In A Past Life (Scaramouchex(fem)reader)

⚜Part 19⚜

Childe watches you sleep in the building, but doesn't approach you. That stupid Balladeer had strictly prohibited any interaction, but to only find you. With the location set on a small map in his hands, he quickly turns back to the main path and towards the city of contracts, Liyue.

Y/N'S POV:

A small thud wakes you and you look around the building groggily. Your eyes burn from the lack of sleep and your body feels stiff.

So much to finally sleeping comfortably after returning. I'm once again awoken, feeling like a brick.

Though you still haven't figured out the source of the strange noise. A bit unsure, you stand up, stretching your sore body with a small groan.

You freeze. There it was again! The strange noise faintly echoes through the hilichurl outpost, and you look around, not wanting to move.

That better not be a ghost or something.

You ever so slowly walk a few steps forward and pause again, listening for any new sounds.

Nothing.

Carefully, you now sneak out of the house and turn around, looking for any indicator of the sound.

"Hm..." You quietly hum. There isn't anything outside either, so you quickly go back inside, not wanting to be an easy target all out in the open. Your gut was clearly telling you something about this was wrong.

A voice calls out. A voice that could've torn you apart and built you up in a matter of seconds.

"Y/n, are you still here? I swear, if Childe has sent me to the wrong place-"

No.

You hold your breath, wishing for him to never find you.. Though the smallest part just wants for him to hold you and make everything better, even if he is the reason you are not okay.

"Y/n..?" His voice gets a bit louder and immediately spots you when entering the building.

"Ah- you're here." Scaramouche walks over to you and notices your rather... contemplating expression. "Hey, hey... Y/n, please listen to me.." He kneels down and places a hand under your chin, making you look at him. His touch sends a wave of emotion through you. Somehow you're glad he's here, but yet again you wish for nothing more for him to leave.

"I... never wanted to hurt you. I'm.. I'm sorry, okay?" The words seem to be a small overcoming for him, as his brows furrow in embarrassment.

You look up to the see the inner fight he's having with himself. He looks at you with a flustered expression and tries to look cold, but the concern and guilt in his voice is apparent.

"Why are you and the others so desperate to find out things about my past, even though I don't remember...? I can't tell you either, please don't think I'm simply lying to keep secrets from you."

You mumble, Scaramouche just nodding in response.

"Y/n, do you really not remember anything? I know I shouldn't bring this back up, but do you remember the time you were sick? You kept talking in your sleep, repeating strange sentences and scraps of what seems to might have been memories. You never mentioned them when awake, but I clearly remember."

You pause at his words, overthinking the dreams you had during that time.

They're now a blur, but they surely were more than just normal fever dreams. They felt more like a reminiscence.

"I... I'm not sure. I dreamt some really strange things at that time, they didn't feel like dreams though, like you said. But they're such a blur now..."

You let out a soft sigh and lean your head back against the old wood of the building. Scaramouche looks at you and then to the side.

"So you can't remember anything?" He starts again, but trails off once he realizes he's doing it again.

"No, Scaramouche. Nothing." You answer a bit more harsh than you intended.

After that there's simple silence. You're mind is loud, trying to recollect and make sense of all the strange occurrences happening to you. You've never had that much time to overthink everything, but now it feels like all happenings are spiraling out of control.

You don't belong into this world, do you?

You furrow your brows at the sudden thought, wondering where that conclusion came from. ...Perhaps it was correct, though. You somehow appeared in a world that is foreign to you, without any knowledge how you got here, or who you once were. Coincidentally you've then fallen into the grasp of the Fatui- one of the most powerful organizations in Teyvat, or at least that's how the Balladeer explained it.

There must be some loophole. Some reason you've entered this reality just like that.

"What're you concerned about? You look awfully concentrated." The boy next to you asks, tilting his head and looking at you, nearly bumping his hat against your forehead.

You perk your head back a bit and frown. "Your hat is invading my personal space." You complain, Scaramouche just raising an eyebrow as an answer.

"Oh? Do you not like someone entering your personal space?" He chuckles quietly, getting up and pulling you with him.

"C'mon, enough sulking in an abandoned Hilichurl shack. Mortals need proper rest and food to function. No use for you to brainstorm about all of this now."

He nods his head over to the entrance, the anticipation if you'll follow him burning in his facial expression. "You can't stay here, Y/N. I'll make sure the other harbingers won't bother you, we'll figure something out. Okay?"

His tone surprises you. It's soft. Softer than usual. Now it was your turn to tease him.

"Woah, where did that tone come from? Not so cold anymore, huh?" You mockingly raise an eyebrow, mimicking him. He just huffs and turns away, not letting go of your hand as you two leave the outpost.

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GEEZ, my upload schedule has been dying recently. I've sadly lost quite a lot of motivation to this story, because I took too long and kinda lost that first excitemend flaire (fellow writers will get what I mean), 

but I swear I'll try to at least complete this and also give you guys some well deserved fluff (AND PERHAPS  A BIT MORE? *cough cough*) for getting through this fanfic mess of mine.

Hope you guys stick with me through my terrible inconsistancy!

-Sippycup