Old Xian #19天# 番外小短篇。(#19days# Side Story)

hiiii!!! may i request fragrant mashed potatoes + sweet madame + mint jelly and pop’s teas + dango milk + ketchup <3 maybe like back when he was still kunikuzushi, he had a lover, and before joining the fatui he promised to return to them? tyy!!

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order: we’ll meet again

date: scaramouche (w/ gn!reader)

receipt: fragrant mashed potatoes (scaramouche) + sweet madame (reunion) + mint jelly and pop’s teas (fluff with comfort) + dango milk (normal/normal au) + ketchup (hc scenario/bulleted form)

spices: spoilers to inazuma archon quest, spoilers to scaramouche’s real name, fluff/comfort, mentions of fighting, reader can shapeshift into a fox like yae, and this fic takes place during the 2.2 event (except scaramouche doesnt show up in the actual event)

ingredients: he promised that he’ll come back to you as soon when he grows powerful enough. he just didn’t think he’ll meet you this way.

chef’s note: wahh this is such a cute idea !! tysm anon for requesting, i hope this is to your liking <<3

there was once a time when scaramouche went by another name.

kunikuzushi was a name that’s nothing but a reminder of a harbinger’s past. a reminder of a mere prototype puppet who was kicked out by the raiden shogun herself, a “wandering eccentric“ who goes by no name until an act of revenge against a certain blacksmith,

and a lover of a certain inazuman who resides in tatarasuna, working under the guuji of the grand narukami shrine.

scaramouche could only wonder aimlessly if you were still waiting for him after so many years. are you still working for the grand narukami shrine? are you still as kind as he used to know you before when he first met you? do you even remember him if you ever see him?

the harbinger could only cover his face with his hat in shame. shamed that he never got the chance to come back again after so many years even when he vowed to return just for you.

the vow still stands in his empty chest that holds no heart, but would you say the same?

“fear not, dear kunikuzushi.” you said reassuringly, patting the man’s head with a smile. “no matter how time has long passed, i will always be here in inazuma waiting for you.”

you then gave him a large hat, something that he swears to himself to cherish. “take this as my farewell gift. if you ever miss me as much as i will be to you in the near future, you could always wear this hat and remember me.”

will you ever know how he rarely removes the very hat that you gave him?

you hoped he did.

you hoped, just like how a loved one does when a soldier goes to a war, that your dearest kunikuzushi is alright. you hoped, just like how a lover does when they think about their spouse, that he is happy as he could ever be even if you’re not the reason. you hoped, just like how a lover does when they’re away from their spouse, that he still thinks about you just as much as you do with him.

you just keep hoping and hoping as years go by, often visiting the place where you bid him farewell whenever you have the chance, only to sigh in dismay when you couldn’t see kunikuzushi anywhere.

“i suspect that i might find you here,” yae miko spoke up, walking towards you with a small smile on her face. “i was looking for you around the shrine for a task. is something on your mind?”

you slowly look away from the view of your old home that’s now ruined by the harsh thunderstorms in the past, looking at the guuji with a reassuring smile. “i’m just checking up on my old home as the usual, i apologize for not coming back sooner and worry you.” you replied.

“no need for the apologies. it’s not like this is your first time getting away and get distracted.” the woman reassures you with a chuckle.

there was no single soul who’s aware of your relationship with the lone puppet that the raiden shogun discarded except yae miko. although the woman isn’t quite fond of how you’re often distracted unlike before, she couldn’t blame you.

it’s just a shame that the fatui found him, the woman knows fully well that he won’t be able to come back to inazuma anytime soon but didn’t see the point in telling you, not wanting to destroy that hopeful look plastered on your face that she had grown used to see everyday.

“may i ask what task would you like me to fulfill, lady yae?” you ask.

“i’m afraid it’s not like any other tasks i’ve given you,” she warns, crossing her arms with an apologetic smile. “i need you to keep an eye on a certain harbinger that’s been lurking around the land. he’s a tall ginger-haired man with a hydro vision.”

you felt yourself stiffen at the mention of harbinger. “…does this harbinger have something to do with… kuni?” you ask hesitantly.

the woman shrugs in response. “unfortunatley i’m not exactly sure of the purpose of the harbinger’s visit to inazuma, but i suspect it has something to do with kunikuzushi and the electro gnosis – which is why i need you to keep an eye on him for now and see if he’s going to cause trouble.”

your heart leaped at the guuji mentioning your lover’s name. does this mean he hasn’t left the nation?

”i.. i’ll see what i can do, lady yae.“ you spoke, bowing your head to the woman before rushing down from the mountain, leaving yae miko alone with herself.

“..i could only hope to ei that you’ll manage to encounter kunikuzushi, y/n.” the woman mumbled, sighing before walking away towards her shrine.

—

it took you an hour to finally find the harbinger that yae described.

sure, it was a hassle, but after exploring and asking certain adventurers exploring, you manage to find the harbinger that’s been lurking around narukami island.

you stood behind one of the sakura trees disguised as a fox, watching the eleventh harbinger walking out from the place where the traveler and his friends ran in, causing your eyebrows to furrow. why did he come out from it alone? did he lay harm on the traveler?

“where could he be?” childe mumbles with a sigh, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the area. “he better owe me a thrilling battle by the time i catch that man.”

could he be talking about kunikuzushi, you wonder?

you slowly sneak around the harbinger, curious with the harbinger’s words. surely if the ginger is looking for your lover, then that means he could still be here and hasn’t left the island with the gnosis, right?

you stopped pacing when you realized something.

if… kuni is actually here, then why didn’t he come visit you?

you could feel your blood running cold from that thought alone, mouth slightly open in shocked. surely kuni would actually come to you when he had the chance..? but then again, he didn’t even show himself when he came here for the raiden shogun’s gnosis.

“oh? i haven’t seen a fox like you in the wilderness before..” childe spoke up, looking down at you with a curious look on his face. “you must be a rare breed. you don’t look like those foxes from that village nearby.”

you paid no mind to how the harbinger now stands in front of you, frozen from the thoughts that suddenly made your heart dropped in dread. if kunikuzushi is in inazuma right now, where could he be? why didn’t he come visit you like he promised? did he.. forget about you?

“unless…” childe then smiles menacingly. “you could be one of those beings that can shapeshift.”

the harbinger’s words were enough for you to finally cut yourself off from your thoughts, immediately stepping away from the man as he summons his blades. you should’ve paid more attention to your mission! yae would’ve been disappointed if she finds out that you got carried away by your dumb thoughts!

before things could escalate even more, the harbinger suddenly drops his weapons.

you watched in confusion at the sight of childe letting out a gasp, clenching his teeth at the sudden overwhelming pain inside his body.

“don’t you dare lay a hand on them.”

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

…kunikuzushi?

you immediately felt alarmed from the purple smoke surrounding both you and childe — who’s now on his knees to the cold ground trying to breathe. “is this… is this one of your stupid— stupid traps, balladeer?” he asks, clutching his chest.

without hesitation, you turn around and see your lover in all his glory, standing a few steps away from you as he glares at the fallen harbinger.

“and here i thought i was better off with leaving you alone and fool you about my whereabouts,” he spoke to childe, clenching his fists. “but you just had to try and fight my lover.”

“and here i thought… i thought the ferocious balladeer wouldn’t have someone to call a lover.” the eleventh harbinger retorts with a smirk, only to gasp out for air when scaramouche suddenly makes the air around him more venomous.

“come, y/n,” he calls out to you in a soft tone- something that took you by surprise because of his sudden change of tone. “let’s get out of here before that rascal gets his hands on us.”

he didn’t have to ask twice.

—

“are you out of your mind? why the hell did you go to that harbinger of all people?! he could’ve killed you if it weren’t for me intervening!” he scolds you as the both of you stay in a camp that’s far away from where childe was, both of you were panting in exhaustion from running away.

“i apologize.. but please believe me when i say i didn’t mean to have my cover get revealed.” you said, not bothering to change your fox form. “i just.. got distracted by my thoughts.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “and what could possibly got you distracted?!”

“..i.. i was wondering why you didn’t visit me when you came here for.. the gnosis.” you hesitantly explained, looking away from your lover’s strong gaze in shame. “i just.. i just felt confused a-and maybe hurt that you probably didn’t want to see me after so many years.”

the both of you fell silent.

scaramouche stares deeply at your fox form, feeling conflicted.

“…change back to your normal form.” he commands, causing you to frown in confusion. what is he planning to do, exactly?

nevertheless, you followed your lover’s command and instantly changed back into your human form once more, still looking down at the ground with a frown plastered on your face.

your eyes widens when you felt arms wrapped around your body into a hug.

“you idiot,” he whispered. “you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this ever since i saw you in the place where i left.”

your breath hitches from his words. he… he saw you? he’s been visiting the place as well?

you quickly hug your lover back as well, lips quivering. “why didn’t you come to me if you saw me then? did you.. did you not want to see me ye—”

“god no,” scaramouche interrupts, clinging onto you tighter than before. “don’t you dare think that i’d hate to see you or forgot about you! i just didn’t know if you wanted to see me…”

you let out a laugh, realizing that the both of you were thinking the same thing. “of course i wanted to see you for so long dummy..”

the both of you stayed in the position for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth for as long as you’ve desired after so many years of being separated.

“i miss you.” you both said to each other at the same time out loud.

FFFUCCKK I ACCIDEJTALLY POSTED YHE CHILDE DRAFT.

Now how do i return it to the draft:/

Gaz: What’s your biggest fear?

(Y/n): One of us dying. I’m not really scared of anything else to be honest.

Gaz: What about you dying?

(Y/n), smiling: That’s my biggest hope.

Price, appearing out of nowhere: Stop.

Relationship hcs for Eliza, Filla, Ms. Fortune, Parasoul, and Valentine?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood mention, violence mention, slight(??) spoilers for those who dont know the girls’ lore

| Filia |

- Eddie and Venom whomst

- Legit, this is literally like what would happen if you dated Eddie and Venom except they’re from a shounen horror anime. Get used to Samson butting in whenever you and Filia we’re supposed to go on dates for just the two of you. It slowly became bearable, with Samson having to lessen his quips about everything and Filia having to be less angry to Samson. It was awkward at first, most other times frustrating, but things worked out in the end.

- She’s a high schooler, so expect majority of your dates to consist of visiting cute little cafes or diners that she spots. Most of them were for real cheap that her wallet is happy of despite her lineage and the aesthetics of the cafes were so cute that it’s a win-win. Even Samson wasn’t complaining about how the food tastes.

- Such a shy girl when she’s with her partner. Samson just loves it when his host acts so flustered towards her mate that it gives him prime opportunity to use Filia’s hair to leave teasing touches; when you two are hugging, he pinches Filia’s waist just so she can hug tighter. You might get a laugh out of it but Filia can’t help but pout at Samson for being a jerk.

- She thinks that kissing you on the areas closest to your lips are pretty daring so she makes it a mission to kiss the entirety of your face except your lips. You find this cute, but there’s nothing that Filia can stop when you’re the one who starts initiating small pecks on her lips.

| Eliza |

- This… person… is a fickle thing. She’s survived centuries of deceptions and hidden deals that having a significant other in her many different lives is a joke that she can laugh over with craft beer.

- She won’t be taking this relationship seriously as regular couples. As much as it stings, she’s already abandoned her heart a long time ago. She and Sekhmet agreed on this. Nothing and no one will ever weave their lives into theirs as intimately as they are. Maybe a bit of casual dates here and there, a bit of night stands, some drinks to go around, but never going so far as to dealing with emotions.

- So many inside jokes about Egyptian mythology, it’s lowkey getting annoying. You didn’t peg Eliza to be a myth junkie but maybe it was the influence of Sekhmet. Not a minute goes by without Eliza having to say a joke about how your blood appeases Sekhmet whenever you two go at it.

- She likes it when you watch her sing in Bastet’s Den. Eliza gets a little pump in her system and accidentally shows the excitement in her singing. It’s not noticeable by regular people but Albus and Horace notice the immediate difference.

- Eliza’s favorite thing to do with you is chill with her in her private bath in the Bath of Tefnut. With a can of beer in hand, soft music playing on the radio, with an arm wrapped around your waist… it’s the perfect evening for her. So long as there’s no disrupting little blood banks meowing or an annoying little parasite complaining, there’s nothing that can ruin this evening.

| Ms. Fortune |

- Whether you’re into it or not, she will vehemently use so many puns.

- Friend or lover, she’s always up and in your face like a regular cat. There’s not a single body part of her that isn’t touching you, be it her hands or her head resting on your lap as her body drapes over your back. You should honestly get used to her touch-starved antics.

- Loves to prank you by cutting off her limbs and pretend she accidentally amputated herself. It also doesn’t help that her blood can turn into yarn. The term ‘tangled in your own limbs’ takes on a more literal meaning as you get wrapped up in her limbs as she nibbles your neck as you sigh once more at your predicament. Honestly you don’t know who could be more clingy, her or an actual cat.

- She’s always roughing it up against Medici scum so you’re her private nurse. And in payment, it’s either you listen to her cattastic puns about you being such an angel or hugs and kisses. It’s sometimes both. You can’t really stay mad at her cracking jokes but still… someday something’s going to happen to that Lifestone inside of her.

- Dates usually go inside Little Innsmouth where Lilith is your personal waitress. Sometimes-or a lot of times-Ms. Fortune wears a little bowtie on her neck just to feel extra fancy when all that it is you two are doing is eating hot pot under a dingy ceiling lamp. It’s the thought that counts though, as you and she tell each other what transpired in your lives and what you want in the future.

| Parasoul |

- Her kingdom comes first. You and Umbrella are second.

- Don’t take it personally. Parasoul prioritizes her kingdom’s safety above all else. She would never permit another incident happen like with her mother. As much as a stubborn person as she is, it was Umbrella who had to snap sense into her sister that she has another loved one to talk to.

- I’m not saying you should abuse the fact that Parasoul is loaded… she’s doing my job for me actually. She doesn’t hesitate to let you know that she can literally buy anything for you if you just ask. She really likes to spoil if that wasn’t obvious.

- Her version of dates are training regimens in the palace. She can’t be too careful with the crimes today, so she takes up her time to train you with your weapon of choice to defend yourself. It’s like taking a weight off her shoulders when she knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

- Loves to cherish the time you, her, and Umbrella share together. Even mundane ice cream dates where the Black Egrets are surveying the area for threats. Parasoul greatly enjoys dates like this because she feels as though this is close to a real family outing. She can forget about her burdens as she stares at you and Umbrella with absolute adoration.

| Valentine |

- First off: how the fuck.

- Valentine… hoo boy. This woman experienced way more pain than anyone else here (I don’t count Eliza bc this is some cold dead bitch) so for her having a significant other is so far off.

- She can’t give you normal dates. With her personal mission and her job at Lab Zero and everything, she can’t really spend time with you unless you were an assistant at Lab Zero as well. Maybe an unfortunate soul who became an experiment to a Parasite or maybe a human slave brought in by Brain Drain himself. She could only provide small talk and some pieces of moderately expensive dark chocolate as a “date”.

- Either way, she keeps her distance to everybody, especially you. The untimely demise of The Last Hope group still haunts her to this day, and nothing will ever stop her goal. She still keeps you in mind, however, as she gets you little gifts that reminds her of you. Surprisingly isn’t the type to joke about giving you an actual heart when it’s you.

- Remember when I said she keeps you in mind? She means it. Just like in her origin story, she keeps all of her comrades weapons and uses them all the time. She memorizes your fighting style and uses it to her advantage. Even if you don’t fight, she has a semblance of you strapped to her clothes, like maybe a hairpin or a brooch. Valentine keeps all things precious in her heart, and you’re one of them.

notes ; idk what is this but here you go

some sniper and könig ideas because im soft about them 🥺

könig loves playing with your fingers. he holds your hand any chance he gets. but when he’s get fidgety, he’s grabbing your fingers.

you’re opposites in the fact where he’s chatty on the battlefield, you’ll go deathly silent. whistling a little haunting tune as you pull the trigger.

he’s guarded and it takes time to tear down those walls of his, but you do eventually.

it doesn’t take long for him to warm up to you. even if he doesn’t talk much at first. you don’t mind his silence. its comfortable. he comes to expect your shadow falling onto him during lunch breaks and down time.

you never question the sniper veil he wears. he waits for it, waits for you to ask why he wears it when he’s not really a sniper, but you never do. its one of the things he appreciates about you.

once you win his trust, he’s a much more open book. he spills everything to you: stories about his childhood, about his home, his travels, the scars. you treasure you know these little details about him while no one else does.

he blushes so easily. his skin’s pale and littered with freckles and scars.

he reveals his face to you one night, going to lift his hood only for you to catch his wrist. its too big for you to even get your fingers around, but you hold it. his hand trembles in your grasp. you tell him that he doesn’t have to. but he wants to. he wants you to see him. to really see him.

you craft gifts for könig throughout your friendship. simple but thoughtful small presents. he keeps every single one of them.

bonten online meeting (real) (not clickbait)

tw. loud noises, please lower your volume

Artem Wing and Artem Wingwoman

when is ‘the street performer i met today’2 coming up? :)

no pressure!

AGSHAHHA NONNIE SO SORRY I FROGOT, bro this past week i've been busy asf. But dw i'll try to finish it asap 😞👍

Warnings: Profanity, angst.

“Again, does anybody have a lighter?” Price asked a little louder this time.

Soap gently elbowed Ghost on the side. Ghost only turned to look at him, tilting his head a little to show his annoyance.

They were almost in the middle of nowhere. At least they had electricity and water. What they did not have was a lighter, thus Price’s moaning. He was going to light up a cigar.

Ghost knew why Soap was elbowing him. Soap was referring to that lighter in Ghost’s pocket. The one he held personally for himself and himself only.

So, Ghost ignored the sergeant. Price had arrived in front of them by then.

“Simon, you smoke,” Price brought up.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Ghost said.

“You pray with it every night,” Soap muttered.

Price and Ghost looked at him. Ghost was practically glaring at Soap. Soap looked like he wished he had not said a word.

“Am I missing something?” Price asked.

Ghost said nothing and now Price was also looking at Soap rather intimidatingly.

“I… Ghost has a lighter,” Soap said.

“I don’t,” Ghost insisted.

Price now turned his expecting glare at Ghost. That got Soap a little confident to proceed.

“As I said, he basically prayed with it every night before he sleeps,” Soap continued.

“Just this once, Simon, I will lose my shit if I can’t get this cigar lit up,” Price said.

Ghost did not react at first, but seeing that the two of them were not going to let this go, he shot a final murderous glare at Soap before putting his hand into his pocket. He held the lighter in his palm and pulled it out of his pocket. 

Looking at the captain, Ghost almost did not want to hand out the lighter. However, he ended up opening his palm and revealed the lighter that sat on his palm.

It was as if the whole area turned frozen. Gaz had just walked in and saw the reveal. Even he stopped at his track.

The lighter was yours. It used to be yours. It did belong to you. It did not belong to you anymore. It belonged to Ghost now. You gave it to him before your last mission. The mission that got you killed.

Every thing was fine before that—no, every thing was perfect.

Ghost and you were basically a nightmare couple. A nightmare as in badass motherfuckers who got shit done effectively. Sure, there were flaws such as the constant passive-agressive flirting, recklessness, and tense eye contacts, but, damn… the two of you were great at your job together.

That last mission was indeed going to be your last mission because you decided to not renew your military contract and you both were about to get married. Without telling anyone. However, the others just knew. They always knew that the two of you would end up together one way or another.

Then, shit happened. The worst happened. The irony.

You ended up buried under the ground and became a memory. Ghost ended up here, with these three, more bitter than he ever was.

You always had his heart and it was buried with you. Whatever sentimental left in him, it was out of respect of the memory of you. Of the memory you both were about to make and never did.

Price, Gaz, and Soap never brought you up. Not since the funeral. Price tried and Ghost ended up walking out of the room without saying anything, slamming the door on his way out.

This would be the first time anything about you ever came up ever since that incident. Soap had no idea it was the lighter. Ever. So, his heart did not only stop when he saw it, it would blow up if it could. Gaz used to borrow the lighter to do tricks, so he would recognise it from afar. Price had his cigars lit up by the lighter a few times before.

The four of them were frozen there for quite some time.

“So, we don’t have a lighter,” Price concluded before anyone of them started bursting into either anger or tears.

“Yeah, we don’t,” Soap nodded. “Steamin’ Jesus.”

“You know, there’s a stove in the kitchen. You can light your cigar up with it,” Gaz brought up. “I’m about to cook something, too.”

“Right, right,” Price nodded before walking away.

“I’ll help make sure no one’s burning anything down and get us compromised,” Soap stated before leaving the area.

Ghost stayed where he stood a while after they left. He stared at the lighter for some time, thinking about what you might say if you were still here. None of them would be this messy. The four of them would likely be laughing right now of some stupid joke you made.

Maybe you were still here. He might be the Ghost, but you were the ghost now. Maybe you were laughing at them right now.

“Would’ve been nice if you’re here,” Ghost said under his breath before pocketing the lighter back.