing what to say, not even trying to find strength to look into the other's eyes. "They said it was asphyxiation."

Your voice was in a harsh whisper, hardly deciphered in the rain, but Beidou knew what you said. For a moment, she didn’t even react either. She stood there processing, hand still on the doorknob as what you said ruminated between them. The storm went quiet between the two of them, and the brunette’s disbelief broke through.

“No shit…they actually found him.” Beidou responded in disbelief, brows furrowed. Her face contorted in shock as she looked down. She stepped aside slowly, ushering you inside. “C..Come inside, alright? I can’t let you freeze.”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter seventeen — i changed my mind

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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HOW HATERS DIE (HHD)

♡ chapter one — spork (🍎)

There was no lie as prominent, and obviously desperate, as yours. You were waiting up.

You sat on the edge of the steps that led up to your house, enjoying the cool breeze of the trees that gave you the benison. Your knees were drawn to your chest, reminiscing all of your retentiveness with this home. The home you couldn’t even part with when you were on tour for a streamer’s comedy shows with Hu Tao. You wrapped yourself loosely around your knees as if you were trying to hold something together. The quiet sunlight sinking into the community of homes in front of you.

It bathed the silent street in a fuzzy and soft, amber glow, but its warmth became eternally distant from you. You weren’t able to reach the sun enough to ebb the chilly ache nestling in your chest. Your eyes dull, fixed on the empty road ahead, awaiting patiently for at least the feeling that his presence was there.

You replayed the entire conversation — at wits end with yourself, you squeezed your eyes shut and put your head in your hands. Was it really for validation?

Your thoughts mixed with fragments of what the two of you said to each other, sharp words and sentences that didn’t dare to go further for the sake of their relationship. You didn’t care much anymore, the hollow bitterness overshadowing any remnants of anger you felt.

Dusk deepened and the sky meshed with its former and a bistered violet. It was coming on hours of you sitting in the same spot as you were, adamant with the complacency. You let out a shaky breath, the chill of the air enveloping on your breath and skin. Your fingers pressed softly into your knees, ruminating in the coolness of the air seep deeper. There was still that tightness in your chest from when you started, so stay here didn't really do much.

Was he even coming?

A slow crunch of the gravel called for your thoughts to halt, snapping your head up towards the familiar vehicle swinging into the driveway. Kuni got out of the car, walking towards the trunk and opening it to reveal Shimi...and a basket of sweets.

Your eyebrows furrowed, scoping the scene in confusion and he hesitated once he looked at you as well. Like he wasn't sure if he should come closer than where he was, and then made the decision. His face was never readable in situations like these, but where his face fails him, his body doesn't. There was mild tension in his shoulders.

"Um," You cleared your throat, speaking for the first time in a while. "I figured that you wouldn't have the key, so I ended up waiting for you. Not that long! Not that long. Just like, 10 minutes."

He sized you up, eyebrows raising in mild amusement. "Okay." He said, his voice low. "Am I still allowed in?"

"Depends on if we keep our conversation going or not," Your voice was tight, stammering on every sentence your mind sputters. "I would much rather find significant joy in...other conversation, but if you're still pissed off, ya know, I can match energy—"

It wasn't talking to him that was the problem right now, it was the fact that he was staring at you. Staring for a long while as you tripped over words. His expression that was once hardened was now loosening with a lazy smile, less tense than before. It was hard to stay angry at you, and it was hard for you to stay angry when he was standing there, with Shimi purring and nuzzling his head onto your boyfriend's clothes.

"I wasn't mad," He said after closing the distance between the two of you, his voice quiet and fragile. "Not at you. Not like that."

He set the basket down next to him, his eyes never prying away from yours. Kuni looked guarded, but as that unraveled, he looked at you like it would kill him to turn away. Your heart clenched firmly once you were able to say anything else, he leaned in and touched his lips with yours, his hand seeking its way to your cheek and brushing his ringed thumb featherlight. It was gentle at first, provisional, like both of you were kind of afraid of crossing each other's boundaries.

The difference of the cool evening air and your entire face warming up was stark. You didn't move, anyway, and only melted more into his touches once his free hand met with the small of your back. Breath mixing in with yours in the space, his kiss deepened tangibly, slow and deliberate and pouring everything he left unsaid into it. He let out a sigh against your lips once he pulled away, staying in the close proximity for a little longer.

"You're cold." He whispered.

"I was out here longer than ten minutes." You whispered back after getting your mojo back, the both of your cracking a smile once you end up jutting out a snicker.

"I figured."

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YOU WERE under scrutiny of the one and only justsofamous for years and years before finding out who he is. constantly having to question your self-worth was a bigger downhill slope than the time you were begging your friends, crying and pleading, for them to go to a concert with you of an artist they all hated except you. but now that you're pretty much going through the motions of retracing your self esteem and your (extremely ironic) relationship with this guy who harassed you and then picked enough apples to win your heart, you started to consider moving in with him after he offered it enough times. only that, once you actually did...things started falling apart again for the two of you.

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04 - don’t remind me of him.

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₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter sixteen — everything is amazing! (🎂)

You felt an adversary effect knowing this was the exact company you were trying to avoid.

The coffee shop area of the company was much quieter than you expected. Your initial thought when you paired the words ‘company’ and ‘coffee’ together were a bunch of idols signed under the label to rush for their morning fix in a rush. Given its location as one of the largest companies in the nation, the main people who seemed to hang out were the staff.

You got a few looks as you stepped into the small space, the kind that dawdle too long, where people behind their masks place your face and get curious on your position. You knew why they were looking at you, but that didn’t make you all the more at ease. You still weren’t used to being known outside of your bakery.

A couple of times you were absolutely sure you were caught by someone who was whispering in a sly attempt to gossip to their coworker about you. Eyeballs narrowing, unable to tell if it were confusion, recognition, or both. There was a pit that began to settle in your stomach, the sickness of anxiety and a imminent doom to a portal of the past.

The interiors were smooth and glossy, clean lines and intricate decor were at a variance in sharp number with how much you were stressing about even sitting down. You felt watched, all the considering, and it was inducing a lot you doubt you could handle outside of your comfort zone. But luckily, from the breakthrough you came to realize on your own, you felt liberated regardless.

There was hardly anything that could get you down. Scaling your eyes around the inside, you immediately spotted the shining star in the café reading something intently on her phone. Her presence alone commanded the sight of anyone who looked at her, so wide in scale that you didn’t see anyone sitting around her. Mona was striking in person, as per usual. You only had two meetings with her, and yet, every one of those times you looked her in the eye, you felt like looking away.

Clear skin, sparkling eyes as twinkling as the stars she gazes into. Even the simplest outfit she had on was effortless but casually effervescent. You felt your mouth open with awe, standing there in shock, especially since your outfit was nothing special.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Mona said from the distance she was at, waving you over. Her voice was light— soft and cheerful with genuine warmth and ecstatic over seeing you. Her voice was unexpectedly comforting in such a sterile looking are. “Come, sit! We have so much to discuss!”

You hesitantly moved towards the seats, sitting down and giving a laugh at her pitch, though uncertain. “Hi, Mona..! Thank you so much for inviting me, I had no idea how fancy it was…I feel kind of out of place.”

“Oh, this? Don’t worry, the staff here are all really friendly so they won’t bother you at all. I’m sure everyone’s just admiring your legacy, or something! I’m sure a lot of people come to your bakery.” She smiled, her bright face almost beaming at the idea of having a friend. “Thanks for coming, anyway…I felt like I needed a one on one with the person who made those letters. I owe you a lot.”

“I didn’t expect you to like them so much! I know it turned into a service, but I love that the letters you want me to send are always specific, and I get to know a tidbit of what’s going on in your brain!” You were a lot more passionate than she expected.

“I guess I have…a lot on my mind, actually,” Mona laughed, sound similar to soft wind chimes in a breeze. Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she traced the rim of the coffee absentmindedly. Looking into your eyes at the same time as you did instantly made her want to look down at something less exciting. “You kind of bring joy into people’s lives when you think about it, you know?”

“Oh…thank you so much.” You felt a flush of impulsive warmth. Disarming comfort the other gave, you were almost in disbelief. There was a speechlessness you found momentarily. “Yeah, everything is amazing! Right now, at least…I’m glad I made a friend out of this.”

“Me too—” Mona nodded, and was about to finish her initial thought until she caught something from the corner of her eye. There was a familiar figure walking into the company building that her attention drew to immediately with a smile. “Speaking of…that’s who I’ve been talking to!”

You grit your teeth, prying your eyes away from the coffee cup to look at who Mona mentioned. And just as you expected, it was him. He, who stole your heart once before. He who made you look like a fool in front of your loved ones, alternatively. He, who hated even the thought of seeing you in the same proximity. You felt sick again, but this time you knew it wasn’t from anxiety.

Mona waved him down, and he stopped in his tracks, scoping the scene with darted eyes before he suddenly grew this darker glint. You squeezed your eyes while you looked the other way, pain in your chest. You snapped back to the woman, “Maybe he’s busy? Shouldn’t we leave him alone?”

“Can’t be that busy if he’s here late. Hey! Come over here!” Mona kept swaying her hand back and forth. Oh my god.

He strode over with lax confidence, his entire presence demanding more attention than what you got entering the café. The atmosphere lingers with arrogant charm, you desperately wanted to keep looking away. Yet your gaze remained in pieces.

“Tell Lumine she’s overreacting,” He considered his greeting, completely overlooking you in entirety. Mona was entirely oblivious to the tension at the table that was so obviously thick that it could wrap around you like a blanket to combat against wintery chill. “I don’t have any more patience to deal with her bitch fits just because things aren’t going her way.”

“Hello, good morning to you too, Kuni. I’m glad you’re doing very well..” Mona’s eyes narrowed. “This is (Y/N), they’re a baker for Sweet Melody! Have you been there? I think they have two buildings and—”

He glanced at you again, you avoiding eye contact like the plague at this point. He seemed to be taking you in for the first time since approaching. “Don’t you know how to bake?” He asked. “Stop throwing money around to random people just because you’re too lazy to do it yourself.”

Mona looked in between the two, a little more sentient of the tension after hearing that. She pursed her lips, “Alright, you don’t need to scare them, okay? Just go to whatever you were going to do. Don’t you have a conference?”

“Feels like an obligation to something tedious, really.” He added, a certain roughness in his tone that made your stomach twist further. “As tedious as befriending mice who don’t know when to leave you alone.”

And with that, he left. You wanted to scream, to say something that you shouldn’t have, to make an excuse to leave before he did, but all you could do is smile as his back was turned. The wound wasn’t healed, and he just cut back into it and poured a gallon of salt into it.

Mona sighed quietly. “I’m sorry about him. He’s been dealing with a lot recently, pretty sure his mom is giving him a hard time again.” Her eyes wandered to him as he entered the elevator further up. “Are you okay? That was really intense.”

“Yeah..!” You chirped. “I’m fine! It’s all okay, everyone has something they’re going through.”

“I just hope it doesn’t get worse. He works really hard these days.” Mona clasped her hands together, trying to ebb off the concern and the confusion she felt at Kuni’s mention of mice. “Anyway! Interested in a free reading? It can be whatever you want!”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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03 - party for 5.

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₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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37 – final show !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

Synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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You stare at him, trying to process his words, your mind racing. The pain of all those years without an answer floods back to you—the nights you spent wondering what you did wrong. And now, here it is—the truth, laid out in front of you: messy, complicated, and far too late.

“I don't know what to say," you mutter, your voice barely more than a whisper. "You decided for both of us. You took away my choice."

Scaramouche flinches, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I thought I was doing the right thing… protecting you, protecting us," he murmurs. "I didn’t want to be the reason you gave up your dreams."

Your breath hitches, a mix of emotions surging within—anger, relief, sadness. "But I didn’t get to decide, did I?" you say, your voice firmer now. "You didn’t trust me enough to make my own choices."

Silence settles between you, heavy and uncomfortable. Scaramouche clenches his fists, trying to find the right words, the ones that could somehow make up for all the lost time. "I know I messed up. I know I should have trusted you, should have talked to you," he confesses. "But… I never stopped caring. I never stopped thinking about you."

Your eyes soften just a fraction, but you keep your guard up. "You think that’s enough?” you ask quietly.

He pauses, searching your face, then finally speaks, “I don’t know if it’s enough. But it’s the truth.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air is thick with unsaid words, with years of feelings that had never been properly addressed. Your gaze flickers to the window, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. It feels like a metaphor for the two of you—standing in the light but still tangled in darkness.

Scaramouche takes a cautious step closer, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I just… I don’t want to lose you again. Not without trying, at least."

You bite your lip, your heart racing. You can feel the pull, that familiar warmth you thought you’d buried a long time ago. But you also feel the weight of everything that has happened, everything you’ve felt. "I don’t know, Scara," you finally say, your voice thick with emotion. "I need time. I need to think about what I want… what’s best for me."

He nods, a small, resigned smile on his lips. "Take all the time you need," he replies softly. "Just… promise you’ll think about it."

You nod, your expression unreadable. "I will," you whisper.

2 years later...

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36.5 – flashback !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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Scaramouche is sitting on the couch, strumming his guitar absentmindedly. You watch him from the kitchen, a mix of admiration and concern in your eyes. He's good, really good, and you know it. But with the band getting serious offers and with you getting accepted to T.U things are getting complicated.

"Yo, Scara," you call out, leaning against the counter. "You got a sec?"

He looks up, his fingers stilling on the strings. "What's up?"

"We gotta talk about yk the future," you say, crossing your arms. "You're getting big offers, and... I don't want to hold you back."

He frowns, setting his guitar down. "What are you saying? You think I should go?"

"I think you should follow your dreams," you say. "But I also don't want to lose you."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You won't lose me. I can have both, right? The band and you."

"It's not that simple," you reply. "You'll be touring, recording, always on the move. We won't get to see each other much."

He looks away, the tension building. "I know, but this is what I've always wanted. I can't just give it up."

"I get that," you say, looking down. "I just don't want us to fall apart because of it."

“I’ll find a way," he says, looking into your eyes as he slowly leans in to kiss your forehead “I promise”

The next few weeks are a blur. Scara is constantly busy with the band, barely texting back, and when he does, it's short, vague responses. You try to stay positive, but the distance is growing

One night, after another practice session runs late, he sends a message: "We need to talk. This isn't working."

A few more days pass. Nothing. Your heart sinks further with each unanswered call and unread message. Finally, you see a post on social media: Scaramouche's band announcing their first big tour.

You sit in silence, the realization hitting hard. Scaramouche has made his choice. He's gone, chasing his dreams, leaving you behind without a word. Ghosted.

It hurts, but you know you have to move on. Dreams have a way of taking people away, and sometimes, you just have to let go.

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36 – oopsie !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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As you slowly open your eyes, the harsh light across the room casts a painful glare. Your head throbs relentlessly, and confusion clouds your thoughts. Glancing over, you see Scara pacing restlessly, his steps echoing softly on the carpeted floor. Anger wells up inside you as the memories of last night flood back—how did you end up here, in this hotel room with him of all people? You shake him awake, your voice a harsh whisper that betrays your pounding headache.

"Scara," you hiss, "what on earth happened last night?"

He blinks groggily, sitting up and reaching out tentatively towards you. "You passed out. I tried calling everyone I knew to pick you up, but no one was available. So, I booked this room for us."

You stare at him incredulously, torn between frustration and a strange sense of gratitude. Emotions from the previous night's haze swirl inside you. "Why would you do that?" you demand, your voice wavering

Scaramouche sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and sincerity, wanting desperately to bridge the gap between you. "I still care about you, even after everything."

Your expression hardens, a defensive wall rising between you. "Don't," you interrupt sharply, your voice tinged with bitterness. "Don't pretend like you care now, after all this time.

Scaramouche sighs deeply, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he struggles to convey his sincerity. "I'm not playing games here. I still care about you, despite everything."

Your skepticism is palpable, and you cross your arms defensively. "How am I supposed to believe that now?" you retort sharply.

"Because it's true," Scaramouche insists, his tone firm yet tinged with exasperation. "I've tried reaching out before, but... you seemed happier, so I didn't."

You look away, wrestling with your own emotions. “Firstly... I just wanted a reason why you abandoned me like that.” The memories of past hurts and misunderstandings are a barrier you can't easily overcome. "You can't just say that and expect everything to be okay," you murmur, your voice wavering slightly.

Scaramouche takes a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration in check. "You want the truth? Fine." He takes another deep breath, his gaze searching yours with a mixture of regret and determination. "I had to do it for us, okay? I wasn't mad, nor did I want to abandon you. Looking back, it sounds stupid, but I knew if I told you I had to travel the country for my dream, you’d abandon yours."

You feel the weight of his words sink in as Scaramouche tries to explain, hoping to give you the closure you needed, even if it's years late. "I knew that if I talked to you about it, you’d try to compromise and set aside your dreams for me. And I didn’t want you to do that—not when you were so close to getting into your dream university."

He pauses, looking at you earnestly. "But guaranteed… my feelings haven't changed."

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35 – reunion !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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Ruffled purple hair, dazed gaze, scowl on his lips, out of all the places you just had to meet him when he's the reason you were there in this bar. Maybe it was a twist by fate or just the universe slapping salt onto an opened wound, definitely the second one.

Looking at him right now was different from looking at him at pictures or at the festival, unlike before they two were now face to face seeing the emotions in his eyes felt intimate even if the two were outside a bathroom in a bar. The familiar tension between them remained palpable. Words hung heavy in the air, suspended between them, as they struggled to find a way to break the awkward silence. Each carried a reservoir of unspoken emotions, a mixture of longing, regret, and unresolved feelings. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, as they grappled with the overwhelming urge to confront the past

“hi..” Scaramouche said his gaze, avoiding yours, his hands shaking. Who knew it was hard to confront your ex. “That's it ? Just a hi ?!” You spat resisting the urge to slap him

“I made a hate account, spread bad things about you, did lots and lots of stupid shit” your voice by now shaking your lips quivering yet manages to make eye contact with him

“Do i mean so little to you that…whatever it's stupid I know your answer already” You sighed, you wanted to say more, to ask him if you really mattered to him, but leaving without an answer might save you from another heartbreak. You heard his voice as you felt his hand on you, no words fell on your ears as everything started to be hazy as the last thing you saw was Scara looking at you with worry.

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02 - rise to stardom.

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₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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HOW HATERS DIE (HHD)

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YOU WERE under scrutiny of the one and only justsofamous for years and years before finding out who he is. constantly having to question your self-worth was a bigger downhill slope than the time you were begging your friends, crying and pleading, for them to go to a concert with you of an artist they all hated except you. but now that you're pretty much going through the motions of retracing your self esteem and your (extremely ironic) relationship with this guy who harassed you and then picked enough apples to win your heart, you started to consider moving in with him after he offered it enough times. only that, once you actually did...things started falling apart again for the two of you.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter fifteen — you need help (🎂)

Even if you felt an eery aura linger in the air, you counted on the warmer part of who you know to dispel it. Beidou was always that answer to you.

It’s been a while since you and her had some time to reflect on the weight of their shared past. The bakery was too busy nowadays to fathom the concept of meeting each other’s time together, any real conversation or emotions that wasn’t over text. Finding time was a simple rarity you didn’t even know you had, even lost in your own thoughts.

“You’ve got guts, kid,” Beidou paused, her eyes stared directly at the road, unmoving even once. She leaned back, the soft shuffle of her seat and clothes breaking the silence. Expression hardly there but a small smile, you turned towards her. “Not everyone is lucky to get this far.”

You looked back to the dashboard of the car, “I don’t think I’m following, I’m sorry.”

“When was the last time you got the chance to revisit your past…say, in a more effective way?” Beidou’s smile faded, more thoughtful and pondering. “Is that letter even helping you?”

You swallowed as the lump built in your throat. “Kazuha’s voice isn’t there anymore when I read it, but it’s still his handwriting.” You tried to rationalize, even though you knew Beidou was right. This letter was the only thing you could even date back to or his voice without revisiting baby photos and videos.

“I don’t know your situation,” Beidou said, still in mere wonder. “I don’t even know if this will help you in your hunt, but there’s a reason why you won’t go through your mom’s room. Don’t want to question it. I took the job of helping you out.”

“It’s okay, you were here when I needed it the most, I at least owe you an explanation.”

“Stop doing that, you owe yourself something none of us need, at the end of the day. When was the last time someone’s ever heard you out on how you feel other than your therapist?” Beidou’s tone was rough, but with little malcontent.

“I feel like that’s where I should put it anyway, all the meaty things,” You lowered your head. “It doesn’t take anything except my thoughts away, which was the point, I think? I don’t know…I think it’s better than letting someone else handle that baggage.”

Beidou didn’t answer you right away, allowing the silence settle between the both of you. A low hum of the car’s engine filling what was left of their thoughts. When she finally made out her words, she spoke quietly, almost contemplative. “You’re a very kind person to me. The least I can do for you is listen to what you have to say. It’s not like anyone else has the thought to.”

You didn’t know much about what people around you thought, having been so nestled in your own head that everything else you had going on seemed too much to ask from people. So as you began to hard focus on your thoughts, you began feeling the weight of grief settle over you. A heavy fog of regret, what’s been lost along with the heart you had, sharp and twisting in your wake, sensations that made it harder to forget now that it was back to the surface.

Your eyes welled, brain sending sharp signals to your fingertips, wet tear ducts, heart clutching in ruin. “Kazuha asked me…once she died if I wanted to leave her room alone or look through it so we could keep things in it. Looking at her room was really painful, but it was the way she left it and I didn’t want to change it. My mom really liked painting and would always paint every photo she took of us, even when the both of us wouldn’t pay attention to the photo. In those moments, mom would find strength to raise us again, even when she was still dying.”

Beidou reached over, hand finding yours on the console and giving it a squeeze of support. “We left it the way it was. I can’t go in that room ever again, not while she’s not there.” Your words poured out in liquid babble, unable to control your running lips. “I lost most of my forevers.”

Beidou squeezed at your hand ever so slightly after pulling up to her home, anchoring the weight of the situation with just a sympathetic sigh. “You’re too hard on yourself, kid. It’s disappointing,” She steadily said, “I just hope this tape makes you feel better.”

“Tape?” You blinked your wet lashes, looking up. You had to admit, your heart started sinking.

“Come inside.” Beidou could only answer with, opening the car door and locking it once you exited.

You weren’t a frequent guest of Beidou’s house, mainly because Kazuha was the sole one to come over here, but when you did have the access you venerated at the work. The home stood at a more narrow street and it was painted with a navy blue, almost black, the coating of the home standing proud and alive with the weathered fading giving it a story to tell. She walked you through the uneven path of cobblestone, moss lurking and steadily growing in the crevices.

Leading to the porch, a broad and sturdy platform that could have easily been the bow of an ancient ship dated back from centuries creaked under your feet. You entered the room to Beidou’s home, looking in amazement at tacked up world maps that were aging gradually in the living room. “Wow…” You couldn’t help but drawl.

“Like it? Things didn’t really change in the past few years, just got older.” She met in front of the shelves after setting her things down on the couch. Shelves crammed with books extending floor to ceiling, spines of the tomes cracked, faded. She took out a box, labeled with big red letters something you couldn’t exactly make out, but became ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ once she got closer.

“No, yeah! It looks amazing! Now I know why Kazuha always used to come here.” You chirped, admiring the work that was done compared to when you were last here. You sat down on the soft couch, your heart full in your body, but you didn’t know if it was from anxiousness or general expectancy.

“Here,” Beidou said, her eyes meeting yours with a more serious outlook. “Me, Kazuha, and a few other friends made this time capsule in high school. It was time to open it up, and…none of us wanted to touch his stuff, so we wanted to give his tape to you. He recorded it a long time ago, just thought maybe they’d help you remember some things.”

Your breath caught in your throat, fingers trembling while you reached your hand out to open the now cleaner box that was probably buried. You looked in, there were multiple tapes that he put in this box, some looking more wear and tear than others.

Fingers grazed against the plastic of the tape, with the words in your brother’s handwriting of his name. Beidou moved the old cassette player sitting in the corner for you to put it in. With a heavy heart, you picked up one of the tapes and entered it, deftly sliding it into the player and pressing play.

The TV lit up automatically, a moment of static in your veins, as your eyes glued to the screen. Your shoulders dropped at the familiar sight of your and Kazuha’s old school.

The camera in the moment was moving aggressively around until an unidentified voice started calling. “Kazuha, this is your tape! Say something funny!” The voice caught his attention on the screen.

His confused eyes looked around, almost expecting more of an answer. “Well, I need more than that. Give me something to make a joke about.”

“That’s the thing, it’s supposed to be on the spot!”

“I know nobody who’s able to make a joke on the spot without getting made fun of.” Kazuha replied, his soft voice ringing in your ears.

“You know damn well Kazuha has no capability of writing anything on the spot other than HAIKUS ABOUT LEAVES.” Beidou’s younger voice rang in the footage, “Leave him alone! Go find someone else to torment!” She said, her hand covering the screen.

“I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING—”

The tape ended, your eyes were slowly filling with tears as you scrambled to take the tape out and put another one in. Each tape you watched, Beidou would make certain comments or give a laugh, letting you know of the good times they had, but all you could think about was how fortunate you were to be listening to these right now. Revelry of your brother’s successions, watching him to find a way to cope while he’s gone.

“(Y/N)! Li— listen to me,” Kazuha said in the tape, him looking at the screen while in the background there’s chaos of a New Year’s Eve party. It caused you to widen your eyes, distraught. He looked a little tipsy, his cheeks reddened in the video, but his look still remained soft. “You had a hard time tonight without your ex. You’ll be older one day. And when you do get there…realize that happiness is the most fundamental element of finding who you are. You are anything but a facade of the people who came before and after you, but an amalgamation of why you’re respected among many. Keep your dreams, keep your mind. You’re the strongest person I know…! I love you. Be that person through all tribulations.”

After that, Kazuha stared at the screen, spaced out from how much he drank at that party. But eventually someone called him over and he shut off the tape. Your body wracked into shambles, crying out after the tears built up so much in your eyes that you spilled oceans.

Everything, and you mean everything came back to you. You remembered the Sunday mornings that you two would take care of the old oak tree, you remember when your mother would join you two to bake tiny treats together, there was a rule in the home where if you wanted to have sweets you must make them yourself. You remember the laughs, the smiles, Kazuha’s joy seeing you, your mother’s joy knowing you were happy.

You remembered how soft Kunikuzushi used to be, even if it was a now fleeting memory in your heart. You had to move on.

You wailed once the tape cut off. “Beidou,” Your voice trembled helplessly, moving your body over to claw at her shirt, feeling yourself get lightheaded. “Beidou, we have to find him! We have to!” You panicked, shoulders shaking from how hard you cried. “He’s out there somewhere…he wants me to find him!”

Beidou sat there stunned as she wrapped her arms around you, who was clawing at her shirt valiantly. Steadying your shaking frame, she rested her chin gently atop your head. “Yeah,” She said, knowing the floodgates were opened at last. “We’ll find him.”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter fourteen — goodbye john lennon

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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ELYSIAN ♫

24. The Manuscript: ELYSIAN

Notes:

FINAL CHAPTER!! I didn’t expect a lot of people to read this, but here we are. This is my first smau, it’s not perfect, but if you stuck with it, I really really really appreciate you. So thank you for reading and leaving funny comments (of hating a made-up character) Thank you for being a part of my notifications loll

I also have a tartaglia/childe fic next if you’re interested in reading that :)

Damn this lasted for 7 months, I guess I love the number 7

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter thirteen — arson (🎂)

“Why…” You sobbed to yourself that morning, tone bubbling in your throat as you held your knees close.

The sky lightened and lightened the further the time closed in on dawn. Painted in the hues of soft pastels broke through, kissing the lavender and rose. You sat on the sand in the least high maintenance outfit you could think of that night, and set out to the nearby isolated walkway to the beach near your brother’s house. The problem was that you were there all night, expunging the tears off your face with your sleeves and dealing with the morning chill biting at your skin with no means to an end to your misery. No numb to your inner aching.

Your tears fell freely, soaking into your cheeks, falling onto half-wet sand. Unable to contain the sobs that wracked your body, your heaves and wails muffled into the sleeve of your now ex-boyfriend’s sweater. His sweater clinging onto you like the shore with its heavy mist.

The serenity was blatantly mocking you and comparing to the raging war in your mind. Your brother, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed this part of the beach. It’s probably why this was the first place he thought to go to search for you. He loved it, of course, more than you did on a regular basis too. He loved that this was the spot that you, him, and your mother would spend so much time around in the summers because of how little population there was. He loved the miniature sand dollars he would find washed up against one of the rocks sometimes, he’d even find a few anemones to poke and gently prod with his finger until they closed up tightly.

So it came to a more distinguished concern when he sat beside you silently while you sobbed in broken waves. Your breathing turning into heaving with every sniffle and wail. Those same memories Kazuha had enjoyed were slipping through your fingers, just like the sand you clung to.

“I’m sorry,” You choked out, throat sore and voice hoarse as you buried your face in your knees, trying to hide your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “You didn’t have to check on me…I’ll be okay.”

Kazuha gave you a moment to recollect your words,” There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He smiled after replying, hugging his knees together as well as he looked straight at the sea instead of you.

You two learned from a very young age the consolation could be many things to many people, and this was their. Sitting together in silence, meshing with each other’s energy and attempting to heal the other if there was a disturbance. There were hardly any words to exchange other than the obvious, there were no signs of gloating nor false sympathies until one of them wants to discuss how they feel. As for now…people pushing problems on you felt a lot more burdensome than usual.

“My heart hurts.” You shook your head, fresh tears spilling over your face. “I wish I knew what he wanted sooner. I know he was struggling, I wanted to help him, but he just pushed me away and I felt really conflicted! I wanted last night to be perfect, I mean, we were at the festival for the first time since mom died and…and!”

“And you felt like you were talking in front of a locked door?” Kazuha looked at you, to which you hide your face in your arms as you listened. “You don’t know who will stay here with you and who won’t, and that’s okay.”

“I don’t know if I could’ve done more or not.” You drawled, struggling not to just burst into tears again. “Maybe he needed someone, and I was too busy on the one day he wanted to ask for my help.”

Kazuha’s hand reached out, placing a light hand on your back and rubbing it in circles. “The most interesting thing about life is that it never stops, even when you’re having a good time. We’re ignorant to things happening around us with our loved ones…all because we ourselves aren’t feeling necessarily sad enough to address them. That’s not a judgement on our character, but he’s capable of taking care of himself too, just like us.”

You felt ashamed knowing that the only time you had to spend with your brother was during the time that you keep getting curveballs thrown at you. “I don’t know,” You sniffed. “I doubt that we had time to think about ourselves with mom.”

“Mom…didn’t tell us she was getting sicker until it was too late.” He sighed softly, eyes still fixed on the riding sun, but a little more defeated this time. “There were signs, but I guess that just proves my point.”

“I think did what you could…mom is watching us sometimes, too. Sometimes the dreamcatcher she really liked rings when there’s no wind.”

You both sit there in silence, listening to the soft lapping of waves. Talking about mom almost drew you away from the fact that you were in hysterics about your former lover, which made you more sad that you couldn’t have either one. The sky brightened more, pastels giving leeway to the golden warmth of the early morning. It casted a soft glow on everything it touched, and for a split second, it almost felt like this was the peace you needed. With your brother, the one you knew better than anyone.

Kazuha’s hand was still on your back, grounding you from the situation again, but reminding you of the new coming problem that you had school in ten minutes.

“Someday I hope you have the same memories that I do about this place, good or bad.” Kazuha finally said, soft and reflective. “It’s where our happiest moments show up, you’ve made a great connection with it already by yourself. Now you just need to let your own mind come to terms with it.”

You chuckled amidst your full throat. “That’s a little silly…why would I want to keep the bad memories with me if the main goal is to heal?”

He didn’t respond right away, but he tilted his head enough to lean against your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “For a reflection, I hope.”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter twelve — summoning demons

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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ELYSIAN ♫

23. A therapist? ✎

Scaramouche fears no man.

But he does fear four women.

1. Ei — his mother

2. Yae Miko — his mother’s “friend”

3. Nahida — his aunt

4. You — the highlight of his life

There’s no particular order. It depends on the day. Although tonight, that might be the case.

The bamboo pendant lamp hangs beautifully in the intricate walls if Uyuu Restaurant. An order of Tricolor Dango, Shimi Chazuke, Fukuuchi Udon, and Halvamazd scatter along the floor table. Scara settles across his mother. Yae Miko finds the spot next to her and beside him, Nahida chats away with the restaurant owner who introduces himself and the specialties he’d prepared in advance.

Four dishes for four people.

“What a funny guy! What’s his name again?” Yae Miko asks after the owner left.

“I believe it’s Okazaki Rikuto,” Nahida answers as she scans the roster of food available. Scara notices the eagerness in her eyes. Sometimes, his aunt resembles that of a child – if only she wasn’t so perceptive.

“Care to share your thoughts?” Nahida asks.

There it is – as always.

Scara clears his throat, “No. Let’s eat.”

It will have to wait.

Minutes of uncomfortable silence fills the room. A wave of anxiety begins to envelop Scara’s thoughts. Considering his intrepid personality, he’s sure that even outsiders can tell the absurdity of his actions – from fumbling his chopsticks to checking his phone every passing second. It’s a telltale sight. He curses himself.

“Whatever you wanted to discuss with us, you should do it now,” Ei states calmly. Although It’s not a suggestion, rather a demand.

Scara clears his throat a second time. There’s hesitation in his words. But stalling will get him nowhere, “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Yae Miko looks up grinning, “A therapist?”

The urge to say “fuck you” and hold up a middle finger begins to increase.

“Miko,” his mother warns. Scara can’t tell the expression Ei is wearing – he can never tell with her. He hates that. She is uncertainty, someone he’ll never fully understand.

Nahida interjects, “Is it [name]? I’ve seen articles and comments.”

Scara nods.

Always so perceptive.

Yae Miko Gasps, a hand over her mouth, “Oh the poor girl. I can’t believe she chose you.”

“Miko!” Ei screams.

A simple “fuck you” might not be enough. One more comment from the pink haired lady and they’ll have to call the ambulance – and it’s not for the right reasons.

Yae Miko looks at him with false pity, “You do know, it’s bad to lie–”

Ei cuts her off, “When can we meet her?”

Scara is caught off guard in the best way possible.

A genuine smile is written on his mother’s face – satisfaction.

“You should’ve invited her tonight,” Nahida added, “I’m a big fan of her work.”

He’s dreaming. He has to be.

“I had no faith in you,” Yae Miko says matter-of-factly.

Nevermind. He’s not dreaming.

“Look, you were a socially awkward child – a problem child, even now.”

He’s never been in a cat fight, but today might be it. Should he pull the top of her hair first or the bottom? Which one would be more efficient, he wonders. Venti would know.

“I mean Ei, do you remember the time–”

Or perhaps he should ask Heizou for blackmail materials. Then perhaps his mother would finally cut her off. Taking down the Yae Publishing House… What an exciting thought.

Scara tunes out the voice of his primary hater.

“Next time, you and [name] should visit Tenshukaku. I’d love to meet her,” his mother says in-between giggles.

“You’re not upset?” He asks, just to make sure.

Ei looks offended, “Why would I be?”

“Well–” He halts, not sure of what to say, “Because of the scandals…”

He doesn’t care about those trivial issues, but they might.

Nahida giggles, “For someone who doesn’t seem to care about people’s opinions, you sure are obedient today.“

“I just wanted to make sure.”

Ei shakes his head, “I know I never told you this, but I’ve always wanted the best for you,” She hesitates, “I apologize for making it hard for you to tell me simple things like this. I’m not a perfect mother, but I’m glad you’re sharing a part of your life with me – with us.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, merely nods.

If you were here, you would’ve loved them and they would’ve loved you.

He’s sure of that now. He’s wrong for doubting them.

“But anyway, is there something [name] would like? I can send her newly-made desserts from the shop.”

Yae Miko interjects, “Does she read light novels? I can give her a discount.”

“Or maybe she likes plants? Have you given her Padisarahs? Rainbow Roses? It’s supposed to mean passion and romantic encounters,” Nahida suggests.

Ei lights up, “Oh I know! A copy of your childhood photo album – you were an adorable kid.”

“Mom!”

“Hey, I’m sure she’d want it.”

She’s right.

Notes:

in a world where everyone is happy 😃

kept this in the basement for too long

next chapter is the last chapter then the extras

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter eleven — oh!

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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ELYSIAN ♫

22. Thriving, like always ✎

“Write your name.”

Scara looks at you with a bewildered expression, brows raised, but he does what he’s told. He grabs your small pocket knife and carves his name, Kuni, next to yours. He admires his handwriting before looking back at you, “This is vandalism.”

“When did you start being obedient?” You ask while writing a large heart around your names, before pulling out a camera to take a picture of the willow tree, “Besides, lots of other couples do this. Have you looked around the forest?”

Scara rolls his eyes and crosses his arms–a playful smile on his face, “I thought I was your best friend.”

“You agreed with it!”

“You took it way too far,” He looks away, sounding hurt. You almost feel bad, until a small smirk appears on his face.

Liar. He should consider acting full-time.

You play along anyway, “Then how should I make it up to you?”

“Walk with me.”

That’s simple enough. Suspiciously simple.

“Are you plotting something?” You ask, “You’re not that petty, right?”

He doesn’t respond, but offers his hand, waiting for you to hold it, “Didn’t you want to make it up with me?”

You grabbed his hand and he kissed yours, leaving you flustered.

“Grant me a promise,” His tone is serious but gaze soft.

You nod.

“Promise me you won’t listen to what people say. That you won’t waste your energy on Inez–I’ll worry about that. I want you to focus on yourself, including your happiness. That no matter what happens you’ll live a fulfilled life.

“That’s a lot to ask.”

“Do you promise?”

“If you stay by my side forever.:

He chuckles, “As if I’ll ever leave you.”

“Then your wish is granted.”

Notes:

i accidentally deleted the first draft of this, so i had to redo everything

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter ten — obliterate him 🎂

It's not often they were in such close proximity to each other.

The car hummed softly while the two of them, Kuni and Xiao, sat inside while silence lingered. It was thick and awkward, punctuating only by the occasional clearing of the throat or a rustle of clothing as one of them shifted uncomfortably.

There were hardly any words spoken between them as it is, it was harder to think that either of them knew exactly what the other was thinking. Regardless, Xiao kept his eyes on the road, fingers tapping lightly on the wheel. The silence was comfortable, as they both didn't claim the energy they gave off, but it would have been unbearable for the others.

Kuni stared out the window, watching all scenery pass by in a slow pace. The bakery only a few miles away from them but it felt all the more interminable, stretched out by prolonged quietude. It was better than Lumine hounding him.

Finally, the silence was broken by a stiff and gravelly sigh from the bassist. "You're not this irritating on a regular day."

"Perceptive finally?" Kuni asked, pressed against his seat in defeat. "That's what happens when you deal with the usual existential dread. You know how it is."

"Still not grounds to act out. Makes it uncomfortable for everyone." Xiao lips twitched. "There's always a way to regulate your emotions better. Unless you have a reason for why you're being difficult."

His shoulders laxed, eyebrows furrowing at the flood of memories he was forced to revisit. "Like I ever gave a fuck how uncomfortable people are around me." He scoffed to himself. "It's not my job to coddle the people around me just to show that I have empathy. What do I have to prove to anyone?"

And there it was; half of a reason to his outlandish bursts of rage. He couldn't really tell whether he was genuine with how he feels or not, but the longer he listened to his reason, the more he realized how contradictory he was in his attitude. Like everything revolved around him, and the minute it doesn't, he'll come up with reasons why everybody else is the problem except for him on why it's annoying.

The other took short glances at him, voice low and steady. "You don't have to be kind," He paused. "You have to be content. It makes everyone around you as miserable as you are when you're not content, and it pushes them away. I'm guessing you see the similarities, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so defensive."

Kuni took it in with a heavy heart. One that boiled with confusion and mirth, but also...in a way, he understood that the other was right. All his thoughts were just violent reactions to impulsively spew, to exude when he was filled with callousness to the point where it explodes and implodes at the same time. He wasn't the flower people wanted him to be, which stung, but it was irreparable to him.

He hummed in response with resignation, mulling over Xiao's words over and over again. But as always, in an attempt to get the last word in, he clenched at his jaw. "Don't put yourself in my shoes, you're not going to understand how I operate any time soon."

Xiao parked the car and turned to him after taking the laminated letter, still in perfect condition as he looped the mask over his ear. "If I put myself in your shoes, I wouldn't live at all." He said, nothing to give him on his expression that would insult him further. "Let's go."

The other scowled, opening the car door with a bit more force than necessary. The cool air was a stark difference from the blazing heat they were withstanding inside of the company and their negligence with the air conditioning. He stepped out, stuffing his hand into his pocket to put his mask on.

The shop was always charming looking, with the mouthwatering scent of freshly baked desserts every hour that sell out quick. The bell above the door jingled softly as they entered the store, and Kuni was able to fully absorb what your store even looked like at all. It was perfect, you were putting a lot of work into this building for years.

You had everything in mind, from the way you mapped out and drew every piece you wanted to decorate the bakery, to the flooring and the placement. It looked exactly like the layout you drew in school. Except with all of the sweet treats, and the sickly pastry scent to him, it was supposed to be your very own veterinarian office.

He glanced around bitterly, taking in the rows of delicacies displayed behind the glass. The golden crusts and colorful frostings momentarily stung at the wound that was already there.

Something wicked snapped inside of him seeing all of your employees smile as you spoke to them, hiding behind your mask of imminent anxiousness. He had to stifle it yet again, a surge of emotions overwhelming his head. His thoughts twisted and turned in fight, everything you once dreamed of became into a shitshow. The bitter taste of regret lingered in his mouth, which made him angrier.

With the moderately-sized line in question, Xiao motioned towards you to Kuni, him slowly following after. He stopped you in time to get you to turn around. "This is yours."

You slowly looked at the two of them, before looking down at the letter. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you gasped inwardly, feeling tears well up. "Is that you, Xiao? Where did you find this?"

"You dropped it."

You scrambled to take it out of his hands, your nose leaking from how hard you bursted into tears. "Thank you...thank you...I'm sorry you had to come all this way, it must have slipped my mind to ask Miss Ei..."

Kuni couldn't help but laugh patronizingly. "Oh yeah? It slipped your mind? You're a joke."

You froze, recognizing that voice from anywhere. Your tension grew heavy all of a sudden, heart dropping a second time like clockwork. Xiao shot him a warning look, brows knitting together in frustration. "Did I say something wrong?"

"This is all we came here for," Xiao responded sharply, eyes looking to obliterate him if he continued his act. "Unless you have something else to say."

"I have a lot to say, albeit, nothing nice for klutzy bitches who we have to pick up after." His jaw set in defiance as he sucked at his teeth. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Defeated as he left, Xiao's eyes looked back at you. "This will be the first and last time I'll show up here," He continued. "It causes a lot more trouble than it's worth."

You nodded, standing there as you reread the found letter again. Over and over again until you felt better. You took a deep breath you felt like you haven't gotten to in a long time, trying to steady yourself. "I'm sorry for being so much trouble. I really appreciate that you came all this way."

He nodded, his hardened expression softening as he looked at you. There was something he didn't know about, and even though he wasn't too interested in figuring it out, there was something off here. "I'm going now."

"Wait," You weakly stopped him as he was about to leave. "Can I send you guys off with some sweets?" You asked quietly, your voice trembling as you managed a smile. "To thank you. This letter really means a lot to me..."

"No." He waved you off, tone firm. "Tell him I'm waiting."

You watched him leave, another chime of the bell as an indicator. You felt yourself beam again, reading the letter a fifth time as you tried to retrace your brothers voice in the letter. You failed again, hoping one day you'd find it. Feeling somewhat of a bigger confidence than usual, you kept it with you, the lamination on the letter

As you were about to head back to the kitchen, you turned the corner only to be aggressively pulled into the nearest bathroom. Your arm was yanked behind you so hard that you yelped, twinging something in your shoulder.

"What the fuck is all this?" He hissed in a dangerous whisper, grip loosening as he flung your arm back to your body. "If you want to waste your life on this desperate attempt to belong, fine, but don't bring all of us into your shit too."

Your eyes shook, rubbing your shoulder as you kept the letter tucked under your thumb. "I don't really get the vet stuff you mentioned...I'm trying to find out what you meant."

"Another thing that pisses me off, you're such a faker, it's amazing! How long has that been a thing to get my attention?" His voice raised, getting closer to your face as he took the mask off. "Huh? Look me in the fucking eye and tell me you don't remember anything."

"I don't," You replied firmly, your resolve wavering. "I don't know how to prove it to you, it's not something I can recall right now...I'm sorry."

"Aw, you're sorry?" His voice dripped with a baby-ish tone this time. "You've been babied to shit, and now you think that you're untouchable. You're a fucking coward, not even worthy of my time. Running away from your problems and making it my problem... who's the first person my mom shits on whenever you make a choices that fucks over the both of us? Look at me."

Your eyes welled up. "I don't know what you're talking about..." You forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. "I just wanted to do something other than mope! I didn't want to stay at home all day..! I'm sorry." You dry heaved.

He let out a bitter laugh, stepping back once he ripped the letter out of your hands. "What even is this? You had it laminated and everything..." He read it in amazement. "This is what you been freaking the fuck out over, huh?"

"Please give it back." You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "It's really important..."

"I bet, you fucking hypocrite." His eyes were voice, flashing with anger and something else— something that looked almost like hurt. "You talk a lot about moving forward for someone who runs away from their pain. Who always wants an out to their suffering, who wants to take up space they're not fucking needed in."

You stepped back when he moved closer to you, your back against the wall as you reached your arm out towards the letter, wincing at your own actions. "I didn't mean to intrude on your life again...your mom invited me. I didn't know it was to get us to make up again. I'll stay out, I promise." You continued speaking, rambling on desperately to get him to hand the letter back to you.

He stared at you for a long moment, his face twisted in disgust as he watched you grovel for this mere letter in his hands. It was taking out more from you than you realized at the moment, but you were out of options. As you begged and pleaded in whispers, he threw the letter on the ground and grabbed your face.

His grip was firm on you, nails digging into your cheeks as he made you look directly into his eyes. "You think you're so special." He hissed, voice dripping with the most poisonous venom imaginable. "So important that everyone drops everything in a heartbeat for you. You think you can just waltz back into my home, pretend like nothing happened, and I won't fuck you up for what you did to me? I'm here now, so what's up?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, the intensity of what was happening was causing you to choke on your tears. "I'll leave you alone...I promise."

His eyes narrowed in amusement, finding a sliver of humor and shallow lust in your fear, before leaning forward and locking his lips with yours as a response.

A kiss so fierce and consuming, you trembled against him, hardly even reciprocating but feeling your heart flutter at his gesture. A memory you didn't want to remember resurfaced again, of you singing for his birthday and his bitterness longed with passion in the past.

Now? It was terrifying; it wasn't gentle or kind, but raw and intense. Filled with vexation, something deeper that even he couldn't identify. Your head spun while his hands moved from your cheeks to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he gripped at your hair. He took a lock and pushed your head closer.

He tasted the same as he did so long ago. And it hurt you.

As sudden as it began, and while you were relaxing, he pulled away. His eyes dark and stormy as he stared into your eyes, continuously flicking from the letter and back to him. He felt rough and unsteady, and something in him told him that he overstayed his welcome enough. "No," He paused, muttering low and cocky. "It's not the same."

With that he left, the door swinging behind him shut and you immediately scrambling for the letter that was on the floor, feeling your breath be pried away from you again as you lost it. You leaned against the sink, feeling your tears dry on your face as you cried harder.

"Kazuha..." You cried out with red eyes, your voice drawling.

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter nine — little baby bitch boy

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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ELYSIAN ♫

21. FEEL(IN)G OV(E)R (Z)EALOUS

Notes:

3 more chapters

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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