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Marry christmas in june ig
Like I said before, this is a fic that was already published once before I took it down to edit it. so this chap was published in 2022 christmas, and im uploading it rn since im not waiting for christmas
Also pls point out any parts I mention reader as “you” or “yours” since i edited this in a hurry and didnt have the patience to read over a 6k word chapter hundreds of times like i usually do
The first bit may seem like a childe x reader but yalls relationships are 100% plantonic in this scenario dw
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Blissfully ignorant
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“Major commander! Merry Christmas.”
A cicin mage skipped over to the commander and offered handed a red box wrapped in a blue ribbon tied into a cute bow at the top. She remembered her as Anastatia, having sparred with her once despite her being in the eleventh’s recruit, while she was in the sixth’s.
“Awe, you didn’t have to… Also what did I say about calling me commander??” Playfully tugging on one of the ear shaped part of the mage’s purple hood, Y/n took hold of the gift in her hands. Anastasia smiled through her black mask before bidding farewells, running back to her station with the lamp dangling in her grip. At last, the twenty fifth of December had approached again for the.. How many timeth was this one again?
The streets of the Zapolyarny castle were decorated with a layer of white like always. It snowed here all four seasons after all. However, there were occasional colored light bulbs and poinsettias on the neck of lanterns or by shop stalls. Thanks to a certain someone, her majesty’s strict ban of any unessary “trashing” in the public was lifted this year. cough, Who that person is a true mystery..
Looking out the windowsill with a small smile, she watched as red and green lights twinkled in the city. Being a country’s military officer came with many perks, but also had its huge disadvantaged. One of them was having to be battle-ready at all times in the palace. Not like she had a family to reunite with on this festive day anyway.
Most soldiers were taking turns on their shifts to go and visit family, some in the morning while some late at night. Even the Tsaritsa wasn’t hesitant in prioritizing family visits just for one day in the year. Y/n even heard from one of the lieutenants that harbinger Childe begged on his knees to the jester for a break to visit his own family- which she honestly highly doubted. All kinds of rumors circulate around the harbingers despite their feared titles and power.
She failed to notice another presence approach herself.
“Hey there comrade! Why look so sad in such a day?” Jumping from her position, she nearly drew out her blade against a harbinger. Quickly composing herself and bowing, Y/n sighed in relief that this was Childe of all eleven. If someone such as of one of Dottore’s segments caught the her like that….
“Childe, merry Christmas.” He flashed the commander a toothy grin and leaned by the window frame beside her. The glass was thick to protect the indoors from the merciless cold outside, but one could feel the freezing weather of the land of cryo just by approaching the window. “Merry Christmas to you too. When is your break scheduled, general?” The redhead casually asked while crossing his arms.
“Ah… Major generals don’t get breaks, have you forgotten?”
“What?! But it’s Christmas, that’s far too cruel.” Y/n shrugged and drew random shapes on the fogged window.
“Eh, not like I have anyone to visit in one day anyway. All the other generals are crazy workaholics who don’t understand a single word that’s not related to war or business.” The harbinger sent her a look of sympathy at her situation. He couldn’t possibly imagine such a Christmas without family or even friends to celebrate with, instead walking aimlessly around a gloomy castle all day. The young woman’s description about the other commanders couldn’t be more accurate though, half of them were bulky middle aged men with battle scars while the ones who seemed somewhat her age were… Not very approachable.
Y/n was a former general who served directly underneath the Tsaritsa for this reason, she found the girl far more amusing compared to the others. But moved into the Balladeer’s divisions a while ago. This gave the other generals even more of a reason to avoid her. There weren’t too much to complain though- she still made many acquaintances amongst lower ranks and newbies with a friendly demeanor foreign to the Fatui. That still didn’t mean everyone liked her.
Meeting lord Scaramouche was something she would never forget. Well, technically she first met him as Kunikuzushi. Y/n was the one who was tasked in training him with the basics of Snezhnayan weapons and helped him learn the language of the said nation when he first arrived. One day, he just walked out the door and presented himself as the number six, the Balladeer. The two clashed often ever since.
Tartaglia noticed her melancholic expression and sighed. “Well- are you just going to sulk around then?”
“Pardon?”
He pulled out something from his white coat, handing it to her direction. “Merry Christmas again~ Do you like your gift?”
Between his fingertips was a piece of white paper with tiny words written in the contents section. Underneath was none other than the harbinger’s signature. One of the most feared pieces of paper that allowed the possesser to do anything within Snezhnaya in the name of a harbinger.
“This is…”
Her companion let out a hearty laugh at her mouth that hung open. He always admired the commander’s fighting stances from the sides as she trained with recruits, itching to get in the arena himself and face her in person each time he observed. Too bad she was always busy with something, not to mention his older colleague’s indirect threats each time he even joked about bargaining him to move her into his division instead.
Childe was even more surprised when he talked with her for the first time, using the fact one of his recruits sparring with the commander as an excuse. Y/n was a friendly and genuine individual who meant each word she uttered. He seriously doubted how someone like her was a part of the same organization he was in.
Ignoring all boundries between a superior and a subordinate, she crashed into the male, giving him a tight squeeze before letting him go. Tartaglia was like an older brother figure ever since the two met, always willing to help no matter the situation and despite the fact they hadn’t known each other for too long. “Thank you so much! You don’t understand how much this means to me.”
“Woah there, careful now.” He snorted. Finally calming down, she realized he had more to say.
“Now, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I expected you to spend Christmas alone?”
He held not one, but two permission forms in his hands. “I know all the generals aren’t fun, but I’m sure there’s someone who would gladly go to town with you!”
“Oh my Celestia… I- don’t have any other words to say than thank you..”
The ginger smiled as he shoved the papers into Y/n’s grip before she would change her mind in accepting them. He turned around and began to retreat to visit his family at home. His smile turned into something sinister for a second at her deal. “I’ll invite you to a one on one sparring match next week! Have a great holiday with your family, tell Teucer I said hi.”
“Will do, have a great one comrade.”
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“B-but sir! It’s my rotation in the schedule to visit my family..” Violet hues snapped back to meet the eyes behind the mask, fury burning in his eyes. The soldier flinched and returned to his bow upon the harbinger’s reaction.
“Was that an underling talking back to his superior that I just heard?”
“No sir…”
Scaramouche turned back, the bells on his hat jingling as he walked through the shadowy halls of the Zapolyarny palace. He had no understanding for the point of such a useless holiday. At least the wasteland of ice was going to be quieter as he worked in the office in peace.
A familiar voice echoed through the hallway. “Lord Scaramouche!”
Unknownst to the male, his non-existent heart skipped a beat (that wasn’t there in the first place) at the voice. The general hopped her way over to his direction.
“General, what do you want.”
Many knew the harbinger wasn’t easy to get along with, nor the one to call people by their titles. Pf course, unless they were higher ranking than him or he was being sarcastic. For whatever reason- he always called a certain major by her official title, though not many noticed. He used the same annoyed tone when speaking to anyone after all.
Her eyes sparkled as she approached him. The subordinate was nowhere to be seen. “I’m guessing the only thing you’re going to be doing today is paperwork?”
“What about it.” He dryly replied. The woman pulled out a piece of paper he never once signed any himself, with a familiar signiture on the bottom. “Harbinger Childe let me on break! Let’s go to the city together?”
“Generals don’t get breaks on holidays.” She pouted and pointed to the signature under the letters.
“But it’s signed by a harbinger~”
“What makes you think I of all people will accompany you?”
His face noticeably softened even after mercilessly yelling at the soldier before. No one would know that she secretly let him go while the harbinger was turned around.. Right? “Pleaseeeee? I have no one else!”
“Go find another general.”
“They’re scary!”
“Suck it up. Then ask an underling or something.”
“All of them are busy…”
The puppet sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose in frustration. He did remember when he first met the general, with an almost unrealistic gentle smile on her face. She was patient with his learning to the new language and often toured him around the city to buy random treats. By the time her training with him was done, she had to return to her regular works while he himself was.. Busy.
Busy getting tubes inserted into him and becoming a harbinger in the span of a month.
But Y/n seeemd far from giving up. “Please? I promise I won’t ever bother you ever again for the entire upcoming year…”
Upon his expression that showed he was considering, hope arose within her. The thought of avoiding the harbinger just like the rest of the soldiers was unsettling.. But a day- even a few hours of being outside of this prison with a friend.. A work colleague? Superior? Whatever their relationship was, that would be enough.
Meanwhile- Scaramouche was having the complete opposite thoughts from what she had been expecting.
He always showed signs of annoyance and distanced himself whenever she approached or was present somewhere in the same room. That didn’t stop her from always greeting him like she would for any other soldier in the organization. The same as back then.
People change, in a variety of different ways. Appearance, personality, their principles, change is something no living thing can avoid. However.. She was just about to change the sixth’s mindset about that.
Ever since he first saw her in the land of nothing but ice and snow, it was obvious that the woman stood out. It wasn’t just her foreign looking appearance, but just- her. The Fatui is a place where no emotions are accepted, where tears become frozen the moment they spill and laughter fades out in the loveless blizzard. Everyone are each other’s enemy nevertheless on the same side or not. But a certain major general stuck out like a sore thumb.. More like sticking out as the only good finger while every other limb is bruised and broken.
Any normal person would doubt how such a gentle young woman would pick up a weapon. Y/n was known to avoid direct debt collection at all costs for the seven’s sake. Often called a wuss or a scaredy cat by some of her underlings, she never really bothered to prove them differently nor minded them. The commander was surely wasting both talents of caring for one another and her skills with a blade. At least, that’s what most would think.
How many years had it been.. Not that it mattered to Scaramouche anyway. But to regular mortals, it should’ve been enough time to turn old and gray. Something Y/n didn’t show signs of. She didn’t change. From that annoyingly bubbly personality to her rather young looking appearance. It was as if she was frozen in time as everything and everyone else moved on with the flow of the clock.
No one would ever have the pleasure of knowing, but the balladeer indeed had a soft spot for the general. She was one of the only people who got to interact with him when he first joined the Fatui. But this is what people call a weakness.
And weakness is a fatal tripping stone on a journey to godhood.
“No, and that’s the final.”
The veil on his hat fluttered slightly as he turned his heels and began walking once again. The idea of her not talking once to him for three hundred sixty five days straight sounded like a nightmare or something even worse…
Surprisingly, she didn’t run after him or call out. That woman… Just gave up like that? Major general L/n Y/n, known for her sickly stubbornness, just giving up with a single no?
He honestly didn’t exactly mean the negative responce. He kind if just wanted to see his familiar beg more. Not that he specifically liked the sight of her begging, but just seeing people do it brought him satisfaction. But by the time the male turned around, the general was staring at her feet.
The papers were fiddling in her gloved hands while her h/c hair covered her expression. Scaramouche could swear the tiny bit of light flooding through the windows reflected upon her glossy eyes.
Who is he kidding. He’s the Balladeer. Rank number six of the eleven superior of superior, feared to the point even the mention of his title would make subordinates freeze in terror. Distanced by even his coworkers for his sharp tongu-
Y/n let out a soft sigh that spoke hundred of words and spun on her own heels. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed down the urges to run back. The corner was just ahead of him, a few more steps and this is over with.
“Tch.. Such high maintenance. Make sure to keep up.”
A cold hand gripped onto her wrist before dragging both of them to the exit of the palace.
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The Zapolyarny streets were bustling with people. Smiles were evident on peoples’ faces as children ran along the snowy streets and couples linked arms. There were Fatui soldiers present as always, but even they blended in with the cheerful atmosphere. A certain grumpy faced harbinger stood out.
Everyone froze at the sight of the sixth and a general. Y/n cursed name in realization of forgetting to take off the service cap. Maybe she should’ve brought her jacket at least.. Scaramouche was no better in his disguise but at least he was warm- the star shaped jewels attached to his white coat jingling slightly as he strided forward.
Merchants froze their advertising and parents hid their children. It was as if the duo were some sort of plagues spreading throughout the crowd. The look on her companion’s face didn’t help the situation. His hand was still firmly on her wrist, leeching off the warmth.
Y/n smiled awkwardly at the people, signalling she was alright. Everyone moved to the side and made a pathway for the two Fatui members. Though most relaxed slightly at the sight of the pyro vision present at the center of her cap. There was only one pyro user among the generals, who was known to the public in a positive way.
“What are you insects looking at?? Resume.”
Everyone forced themselves to continue what they were doing before. Laughter and the warm atmosphere returned to the streets as Scaramouche squinted his eyes and observed each and every person in sight. Why did she even want to come out so bad anyway? There were only some Christmas lights and a foreign feeling across the crowd. He did often come out to the streets just to terrorize people with his presence, amused by the fear on their faces. But just walking along with them… Was new.
Y/n’s excited voice snapped him from his trance. “Look! There’s a choir singing over there, let’s go look.”
He was dragged by her to a smaller crowd near the Snezhnayan church. A group of men and women dressed in white robes holding music notes were singing gracefully. They lulled about the grace and benevolence of their archon instead of traditional Christmas carols, but it was still nice to see.
She clapped as one of their many upcoming songs ended, while the harbinger crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Did these people not have a single bit of shame singing out in the open public about worshipping someone above them?
But the moment he looked over to her face, his annoyance and boredom faded. Her eyes reflected one of the color changed lights hung above, the reflection sparkling in the black pupils. A child like smile present on her slightly chapped lips, watching in awe as one of the lead singers reached an unimaginably high note. Without even himself knowing, Kunikuzushi had a fond smile on his own face.
“Aren’t they amazing? Such a beautiful voice…”
“Mh…”
The commander froze in realization and snapped her head towards the male. He.. Didn’t make a snarky comment, nonetheless agreed with her compliment. The male widened his eyes in realization, quickly turning to face the choir instead after being caught staring. A faint dust of pink glazed her face, although they could easily be blamed on the nipping cold. The same could be said to her companion.
Eventually, the two continued adventuring the streets. The former event before was long forgotten by Y/n and her goldfish of a memory, while Scaramouche was still sulking about something. No one dared to stop and stare at the harbinger. At least his much more approachable-looking companion lightened the atmosphere around him. There were no one begging on their knees to soldiers at their doors to give them more time to fulfill their debts. No blood spilling onto the snow. She realized the only reason she felt uncomfortable coming near the streets with resident houses until now had a reason. Without the heartbreaking screams and cries of dismay, the streets looked festive and beautiful.
Maybe- just maybe. If the entirety of Snezhnaya was like this, maybe it could appear just as beautiful even with its killing blizzards.
“Um.. Excuse me?”
When she turned around, there was a child who couldn’t be older than eight. He had a thick scarf obviously too big for him and a fluffy jacket. At least he was prepared for the weather.
“Hello there, what can I help you with?”
“A-are you guys Fatui soldiers by any chance? I learned from school only harbingers wear coats like that!”
Y/n smiled as the boy widened his eyes in realization after showing him her insignia. He got into a traditional Fatui salute which she did everything from bursting out in laughter at. The kid looked like a ball of fluff with arms peaking out with all the garments he was wrapped in. Instead, she stood up from the kneeling position and saluted back at him. The kid’s rosy cheeks looked like they were about to explode any moment now.
A few adults gathered around, cooing softly at the scene. They immediately continued their way upon seeing a man in a familiar hat.
“That’s so cool! Is he.. The Jester?”
“No.”
“Childe?”
“No.”
“Hmm…. The Captain??”
“No.”
“Um, let me think. Oh, the Regrator?”
“No.” The kid finally had a lightbulb go off his head. But upon realization, he immediately hid behind your figure as he squeezed his eyes.
Y/n bent down as he signalled her that he wanted to whisper something to her. A concerned sweat trickled down her forehead at his responce. “My mommy said to hide if I ever see the Doctor anywhere…”
He guessed basically every male harbinger except for Pulcinella and the Balladeer. The Rooster was mostly known to the public so the kid probably knew him. Scaramouche surprisingly didn’t get as irked up as she thought of a response. He even took the time to respond to every one of the child’s guesses with minimal harshness in his tone. To an outsider who had never seen him, he would’ve seemed like a normal person who was a little irritated that day. Not a mass murderer one of the highest in the military ranks.
“Let me give you a hint: he’s not the doctor~”
“Huh?? But that only leaves..”
He finally peeled his eyes open before staring at the harbinger. “You’re the Balladeer, aren’t you?!”
Scaramouche rolled his eyes before replying. “No, I’m the Columbina. Number three of the harbingers.”
“Wait, actually?”
“No.”
Y/n finally couldn’t take it anymore and laughing, holding onto the ground for support. The two males both stared at her, one with confusion- the other one with… Sparkles in his eyes.
It took you a solid few minutes to finally calm down. Patting the kid’s head, the commander smiled fondly. “Well then patriot, what’s your dream when you grow up?”
“I want to join the Fatui! Then I can protect Snezhnaya and my mommy. And by brother and sister- and my daddy too!”
The indigo haired harbinger frowned upon the responce. Still such a naive age, thinking the Fatui was a simple military organization. But maybe that was for the best for the sake of the child’s dreams. Just as he was about to break his imagination and unveil the ugly truth, Y/n beat him to it.
“My, the Fatui? You do know that it’s a very hard and dangerous job, right?”
“Mhm- my papa was a soldier too. He was.. Um. I don’t know what he was, but he wore a cool red uniform and carried a pew pew weapon!”
“That’s very cool~ Want to guess who I am?”
The kid tilted his head as if he was asked the most obvious question on Teyvat.
“You’re major general L/n! Everybody nearby here know you.”
Word spread faster then ink staining a page. At least there weren’t any twisted rumors added onto her name. It had been a while since she had stepped out into the streets outside the palace premises, Y/n was quite surprised people still spoke of herself. Well, she was the one who lifted the no Christmas decoration rule after all. “Mommy and daddy says that you’re a really good person.”
The boy continued. “I want to be like you when I’m a grown adult, I’ll be fair to everyone at trainings and say hi to people on the streets! Oh, I want to wear those cool hats too.” He exclaimed proudly. She kneeled down back to his height and stared into his eyes. Hope and innocence shone in his light blue orbs, twinkling in admiration. It was a shame that he was so set on such a dangerous path. But who knows? Fate loves meddling around peoples’ lives in the most unexpected ways possible.
Reaching to the vision strapped to her cap, Y/n gently took it off. It was returned back onto her hip along with a few chains and ropes. She closed her eyes and took the headwear off before holding it out. The kid widened his eyes before kneeling on the ground- the same way she did when first receiving the object from the Tsaritsa herself.
A warm breeze blew by and ruffled his hair slightly. Using a cheat key with her vision, Y/n dramatically melted the snow around yourself and the child. It looked like a mini version of her own ceremony of getting appointed her current title.
Scaramouche watched with an unreadable expression as his commander placed the hat on the boy’s head. It was way too big for him, tilting and covering his line of sight. Y/n whispered something to him, which the harbinger couldn’t hear.
Soon, the the harbinger and his company stood up as the boy went running to brag to his friends and a story to tell his peers.
“Bleh, it’s so cold out here…”
Another breeze blew by, riling up the powdery white snow and piling it on your shoulders. Scaramouche was double protected by his thick coat and the hat guarding him from the merciless element.
“You do realize that’s going to give that kid more motivation to join this wasteland of people?”
“I know. But sometimes…” A genuine smile was thrown to his direction, catching him off guard. Y/n brushed off the snow and shook yourself. The wind howled.
“A little white lie is for the best.”
As soon as she finished the sentence, she sneezed into her arm. The wind wasn’t dying down one bit. Suddenly, something heavy was placed on her shoulders.
It was his coat.
Y/n rushed to take it off and return it back to its owner, but he sent daggers that screamed he was going to sew the garment onto her skin if she removed it. This was bound to get some stares. Scaramouche paid no attention and reached into his coat now on her and grabbed her wrist. This time, he sighed in dissapointment at the same icy temperature as his own skin. She was usually warm, a portable heater. But heaters need proper care to warm up.
The rest of the walk was silent. She instinctively nuzzled into the fluff of the coat, enjoying the layer of warmth. Scaramouche naturally didn’t feel much difference when he took it off. Seeing the white fabric ever so slightly graze the floor as she huddled inside gave him a strange feeling. It felt as if there were millions of butterflies trapped in his stomach, waiting to burst any moment. Huh. Should he ask that birdface madman what this was?
Actually, scratch that. The last thing he would ever do as long as he’s on Teyvat is willingly talk about his feelings. Especially to that insane creature of a person.
Time flew past by. It was beginning to get dark despite it only being around dinnertime. Something in the distance caught your eye. Grabbing Kunikuzushi’s hand, Y/n ran forward towards the set destination. He surprisingly let her lead him on without complaints.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s what everyone has been waiting for tonight… Fireworks!”
As soon as the male in a tall black hat finished his sentence, a spark of orange trailed up into the sky. Once it was just close enough that it would touch the stars, it burst into billions of tiny light particles. Many more followed, decorating the inky sky with booms and flashes of color. Everyone cooed and awed at the beautiful sight. Fireworks weren’t uncommon in Snezhnaya, but seeing it on Christmas is special for anyone. Some couples nearby even started making out shamelessly.
..Good for them?
Scaramouche coiled in disgust at the amount of people nearby. His companion didn’t seem to mind, blending in with the crowd with their head faced up towards the sky. He sighed and grabbed her now slightly warmer wrist for who knows how many time for the day. “Hm? Do you want to go back?”
The harbinger ignored the question and dragged her on.
She walked and walked until the city was a little behind the two of them. There were still paved streets, but Scaramouche was heading towards somewhere she had never even stepped foot before. The snow on the path was fresh which meant he had to lead. He… Was wearing slippers. And he was stepping harshly onto the ground so she could step into his footprints.
It was probably best to not question him.
Eventually, they arrived at a small cliff. It was much less crowded- by that it meant only the two occupied the space. The fireworks boomed above, just as beautiful as they were in the town. Her mouth hung open in amazement. “Wow..” The commander stared up at the sky, your breaths visible in the air. “How did you find this place? It seems nobody comes here often.”
“People are blind and only go to places others already stomped the snow flat. Lazy pigs who can’t stand the cold even in those choking garments…”
A bird fluttered past by. It circled Y/n softly before landing on the male’s hat. Scaramouche sighed as the animal chirped happily at the snow-free surface. He tried swatting it away, but his actions were fruitless as the bird always came back a second later. She laughed at the sight. Eventually giving up, he let it stay there as it pleased. It was a tempting sight to take a picture of, but her life wouldn’t have been guaranteed later on if she did so. The “I’m done” look on his face made it even harder to take him seriously.
The wind from earlier had died down, letting the snowflakes softly fall. It was peaceful. The scene reminded her of the first Christmas spent with the present Balladeer in the past. Good days always pass by the fastest.
“We should come out again next year, don’t you think?” She smiled. Her companion didn’t give her the honour of a reply, but crossed his arms and approached her figure. He tugged onto the coat and pulled her back from the edge of the small cliff. When she looked at him in amusement, he scoffed and rolled his eyes. The said landscape wasn’t even that high up from ground level, only a sore limb or two would he the aftermath if she did managed to fall.
“You know.” Scaramouche finally decided to look up from the ground and to the sky. “You’ve always been far too noisy for your own good.” He lifted the golden rim of his headwear, tilting the surface in order to see what was happening above more clearly. The little bird flew off and perched itself onto her shoulder in responce.
“Has the almighty Balladeer finally ran out of insults to give?”
“And here I thought you were showing signs of shutting up.”
“Awee, I appreciate you too.”
Kunikuzushi froze at the response. He knew she was being sarcastic, but.. Hearing that from that specific person made it sound so genuine. Almost like she meant it. His thoughts were interrupted by something pressing into him. “Thank you. For today, coming out with me.. And just- in general.”
Y/n wrapped her arms around him, face into the crook of his neck to avoid hitting her head against the large surface of the hat. He stood frozen as expected. What did surprise her were two arms that returned the embrace back. That felt icy, but somehow- the embrace felt warmer than ever.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into uncalculated moments. Both selfishly wished time would just stop right there, and freeze everything within it. But the darkening sky and fading fireworks proved otherwise. This was unacceptable behavior, a general sharing.. Intimate contact with a harbinger. But the thought that this was forbidden somehow excited her even more. Y/n’s integrity as a Fatui soldier finally came home as it was her turn to freeze in the embrace. Quickly letting her arms go, she backed up in realization of the whole situation. But something held herself back.
Violet orbs stared into her own with a neutral expression, almost at serenity. It looked alike to the raging skies of Amakumo peaks in Inazuma. Sometime, the cruel thunders ceased for a short while to reveal the beautiful purple clouds and the sky beyond.
“Tch. You don’t remember the codes, general?”
Leaning into her reddened ears and tightening the space between the two of them, Scaramouche smiled mischievously. “Fatui soldiers are to follow commands of the harbingers at all cost. If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I don’t tell you to breathe, you hold your breath.”
About to comment something sarcastic, a foreign object blocked her lips from speaking. It was another pair of lips.
Alarms blared inside her head as Scaramouche made contact, thinking about just how many codes and ruled both of them were breaking by these actions. He didn’t seem to be willing to pull back anytime soon. But hey, they say if you can’t avoid it, then enjoy it.
Y/n eventually closed her eyes and leaned in.
His lips were.. Surprsingly soft. Shamelessly, she tilted her head slightly for better access. So much for a war general.
A faint smell of sakura came from the male, along with the tiniest smell of metal. As much as the commander hoped it was just from his metal infused ornaments, it was a natural scent on people in the Fatui. The more pleasant sense veiled the smell of blood- almost making him seem innocent.
They soon pulled away for air, mostly for her. Scaramouche wasn’t even batting an eye while Y/n was panting for oxygen. She stared at him wide-eyed once her lungs were finally satisfied at the amount of air. He didn’t falter once, but observing her reactions with a serious face. Although, no words were really neccesary to be exchanged at that moment.
“Shut up and don’t you dare move.” As soon as she was pulled into another kiss, the final firework bloomed up in the night sky. It brightened the entire area around if not the entirety of Snezhnaya. Something dropped on her shoulder, making her break the contact and look.
It was a familiar white ball-shaped flower attached to a green stem and leaves.
The female laughed softly at the convinence of the whole situation. Scaramouche stared at the plant she twirled between her index and thumb. Coincidently enough, there was a mistletoe shrub that just bloomed on the a tree branch above the two. With an idea, she suddenly looked his hat. She then placed the flower tucked inside the inner part of the golden rim.
“There, now we can always kiss underneath the mistletoe!”
The male shook his head before pulling her into another embrace, a white mist of breath never once leaving his body.
He gripped onto her tighter. “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into..?”
With an unreadable smile, Y/n reflected his actions. “I’m not as naive as people perceive me as, Shouki no Kami.“
“You knew about my god creation plan all along?”
“You knew all well that I would’ve drowned you in questions the moment you came back as ‘Scaramouche’ if I was truely unaware.”
The irony in the air was thickened which both decided to ignore. They wanted to escape reality right there and then. Away from godhood, away from the painful truth, away from the rest of the world. Instead, a world of just him and her, her and him. “But let us enjoy this pretty lie as long as we can, until we walk our own paths once more.”
With a soft sigh, Y/n caressed the puppet’s icey cheeks. “Would you let me escape this world just for a little longer?”
His lips crashed into hers once more, the mistletoe dangling from the sudden movement. He stared at her with a stoic expression with a mist of melancholy behind the violet thundercracks.
“You talk too much for everyone’s own good.”
Were the pair unaware of the scars and pain they would relive with this? Of course not. Reality cannot be avoided for an eternity. Nothing truely lasts forever in this world after all.
But in the end, they woud rather be blissfully ignorant.
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Extra :
Rubbing her eyes, Y/n finally woke up from her daydream. It seemed she fell asleep on her desk while typing documents like the good employee (slave) to the district she was. There was a paragraph of keyboard cat on the screen due to her head resting on the laptop.
That was one strange dream, one that felt oddly familiar.
Maybe she would write this down in her journal. Although, she was weirdly unable to recall the last bit of the world of unconsciousness. For such a short dream, everything was livid and she remembered everything. Well, almost everything. From the snowy terrains of.. What was the nation called? Not to mention that the man with the hat’s name and face was extremely fuzzy.
Meanwhile, the said man also woke from the exact same dream.
He massaged the bridge of his nose at a headache coming along. That was the first dream he actually remembered the storyline for the first time in a while. It was far too creative from what his brain could imagine- the most exotic dream Scaramouche ever recalled having was one when none of his students came to his class that day. He ended up somehow giving the whole school detention, too.
The last part was not able to be recovered by his memory, but he somehow didn’t feel weirded out by the strange dream. It almost felt… Familiar.
Maybe being around the woman downstairs too much was beginning to affect him.
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A/n my entire tiktok fyp is raccoons
Its evolving from oversized ginger rats to obese trash rats
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