Trials of the Heart

Chapter 11

a/n: dirty jokes + small spicy scene lmao

at the workshop, you somehow managed to focus and work so efficiently that you finished the layout of the artificial heart.

it was complicated, and you were stressed. after all, there's no "testing" a machine like this. it's a do or die, it works or it doesn't. you had no idea what would happen when you implanted it, hopefully, it would work right away. 

now you had to take a few measurements. you cooled off your hands, knocking on scaramouche's door to where he was working on his own project. "kuni?"

"come in," he said. when you walked in, it looked like a large box was on the table. you gave it a curious look.

"what is that?"

"it's my invention."

"... a cardboard box? really?"

"you moron," he flicked your forehead. "it's underneath."

"h-hey, i just wanted to tease you a little," you winced, holding the area he flicked.

"what did you need? you normally don't come in here," he asked you. his voice was even with an edge of curiosity.

"w-well... i was wondering. can i check something?"

"what do you need to check?"

"... i promise this will all make sense later. but... do you know what is inside of your body?"

he gave you a confused look, "where are you going with this?"

"it's for my own understanding," you said, trying to suppress a blush.

"well... in all honesty, i don't know. i've been experimented on as well, so things could be different than how i once remembered it to be."

you nodded, "understandable. but... do you think i could look?"

he looked surprised, and you could swear he was turning every shade of red imaginable. "w-what?!"

"do you think i could check what the inside of your body looks like?"

"y-you're being weird," he said, turning his head away to try and spare himself some dignity. "what exactly is this for?"

"well... it's for my own curiosity. but, i have another reason. like i said, it will all make a lot of sense later."

"... you owe me later. now how are you going to do this?"

you gave him a smile, "thanks, kuni!"

he groaned, rolling his eyes, and sat down in a chair. "let's get this over with. i don't bleed, so there shouldn't be that much of an issue."

"alright... well i won't be cutting you open," you chuckled. "i just need to get an understanding of your body."

he blushed, "Y/N, can't you phrase that differently?"

you slapped him playfully, "oh shut up! stop making this weird."

scaramouche laughed, "you need to see your face right now."

"uh... kuni?"

"yes?"

"... can i reach up your shirt?"

now it was his turn to get flustered, trying his hardest not to let it show. "fine."

you gently lifted his shirt, running your hand around his pale skin and trying to feel around to get a sense of what could be inside of him. luckily, most of the things that you could make sense of, you knew what they were and how they worked. his body was truly something else, then again, the shogun made him almost like a "test" for the actual shogun's body, so of course things would be kind of messy.

"hmm... okay, it should fit."

"i-i'm sorry?!"

you looked up at him, and he was madly blushing and looked almost horrified. laughter escaped you, and you lowered his shirt and moved back, still laughing at how bewildered and scared he looks. "o-oh my! your face!"

"let's not shift the topic, what should fit? are you going to put something inside of me?!"

"i'm not sure, will i," you gave him a smirk, which made him look even more horrified. "don't worry, it'll all make sense later. thanks for letting me do that, i'm going to go back to my office now-"

as you walked to the exit, you felt your body get spun around, and scaramouche pinned you against the door. "now where do you think you're going?"

"... back to my office?"

"i'm not letting you leave just yet," he smirked. "that little stunt you pulled earlier? you owe me, remember?"

you gulped, starting to flush. "kuni-"

"there's no one in the building except for us two, Y/N," he smirked, attaching his lips to your neck and leaving small kisses. he pressed his body close, making you almost weak in the knees.

you looked away, he was turning you into putty in his hands. slowly, he was making the strings of your self-restraint snap and turning you into a flustered mess. you could feel him play with the hem of your top, "come on Y/N."

knowing your voice would betray you, you simply nodded. 

"i'm not going to do anything if you don't tell me verbally," he kissed your neck.

"f-fine," you said. 

"needy, aren't we," he smirked. "i'm a considerate person, so i won't leave you all hot and bothered like you left me earlier."

"b-but i wasn't intending on doing anything like this," you defended yourself.

"well i am," he said. "now Y/N, let me return the favor from earlier. can i put my hand up your shirt?"

short timeskip (no smut for you all today :P)

"Y/N?"

your office door opened, revealing freminet who stood there awkwardly holding a bag. 

"freminet! you came to see me?" you used your wrist to wipe the sweat developing on your brow.

"y-yes." he closed the door behind him. "i hope i'm not interrupting anything?"

"you're not," you said. "it's so good to see you! i would definitely hug you right now, but my hands are very hot right now."

he nodded. "t-that's okay. i wanted to thank you for helping lyney and lynette a few days ago. i really appreciate it. in all honesty... they're all i have."

internally you cooed, damn it! i wish my hands would cool down faster so i could hug him! stupid pyro.

"i just said the truth. in all honesty, i don't have a right to judge the fatui. i worked with them for some time, after all."

freminet nodded, "i heard about that from lyney. but... i'm thankful you don't see us differently. the three of us were more worried about that than anything."

you smiled, "don't worry. i could never. but... what brings you here freminet?"

"o-oh! well... i wanted your help with pers." he held up his penguin, and you squealed internally at how cute it is. "i told you some time ago that i wanted him to be able to fly right? i... i thought you would be the best person to ask about how i can do that."

"well, you thought right! come on over," you said, moving the artificial heart to the side. "let's see pers."