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original-person · 4 months ago

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First post on here let's go!!

SFW the only warning I can think of is argument?

I had a thought that made me want to try and write something with scaramouche

is probably gonna feel ooc? I don't think I know his character that well so most of this is based on what I deduced from YouTube videos and such.

BEWARE I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING OTHER THAT WHAT SCHOOL FORCED ME TO. ESPECIALLY SOMETHING WITH G/T IN IT. (I've used chat gpt to check gramatic mistakes so if anything blame the damn ai)

If you don't know what g/t is just search up giant/tiny

Note:I think this idea fits sagau soooo-

Angst and hurt/a little bit of comfort

Summary: you invite scara to your realm of solace (your room) to rest. Maybe you should have mentioned that you have another form besides your mortal looking one.

Scaramouche was sitting in his chair next to his desk, working on documents. His hand moved with the pen, the scribbling lightly echoing in the almost empty office. It would have been empty if not for you, looking out the window, staring at what used to be the sunset, now a starry sky.

You moved from the window towards the desk and behind the chair. You hugged Scara loosely around the neck and slowly rested your chin against his shoulder. He stopped his movements to not mess up the writing, put the pen down, and slightly turned his head to you.

"Is there any particular reason you're bothering me?" he asked, his tone irritated. Ignoring his tone, you knew he didn't mean it anyway, and you let out a tired sigh. "Didn't you do enough work already? You should rest." He scoffed, turning his attention back to the documents. "I don't require rest as humans do, and you know that. Besides, I'm not done yet."

Looking at the pile of papers, it seemed like it was going to take ages. "Well, I would have less if you knew how to do your own paperwork." Ah, you said that out loud. "But still, can't it wait? I want to be with you." Burying your head deeper into his shoulder and wrapping your arms tighter around him, Scara let out a sigh and put his hand on his forehead. "Great, Archon forbid you aren't with me for some time."

You stood up and sulked next to him. Scara furrowed his eyebrows and let out a big, annoyed sigh on purpose as he leaned back into his chair before getting up and stretching. Cracking his hand, he did feel sore, but he wouldn't tell you that. Jokes on him, you noticed anyway, and you lit up instantly with an idea popping up in your head.

The god glanced at their partner with a gentle, adoring smile. “Scara,” they said softly, reaching out their hand. “I’d like to show you something special.” Scara turned to them, crossing his arms. "What is it?" "That's a secret," you put your finger on his lips, "but it is going to help you rest."

Curiosity piqued, Scaramouche closed the distance between you, grasping your hand gently. "I somehow doubt that." You raised your other hand, and with a simple gesture, the air shimmered, and the room began to change. The familiar surroundings melted away, replaced by a realm—your realm. The realm unfolded like a dreamscape, an infinite expanse of tranquility that seemed to stretch on and on. Soft, ambient light bathed the surroundings in hues, creating an otherworldly pleasant glow.

Scaramouche almost forgot you were a god. Nowadays, it feels okay again, but it reminds him of when he first found out. Oh, how he felt betrayed. He felt worthless, only a mere plaything for you. But you assured him that you didn't see him that way. That you didn't come to Teyvat, to him, just to play god. No, you just wanted to experience it from their view.

“Welcome to the realm of solace,” you said, as he snapped back to reality from his thoughts, your voice resonating with warmth. The ground wasn't surprisingly smooth; rather, it felt like he was standing on a pile of pillows that seemed to shift subtly with each step. “This is a place where reality bends to offer peace and comfort. It’s where I retreat to find solace sometimes from the world.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight. The atmosphere itself seemed to slowly wrap around him like a warm blanket. “Not like anything you’ve seen,” you continued with a hearty chuckle. “I also go here to sleep every night, so I guess that makes it my bedroom."

Scaramouche, still absorbing the strange beauty of the realm, nodded slowly. “It’s... incredible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Guess I don't need to doubt you anymore.”

As you settled onto the bed? Ground? Its softness enveloped you, your presence reassuring. “I hope you find it as comforting as I do,” you said, scooting a little closer to him. Scaramouche took a deep breath and let his body relax, trusting in the promise of solace, staring at the seemingly endless, changing ceiling that looked really far away. The gentle hum of the realm lulled you slowly into a deep sleep. For Scaramouche, the comfort was otherworldly, a stark contrast to when he sometimes tried to rest before, as he was quite sensitive to any sounds. But as he began listening to your light breaths, he found himself falling more into a deeper sleep.

As the night wore on, you, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort and trust with Scara next to you, unconsciously began changing to your godly form, as you always did when you slept here. The change was seamless and silent, but it had an immediate impact on the bed's dimensions. Scaramouche stirred half-asleep, his eyes fluttered open, pushing down on the ground to sit up. His eyes widened in confusion as he glanced around. The realm's soft glow seemed to dim slightly, reality seeping back in as he noticed the absence of your familiar form beside him. Was he really sleeping so deeply? How? Looking to where you were supposed to be, what he saw made him spring up in caution. Your comforting presence beside him had been replaced with a colossal figure, one that he did not recognize. Panic surged through him, and he bolted upright, his instincts screaming at him to run.

"Who—where?" His voice was a frantic whisper, his body trembling as he quickly turned his head in every direction for you. You were here with him, right? Where are you? Where did you go? Those thoughts were repeating in his mind that he didn't notice the slight stir the figure made.

You were drowsy, but sensing discomfort from Scara, as this realm allowed you to, you tiredly opened your eyes and saw him turning around, looking everywhere, before he felt eyes on him and locked eyes with you.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Scaramouche couldn't see you anywhere, and to make this considerably worse, the giant figure woke up, looking straight at him, looking almost at his very being. He felt his blood freeze in his body; he didn't think that was possible. Not wasting another second, he turned and sprinted. Can he even outrun it? Where is he running? Where are you? His breath is labored; it's hard to run on this plushy surface, almost falling at every step.

Your senses were flooded with Scaramouche's fear, and you reached out instinctively. He shouldn't be scared. Your hand, as gentle as it was large, moved towards Scaramouche to soothe him, to bring him back closer to you. But to Scaramouche, it was overwhelming.

Scaramouche’s mind raced as he stumbled, desperately trying to escape from the towering figure that had replaced the comforting presence he once knew. His heart pounded, not just from fear, but from a deep-seated sense of helplessness that he had tried so hard to bury. He hated feeling like a mere doll, a puppet whose strings could be pulled with little regard for his autonomy. The sensation of being so utterly powerless, so at the mercy of someone else, triggered memories—memories that he wishes he could forget. Memories of his early days, when he was first created and learned of his true nature. Back then, every interaction had seemed to confirm his worst fears: that he was nothing more than a plaything for a god's amusement.

The plush surface beneath him, which had seemed so inviting before, now felt like a trap, each step a reminder of his vulnerability. As he tripped, he cursed under his breath, the bitterness of past betrayals mixing with his current dread. “No, no, not again...” he muttered, struggling to get back on his feet.

You, now fully awake and aware of the distress you had caused, stopped in your tracks. Your hand hovered as you weren't sure what to do now, though intended to comfort, the hand seemed to loom over him like an ominous shadow. “Please, don't run,” your voice echoed softly, trying to cut through his panic.

But for Scaramouche, the giant form was a stark and terrifying contrast to the familiar person he had come to trust. The overwhelming size of the hand, the massive gesture, only reinforced his feeling of being a puppet caught in a storm of uncontrollable forces. He had always loathed the feeling of helplessness, of being manipulated—that's why he became a Harbinger, after all—but this situation exacerbated those fears.

"Scaramouche," the figure called, their voice resonant and soothing, but it only heightened Scaramouche's panic. Scara's eyes widened in terror as the god’s enormous hand reached towards him. Instinctively, he struggled, wriggling against the closing fingers that covered him. The sensation was overwhelming; the figure’s hand, though surprisingly gentle, felt like an inescapable force.

Your head hurt. Your senses were overwhelmed with fear, the opposite of what Scara should have been feeling. "Scaramouche," your voice was firmer now, hoping to break through his panic.

“Let me go!” Scaramouche shouted, his voice strained as he tried to free himself. His breaths came in short, panicked gasps. His mind raced with so many thoughts, memories, and fears.

Knowing you should listen, to give him at least a little bit of sense of control, you brought your other hand to the one holding him and slowly opened it, fearing he might try and jump off. Scaramouche felt his stomach flip as he was turned around in the hand. As the hand opened, Scaramouche, now on his knees, looked up, feeling forced to. He once again locked eyes with you. His violet eyes, usually sharp and filled with defiance, were now wide and vulnerable. They blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of tears that threatened to spill. Each flutter of his eyelids was a silent struggle to hold onto reality and calm his racing thoughts. The blinking slowed, but his gaze remained intense, flickering with a mix of lingering fear and desperate hope.

You slowly lifted your hands, your eyes softening with guilt almost to the point of tears. "I'm so sorry, Scara." Recognition dawned in Scaramouche's eyes. He froze, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You—what...?" Confusion consumed him.

The confusion quickly morphed into anger. Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed, and he clenched his trembling fists. "Let me down," he snapped, his voice rising. "Now."

You flinched at the sharpness of his tone, setting him down. He took a few cautious steps back, guilt weighing heavily on you. "I didn't mean to scare you," you said softly. "I thought it wouldn't matter—"

"Wouldn't matter?" Scaramouche cut you off. "How could something like this not matter?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the tranquility of the realm. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I wouldn't care? You... you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you."

"That's a lie by omission," he spat, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Scara, please," you reached out a hand, but he flinched away, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!" he snapped, taking another step back. "How can I trust you now? What else have you been hiding?"

The guilt weighed heavily on you, the pain of his mistrust cutting deeper than any blade. "I never meant to hurt you. I only want to protect you."

"Protect me? From what?" His voice was a mixture of anger and hurt, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual bravado. "I don't need to be protected!"

"I know you don't," you said softly, "I'm sorry. I should have told you." You took a deep breath to calm your growing headache and began focusing to slowly form back into your smaller self.

Scaramouche watched as you shifted back, the process like one big fluid motion. His anger was still simmering but mingling with hurt. "You should have," he said as you took slow steps towards him, giving him some space. His voice was quieter but no less intense.

"Let's go back, Scara," you said as you looked at the ground in shame. Scaramouche looked at you, his expression hard but conflicted. "Fine," he muttered, not meeting your eyes. "Take me back."

You nodded, lifting your hand as the realm dissolved and his office materialized around you, the air thick with tension in the small space. Scaramouche immediately walked over to his desk, his movements tense and agitated.

You stood by the door, watching him with a heavy heart. "I'm going to get some fresh air. I'm truly sorry for all of this." He didn’t respond immediately, his back turned to you as he gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Just... leave me alone for now."

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it. "Alright..." With that, you turned and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind you. Outside, you leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The pain of his mistrust still weighed heavily on you, but you hoped that, given time, he might find it in his heart to forgive you. You pushed back against the wall as you paced back and forth, your mind equally chaotic. You couldn't help but replay the events over and over, wondering how you could have handled things differently. The weight of your guilt was overwhelming, but you were determined to make things right, no matter how long it took. You started walking towards the exit, ignoring everything around you as you walked.

Inside the office, as the minutes ticked by, the silence was deafening. Scaramouche's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He hated feeling this vulnerable, this betrayed.

Scaramouche sat down heavily in his chair, his mind racing. He was furious, hurt, and confused all at once. The revelation of your true form had shattered the trust he had painstakingly rebuilt with you. He didn't know how to feel, but he knew he needed time to process everything.

BONUS

As you walked down the hall, your mind still reeling from the confrontation with Scaramouche, you barely noticed Tartaglia approaching from the opposite direction. Usually, you would exchange a few words, but today you couldn’t muster the energy.

He lifted an arm in greeting. "Hey, comrade, are you—" You didn’t even glance his way, storming past him without a word. Ajax furrowed his brows in concern. He stood there, watching your retreating figure. Something was definitely off. He had never seen you this upset before. You were one of the few who seemed cheerful every day.

Curiosity and concern gnawed at him, so he decided to head towards Scaramouche’s office. As he approached, he could hear the furious scratching of a pen on paper, punctuated by occasional grunts of frustration. Ajax frowned, pressing his ear to the door, trying to make out more.

Inside, Scaramouche’s anger was palpable. His pen moved with a fury that seemed to match the tempest in his mind. Ajax pieced together the situation, concluding that you and Scaramouche must have had a serious argument.

With a sigh, Ajax stepped back from the door. He knew better than to intrude on Scaramouche when he was in such a mood. As he walked away from the office, he instead decided to find you and see if there was anything he could do.

I Honestly hope this is okay I've been writting since midnight to 5am

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itto-l0ver · 8 months ago

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Kuni..?

Genshin Impact AU where Scaramoche is tiny (a few inches tall) and when he still went by the name Kunikuzushi he was friends with Kazuha before he randomly left Kazuha without a trace… and for some reason, even after removing himself from Teyvat history using the Irminsul in Sumeru, Kazuha still remembers him and his old name. [Not intended to be lore accurate at all!! I used the name "Scaramouche" since I think it's easier to identify ^∇^]

Scaramouche held his hat tightly in his right hand, using his left to shield his face from any heavy raindrops his hat failed to protect him from as he flew between tree branches and leaves at a quick speed to escape the raging thunderstorm pouring down on him.

Kazuha shook off the raindrops on his straw hat, sighing as he put it up on a hanger. "Who knew it would start storming this hard today, I'm soaked..." Kazuha sighs, stripping his wet clothes off and putting them up to dry. Leaving him in a tank top and loose shorts.

Slipping on his slippers he makes his way through his small home, fiddling with the colorful leaves he collected on his stroll through some secluded parts of Inazuma, while humming gently.

Scara angrily bites his lip feeling multiple branches and leaves slice against his skin while rain continues to pour down on him, he knows he'll drown if he were to take a break as he boosts himself through the air desperately trying to find anywhere to shelter himself from this wretched thunderstorm.

As he's about to boost his power again he realizes it's starting to run out, making his eyes quickly dart around hopeful for the slim chance of somewhere he can land safely knowing he won't stay in the air much longer. Scaramouches eyes catch a faint light coming from an open window of a small house and he quickly uses up the last of his power to launch himself onto the damp windowsill, nearly missing if by a couple inches.

He stays still for a second, looking up and scanning the huge room for any humans while holding his breath. Scara finally relaxes himself, letting his shoulders drop down and taking a huge breath of air as he takes his hat off and shakes the water off it.

Scaramouche sighs putting his hat back on his slightly damp hair as he stares down at his dripping wet clothes, scrunching up his nose in annoyance. "Ugh.. stuck in wet clothes..? How bothersome… Hopefully I don't get si-" He says and is suddenly cut off by him sneezing. "So.. cold.. This stupid open window isn't making it any better…" He groans, using his Anemo abilities to slam the window closed. Scara hugs himself shivering as he feels colder the longer his wet clothes cling to his skin.

I can't believe I let myself get stuck in that damn storm.. I saw it coming… He closes his eyes and lays down on the windowsill, tightly hugging his legs to his chest trying to keep warm as he sneezes again.

Kazuha twirls the red strands of his hair finally reaching his room. As he reaches out to grab the doorknob he freezes hearing the familiar slam of his windows closing. "Is someone in my room? Hm.. no no that must of been the storm" Kazuha mumbles to himself, finally turning his doorknob, and opening his door looking around his room a bit.

He walks into his room grabbing a towel resting on his night stand and rubs it through his damp hair. He looks up at his window above to his bed and squints his eyes seeing something small laying on the windowsill. Kazuha takes a step closer seeing the small thing shivering making him realize it's a living being.

A hummingbird? Kazuha thinks looking at the blue and purple colors on it and the shimmery accents. As he gets closer he sees the figure more clearly and gasps seeing that it has the form of a human. No way that's a human! They're so little.. kind of like… Kazuha's eyes widen in shock as the small form starts slowly getting up making what looks like it's hat fall off.

Scaramouche lifts himself up still shivering, feeling like he's being watched, and as he turns around he's met with Kazuha looming over him. Scaras eyes shoot open in surprise mimicking Kazuha's, as he crawls back till his back hit the window and quickly turns around and tries desperately to open the window…

"Kuni..?" That word made Scaras blood run cold and slowly turn around to face the human.

He shouldn't remember me.. No one should remember that name so why does he remember!? Scara presses himself harder against the cold glass as Kazuha leans closer over him. He puts up his hand to use his Anemo abilities to attack Kazuha but sneezes right as he fires, making his attack become a weak breeze not even strong enough to move a strand of Kazuha's hair.

Kazuha is taken a back as Scara tries to attack him, seeing how weak Scaramouche's attack as his eyes soften and he leans down even closer slowly bringing his hands closer to Scaramouche. "Shh.. shhh.. don't worry Kuni I won't hurt you I promise" Kazuha whispers hearing Scara yelp seeing his approaching hands.

Scara sneezed again as he brought his arms up to his face, shielding his eyes from Kazuha. His body flinched, feeling Kazuha's finger brush up against his waist causing Kazuha to pull back. Kazuha frowns and moves his hands closer to Scara, knowing that he needs to be warmed up before he catches a cold.

"I know you're not going to be very fond of this.. but I don't want you to get sick" Kazuha whispers with a sigh and gently curls his fingers around Scaramouches body.

"H-hey!! Let go of me you human!" Scaramouche shouts, squirming around as Kazuha's hands close around his body. Kazuha bites the side of his lip, trying to be as careful as possible with Scara's body but he couldn't help but to smile a bit seeing Scaramouche trying to act tough.

Kazuha lowers himself down onto his bed carefully to not jostle Scaramouche around. Scara hits and kicks at Kazuha's hand desperate to escape them. He suddenly gets a thought, grabs ahold of one of Kazuha's fingers and bites into it as hard as he possibly can.

Kazuha winced feeling Scaras teeth digging into his finger but he keeps himself composed as he brings his hands up to his chest. "Shhh.. it's alright" He continues trying to calm Scara down, he feels Scaramouche's jaw slightly relax and he waits a bit longer till Scara calms down a bit more.

Scaramouche scrunches up his face and hesitantly let's go of Kazuha's finger. He hears a sigh of relief come above from Kazuha as he feels Kazuha's finger relax around his body. "I'm going to open my hands okay? Don't try to run away please." Kazuha says in a soft voice and waits a couple seconds before slowly opening his hand.

Scara stares down at Kazuha's palm not wanting to even glance at Kazuha, feeling weak but also so tiny. God he hated that feeling, it was Scara's reality of being so diminutive but he hated to acknowledge it more than anything…

“Kuni…” Kazuha whispers as he brings the tiny being closer to his face. Why does he remember that name!? Everything I sacrificed in Sumeru to remove myself from history… Scara wonders to himself as he finally manages to look Kazuha in the eyes. “Wh… how do you remember.. that name…” Scaramouche mutters defensively while glaring up at Kazuha.

Kazuha's eyes soften as he gazes down at the tiny Scara in his hands, a gentle smile on his face. “How could I not… I've missed you for years Kuni…” Kazuha says in a gentle voice. Kazuha can't hold himself back, he brings tiny Scara closer to his face and presses Scara's body into his warm cheek, smiling as he feels Scara's squirming.

“Ack! H..hey! Stop..- cuddling me Kazuha-!” Scaramouche freezes, accidentally saying Kazuha's name… so now he can't pretend he doesn't know Kazuha.

Kazuha is overjoyed hearing Scara say his name, he knew this tiny being was his missing friend from a few years ago… “Kuni… where did you go all this time…” Kazuha murmurs as he nuzzles his cheek against the protesting Scaramouche.

Scaramouche attempts to struggle against Kazuha but knows there's no escaping, Scara huffs as he gives in. “Nowhere important…” Scara mutters as he rolls his eyes. At least he didn't end up in some strangers grasp… but if Kazuha still remembers him who knows who else might… Scara pushes those thoughts away as he feels Kazuha start moving.

Kazuha gently places Scaramouche down on his bed, he kneels down in front of the edge of his bed to get a closed look at Scara. “Seems like I warmed you up… you're not sneezing or shivering anymore.” Kazuha says with a soft smirk which makes Scara scoff and look away.

“Yeah.. yeah…” Scara mumbles. He's slightly glad his old friend remembers him… when he was in the process of rewriting Teyvats history and removing himself from it.. the one thing that saddened him was Kazuha forgetting about him.

As Scaramouche looks back up at Kazuha, Kazuha stands up straight and starts to put on more comfortable clothing to sleep in.

Once finished Kazuha gets into his bed, next to Scara, making sure to not disrupt his tiny form on the bed. Scara stares down at the bedsheets with his usual annoyed expression on his face before Kazuha's hand comes into view, making Scara yelp slightly and scramble back a bit. But he couldn't escape Kazuha's hand cupping around his tiny form and bringing him in closer, right against Kazuha's chest.

“Now now… don't struggle so much. You owe me for leaving me for so long Kuni.” Kazuha whispers as he gets comfortable in his bed, smiling as he feels Scara slowly stop struggling against him and surrender to his body heat.

Scaramouche didn't want to admit it to himself but he missed the times like this when Kazuha would hold him like this…

Scara slightly shifted closer to Kazuha, pressing his tiny body against Kazuha's chest.. finally being able to relax after eons…

Kazuha chuckled quietly, feeling Scaramouche curl up against him. Both of them closed their eyes for a much needed rest.

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#kazuha #scaramouche #genshin impact #fluff #genshin impact g/t #genshin g/t #giant/tiny

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