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Don’t Go.

A/N: SLAY. I think I like scaramouche idk 🤔 but it was sorta late and I just thought of this. It’s short so! Also I take request from any genshin character. Please send request i must have ideas 🤞

Pairing:Scaramouche x G/N!Reader

Warning:blood, death, angst.

He hated you, that part was obvious. He hated the way you smiled, or even called him sweet names. But no matter how times you tried to make him open up, he just wouldn’t budge. There were times where he would show just a tiny bit of vulnerability, but it would quickly fade away when he realizes. He was practically the definition of stubbornness, but that still didn’t stop you. You didn’t care how long it would take, you were convinced that he was just scared and he needed time. You ignored his insults, his nasty comments, everything. Actually, you didn’t even hear them. You just blocked them out with a smile. That stupid smile that he always hated. Why did you keep trying? He clearly showed signs of not cooperating, and yet you just continue to try. He despises the way you say I love you in that sweet voice of yours, or how you giggle at anything, and even hugging him. Those emotions are just gonna get in the way of his plans. And yet, he finds himself falling in love harder and harder every time. Even if you’re close to him on accident, he feels his face heat up and his hands becoming clammy and sweaty. And your scent just makes his head dizzy, and your eyes outshining the brightest light. When you excitingly call his name when you notice his huge hat, or his flashy clothing. You didn’t notice how his insults turned into soft sweet nothings, or how his nasty comments became one where he merely calls you beautiful under his breath. Or have you noticed how he would secretly go to your room to admire your sleeping and peaceful face, happy by the fact that you’re alive and well. Or when he gently holds your hand while you’re having a nightmare, saying that he is right here with you. But he always makes sure to leave when he knows you will wake up soon. He swore he would never allow himself to be filled with such filth, but if you were this pure then, maybe instead of filth, it would be something warm, magical. He really felt like a lovesick puppy.

So, why did things end up this way? He told you to stay away. He said that he doesn’t want you to be involved and that you should get the hell out, but you did pick up his stubbornness. “…what?” Is what he breathed out when he suddenly saw blood oozing out on his arm, a body twitching and the person coughing out blood and weakly calling his name. Aether watched as Scaramouche’s bloody hand from the other side of the body was twitching and shaking. Scaramouche slowly moved his gaze and to his horror, his instincts were true. It’s you. You were staring at him with wide eyes and your mouth dripping with blood. He slowly pulled his bloody arm off of you, and you instantly fell forward on his body. Scaramouche gently held you and felt his throat being clogged and burning. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he felt so dizzy when the smell of iron filled his nostrils and your blood soaking his clothes. “You must be kidding…” he says, his mouth forming into a sickening grin and his clean hand gripping your hair tightly. He forcefully lifted your head so that you were now facing him, but his grin faded away when he saw your eyes. Half lidded and empty. There was no life In those eyes. He doesn’t even see the shine that he loved so much. “Hey…what is this?” He question, but he already knows the answer. He tried shaking you, hell, even slapping you, but you wouldn’t even budge. He tried to cover the hole in your chest that he made, and he couldn’t stop the uncontrollable shaking in his hand. The traveler only watched in confusion when Scaramouche only begged you to wake up or else he’ll get angry. For someone being part of the Fatui and hurting a lot of people, it was surprising that he was almost on the verge of crying over a simple human.

“W-Wait, this has to work! You never heard me say it right? I-I’ll say it, okay?” No response. Scaramouche kneeled down and held your body close to his chest, making you feel his rapid heartbeat. He gulped loudly and slowly moved a strand of hair out of your pale face, and he took a deep breath. “I love you! I loved you, I’ve always loved you! I love you, I love you, I love you!!” He cries out, but you don’t move an inch. What was he hoping for? He practically ripped your heart out. But that still didn’t make him give up. “I love you, I love you!” He repeats, and he continues until he runs our breath and the realization slowly sinking in. He killed you. He hurt you. He’s no longer gonna see that smile of yours, or your laugh, or your hugs. You’re completely gone from this life. You didn’t even say goodbye. Scaramouche couldn’t hold in the tears that were spilling out, and he slowly leaned down to your face to place his forehead with yours, his tears staining your cheek and some mixing in with the blood that was still wet. He no longer cared about being a god, or killing the traveler. All he wants is for you to come back alive and tell him it’s all a prank, a stupid prank to see if he truly cared about you. He needs to hear that annoying voice of yours say “Just kidding!” Or maybe even an “I love you too”. He wants to feel your warmth again. Can’t he just be happy for once? He’ll stop everything if it means you’ll be awake in his arms again. Why are you so cruel?

“Don’t go, please…”