His Fake Marriage

•Their First Argument•

~(Y/N)~

Waking up to be trapped inside a glass cage was not on (Y/N)'s bucket list. Being handcuffed was ALSO not on her bucket list either... (maybe). Her head ranged of noises from the outside, and it only made her growing headache worsened. She slowly opened her eyes and adjusted to her dark surroundings, and she notices tons of machinery and cables nearby. On one side, there are a few scholars and the Grand Sage talking amongst themselves, and then on the other side is the sight of Scaramouche looking up at the mechanical robot. She struggled to prop herself up in a sitting position before focusing on her fiancé.

"The subject is awake, sir harbinger!" one scholar yelled.

Only at the mention of the awaken (Y/N) did the Sixth Fatui Harbinger turn his gaze towards her. He began to walk towards her and knelt down, not saying a word. With hesitation, he eventually reaches his hand out to her but decided against it at the very last second. (Y/N) was still confused as to why he was acting like that, but knowing his personality, it's not much of a surprise. A surprise that she didn't like though.

"Tch, finally awake are you?" 

"What did... you do to me..?"

"That's not something for you to worry about."

"I-"

"You only need to worry about your use to me starting from today onwards."

"What are you talking about, Kuni..?" she questioned with a confused tone.

He flinched at the mentioned of his name, but didn't give a reply. Scaramouche stayed kneeling down for a bit longer and then disappeared deeper into the lab.  A few minutes passed and (Y/N) sees Scaramouche coming back with a bowl of food in his hands. He pushes a button on the side of the glass cage, and the glass that was separating the two slid open. He stepped into the glass cage and put down the bowl of soup.

"Eat up. I can't have my woman starving to death."

"Uh.. my hands are tied up.." 

Scaramouche shook his head and rolled his eyes. Picking up the bowl, he grabbed a spoonful of soup and motioned for (Y/N) to come forward to eat. 

"I can't trust you with your hands free, get on your knees and come eat."

She paused for a bit, wondering if the soup was somehow poisoned... but before she could even voice her concerns the harbinger seemed to understand her thoughts and took a spoonful of soup into his mouth. 

"I have other ways of harming you, I wouldn't use a pathetic method like this. Now eat up."

The officer reluctantly got on her knees and scooted closer to the standing harbinger. Normally, she wouldn't EVER do this for anyone. After all, she was a well-known general of the Pyro Archon's army, it was only right that she prided in herself of her strength and achievements. Kneeling before her bipolar ass fiancé was something that hurt her pride. But she's been starving since archons know when and it wasn't poisoned... so that's something right?

She opened her mouth slowly and Scaramouche shoved the spoon of soup into her mouth. He made her swallow it quickly because he already had another portion ready to be shoved in again. That second scoop may have been a little too much as some leaked out of her mouth, much to her dismay. Without her hands, how on Teyvat was she supposed to clean up the drop that rested on her chin? Swallowing what was left in her mouth, she looked up at the man that was feeding her soup so aggressively. He didn't say anything and wiped the escaped liquid with his sleeve, and then waited a bit before (Y/N) was ready for more food.