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The Ruthless Prince (Part 21 - Finale/Epilogue) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Note: aaannndddd it’s done! It’s not a very long chapter for several reasons. I just wanted a clean ending and though there were not a lot of details of what happened to the gnosis, Serena and Finnian and other things, I decided to keep those for the extra chapters! Thank you so much for going on this journey with me lovelies! My first full Genshin fanfiction has finally ended and what a nice journey and process it was!

Warnings: mentions of a honeymoon, soft-ish Scara

Word Count: 3k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scaramouche’s gruff and sleepy voice reaches your ears. His arms are suddenly tight around your waist, tensing at the slight movement of you trying to take his hand off.

“Just to the bathroom, Scara,” you tell him, still grasping the back of his hand to take it away from your waist. He huff-sighs, retracting his arms to himself to let you jump off the bed. He pushes himself up by his elbows, the blanket pooling on his lap as he props himself up into a sitting position, back leaning against the headboard of the bed.

He doesn’t say anything as he watches the door to the bathroom click close, and he lets out a stifled yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. From the looks of it, it was probably nearly time to wake up anyway, judging from the sunrays peeking through the curtains.

Scaramouche sat in silence, mind still a little foggy at the sudden awakening, but he’d rather be awake than asleep whenever you had to be away from him, even if it was just to the bathroom. He’s painfully aware that it’s probably leftover trauma from your disappearing act a month ago.

His eyes peeked open when he heard the bathroom door open up again and you came strolling out, sporting a yawn just as he did earlier. You’re about to walk over to your side of the bed, but Scaramouche beckons you over to his side instead and you tilt your head in question.

He’s shirtless. That’s how he slept now, becoming more comfortable around you and behind closed doors. He’s nicer, occasionally still harsh and biting, still incredibly stubborn and sometimes still insufferable. But now, he didn’t seem to have a lot of problems being clingy, or was that more of his paranoia speaking?

You supposed it was because of the incident, and you couldn’t quite blame him for being paranoid of history repeating itself. Though you insisted that he should really ease up.

As you approached his side of the bed he easily envelops you in his arms and pulls you on top of him, then he rolls to his side, bringing you along with him while you yelp in surprise at the sudden move. You’re trapped in his arms again as he closes his eyes, ready to go back to dreamland.

“We’re supposed to be waking up,” you mock glare at him, knowing that he can’t see you. You’re inches away from his peaceful face.

“...When have I ever woken up on time?” He counters and you can’t say anything back, just shaking your head to yourself. You end up resting your eyes as well. It’s getting colder in the kingdom and you thought that Scaramouche’s tendency to be more cuddly in bed came at the right time.

If the blankets weren’t enough, his warmth surely was.

“We’re visiting Kuni today,” he suddenly mumbles. You don’t open your eyes, but your heart sinks a little at the statement. You hadn’t visited his grave, perhaps part of you wasn’t ready yet, but the two of you had agreed on it today.

Dragging it on just didn’t seem respectful.

“...I know,” you relax into his hold, your mind moving into your subconsciousness as a slight sleepiness overtakes you, going back to the day you found your way home.

“The broken arm is the biggest problem,” The doctor told Scaramouche when he came back into the room after the doctor’s evaluation. “But the bruises on her back are bad too,” the doctor prescribed a tub of salve but Scaramouche wasn’t aware of the bruises at that point and he turned to you with his brows furrowed.

“What bruises?” he asked you and you could only turn back around and slip the yukata off your shoulders to show him just how purple your back was from whatever impact it went through. Scaramouche held back from grimacing at the sight, it spanned near your shoulder, up until below what seemed to be your shoulder blade.

The doctor was dismissed, and after a nap you’d woken up feeling better than the past few weeks. Scaramouche was in bed with you, but he was sitting on his side of the bed, just silent and accompanying you till you woke. Part of him was trying to sort out his thoughts, but while you were asleep he had already sent a letter to your parents, along with asking a maid to update his own.

Scaramouche made sure you were awake enough to answer his questions, and you told him everything. Starting from when Tartaglia had forcibly entered the room, to him wanting the gnosis, Kuni staying behind, up until you found yourself with Serena and Finnian, finding out you lost the ring but somehow kept the gnosis safe. By the end of the story, Scaramouche had a difficult expression on his face.

“...About Kuni,” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he told you, but your eyes had nowhere else to go to except his face, and the more he talked the wider your eyes became.

Kuni had passed away.

The first thing you thought of was it being your fault. If you were stronger, if you maybe stayed, maybe gave the gnosis up, even though all the solutions you could think of were bad solutions it might’ve at least left Kuni alive. You were flabbergasted for a moment, Scaramouche’s gaze still turned away from you, until you turned yours away from him too.

There’s a moment of silence that passed between the two of you, both of you sort of letting it really sink in that these things have really transpired. People were lost and you almost lost each other.

“...It’s–It’s my fault–” it came out involuntarily, your sentiments about Kuni’s death, but Scaramouche, almost as if he predicted you would feel that way, cut you off without a second for you to argue.

“You know very well that it’s not,”

“But it feels like it is,” you whisper, voice wavering at the slowly descending knowledge that Kuni was gone. He might have seemed like a small part in the grand scheme of things. But to you, he was a sort of kindness in an unknown world. A guide that was patient and understanding, wiser than anyone else in the castle. “...You blame yourself too, don’t you?” You end up asking Scaramouche.

His silence was a clear answer.

He blamed himself for more than just Kuni’s death. The war itself. Your disappearance. Your current state. The knights that fell under his command. Losing the gnosis. Not planning in advance. In a sense it was as if the whole world was on his shoulders, and he had failed everything that he was responsible for.

His thoughts broke when he feels a weight on his shoulder. He glances sideways to see that you’ve laid your forehead on his shoulder, concealing your face from his.

“...I’ll stop blaming myself if you stop blaming yourself,” You bargained with him, but that was so much more easier to say than to do.

“...I can’t do that. This Kingdom is my responsibility,” He was truthful in his answer. Yes, perhaps not everything was his fault, but there were definitely things he could have done better. He wasn’t depressed nor distraught over his mistakes. He was simply disappointed, but it was fuel for him to plan and do better next time. He wasn’t going to let it cripple him.

“...Share it with me then,” you whisper, almost inaudible. He dips his head a little closer to hear you better.

“...Share…?” He repeats, not exactly knowing what you were trying to say.

“...Your responsibilities, your burdens, your struggles… Share it with me. As the princess of this kingdom and as…” you pause, still having your face concealed from his gaze had probably made you a little braver. “...as your wife,”

Scaramouche feels himself freeze at the words. He held back a shiver that crawled up his whole being, an electricity that woke him up to the reality that you were here with him. Not just physically, but in his mental state, his struggles. You were here, and you were willing to experience it all with him.

There’s a squeeze at his chest that he could only describe as beautifully painful. Your sentiments of wanting to be acknowledged as his partner, and wanting to be involved in what he went through had probably cut through him easier than any blade.

He relaxes as you continue to rest on him, a secretly tender gaze on his face when no one else is looking. “Idiot,” he whispers, but leans down to press a kiss on the top of your head.

Scaramouche remembers that clearly in his mind.

That was probably one of the things that pushed him into planning for today.

As the two of you stand in front of Kuni’s grave, you offering a prayer as Scaramouche laid down flowers next to the stone, it’s a wonder that peace is all that he feels. He didn’t know if that was because he had already mourned enough in his own time, or if it was because you were there with him, but he felt like he could face his old advisor once again.

There was still a deep set sadness, seeing the grave, but as you spoke to Kuni out loud, Scaramouche was more comforted than anything else.

“I made it back, Kuni. Thanks to you, and thanks to Scaramouche, I guess,” You added as an afterthought, almost as a joke. Scaramouche can’t help but scoff next to you. It feels like talking to an old friend who had never left.

“Scaramouche is still an asshole,” you start, to which Scaramouche was ready to scold your head off for, but you continue within seconds. “But he’s also a little nicer. To me, at least.” You grin a little, feeling the evil glare on you. “He’s trying his best to sort things out in the castle and he’s always so preoccupied about keeping the kingdom safe. It’s all he ever does.” Scaramouche could sense the eye roll on your expression, though he wasn’t looking. You continue to subtly insult Scaramouche in front of Kuni and ended with “but I’ll keep an eye on him!”

You bow your head towards the grave then turn to Scaramouche, mischief in your eyes. “Anything you wanna say, Scara?” you ask and he has glared at you all through your tattling to Kuni about him but he takes a deep breath and sighs it out just as deep.

Scaramouche turns to Kuni, closes his eyes, as if talking to him privately. He stays like that for a moment before opening them and stating, “...I’ll be fine now, Kuni,” there’s determination in his voice and nothing but confidence. But he had to ruin it with an equally condescending comment about you. “Y/N nags me so much that there’s no way I’ll forget to do things. I even hear her in my sleep.”

“Hey!” you protest.

“You started it!” he barked back.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, grumbling. This was certainly not the type of behaviour one would expect in front of a grave…but since it was Kuni, you had a feeling that he understood anyway, and was perhaps happy to see everything was still as it is, maybe a little better.

“...I forgot something at the carriage, wait here a second,” Scaramouche mumbles, averting his gaze away from you and starts the short walk towards the carriage. It was just a few feet away from the two of you. If you turned, you could see it waiting by the street, but you turn your attention away from it and back to Kuni’s grave as Scaramouche walks away.

“...In all honesty, he’s doing much better, Kuni,” you whisper, not wanting to get caught saying nice things about the ruthless prince. “He’s so stubborn, so annoying and so insulting but he’s just a little concealed in his ways. I think you knew that already though, right?” You smile and stifle a laugh, “He’s nice to me, in his own weird ways,”

“What’re you laughing about?” You whip your head around to see Scaramouche raising an eyebrow at you. He’s clutching something in his arm, and when you realize what it is you let out a gasp.

“Th-That’s my teddy bear! Where’d you get that?!” Scaramouche had conveniently left out the part where your mother had given him your teddy bear. The bear in his arm looked new though, and it was then that you knew he had it repaired. Though you always liked the rustic look of your old bear, knowing that it was repaired and could last longer was a surprise too.

“Somewhere,” Scaramouche replies cryptically. He hands you the bear, and you happily take it. You recognized it as your own because of the purple ribbon around the neck but, on closer inspection, there’s something different about the ribbon.

“What’s…?” You mumble absentmindedly, taking the ribbon on your palm and noticing that something was tied around one of the strings cascading down.

It was a ring tied to the ribbon, letting it hang on the teddy bear’s chest. You touched the ring, and turned it around in your fingers, inspecting it.

It was a simple rose gold band. Very subtle and very unassuming with no jewels or gems at all. You lift your head up to look at Scaramouche with question in your eyes, but he had his gaze averted away from you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch. “...Huh?” You ask again, leaning ever so slightly closer to try and hear him better.

“I said,” he says louder, taking in a breath, “Marry me,”

The wind is knocked out of your lungs.

The proposal was so unexpected and awkward and yet so endearingly sincere. He’s looking straight at you now, a stern gaze on him and you look back at him with your heart caught in your throat, breath taken away, and all you can think of is how much more handsome he looked at that moment.

You stared at him wide eyed, your mouth opening “...We’re already married, idiot,” you couldn’t help but state and he snaps his gaze towards you at that.

“I know that, stupid!” he glares, but you can see that there’s slight unease in his posture. His arms that are always crossed over his chest is not because he was feeling smug at the moment, but more of embarrassment and unsureness.

“I meant, marry me, for real, this time,”

And though your heart was pounding you could only really reply to his proposal with some humor. You were bursting with warmth from your chest, but you didn’t know if he was being serious. “...We ARE married for real,”

Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh and draws himself closer to you, hand catching your elbow, not letting you scamper away from him. “You KNOW what I mean,”

“Do I?” You whisper, a bit of blatant disobedience coming out from you. You feel him lean closer to you and you don’t resist. His other free hand places itself on your waist, gripping at it to move you even closer to him. He closes his eyes, tilts his head the slightest bit sideways and leans in to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.

That’s how you know he was serious.

The kiss lasts for a few innocent seconds, yet the message behind it is priceless. There’s a hint of want, as if this alone was not enough and though he was gentle, he’s held back. As if he wants more than just your lips and your body, like he wants every part of you, your heart, your soul, existing next to him for all eternity.

He pulls only an inch away with a soft sigh, “A wedding with a real kiss at the end,” his hand snakes up towards your neck and tilts your head at the right angle for him to pepper kisses down your jaw. “A wedding with real vows,” he whispers, stopping at your chin then moving up to press one on your cheek. He can’t help but think how warm you are, even in weather that’s bordering on winter, his fingers and lips are heating up on your skin and he loves it. “So? Are you gunna give me an answer, or not?”

There it is. That somewhat charming assertiveness and the rare show of affection. It melts you a little inside when his touch as much as grazes you. “...A small one? With just the few people we care about, maybe?” You try to bargain though it must be strange to have a re-wedding, even with just the closest people there, but you had a hunch that Scaramouche had it all planned out already, excuses and all. He’d always been a detailed planner, if he really wanted something to happen.

He lets out a half-huff and a half-laugh, “I don’t care, princess. As long as you’re there and I’m there,”

It’s your turn to stifle a smile, giving yourself a silly, lovesick, lopsided grin at his statement. “...Alright then, you greedy man. I’ll marry you. Again.” You roll your eyes, but no words can describe how much of a teenager you feel at that moment. How those flutters in your stomach were in fact from this man who had once given you nothing but trouble and grief. He had a long way to go, and so did you, but the world had brought the two of you together, two different shades of the same colour that clashed yet blended together so effortlessly in the end, turning into a pleasant painting of an imperfect yet fervent relationship.

“Then you agree to a real honeymoon too?” There’s a grin in his voice and you gasp in mock surprise.

“Is this why you want a re-wedding? You just want the honeymoon that we missed the first time around!” You put your hand on your chest, pretending to be hurt and wounded but he slinks away from you and flicks your forehead at your antics.

“Maybe,” a smug grin splays on his face, but you know well that he’s just playing along with you. He takes your hand and pulls you along with him, back to the carriage as you continue your act of being torn and hurt.

“You wound me,” though you squeeze his hand back, and you tuck the teddy bear under your arm as you willingly follow him. The smile on your face a complete contrast from your constant complaining and teasing.

He puts your voice at the background as he calms the storm in his heart. As per usual he had a confident and put-together look on, but he had been anxious that you wouldn’t have liked the idea of a “real” wedding.

It wasn’t so much the wedding or festivities that he cared about…it was strangely the authenticity of it…that you deserved more than just a fake one and that he wanted a sincere one for you.

He had it in his mind, had it at the tip of his tongue, but there were some emotions that he wasn’t brave enough to face yet, and some feelings that he wasn’t sure how to put into words, still discovering and exploring it with the thought of you, but he knew what he had envisioned:

A wedding. With sincere and real feelings of what he thought he never needed: Love and a lifetime of companionship.

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fsanyadarkpaw · 11 months

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can you imagine being around them and having to deal with them either bickering or staring at each other with heart-eyes like all the time my gods

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senqv · 2 years

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IMPÉRIALISTE.

genshin impact ! royal au ( part i ) featuring : kaeya , diluc x gn! reader ( separate ) .

warning(s) : near death experience , suicide joke idk (it’s not that bad 😨😨) , slightly suggestive?? ish?? (nothing explicit), arranged marriage . lmk if there are more !

kaeya alberich !

— the adopted son of the previous duke ragnvindr.

the night was seemingly perfect, the cool wind blowing gentle kisses onto your cheeks. your eyelids flutter against your skin as you muse the constellations, knowing each of them by heart.

keyword: seemingly. you hear a light whistle, a crease making its way between your brows at the familiar sound. you turn your head sharply, and sauntering towards you was the culprit in all his glory; kaeya alberich of house ragnivindr.

even you don’t know how you manage to grasp the attention of the aristocracy’s famed bachelor, the adopted son of the late duke crepus ragnvindr and rumoured to have ties to the marred nation of khaenri’ah.

this attention was unwanted.

… is what you’d like to tell yourself. but it was nice, when kaeya would grasp your hands and drag you to a field of flowers he discovered; or when he would listen to you ruminate about literature, plants, art, history — nearly everything.

it was nice.

“i still don’t understand why you like this place so much,” he wrinkles up his perfect nose and sighs as he makes his way towards the marble ledge you were sitting on. “there are many reasons,” you say, turning back towards the garden right below. “i, for one, adore this place because you never know when you will drop off and fall to your death,” your lips curve upwards into a saccharine smile, as you lean forward to feint a fall.

“very funny,” he says, with a slight look of concern. oh, this was rare. slender fingers creeping to grab yours. you startle slightly, but you don’t oppose the cold hand resting atop yours.

you made a disgusted face, “let go,” he hums, amused, but doesn’t remove his hand from yours. your mouth drops open as you let out a huff of air. then came the playful bantering, which was very safe considering the fact that you were shoving and hitting him on the chest gently while dangling precariously on a ledge.

nope. not safe. maybe the universe really hated you today.

a shriek forces it’s way out of your lungs as you slip off the cold marble, falling to your untimely death.

but no — kaeya grabs your hand before you can fall into the shrub of roses below; the tightest he has ever held them. a wave of silence pass through the both of you, and you are sure you both can hear the thunderous drumming of your heart. after you were sure that you were not yet going to die today, you meet his blue eyes, dark as liquid night.

and you see the small curve of his lips.

“kaeya alberich, for the love of god, do not let go,” you seethe, a ferocious glare forming onto your marble statue-like features. his grin widens. you know he is playing with you, but when your feet are hanging in the air and the only thing making sure you won’t fall is his hand, it’s not all that funny.

to you, at least, because the sapphire haired man has a shit eating grin spread across his face, and yet the grip he has on your hand is tighter than ever. kaeya knew, he would never let you go.

“please,” you almost sob. and it’s funny how fast he hoists you up and envelops his arms around your body. maybe his hands were cold, but his body filled you with an inexpressible warmth.

“‘m sorry,” kaeya says sheepishly, but your ears can barely pick up any sound over the thumping of your heart. and it was not due to fear this time. carefully, you placed your head closer to his heart, and the quick vibrations you hear tells you that the blue haired man is perhaps much more affected than his nonchalant actions would say otherwise.

you look up at him with a cheeky grin, and he smiles back, red dusted on his cheeks. it was barely noticeable, and you were sure it would be if not for the moonlight illuminating his every feature.

“falling for me already?” he teased, before gently setting you down on the ledge again, his hands placed securely around your waist.

“oh, you wish.”

diluc ragnvindr !

— grand duke of house ragnvindr.

diluc was pushed into his role at a very young age, following the untimely death of his father.

he was all but incapable — strong, intelligent; managing the winery and land at a young age. but this… situation that he was currently in had him doubting his management skills.

it’s you. you were the situation.

his father, crepus, left him a will before he died, and in which included a contract formed by him long ago. it’s contents suggesting that one of his sons will take you, the firstborn child of your family, as a spouse. but.. your carefree and wild attitude was much unlike any other lady in the aristocracy. it baffled diluc. while he expected a demure and refined lady like the ones he was used to meeting, diluc can’t say he isn’t shocked by you. you and your flowing hair and gleaming eyes. you who wears whatever you wish, unapologetically. you who mounts the horses better than men and calls out loudly whoever looks down upon you.

diluc wouldn’t have minded, he thinks, if you had not come and bothered him at work almost everyday. he must be going crazy, and now his mind is all filled with you, you, and only you.

“oh, do not look so disheartened, dear husband,” you pout, exaggerating a sigh that could probably blow some of the powdered wigs that the fontainean aristocrats wore off their heads. diluc gives you an exasperated glower as you lick the remaining bits of icing from your desert off your fingers, perched on his desk.

“you’re interrupting my work.” he says, after a while, leaning back into his plush chair and massaging his temples. “diluc,” he looks up immediately at the sound of your voice, cocking his head to the side. “diluc, don’t lie. i know you like spending time with me,” you smile, little fangs peeking out of your lips. diluc feels the hot blush flash across his face, his eyes narrowing. “you—“ he stands up and you quickly hop off the table, the room reverberating with your laughter. “uh-oh, touchy,” you back up as diluc makes his way towards you, but both yours and his face are anything but scared or angry.

you squeal as he hoists you up with almost no effort (thanks to his training with the claymore; his arms are very muscular, you note), sitting you down on his desk, his lithe fingers never leaving your waist. he sighs, “i don’t know what im going to do with you.”

“more like you don’t know what you’re going to do without me,” you shoot back playfully. but he knows that you’re right. he knows that he cannot stop thinking about you because he loves you. and this love was one that did not need to be said, but felt with every breathe and and connection; this love you will not hear or see, but you will know of.

a small whisper of your name turns your attention back on him. and oh god, you love the way he says your name, how he pronounces every syllable like it is something sacred. in some regions they say you have a difficult name, but the way he says your name is perfect. your hands slide over the skin on his neck, tracing his jawline and finally cupping his cheeks. you let out a lofty sigh at the way he leans into your palm, your touch. and when he kisses you, it’s gentle and playful, tipping his head back like he’s drunk off the feel of you. just let him savour you for a little while, and in the light of mond’s dawning, there are only the two of you, as it will be for a long time.

06. 17. 22.

part ii : soon

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ira-dendrobium · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Royal AU

I read so many stories from tumblr about this one particular AU and my brain can't help but imagined what the character look like as a royalty or nobility.

So because I can't control my desire, I decided to make the art out of it. (Maybe I will make the series of art from this au?)

Let's start the royal au character with Venti, our dear anemo archon.

Maybe he will be known as the King of freedom. His clothes are inspired by Rome style.

If you want to see a much more detailed progress, you guys can go to my Instagram @vitty.lee

It's still pretty much a new account. Sometimes I also like to post about my daily life (If I'm not feeling lazy...)

I will create another writing about genshin soon. So it's nice to see all of you again 😊.

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bloodandthestars · 10 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.

— royal au, duke!diluc, fem!reader, smut drabble

wc: 661 I recommend classical music while reading.

The ball was exquisite. Each detail to the interior curated to perfection. The floors were polished to reflect the many dancing couples, the jewels of the chandeliers gave the room a golden glow.

But none of that, mattered.

Your brain felt like mush, you can’t remember what excuse he used to drag you into seclusion. What was it? Something about a stroll in the garden? Whatever it was, it worked. The duke gave your former dance partner a bow of gratitude, offering an arm to bind you to him. You gave him a smile, and only in the silent halls of the estate did he return it. A slow, elegant stride turned into quick steps the further you reached your destination. The two of you look over your shoulders, making sure privacy was bountiful in each other’s wake, before slipping inside the study you knew all too well.

The duke lit a flame to the fireplace, and if you weren’t mistaken, he did so with haste. He turned around, seeing the light highlight your beauty. You remember, in turn, catching his gaze, and finding red eyes bore into you. Your eyes go to his lips, you catch his glance at yours, and without a moment to lose— you both flew into a heated kiss. Full of the tight pressure of yearning and need. All of his stoic nature, his hesitance, devoured by being deprived of your touch.

You remember that much. But at this point, you can’t recall what color the drapes were back in the dancing hall. Your eyes were shut tightly as his tongue worked at your puffy cunt. He moved the many layers of your dress upward, holding you against the bookcase with a leg hooked over his shoulder. He pulls and kneads at the limb. It had felt like hours had gone by with the way he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. Each clench around his head earns a muffled moan from the duke. Neatly tucked crimson hair for the divine night was found in erratic tussles of your fists. You pull him in again with a twitch of your hips, and who was he to refuse the opportunity to taste the likes of heaven?

The quiet of the study filled with muffled gasps and short whispers of each other’s names. Titles be in the wind, long forgotten in the mesh of your bodies. Each praise was poetry on his tongue, recited to you again and again with each wave of pleasure. Stanzas of desperation for your ears alone. “No other woman could wear such a dress.” He speaks breathlessly into your ear. “But your bodice is incomparable to the pull your soul takes on mine.”

Your head lulls against his, unable to think about anything but him and the constant reminder to keep your voice down. A hand keeps you up right by holding your thigh, pressing firm fingers into its stocking. You hook it around his waist to remain steady in his rhythm. Each gasp that falls from your lips drives him further. Further he moves inside you, further he pushes his chest to yours with no space left. Around the back of his neck, your hands are tight into his hair and holding onto his formal jacket. Here, he could not hide from you, could not tear his eyes away in a moment of fear. He would look to where you both connect with blown pupils and eyes that poured affection into yours. Raw and bare in every moment and the next, he was not the Duke of Mondstat. He was yours.

And as you reach another taut pressure, you spill onto his lips in frantic mutterings that you’re his. He swallows them while in another kiss that leaves your head spinning. It’s there where your memory comes back in flurries of seeing stars. You remember his words exactly, how you both ended up here. He simply wished to taste the sun.

#writing #credit to cafekitsune for banners #diluc x you #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc smut #diluc ragnivindr smut #genshin diluc #genshin impact #genshin smut #royal au #royalcore #can you tell someone watches a lot of period pieces. smiles.#smut #drabble #genshin royal au

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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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The aquamarine umbrella

duke!neuvillette x dutchess!reader

i have been consuming too much manhwa and too much neuvillette brainrot so this farted out my brain in approximately 4 hours (i know)

also it just so happens to be my first time whipping out my poetic writing side so that means it was written in my native language and then translated into eng because english vocab is scary ( T﹏T )

also you won't guess.... genshin debut!!! 😘😘😘😘😘

What happens when fate doesn't favour you? When you have to leave the place you once called home because of things beyond your authority?

You are sent to an unknown land in a decorated carriage and into the arms not of a Lord mysterious to all. Well, he is not a complete stranger to you, but the name 'Neuvillette' is not quite a sufficient description of his personality.

The closer you get to his estate, the more you realise your helplessness. As the daughter of an unfavoured duke in your country, you have been chosen for this unfortunate marriage. When father called you into his office, you did not expect his grim face. Or the news that you were to recieve on that fateful day.

So, fate decided to marry you to the heartless dragon of the waters, Neuvillette. Neuvillette is a bit... mysterious among the upper class. You only hear horrible but unconfirmed stories about him. But if there are so many, there's a good chance that at least one of them is true. He didn't even show up at the wedding ceremony, so you can only imagine his appearance.

Neither fierce anger nor the shedding of tears has solved your situation. It's not fair that you can just be sold around like property if you're a woman. But you also know that the King would have you executed if you opposed him. Maybe that would even be better.

You can just clutch the big, heavy bracelet around your neck, made of beautiful sparkling diamonds, and hope that the sky above you is full of stars for a few more years. That you will feel the satin covers under you when you wake up, that you will see the sunset every night.

These little things that you used to take for granted now threaten you with an eternal goodbye.

You should smile right now. Smile and look out of the beautifully decorated window of your carriage and wave at the people of his estate who wave back cheerfully in your direction.

His people do not look miserable. The houses are beautifully built and the smiles on the children's faces bring tears of happiness to your eyes. At least that can comfort you.

There are also small creatures waving at you which remind you of deer. You have never seen anything like them before in your life. You have only seen dead deer after a successful hunting trip from brother. You have always felt a little sorry for them.

They were probably happy in nature, surrounded by clear water, lush trees and the soothing chirping of birds. And in one moment, it all ends.

Perhaps now you understand how a deer feels.

Before you can think too much about the deer-like girls, the coachman is holding out his hand for you to get out of the carriage.

Fate has brought you in front of his castle. From inside, you can hear the soothing sound of water. How familiar.

With every step, the click of your heels can be heard echoing through the great hall. The maids bow to you, standing in a row. The interior of the castle is beautiful. You feel as if you are a small pebble in a bubbling brook, and everything around you sparkles.

Suddenly you hear your own name echoing around the hall. You look up and see him for the first time.

And oh, what a sight he is.

Eyes that sparkle like polished lapis lazuli jewels. Long white hair that looks like pristine silk. A hardened, blank face that holds no forgiveness. Is this what a dragon is supposed to look like?

You bow to him quickly. If you really don't want to become like a deer, it's better to be polite and obedient. Obedience is something that is implanted in you as a young duchess. It is all you've ever known. Quite unfortunate, is it not?

"Welcome to my estate. You probably know me already, but I politely ask you to refer to me by my surname. Since exactly one month ago, we are husband and wife by law. I hope you had a safe journey here." He greeted you formally. You also realised that he called you by your father's surname. Since you are his wife, you are now a Neuvillette. How odd.

It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself and answer him. "It is nice to be here."

The answer is quite modest, just as is expected from someone like you.

"Please take her to her room. I can't assure you that I'll always be here if concerns arise, but if you have any at all, you may consult me about it. I hope you sleep soundly tonight."

And so he disappeared down the beautiful blue corridor, leaving you with only the maids who, at his command, showed you the way to your chambers.

Your bed chamber is also a beautiful blue colour. He seems to have a liking for the color blue.

The sky is already turning red, dusk is approaching and with it your first night in your new home. Tonight you can see the sunset. The maids leave you alone, and you immediately lean against the window. Even though you can't see them yet, you are already asking the stars to forgive you. That you will never take anything for granted, as long as they shine. Then everything will be all right.

"How do you feel? I hope the food is to your tastes." Your husband suddenly speaks. He is sitting across the large dining table, but dishes are only placed on your side.

"Everything is fine." You hesitate for a few seconds, wondering if you should bring up your concern. "...B-But, why aren't you eating anything?" you quickly grab a decorated glass and take a big sip of water to fill the awkwardness.

"Human food mostly doesn't interest me, unless it has a large percentage of water. Simple water is more suited to my tastes." His answer is simple, but it doesn't surprise you. He is the hydro dragon, after all. Although you keep forgetting that, because he looks about the same as a human.

"Ah, so... Can.... can you tell me a little about yourself?" you hope you don't sound traitorous or as if you suspect him. So far he's been nothing but polite to you. But what do you know... it's always good to be sure.

"You look like you're guilty of something. I know that look well."

Before you have time to answer, he's already talking. Thank God.

"I don't know what exactly about me you're interested in. But I assume you already know some things about me. For purely impersonal reasons, I can already tell you that in all probability we will never know each other well." These words glue your eyes to his. You don't know exactly what it is, but there is an emotion behind them that is unknown to you. One that makes your chest feel tight.

"I am my land's ludex, not just its ruler. The chief of justice, if you will. I create and oversee laws and hold trials for the accused. I do not doubt you, believe me. But it is best if we keep a distance in between us. Impartiality is the primary virtue of a judge." He explained, eyes closed.

You don't know exactly why, but his words make your heart ache. You don't even know him, and he hasn't cruelly rejected you, but as a little girl you always read fairy tales about love, where a boy and a girl love each other for all eternity. No, since when are you so selfish?! Be happy that he doesn't beat you.

A sad reality many noblewomen in arranged marriages face.

"Ah, I see."

The rest of breakfast was spent in a kind of suffocating silence. You didn't know where to look. Perhaps this accident is suited to you, because nothing comes from nothing.

"It's raining today." The maid gently reminds you as she puts a necklace around your neck. You've never been particularly happy about rainy days, especially because of mother. She always made you wear brightly coloured dresses and would get yell at you late into the evening if you came inside with mud on the bottom of your dress.

And she didn't like it if you got wet, either. To you, rain is an inconvenience that occurs every now and then. Since you came here, you rarely get to see your husband. But his beautiful long hair reminds you of the white silk covers on your bed, and his blue eyes remind you of the diamond in your ring. That much hasn't changed.

You have a tradition of walking through the town every day and greeting people. Your parents made you stop doing this when you were a little girl, because "it is outrageous for the duchy to talk to the townspeople and peasants."

But now that you are Lady Neuvillette, that is no longer the case. You haven't had a chance to ask Neuvillette if you have permission to do so, but so far he hasn't said anything, so you think he doesn't mind.

You are very glad that he is a good man.

You have also made friends with the deer-like creatures, or rather the Melusines. You met one while on a walk and she seemed delighted to see you. After a while, the Melusines showed you their artwork and their cuisine. You thought it was strange, but you were happy to see your new friend's culture nonetheless.

Sometimes they tell you that they notice you immediately when you go out for a walk.

And today is no different. Even if it's a rainy day, the walk has become important for you, for the Melusines and for the people of his estate. The children who sometimes bring you freshly picked flowers make your heart swell.

The maids hand you an aquamarine umbrella, decorated with lace, in your hands at the entrance. It will do nicely.

You wave to the local children on your walk, say hello to the Melusines you meet on the way, and decide to visit a small waterfall in the area before returning. It's not the sunniest of days, but it's still a day to experience. And long ago, you promised the stars that you would look forward to every day.

But you notice something interesting by the waterfall. The closer and closer you get, the clearer this thing becomes. It's not a thing, it's your husband!

He's standing in the rain without an umbrella with a peaceful expression on his face. It is as if he is relieved of all pain. You are tempted to go to him and at the same time you want to leave him alone. You stand in the rain for a few seconds, but finally hear your heart calling you to him.

He notices you and greets you calmly. You stand next to him and watch the water bounce down the little river that flows under the waterfall.

"I'm sorry I don't come to see you as much as I would like. As my wife, you are my responsibility." As soon as he says it, you start defending him. You know how busy leading a fief can leave you. You've already got used to your new life, so there's really no need for him to worry.

"The Melusines tell me a lot about you."

"Really?!" You knew that the Melusines liked Neuvillette, but you didn't know that they also shared things about you to him.

"Really. Thank you for being so kind to them. Melusines are... important to me." His smile made you a little jealous. It's nothing, he knows Melusines better than you anyways. And the agreement still stands.

"You really like the rain, don't you?" you commented, looking at his peaceful face once again.

"Yes, really. The rain is beautiful." His eyes meet yours, and behind them there is undoubtedly a gleam of joy. And it stirs something new in you. You are not a deer. At least not here.

You don't know why, but suddenly you're holding his hand instead of your aquamarine umbrella and you're getting soaked by the rain.

He looks at you with surprise on his face, as if he never expected this to happen.

"Does it bother you?" you ask him, worried he doesn't like it.

"Not really. Feel free to hold my hand whenever you wish. You are my wife."

A comfortable silence fills the air, with only the sounds of the waterfall and the rain to accompany your thoughts.

What's a young lady to do with her heart if fate decides that she should fall in love with her distant husband?

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saruhxiii · 29 days

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royals au #neuvifuri duke and duchess in another lifetime.

#neuvifuri #genshin impact #furina #neuvillette #royals au

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apneicodette · 1 year

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The Compass leads back to you

Pirate!Scaramouche x (Female)Reader

One-shot

Warnings: none

You miserably sulk to the music at your engagement party, more so a ball, to a man your father had arranged for you to marry. Waiting for the dreadful day to end, you hadn't anticipated seeing a face of the past. One that you had missed dearly.

Even though the music was ever so graceful, ever so soothing. It still felt all the more suffocating.

It was a ball, ofcourse.

You sighed at the top of the balcony near the stairs gazing at the many guest waltzing about in their grand outfits. They were here for you and your fiance's engagement.

Away from the eyes of others you eyed your sooned to be husband, greeting the many alliances that he'll gain once you've married. Your father a very powerful man, the one who arrange this marriage in the first place, is a force to be reckoned with.

You'd would know, you were quite the rebellious child in your teen years. You couldn't help but smile at the memories that came flooding in.

"Are you that happy to be engaged?-" A condescending tone reached your ears. You watched as a familiar figure, one you thought you never see again, appear from the shadow. It was as if he knew you were thinking of him.

His violet hair had gotten longer, and his matching colored eyes gotten sharper. Though he had obviously matured, the boy you first met was still there. Your heart started to heat up, but you maintained your composure on the outside.

"And here I thought all this time you missed me" He stepped closer to where you stood at the edge of the railing. You could smell the sea on his dark brown attire paired with his infamous tricorne hat and the hanging bell he keeps attached to it.

"Scaramouche" you softly spoke.

He tilted his hat in response along with the smirk you remember he often did.

"In the flesh" he lifted your right gloved hand and gently placed a kiss. You allowed him to, and it had brought you to your senses.

"You shouldn't be here, matter in fact why even are you here? If my father catches a sight of you-"

"Relax, princess", your eye twitched at the name.

"I'm serious." You said showing your urgency as you stared him down.

He laughed as he gazed down the balcony as you once were mere mintues ago. You followed his eyes at a particular light blued haired man. "A Kamisato. Can't say I'm surprised at your father's choice."

"Ayato is a wealthy man, from a wealthy family. My father chose well."

Scaramouche's eyes grew dull at the words that came out of your mouth. "First name basis already, you must love him!" He bitterly said.

You tisked in annoyance at his comment. He knew. He knew you didn't love the man. And it felt like he was making fun of you for the fake act, all for your father's sake.

"What do you want. Here to steal some jewels? Money? A family heirloom?" You jabbed at him.

"I'm here for you."

What.

It took you second to understand the words that came out his mouth, that you hadn't realized you avoided his eyes. And how sincere they were.

You scoffed out in defense. "It's been a year since we've seen each other. And the last time we saw each other we almost gotten each other killed. You need to leave."

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your dismissive response. "Last time, your father got in the way-"

"Your point is?" You cut him off.

"My point is, we had fun together. Don't you remember? We were free. Free from this cursed world, freed from people who tired to chain us down to their ideals"

You could see the temper in Scaramouche voice rising. (A skill you gained from the years of experiencing his hot headness). You forcibly dragged him, though he didn't fight back, to a more secluded and shaded area, away from prying eyes.

"Yes, because killing, stealing, committing crimes to get such freedom is justified" You sarcastically whispered.

Scaramouche laughed as he leaned in, playing with your hair. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy the ride."

He sighed at the expression of a kicked puppy you had on. "You loved the sea. The crew. Now look at you-

"-Beautiful as ever, even while chained."

You roughfully pushed him away from you. "Have you come here just to taunt me? Ridicule me?"

"I'm here to save you. Just as you've done to me all those years ago."

"So tell me-" He got closer to you, catching your arms to prevent you from pushing him away. "Tell me that you love that Kamisato skunk. Tell me that you love the life your father written out for you. Tell me that you don't want me. Tell me that you don't love me." He leaned his head ontop of yours. "And then I'll leave", he was desperate, and that's when you made a connection that things never really changed between you two.

You remember when you first met him. It was at the black market downtown, and you being a disobedient child had ran away from home. You just so happened to run into the most wanted pirate in the area, and he so willingly allowed you to hitch a ride in his ship. For a reason even he didn't know as to why.

But what you both didn't know was how much fun you'd have together. And oh, how much he brought out the bad side of you. A princess stealing?

Partners in crime you both were. You as the beautiful distraction, charming your victims. All while Scaramouche was in the shadows whisking away anything of valuable.

Though things got ugly. You had each other. And oh, how you brought out the good side in him. So much so that it terrified him. Terrified him so much that no matter how hard he wanted to run away. He couldn't bring himself to do so.

He always felt he was missing something in his life. The amount of gossip he couldn't escape from. A failure of a child prodigy. Unwanted by his mother. He started to believe what people said about him that he acted like it. A heartless fool. He created a new identity from the stories that his origins were no longer remembered by others.

A cycle of pain he found himself in, that he decided to distract by committing crimes against these high ranked individuals. For years he did this until it led him to you.

His heart.

"You know I love you." You confess, voice shakey as you were in the brink of tears. "But I can't bare to see you get harmed again because of my f-"

The second he heard the words he longed to fall out your mouth, he smashed his lips onto yours. Rough like his personality but the touch of his hand on the side of you face and waist were soft just as his love for you. You reciprocated the kiss. For how long have you waited to be near him? To touch him once again. Your were so lost in the moment you didn't noticed when he slipped out your engagement ring from your left hand.

He slowly back away, his eyes lingering on your lips clearly wanting more.

"Your a hard lady to please. You don't need to worry about your father. Where we're going is somewhere he'll never be able to reach."

If you thought your heart was racing before it doesn't compare to how much it was racing now. It was so fast you thought it'd rip out of your chest.

It was just like the first time you escaped from home. The same adrenaline rush was flowing through your veins. The thought of escaping had you wanting to laugh both out of joy and nervousness. And the fact that your now with him. Your wanted criminal.

"With that look on your face, it seems like I finally made you come to your senses. To think all it took was kiss to do so" he smugly said. "Should I do it more often?"

"Just get us out of here idiot."

"But ofcourse, princess" you yelped as he picked you up to carry you in bridal style.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Scaramouche laughed at your spark of attitude His mind fluttered as he sees the girl he first met.

"Well sweetheart, we are going to be running. And as far as I remember you've never been a good runner" he starts walking with you in his arms back into the light.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, hey what are you-?"

Scaramouche throws a jewel you quickly see was your engagement ring down the balcony.

The sound of it reaching and cracking into the ground alerted the people as it reached the foot of Kamisato Ayato. To which he rapidly made eye contact to Scaramouche. You saw him flick his eyes back forth to you and him. He understood the whole situation, his hand gripping the handle of his sword laying on his waist.

Scaramouche smiled in a sense of victory at Kamisato's silent fury. You tightly grapsed onto Scaramouche's neck as you tsked at his petty antic. Guards charging up the stairs yelling out to halt and to surrender, both which Scaramouche will not do. Scaramouche took this as the time to start running as he secured the grip he had on you.

"You just had to get the last word didn't you."

"Can you blame me? He thought he could have you."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #pirate scaramouche #genshin royal au #genshin pirate au

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windwheeler-aster · 1 year

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caught in the act

summary: you and your secret lover, whom you’re sworn to protect, are discovered in the middle of a scandalous position

masterlist

pairings (separate): capitano, arlecchino, and dottore x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is a soldier for the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler

word count: 1281 words~ per section (4 mins~ per section)

genre: romance, Royal AU, forbidden romance, suggestive

format: headcanons and blurbs

warnings: unbalanced power dynamics (ruler x soldier), suggestive themes and dialogue, arlecchino threatening some guards, and being caught in the middle of something spicy

a/n: tbh idk where this came from (i do. it is my capitano brain worm and royal AU brain worm’s combined efforts to make my life misrable). i really enjoyed writing some suggestive stuff, but it’s been a long while so i apologize if it’s rusty and stuff. i hope you enjoy it, regardless :)

capitano is more than capable of defending himself, but he still insists on keeping you as his personal bodyguard

it’s not at all because of his blatant favoritism for a soldier who had steadily risen throughout the ranks over the course of their career in the name of his protection. no, not at all

and it’s certainly not because the rooms of the castle feel less cold and lonely with you by his side

or how by entrusting you to be by his side for his every waking moment, capitano ensures that you’re safe. no, not at all

and in the eyes of the public, capitano and his bodyguard barely speak a word to each other. the relationship between the two is strictly professional, nothing more and nothing less

but behind closed doors? an entirely different story

he murmurs sweet nothings into your ears as he embraces you, his chest rumbling from deep within as he chuckles at your whines and gentle protests

capitano is a gentle and sweet lover, who admires you more with each passing day and would do anything for you

and those moments behind closed doors or scheduled hallways are always special to you both, memories that you’ll always treasure

until one of capitano’s servants walks in on you and him in a... compromising position

You held Capitano’s strong, capable gloved hands in yours, caressing his muscular knuckles gently. You peered up into the helm of darkness that hid his eyes from your view. But deep within your heart, you knew they shared the same sparkle of desire as yours. So, you smiled up at him and slowly fell back onto the bed that was behind you two, bringing him with you.

His bed bounced as you two found settled into the mattress, but it continued to jiggle as Capitano discarded his helmet and began to remove some of his clothing. You followed suit, tossing aside some layers as you pushed your lips up to meet his. He grinned into the kiss, taking it as a queue to hurry and disrobe himself fully.

But just as he took off his tight shirt, there was a swift knock at his door. You both froze, inches apart from each other, half naked, and staring at the two grand doors to Capitano’s chambers. Your heart beat continued to beat faster, but more so from fear than from the excitement before. Capitano and you waited for a beat, nearly forgetting to breathe. Then another moment passed, and then another. You both exhaled, thankful that whomever was at the door had left.

Or that’s what you thought before the doors were pushed open, and the head of a measly servant poked into the chambers. They stared down at their clipboard, pushing up their speckles as they did so, scanning the list of items they had before them.

“My lord, pardon the intrusion but I was just—” they looked up and gasped. “Dear heavens! M-my lord, p-please forgive me for—”

“Get out,” Capitano snarled, blocking his body to protect yours from the servant’s sight.

“Yes, right away, lord Capitano!”

And with that, they scurried out of the room, shutting the doors behind them just as quickly. You both heard the servant’s heavy breaths from outside the door, and then their footsteps as they made their way down the hallway.

Capitano glared at the door for another moment before turning to you, his gaze instantly softening. “Are you alright?”

You blinked, your throat tight and your skin feeling like it was set ablaze. Nothing about what just happened was alright. You and Capitano were in the middle of an intimate moment, one between the Lord of the castle and his lover, his bodyguard. You were mortified and anxious beyond means about what was next.

“No,” you told him. “N-no, I’m not alright.”

Capitano bent down and pressed a kiss to your temple. He then wrapped his big, strong arms around you to cradle you against his chest. One of his hands, now ungloved, made its way up and down your back, very slowly.

“It’s going to be alright,” he promised. “I’ll talk with them, alright? No one will find out about this, and we can—”

“B-but… but I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

Capitano paused and looked at you, his brows raised dramatically. “Really?”

You nodded. “It’s painful, love, to see you being flirted with every day in court. Or to hear the nasty rumors about us as we patrol the halls together. Rumors of us being nothing more than just two depraved and shameless individuals who unspeakable things behind closed doors. ” You shuddered. “It makes me feel bad.”

“But they’re true, aren’t they?” he chuckled, placing a quick in the space between where your jawline begins and your ear lobe ends.

You scowled at him. “That’s not the point.”

“Sorry, I couldn't resist teasing you,” Capitano snickered into your skin. “But I understand what you mean, dear. It’s quite… tiring to listen to those rumors and suffer through those attempts at flirtations,” he sighed. But then he turned to you and smiled, softly. “So I am more than content with being truthful about our relationship, love. Our love for each other will never be a secret, starting today.”

You kissed him, happiness effectively consuming you. But once you broke away, you frowned. “It’s a shame that the way our relationship was discovered was… well, like that. I wish it were more romantic.”

Capitano chuckled and kissed you again. “Well, if you ask me, darling, every time we make love is quite romantic.” He looked at you and smirked. “Though, I’m more than willing to… ‘let go’, if you will, and make it more carnally driven. Would you like that, darling?”

arlecchino is more than able to defend herself

in the past, she’s refused any and all offers of a personal bodyguard from her royal court

until you came along, just a new recruit when it came to the life inside the castle, guarding the lady arlecchino

the moment she spotted you, arlecchino knew she couldn’t have you out of her sights. what if something happened to her precious soldier? or worse, someone snatched you up and put a pretty ring on your finger before she could

she just could not stand the possibility of that happening, not one bit

so, she put the idea of you as a personal bodyguard into the court’s heads. and, soon enough, your name and file was presented to her when the court offered more candidates for her protection

a while after your promotion, the lines between professional and unprofessional blurs as you began your secret courtship with the lady

and a secret it is! arlecchino goes above and beyond to ensure your relationship isn’t known

well, that is until one evening where you were escorting arlecchino from a feast. which, directly after leaving, she pinned you into a nearby corner after

which is exactly the position two patrolling guards found you two in, with gaped mouths as they saw arlechino’s lips on your neck, glaring daggers at them

One moment, you were saying goodbye to Arlecchino’s guests on her behalf as you escorted her out of the chamber. Her arm was slung around your shoulder, and the lady of the castle was bold enough to lean into you. Luckily, everyone seemed too cup-shotten to bat an eye at the sight. Still, you waved goodbye and shuffled along with Lady Arlecchino on your shoulder.

And then just as the doors to the main hall are closed, Arlecchino snaps out of her drowsy state. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you around the corner, quickly pinning you to the wall. Your breath hitches as you look into her eyes, the red ‘x’ shape in each boring into you. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and her breathing deepened as a blush spread over her lovely face.

“Want you,” she slurred out, her eyes tracing the outline of your lips. “I want you so bad, dove.”

“Arlecchino, we’re out in the open,” you hissed, craning your neck to look over Arlecchino’s shoulders.

“That didn’t stop us before,” she chuckled into your skin, now pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. But they were more like pecks than kisses, leaving you with the desire for more.

“Anyone can see us.”

“So?” Arlecchino lips pulled back into a mischievous grin. “Maybe I want them to see.”

You looked into her eyes once more, your cheeks set ablaze. Your whole body felt hot, and you felt a wave of excitement— or maybe arousal— course through you. Finally, you relaxed under Arlecchino’s eyes and let her descend upon your neck.

She nibbled on your neck and you gasped. “Arlecchino!”

She cooed at you in response, kissing over the harsh mark she bit into your neck. “Need to show them all you’re mine, darling. Please, keep quiet.”

“No, Arlecchino—”

She pulled up from your neck and frowned. “What is it, darling? Do you wish to stop?”

“No,” you breathed out. But then you caught something in the corner of your eye and said, “But—”

“Hm, good,” the lady practically purred. “Now, where were we, my love?”

Something clattered to the ground behind you two, which made Arlecchino snap around and put her back to your chest. Both her chest and yours heaved and swelled as you took in the surroundings, preparing for some clumsy attack.

But instead, your eyes find a pair of guards on patrol. Their mouths were agape, and one of them had very clearly dropped their shield to the ground in surprise.

“L-lady Arlecchino,” one stuttered. “What are you—”

“Can’t you see we’re a little bit busy?” Arlecchino nearly snarled, lifting herself up to her full height, easily towering over the two guards. You couldn’t help but nearly moan at the intimidating sight.

The two guards looked at Lady Arlecchino, then at you, and then at themselves. A silent conversation seemed to pass between them both, as they both gave her a stuttered nod.

“Sorry ma’am,” one murmured as they bent down to pick up their shield.

Their partner grabbed them by the elbow and dragged them further down the corridor. “Have a nice evening, Lady Arlecchino.”

You both waited a moment, listening intently to the bickering voices that drifted down the hall. Once they had gone far enough, Arlecchino’s shoulders came back down and she heaved a heavy sigh.

“These are the people I’m hiring?” she asked herself. Then, Arlecchino looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly at you. “Sorry you had to see that, my dear.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at her. “It’s fine, love. Though, aren’t you a bit worried that those guards will go blabber about seeing us make out in the hallway?”

Arlecchino shrugged. “It was going to get out sooner or later, so I don’t think it really matters. But are you worried, darling?” she took your hands into hers. “Because if you are, I can call those idiots back here and—”

“No, that’s not necessary,” you say quickly.

“Ah, alright then,” she smiled. “Now, would you like to continue this or…?”

You answered Arlecchino’s question by initiating a passionate kiss, your hands and hers breaking apart to roam around each other.

“Hm, very good, darling,” she mumbled against your lips. “Now, let’s carry this to my chambers before someone catches us doing more than just making out.”

dottore didn’t hire you for his protection

although he’ll never admit it, the real reason he hired you was because he was lonely

being cooped up in a lab all day with clones drives dottore mad, so it’s only fair that he at least gets someone new to look at

though, you serve as dottore’s lab assistant more than his bodyguard

which is fine to dottore. to be honest, he though you served up your usefulness on the first day

but he was glad to be proven wrong, thankfully

and dottore won’t lie that seeing your face all day brings a comfort to him

but between all the accidental touches and longing stares, something was bound to finally happened between you two

so it shouldn’t be so surprising that you and dottore have abandoned a professional relationship and moved on to romance and passion

what is surprising is the fact that you two had managed to keep a secret for so long

but of course, just when you and dottore had thrown caution out the window and indulged in one another, dottore’s physician decides to finally check in on his lord

which leads to the physician discovering you and dottore in a very scandalous position

but to be honest, dottore only gets mad because your time together was interrupted. he couldn’t really care if the physician saw you two together

dottore is more than relieved that he no longer has to pretend there isn’t something between you two... it would jus tbe nice if his physician picked up his jaw and left already

“My dear assistant,” he murmured from beside you. “Can you look at me for a moment?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love. Though, I would prefer it if you addressed me by—” you stopped, the breath sucked out of you when you noticed just how close Dottore was to you.

You stood before Dottore as he analyzed your face. His eyes darted from one spot to the next, memorizing each detail he couldn’t see before. But his eyes paused on your lips, over and over, and he can’t help but part his own.

He smirked. “Just as I thought.”

“What?” you asked, snapping out of your fluster.

“I had my suspicions for a while,” Dottore began, “but after a brief examination, I’m afraid that it’s true.”

“And what’s that?” you challenged.

“Oh, just that you’re completely enamored by me,” Dottore said, a cocky grin pulling his lips to the side. “And, luckily for you, I have just the cure.”

And before you knew it, Dottore had coaxed you onto his table. He had brushed everything to the side, ignoring the sounds of the stacks of papers falling and glass breaking. Dottore’s lips chased yours as he kissed you over and over, his hands roaming your thighs as he sandwiches his pelvis between them. He was desperate for you, and you couldn’t help but be just as desperate.

Your hands made their way into his blue hair and Dottore hips stuttered, pulling out a soft gasp from you. One glance down and you were greeted with a familiar sight, which earned a chuckle from you. But before you could tease him, he grabbed your hips and slowly guided you towards him. Your breath hitched as your pelvis grazed over his and Dottore laughed at your reaction.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed. “Already so desperate for me, hm? You’re practically drooling, dear.”

Your cheeks burned, but you managed to snap back at him. “You act like you’re not as desperate, Dottore.”

His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle from within. “My, you’re already talking back to me?” He smiled and leaned close to you. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be so bratty?”

But before you could reply with a carefully crafted retort, the familiar creak of the lab’s door interrupted you.

You whipped your head over and saw Dottore’s physician by the door. You froze, while Dottore simply looked over his shoulder, very much annoyed.

His mouth hung open as he took in the sight of you and Dottore. He dropped his pen and clipboard in his shock, and made no move to pick them up. For a minute, you worried that the old man was experiencing a heart attack from the shock.

“I-I heard some glass breaking and came to check on y-you, Lord Dottore,” the physician’s eyes filtered over to you. Instinctively, you leaned away from his sight so you hid behind Dottore, slightly. “Are you alright, my Lord?”

“Well, if you couldn’t see already, we’re perfectly alright,” he replied.

“Are you sure, my—”

Dottore nearly snarled. “Yes, I’m very sure. Now, please, leave.”

With that, the physician picked up his things, shut the door, and scurried down the hall.

Dottore sighed, “Idiots. I work with idiots,” he caught your eye and smiled. “But not you. Now, where were we?”

“But are you not… bothered, at all? The physician just saw us together and… well, you know,” you said, embarrassment coursing through you.

Dottore frowned. “Darling, if you’re worried about my reputation; don’t be. I consider it a great honor to be your lover, and I could care less about what others think,” he looked at you again, and smiled warmly. “Now, would you like to continue what we started?”

You nodded.

“Words, love.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent,” Dottore leaned over and resumed pressing kissed into your neck. “And my dear, don’t worry about being quiet. The whole castle will know about us by the time I’m done with you anyway, so there’s no reason to hide your pleasure.”

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 20) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Note: The next chapter will be an epilogue of sorts. This is already the end, actually, but I’m just going to tie up some loose ends in Chapter 21, just so everything is a little smoothened out. gnosis, kuni, tartaglia, scara and reader talking and all those other things.

Warnings: severely injured reader, soft Scara, I feel like the reunion was abrupt but I was kind of going for that? idk. it was too long already.

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

“The Harvest Festival is in a few days,”

The sound of cutlery clinking over the plates and food being passed around was the norm during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Somehow with his mother and father home there was always something to talk about, but not everything caught Scaramouche’s attention.

“...So it is,” Scaramouche answered his father only out of courtesy, he wasn’t really all that interested in the upcoming Harvest Festival. Why would he be?

Father and Mother exchanged looks, watching as their son yet again picked at his plate, pushing food around as if that would trick them into thinking he was eating healthily. He’d been eating sparsely, only what he felt like he needed and that usually wasn’t more than a few spoonfuls of soup, or half a steak.

“It’d be good to get some fresh air, the townspeople will be excited,” It was his mother who suggested this, glancing at her son who nodded and finally picked up a piece of egg to eat.

“I’ll go on patrol, I always am on that day anyway,” Scaramouche replies, to which his mother frowns. That wasn’t what she meant. She had wanted Scaramouche to enjoy the festivities, not manage it. She holds back a sigh. She wasn’t all that surprised.

It’d been two weeks since the tragic incidents, and the prince had gone out every single day to go looking around that river. He’d even asked for permission to go a bit further, and knights had been dispatched to check the villages that might be around the Musoujin Gorge. None of them had come back with the good news that Y/N was alive.

Mother thought that her son had been in a state of paralysis ever since then. The only thing that drove Scaramouche forward was the fact that he was not giving up yet, but day by day they saw that he was losing his last threads of hope.

He’d always been a rather detached boy, even more so after the accident with the delusions. Perhaps it was his way of keeping people away from him and protecting himself. His mother saw him reverting back to that coldness. When she arrived, at least there had been a trace of sadness, of guilt and of anger. Emotions that made him human.

Two weeks later and he looked as if he was cold as stone. Like he was trying not to care about it anymore, the fact that Y/N was gone. As if he was trying to fill that empty hole in his chest with more emptiness, until he wasn’t able to feel a thing. Perhaps it was his fault anyway, getting so attached to someone like that. That’s what he was afraid of in the first place, needing someone.

He had always been alright by himself, had never needed someone nor relied on someone except himself, and then everything changed in that few months of discovering what companionship was.

Now he was just trying to unlearn it.

On top of that, Scaramouche had to break it to Y/N’s parents that she had gone missing. It was only the second time that he’d seen them. Once during the wedding, and very briefly without even a chance to say hello–not that he cared at that moment either–and now it felt strange to be visiting them only to bring them bad news.

He recalled that event. It was…somewhat easier than he thought it would be. He insisted on doing it by himself, without the presence of other knights. Your mom and dad recognized him immediately, as he climbed off his horse and waited at the modest wooden half-gate of your quaint house.

“I…won’t be coming in anymore…” he stood outside of the gate even as your mom and dad opened it for him. They both had smiles on their faces, thinking that it was a pleasant surprise to have him visit. Scaramouche could see on their faces that they had no real idea of what you had to go through, perhaps because worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do.

Your parents thoroughly believed from the get go that you had fallen head over heels for the prince, and that the prince had felt the same. That somewhat made him uneasy, because it was the furthest thing from the truth.

He bowed his head towards them, and told them what happened. He couldn’t bear to look into their faces and watch it fall. Couldn’t fathom what kind of emotions might be passing through their expressions.

However, when he finished, the first thing he heard was a chuckle. Scaramouche picks his head up to look at your parents. Yes, they had pained expressions on their faces, your mother more so, looking as if she was on the verge of a breakdown, but your father was looking at the ground with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Y/N has always been a little reckless,” he breathes out, voice quiet. “We’ve always been worried that she’d cause some type of trouble for you, prince,” Scaramouche almost grimaced at the wrong interpretation of things. If anything he had been the only trouble in your life.

“But she’s a good person at heart and she does things that she thinks is best for others…We’re powerless to do anything about the situation…but we believe you’ll do your best to bring her back to us…” Your dad’s voice breaks at the end, and it almost knocks Scaramouche off of his emotional footing as well. They were kind and humble people, he was astounded as to how they had put their trust on him so easily, but then again, the whole kingdom had probably trusted him in the same way, despite rumors of him being ruthless.

“Could you stay a moment, prince?” Your mom finally lifts her head up, and hurries back into the house, seemingly to retrieve something. Scaramouche had the strange urge to tell them that they didn’t have to address him so formally, but didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.

Mom came back with something in her hands. It was a worn-out teddy bear, with a purple ribbon round its neck. Scaramouche could tell it was old because some of the fur was matted and one of the eyes was off of its socket. Your mom held it out to him and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to receive it, but he held a hand out and she passed it on to him.

“...This…is…?” Scaramouche started, completely confused. The teddy bear was like any other size, one that could tuck into your arms comfortably.

“Y/N’s teddy bear. She never got rid of it. I know it must be silly,” your mom explained. “But she has a certain attachment to that thing,” Scaramouche suddenly felt an odd sense of unexplainable fondness for the bear. “...Maybe it’ll give you some good luck,”

Good luck was not the only thing it had given Scaramouche. It gave him comfort. He wouldn’t admit it but he had been infinitely glad he had visited your parents, despite bringing bad news, he came back with a bit more hope and a bit more determination and he promised he would update them weekly.

As Scaramouche sat through breakfast, he also relived his memories of Kuni’s funeral. It had been a week ago already, and as he thought, all the castle personnel were present to bid him goodbye. Scaramouche wasn’t brave enough to say goodbye out loud, but he promised himself he’d come back to his grave, and he’d come back with you. He’ll probably have more courage then, and Kuni will probably be happier to see you in tow with him.

“I’m going out,” Scaramouche announced as he finished breakfast. He said it like he was a teenager who didn’t have a care in the world except for his own agendas. His mother and father didn’t stop him, knowing where he was going to be for the afternoon: looking for you on horseback. It was like a routine now, a tedious one at that.

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“You’re not well enough to go anywhere,” Serena, for the third time that day, reminds the young lady she and her husband had picked up at the river banks.

“Maybe in a few days, or a week. You’ve come a long way from when you first woke up. Though, I really don’t think you should be walking around so casually,” She grasps your elbows gently, looking over the several bandages on your body. It’s a wonder that you were up and so raring to go, you’ve told her over a thousand times that you had to get back to the capital, but that was at least a day’s worth of travel, and your body wasn’t ready for that.

“I promised you’d be back by the Harvest Festival, remember?” She smiled softly, like a parent tenderly scolding her own daughter and you sighed. Truth be told it was difficult just standing up, but it had been far too long that you were cooped up in their extra room.

You gained consciousness two weeks back, but it was a hard two weeks of recovery that followed after. You found out that your arm was broken, a place in your knee was fractured, and a portion of your back was purple with bruises. All of this was the result of throwing yourself off the cliff and into the Musoujin Gorge. You guessed that the harsh currents flipped and tumbled you around, flinging you through the waters until your body had miraculously been caught by a large tree root. On top of that, you had woken up with a severe fever.

All of which was painstakingly taken care of by Serena and Finnian.

They had quite literally saved your life.

At the moment of waking it was impossible to think of anything but the pain. Forget the gnosis, forget the kingdom, forget Scaramouche or the fact that Kuni had stayed behind to give you the chance to run, all your mind could think about was the constant throb of pain all over your body. It was physically relentless, but also mentally mind-breaking.

It had only been two days ago that you woke and finally felt some semblance of yourself coming back. Your real memories, thoughts, feelings. Your consciousness really putting things together and making you remember things like the ring, the gnosis, the fact that everyone in the kingdom must be out looking for you.

The ring was nowhere to be found and when you asked Serena and Finnian about it they didn’t recall seeing one on you. You quickly assumed that you had lost it during the whole ordeal. The gnosis, however, when asked about it, Serena was quick to think out loud. “...Do you mean the glowing chess piece? It’s still tucked in your leather breast pocket.” She explained that they had rummaged through your clothes to find out any clue of your identity, but there was none.

You yourself had not told them that you were the kingdom’s princess. Besides, you were outside the kingdom walls, and their modest and quiet part of the world was technically not part of the kingdom. What would they say anyway? Perhaps they would think that you’d hit your head too hard, or was having delusions of grandeur. So you kept the fact to yourself.

Serena and Finnian lived in quite a large home. Though they didn’t live luxuriously, one could tell that they were well-off by the way that everything was neat and proper, the way that they always had three meals a day and an extra room in their home.

You had stepped outside once, and discovered that the “garden” or “backyard” that Serena had always talked about, was acres and acres of apple trees.

Sometimes workers would come and handpick the apples, which Finnian would then ship to towns and cities to supply market stalls or restaurants with. It was the exact reason they lived quite far away from everything else, because of their apple business and the sheer amount of space they needed to grow those trees.

Though they were considered to be in the outskirts of Higi Village, it still wasn’t easy to travel to and from the village without someone who knew the way.

“...When did you say the Harvest Festival was?” You asked once again, obeying Serena’s slight push for you to take a seat on the dining table. She yet again let out a soft sigh, as if she had told you this a thousand times before already. “In a few days, Y/N. Five, to be exact. Next week,” then she paused, and gave you a once over again. “But I’m really not sure if you’d be well enough to travel into the kingdom, it’s a long ride–”

“It’ll be fine, I really need to get back,” There was desperation in your voice. Serena always heard it. She refrained from saying anything else, and then she instead offered something comforting.

“Would you like a slice of apple pie? We’ve got plenty to go around,” She goes back into the open kitchen and checks the old stone oven for the pie. You’re not able to answer her, for some reason you had gone back to mulling around in your thoughts. You stared at her back blankly, a feeling of gratitude washing over you quite strongly.

“...Thank you, Serena. I really wouldn’t know what to do if I had ended up anywhere else, or alone, or…” Serena’s braided hair swayed with her as she turned around, knowing that you were having one of your moods again. You’ve thanked her almost every single day now, and you still couldn’t thank her enough.

Finnian and her never questioned you. Never questioned who you were, why you so badly wanted to go back to the kingdom, didn’t even bat an eye as to whether you were a good person or a bad person. Serena said something about just trusting her gut feeling, but you had probably seen so much tragedy in the past two weeks that trust was not something you could easily hand out to anyone.

“We’re going through this again?” She places her hands at her hips, ruffling the loose dress that she had on a, making the little pregnant bulge of her tummy show through. You chuckled sheepishly and shrugged, not being able to help yourself nor your feelings.

“The only thanks I need is for you to be home safe,” Serena adds, before turning around towards the kitchen and prepping the apple pie.

You hum a little, and your mind wanders again.

In a quiet place like this and your current state, it was easy for your mind to wander. Mostly because your body couldn’t, and all you could do was think. A lot.

The image of Scaramouche flashes in your mind and it always surprised you how gut-wrenching it was to remember him. It was painful to think about what your mom and dad might be going through but when it came to Scaramouche…There was pain and loneliness and fear and anxiety and…all these mixes of emotions that whirled around in your chest.

“You’re thinking of someone again,” You were brought back to reality by the clink of a plate of apple pie in front of you, on the table. There was a tiny fork that came with it and it was still piping hot, judging from the steam coming off of it.

Serena was perceptive, perhaps because she was formerly a doctor but she always knew when you were thinking of Scaramouche. She said it’s because you had a really sad look on your face, and you always wondered what kind of face she was seeing.

You laughed nervously and picked up the fork just to twirl it around in your fingers, caught in the act of thinking about him. “I just… I wonder how he is… He must be so pissed off right now,” You laugh a little, and it makes your ribs hurt, so you abruptly stop with a wince. Serena shakes her head disapprovingly. It was strange, the way you described your husband.

At first she was even shocked that you were married. You had seemed so young, but she wasn’t the type to question nor judge people for it. Then she asked what kind of person your husband was, just out of curiosity. You answered with something unexpected, something along the lines of him being a completely uncaring individual, harsh mannerism, and annoying stubbornness.

For a moment Serena wondered if it was really safe for you to go back home, it didn’t sound as if it was a healthy household, but…there was a weird fondness on your face when you described him. Like you held a secret dear to your heart, like there was something more to him than what you had just said.

At first there had been a sense of urgency in you, feeling as if you had to find out what happened to the war, to Kuni, to Tartaglia, to Scaramouche. Feeling as if you had the duty of bringing the gnosis back as soon as you could…but your body had been failing you, and you relented, convincing yourself that your recovery should be your first priority.

“Do you have kids together?” Serena asked innocently and you sputtered at air almost immediately.

“Wh-What? No!” Serena merely chuckled and patted her belly. “Ah, well I wonder what the little one will be like,” she thought aloud, and you feel relieved at the sudden change in topics. Serena had a few moments like these where she would stop and think about her being a mother, if she was going to be a good one or if everything would be alright.

“You’ll be a great mom and if the baby is anything like you then he or she is already set for life,”

“Well if you decide you want kids of your own it’d be nice for you to visit and for my little one to have a playmate. There aren’t a lot of kids in old Higi Village you know?”

Again, you choked on air at the thought of having kids with Scaramouche. That was not in any of your immediate plans, it was not even in your mind at all and thinking about it right now was a little…weird, and perhaps it made you slightly embarrassed as well, thinking about what type of family the two of you would end up having, if you were to have one at all. You didn’t know what Scaramouche’s view on that was, and it felt far too fast to talk about it.

“Kids or no kids, I promise I’ll visit,” you reassure Serena, knowing in your mind that this home of theirs and their kind hearts already had a special place in your memory.

For the rest of the day the two of you indulged in small talk and the wonderful apple pie she made. You were forced to bedrest soon after, and though you always slept peacefully, there were many a night where nightmares would haunt you, reminding you that you were once so close to death, and still so far from home.

It was 4 days later when Finnian and Serena started preparations for the Harvest Festival. It seemed that they attended it every year, and they put up a market stall in the streets of the kingdom just as all the other farmers and businessmen did. Both Finnian and Serena would man their stall, and they would travel with their freshest apples into the kingdom and sell them, along with enjoying the festivities that the kingdom had prepared.

At that point you still had a sling on your arm, your middle was still bandaged and you still had a slight limp on your leg. Serena was adamant on making you stay a week longer, worried about the bumpy and arduous ride to the kingdom, but you wouldn’t have any of it, telling her that the earlier you got home, the better and this was the perfect opportunity to, since the two of them were heading towards the kingdom as well.

You’re not sure what it was that changed Serena’s mind, your pleading, perhaps Finnian talked to her about it, or perhaps she just saw that you were well enough, but you embarked on the journey to the castle with them.

Serena lent you one of her old dresses, from before she was pregnant. It was a rather plain and rather every day, mundane piece of clothing. If people didn’t recognize you, they probably wouldn’t give you a second look, because it surely was not the type of clothing a princess would be in.

You had no problems with it, this was exactly the type of clothing you wore before your life in the castle. Plus, it was infinitely more comfortable than the leather armor that was now packed into a rucksack on your back. The lot of you left at noon, stopped by at a village for one night and continued on until the morning, arriving a little late as the festivities had already started and stalls were already up.

Serena and Finnian wasted no time setting up their apple stall, and as much as you wanted to help them, you were still awestruck that you were back here. The cobbled stones were familiar, the bustle of people in the market was home, even the air here was friendly and for a moment while Serena and Finnian busied themselves, you couldn’t help but circle around in place just taking in the comfort of it all.

You whipped around, about to tell Serena and Finnian that you were going somewhere, back to the castle, but noticed that they were too engrossed in setting up their stall. Despite wanting to go as soon as possible, you also didn’t want to leave them without helping nor saying a proper thank you.

“Let me help,” you were an arm down but you could still do some small chores here and there, though Serena gave you a disapproving look. It took nearly an hour more to set up and get everything going, it seemed as if Serena knew some people here, as ladies passed by and greeted her. It may just be apples, but it looked as if their harvest was pretty reputable.

In then struck you to at least buy a few from them. You didn’t have money right now, but you could easily go to the castle and back to the stall to pay them. in your mind, you just wanted to do all that you could for them, and that included buying some of their produce.

“Serena, I’ll have some too,” You grabbed one of their wooden baskets, and told her you’d grab a dozen. Finnian was the one who helped you stack the apples in your basket, seeing as your one arm was still in a sling.

Serena approached you curiously, letting out a small “Hmm…” As she looked at you. Sort-of tacky green, empire dress. Basket of apples in your good hand. You blinked at her, wondering what she was staring at, but she had spoken up before you. “You know, with that basket of apples, I can’t help but think I’ve seen you before,” she gave you a lopsided smile and for a split second a spark of a memory clicks in you, but it was gone in seconds.

Both of your attentions were thrown away from each other when cheers and claps erupted from behind you, and the familiar sound of hooves on the cobbled pavement reached your ears. Without thinking much of it at all, you turned, picked your eyes up to take a look at what everyone found so interesting, only to find electric blue-purple eyes meeting yours.

Unlike the first time you met, this time you were sure your heart stopped beating. The world around you slowed down and it looked as if it had been the same for Scaramouche. He’d been approaching by horseback, the citizens greeting him and his eyes couldn’t help but graze over the apple stall a few steps away.

Before he knew it you were staring right back at him and the breath was knocked away from his chest. The cheers around him were like dull sounds that one would hear when you were half asleep. Everything else happening around him took place in the background and all he could see was your face looking up at him, surprise starting to slowly etch over, your jaw opening just as slow as everything else.

There was a sudden, unusual silence in his world. Despite the cheers, the sounds of the city, the loudness of the festivities he could hear nothing except for when your lips moved and uttered his name. “Scara…”

And suddenly everything was back, the noise hitting him on all sides but he had dismounted his horse faster than he could even blink and sprinted up towards you to embrace you in his arms. You dropped the basket of apples in shock, and also because him barreling into you hurt a little, but it hurt in a good way, to see that he was well and that he had missed you this dearly.

“Y/N, what–” Scaramouche couldn’t find his words. His hands gripped tight at your dress, thinking that if he lifted even a finger away from you that you would suddenly disappear again. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could feel by how so tightly he hugged you that he would never let you go again. You returned the sentiment, but could only move one hand around his back and buried your head into his chest, tears already spilling down your cheeks.

“I-I’m home,” your shoulders trembled, and for a moment you thought his did too. He had his head dropped atop of yours and you could feel his chest stutter a little, as if trying to get a hold of his breathing.

“...Idiot, you–” he could not form his words yet. Weeks and weeks of looking for you amounted to nothing and to be frank he had been at the end of his wits. He finally pulled back, angry scowl on his face yet his eyes glistened a little. “Where were you?!” He shouted as if he was seriously angry, but you knew his moods and mannerisms well enough to know that it was out of concern and possibly built up tension.

“I–” You were cut off by his hand cupping your cheek, eyes narrowing at the small scratch on your chin at the same time as him swiping away your tears. Then narrowing even further when he realized your arm was broken. “You’re hurt,” he then stepped away, but refused to let go of your good hand, looking and scanning your form. “Where else?” He demands.

Serena had watched the whole thing unfold with Finnian, as did the rest of the stalls around them. She was dumbfounded. The attire that Scaramouche wore could only signal that he was an important person around here, and if she wasn’t mistaken, this was the prince of the kingdom, dubbed the ruthless prince. And yet, as Serena looked on, there was not an ounce of him that was harsh nor uncaring towards you.

In fact, the way he held you, the way he looked over you, asked you and questioned you, these were all just out of what Serena could observe and describe as love.

“Umm… A lot of other places…” You whispered and Scaramouche’s eyes darted up towards yours. “Then you can’t be walking around like this, I’ll bring you back, let’s–”

“Hold on,” you cut him off gently, pulling at his hand. You could see the urgency in his eyes, the need to just get you back home into safety, the fear that this was all a dream that he would wake up alone all over again.

You pulled him over, towards Serena and Finnian. It was only right to introduce them. You waved a hand out to gesture towards the two of them, “Serena and Finnian saved my life. They really…” you paused, feeling as if you might cry again, gulping the lump in your throat. “They really helped me out, I’d be dead if not for them,” Your gaze dropped on the floor but Serena had merely waved a hand.

“We just did what we thought was right…Also you didn’t tell me it was the prince you were wedded to, Y/N,” Serena looked as if valuable gossip had just been yanked away from her, but she was more astounded than disappointed. You smiled a little but before you could say anything Scaramouche had stepped up again.

“...Thank you,” Your head whipped around towards him. It’d been the first time you heard him express open gratitude to someone else and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest. “The Harvest Festival goes on for two days, I understand that the two of you must have an inn for tonight already… but please let me take care of any expenses you might have while in the kingdom,” Scaramouche’s offer took you aback. The matureness of his offer…strangely put him in an even more charming light.

Serena and Finnian looked at each other, with Finnian about to protest, but Serena put a hand on his arm, knowing that the prince wouldn’t take no for an answer. You did mention how stubborn he was, which was funny to Serena, because you were just as stubborn. “That’s extremely generous of you, your highness. Thank you,”

Scaramouche nodded once, then pulled you back with him. “I’ll be taking her for now, we’ll come and visit again after she’s had a rest,” he waved a hand behind towards his knights, pointing at the basket of apples that you had left on the ground, signaling them to pick it up while Scaramouche took you to his horse. You turned your head back briefly to wave at Serena and Finnian, mouthing a ‘see you later’ to them, because you weren’t satisfied with just leaving them like that.

“Can you get on the horse?” Scaramouche protectively grasps your elbow, “Here I’ll hoist you up,” and manages to get you up. He follows easily and sits behind you, his arms trapping you as he tugs on the horse’s reins.

He was so close to you this way, but there was nothing at all to complain about. The horse started to trudge forward towards the castle, you were aware that Scaramouche wasn’t going too fast, perhaps in fear of jostling your wounds.

“...Aren’t you tired? Lean on me a little more,” He was demanding today, and unashamed to speak out. You feel your cheeks heat up a little, thinking that he had never been as affectionate before, but you understood where it was coming from.

You also couldn’t deny that trying to sit and balance on a horse was a little difficult in your state, and leaning back towards him would give him a bit of your weight to carry, so you did as told.

He sighs when you do, feeling your back against his chest, and as the horse moves forward automatically, Scaramouche dips his head towards the crook of your neck. You feel his lips press against your skin there, and you can’t help but whisper his name. “Scara…”

“...You have no idea…” He whispers back, almost sounding like his voice might break. “How long I looked for you,” he uses an arm to pull you tight against him, the other still on the horse’s reins. He could not wait even a second to just be nearer to you, could not wait until the two of you were in the privacy of your room. With how many weeks he lost, every second counted to him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you reached a hand out and behind you to cradle the side of his face. Fingers brushing against his ear and his cheek.

“...Just don’t do it again, you hear me?” His voice comes out stronger this time, head pulling away from your neck and straightening up on his horse again. “We’ll talk later. I want to get you checked by the doctor and you’ll have a nap, then you’ll tell me everything,” He still spouted commands like a leader, like you had no choice in the matter, but you had no good reason to say no to his demands.

“I hear you,” you reply with a slight chuckle to your tone. You turn your head sideways, just enough for you to see him in your peripheral vision. “...Scara…?” You whisper, and something about that whisper pulls at Scaramouche to look at you.

From this angle, you looking sideways up at him, and him looking down at your face, there’s almost something innocent about your gaze and yet your lips spoke of something different.

They trembled, like you wanted to request for something but couldn’t quite say it out loud.

It’d been far too long, he thought to himself. Far too long since he had kissed you and he didn’t think he could wait through the ride home.

He pulls on the horse’s reins, and it stops. He tilts your chin up, leans a little sideways to maneuver his head around to reach your lips, and the soft press of yours on his was enough to restart his heart and tell him that you were indeed, back here with him. He shuddered. The kiss was innocent, but the feelings were intense.

After weeks of not even having a trace of you, this kiss was like salvation to him. A promise that he would try to look after you better, to not have to be apart for so long again, to protect what the two of you had because he damn well felt alive again even after all that had happened, having you was like pumping blood into his once cold veins.

He leaned in further into the kiss for a mere second, and broke it with a sigh. You instantly followed up with a relaxed, “I’m home,” once again repeating the simple sentence that brought comfort to his heart, as if you were gone just to get groceries.

He smirked a little, and despite having so many questions in his mind he could only think that this moment was what he was waiting for. He whispers in your ear, wanting his sentiments to be a secret, for your ears and his only. The tenderness of it hidden away from the rest of the world.

“Welcome home, my princess,”

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