𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 | Wanderer x Reader

Epilogue

The fourth harbinger stood, watching as the dark-wooded casket was loaded onto a wagon in front of her. Dottore's former underlings were very careful when handling his body, and as she oversaw the process, she made sure to keep an expression of indifference at best to mask what she truly felt.

This service was brief and small, a stark cry from the actual funeral the doctor would be getting when he returned to Snezhnaya. Though, if anyone had asked her, Arlecchino would have said even it was more than he deserved after what he'd done.

Once he was safely inside the wagon, she stepped forward and placed a single flower atop his casket. Had the man been in a grave right now, she was sure he'd have been rolling in it to know she was so involved in his memorial service. After all, she'd had much to do with his demise in the end.

She stepped back now, nodding that she was ready for them to depart; her goodbyes in order. She'd had Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet attend earlier to pay their own respects, though their words had been as false as her own. They knew what the doctor had done to you and so many others.

"Are you certain no one had a hand in this?" A ginger man she'd been ignoring this whole time asked as the wagon started to depart. The white haired woman sighed before turning to him with a serious expression.

"Of course." She replied, "You know how dangerous his work could be; it's no wonder how it went up in flames and killed him in the end, especially when he'd been so distracted by Y/n during his stay here." She'd been covering for you like this ever since his death; whether that meant wrongly filling out paperwork, telling a different story of what had happened, or anything else. She would not let you come under fire for the death of the man that had hurt you so horribly.

"Right, the ex-spouse." Childe nodded, though he'd never had the pleasure of meeting you himself, "How are they doing these days? Did you tell them about his death?"

"Of course," Arlecchino smiled, "They were quite...Sad, to hear about what had happened. But, I suspect they will recover from it soon enough; there's someone new in their life, after all." Childe nodded.

"Good for them; being married to him couldn't have been easy." He nodded towards the retreating wagon as Arlecchino sighed.

"I'm sure we have no idea..."

You were still going to owe her big time for all this covering she'd been up to recently, though, mark her words. There would be many more teatimes and pastry exchanges between you two in the future to make up for it; she decided.

Feeling something cool hit her face now, she looked up to see that it had started raining. With a sigh, she moved to take cover under a nearby building before Childe went his separate way. Once, she had believed rain in Fontaine meant the hydro dragon was crying, but as she watched the doctor's casket continuing to be pulled away, she couldn't think of a single reason for said dragon to be sad on a day like this.

Meanwhile, you stood not far from the service; an umbrella overhead to protect you from the rain. It was bright yellow, matching the rest of your clothes, because that had always been Zandik's least favorite color. That, and because yellow was the most disrespectful color to wear in the presence of the dead in Snezhnaya. You just needed to drive home how you truly felt about the man as you watched his body be taken away.

There was no expression on your face as you observed the service, far enough away that you could have passed for a simple but curious Fontainian citizen. Arlecchino had initially suggested you wear a veil to conceal your identity just in case, but that had been before she saw the funeral-outfit you'd picked out.

Your maid, Claire, stood by your side as support in case you needed it. So far, though, you hadn't. She smiled at you reassuringly now and you exchanged the expression in an effort to assure her you were just fine. Better than fine, actually.

The sound of wet footsteps against the brick streets caught your attention now and you turned to see a familiar navy haired man approaching with an umbrella of his own in-hand. It seemed he'd had a similar idea to you when it came to wardrobe today, considering he wore bright orange, the second most offensive color to wear in the presence of the dead. You smirked.

"We must have had the same idea," You said as he stopped once he was right next to you. "Any other day, I would have demanded you change so we wouldn't look the same, but today, I think Zandik deserves as much disrespect as possible." Wanderer smiled back.

"My thoughts exactly."

You glanced at Claire now, who was already making an excuse to leave the two of you alone. You really loved that girl; she always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. Once she was out of sight, you turned back to Wanderer and looped an arm around his own.

"How are you doing?" He asked more seriously. You turned your gaze to him with a genuine smile before sighing and looking up at the cloudy sky.

"This might just be the best day of my life." You admitted after a moment. Something in you told you that you should have felt bad about this, but a bigger part was too joyful to care. Wanderer chuckled at that. "How are you doing?" You asked, knowing he'd had lots of history with the doctor too. Despite everything he'd done, it wouldn't have been unusual for him to still feel upset about his death, to an extent.

"It's probably the second best day of my life," he admitted, immediately disproving your original theory.

"Oh yeah?" You asked with a grin, "What was the first one, then?" He reached down and took your hand, which was how you knew what he had to say was about to be corny.

"Every day after today."

You smiled despite being correct, leaning into him as your eyes drifted back to the wagon carrying your now-dead ex-husband off to a Snezhnayan boat. You'd never thought you'd be this free, especially after meeting the man, and yet here you were.

Most people said revenge was overrated, but to you, it felt just right.