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Beneath the veil of skin and bone by BeyondTheClouds777
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
04 Feb 2026
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It’s over. Columbina has been reunited with her Authority, Arlecchino is taking Sandrone home to Fontaine, the Doctor has been defeated (for now) and Wanderer and Durin are bound for Sumeru to rest and deliver the news to Nahida.
Something… lingers.
As it turns out, puppets don’t like being separated from their cores. Not even when the fate of the world is on the line.
Following the war in Nod-Krai—because nothing is ever really over—Wanderer develops a chronic illness.
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06 Feb 2026
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oh my god this is so sad
i really hope the theory doesn't actually happen where nahida has to choose between hat guy and sumeru
her whole speech is so sad too
also romantic tension between wanderer and sethos, durin is disturbed
“This kind of irony suits me,” he says. “Don’t you think? Five hundred years of getting thrown around, and the one thing that damages this body is when I try to protect what actually matters to me.”
Nahida says nothing. Her silence is as enraging as it is steadying; if she spoke, it would break him. She knows this.
A while later, with Nahida’s presence unmoving behind him, Wanderer takes a controlled breath.
“If Dottore gets what he wants,” says Wanderer, “he will return to Sumeru, stronger than all of the Seven combined, and burn Irminsul to its roots. I trust you’ll know what to do if that happens.”
“You’d have me dismantle you,” says Nahida, “and plant your core into the charred remains of Irminsul so the Ley Lines may continue to give life to this world.”
He hates the word dismantle, but she’s right. She’s right.
“I was wondering if that’s where your mind had gone,” says Nahida. “If it comes down to it, I will choose Sumeru over you. You know this. But I hope, in that case, you would first allow me to look for every other alternative and every possible timeline. If there's any way to save both you and this world, I won’t take the easy way out.”
Wanderer chuckles, but there's no humor behind it. “You’d force me to live a hero’s life but deny me a hero’s death. You really are cruel.”
“I won’t deny you a hero’s death,” says Nahida, sitting beside him. “Just a meaningless one.”Nahida makes a frame with her fingers and lifts her eyes toward the peak of the farthest mountain. “There. I think that’s a good spot. Quiet, secluded; in spring, white blossoms fill the nooks between the stones all throughout that peak.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If your core was to be planted in Irminsul’s place,” says Nahida, “then that is where I would bury your body.”
Wanderer’s chest hitches.
“No one really goes up there,” says Nahida. “You would be remembered with a quiet silence, firm as the foundations of this world.”
“I wasn’t born here,” says Wanderer. “My nation is Inazuma.”
“But Sumeru is your home,” says Nahida. “And even if it wasn’t, selfishly, I would want you here with me, where I could watch over you until even Time dissolved to dust. I would sit on the peak with you and watch the flowers and listen to the sounds of the rivers and the birds. And I would think of all the awful things you’d say about nature’s purest delights, and I would laugh. I would remember you as you were, for everything that you were. You would be able to rest. And, yes, it would be a hero’s rest, befitting a hero’s life and a hero’s death. And still, it would be my last resort—” Her hand shifts, reaching to touch her chest over where a heart would be, “—as your god, but more importantly as your friend.”NAHIDA AND WANDERER ARE FOUND FAMILY!!!! RAHHH
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The Wanderer didn’t think gods could get sick, and yet here they are.
(It’s about love. The kind that makes you want to be a better person.)
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09 Dec 2023
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this is a really intresting fic
miko cameo“Have you heard the saying: Time heals all? Maybe it’s not how much time passes, but how you spend it.” It’s futile. Even if he’s no longer furious, Scaramouche will hate until those false stars burst and the moon comes crashing down to flatten them all. He’ll embody that “Eternity” his mother seeks so desperately and stay spiteful and bitter to the end. That hatred will never die. She doesn’t realize there’s nothing else left in him.
“Connections can take you far,” Yae Miko tells him, on the way back to Sumeru, and it feels like a slight. With his ties severed with the Fatui, The Wanderer has none. He stares down at those iridescent scales, and remembers that insects had always found their strength in numbers.
The puppet is only a puppet, without a single experience or name to call his own. He is a small, soft thing with extravagant clothes and is wholly innocent. Of course he’s easy to love.
The people of Tatarasuna are everything, filling his chest with a near inexpressible warmth. He loves, and loves, and loves and the world takes and takes and takes- He came to them empty and he will somehow leave them emptier still. He comes away knowing how to make a meal out of leftovers and sew everything from sail cloth to children’s toys. He tries to burn for them. It’s not enough.
He knows this with a bone-aching certainty, that he must not let this fledgling go. He dies, of course, and the puppet tries, but the love does not die with him. There is no use telling a corpse these words, so he burns it all and moves on once again. Don’t you know? Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin. He’d killed the person who had told him that too.
“Nothing lasts forever. Not even the gods. There is no way to prevent loss: loss is simply a matter of life. Future, past, or present: which is most valuable? You can spend all your time fretting over when you will lose the things you love, you can dwell forever in the past, or you can appreciate what you have for what it is, at this moment in time.” The Wanderer’s lip curls, mocking. “For if nothing else, we have the present moment?”
There is no freedom in Archonhood; he would have given that up, once, just to be strung into the body of a god forever. See, he wants to tell her, See where this empathy gets you. This ‘empathy’ that has spared his life will destroy her. The irony is laughable.
He had come into this world with love. Of course he had. Each time she says it, her voice gets more ragged, and somewhere along the way, he understands that “Makoto” means love. His creator weeps like her heart is to be torn away. He will never meet her outside her stored memories, and yet he feels an impossible connection to her nonetheless.) Her face is like mother’s, and she smiles at him, warm and endlessly loving
If she goes, it will kill him. The Wanderer had already died once in that fire, coming back clinging to rage to spite the world that had spit in his face for caring. If she goes, he doesn’t know what will come back from her flames. Maybe Irminsul itself would make a spectacular bonfire (You won’t, she tells him. You wouldn’t do that to me). It hurts. He hates this feeling. He hates it all, utterly, but no matter how he tries, he cannot bring himself to hate her.
His reply is a little mocking. “Poor thing. Back to the operating table we go.”
Love is for fools. You go to love something finite and complain about it when it dies. It’s utterly foolish: a tasteless joke that everyone seems to fall for. He does not know how it can exist without a heart. He may never know, but he does know that he cannot exist without it.
She is compassion incarnate. Kindness? Empathy? Those things suit people like her and are nothing but contrived on him. She is everything he hates about himself, but he cannot hate her. There is a contradiction that must be resolved, or he will stay stuck in limbo.
She deserves more, and he will desecrate it. That word from the mouth of Evil will turn it evil too. For all of the ill, for all his destruction and cruelty, and the lives he’s taken in this wreck of an existence- let there be one unstained legacy he leaves behind. What the Wanderer wants is to see her flourish: to thrive. And if the time comes to part their ways, he will let her go, like releasing a little boat towards the ocean, with the hope that he has left her better off than she was never having met him. It’s a meandering ache, one that does not fade with time. It only gets more manageable. “It’s okay,” she says, "Love you too.” Nahida says it quietly: delicately, like letting go of a little bird from her hands. He cannot bear to reply, so he ducks his head and smiles, any response slipping away and rolling down his cheeks. He’s a fool, an utter fool. This unbearable happiness in his chest is a fleeting thing, a flash in the grand scheme of their lives.
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there's a dream i have in which i love the world by namelessdeer
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
16 Nov 2025
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sequel to Hand on my Heart. Against all odds, Scaramouche and Chouji formed something like a family. Now they've arrived in Mondstadt with the Traveler, seeking help for the badly-damaged puppet from a certain fellow artificial human. They will find new friends and unexpected healing in the Land of Freedom, but Scaramouche's past has a way of catching up to him, and their struggle for belonging is far from over.
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- Part 8 of scara brainrot
- Part 2 of hand on my heart 'verse
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20 Aug 2025
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i'm super invested into this,
Scaramouche curls around the mangled remains of his life's purpose, and he weeps."Doesn't matter?" Chouji spits. "Did you know what- Do you even know how-!" But he does. Chouji knows he does. He was trapped down there in the mud with Chouji for months. In the crisis of his very own making. Slowly, Scaramouche hangs his head. "...I was angry," he confesses, voice almost a whisper.
"Angry at us?" Chouji demands. "At Higi Village, and Jakotsu Mine-?"
"No," Scaramouche forces out. He lifts his head, a little. Laughs, but it's bleak and hopeless, his gaze sliding off over Chouji's shoulder. "And you know, it was completely pointless. I don't think... I don't think she even noticed."
Chouji is at a loss for words. He looks at Zushi, more pathetic and lifeless now than he was when Chouji first found him.
All the suffering he and his family and the rest of the village went through - completely, utterly meaningless. A pointless sabotage to get the attention of a god who didn't care to answer the prayers of hundreds of her worshipers dying together, let alone those of her own son.
Pointless like a plea in the night. Pointless like scraping together hundreds of thousands of mora, as if any sum of money in the world could bring Chouji to his mother if she's decided she doesn't want to be found-
And just like that, the winds in the sails of his anger go out again, because there isn't any monster here to hate. Everything about it is just so sad.But love is mysterious like that: it persists, and persists, and persists. His bruised heart beats loud enough for the two of them, and as the last of his resistance gives Chouji squeezes even tighter. And then, as if the apology was the first trickle from a dam, Zushi babbles quietly: "There's nothing left. There's nowhere to go. I'm useless like this. I ruined it- I can't give you anything-"
It was a shot in the dark, but it seems to hit its mark. Albedo twitches, and Jean casts a startled glance at the alchemist. But she compartmentalizes quickly. "Putting that aside-" Jean sighs. "You've listed your birthday as a question mark and your reason for seeking asylum as..." She squints. "An 'Inheritance dispute'?"
"That wasn't in the top ten worst medical procedures in my life!" Scaramouche snaps. Albedo's hope that this is a wild exaggeration is immediately dashed by the addition of, "Probably not even top twenty. Listen- you don't even know what I can do yet- what I can offer-"
"Have you considered," Albedo interrupts him, "That as a homunculus, I may already be well-informed about artificial lifeforms, and have no need of studying you?"He was curious about the puppet from the moment Aether brought him in, yes, but it was Scaramouche's devastated reaction when he realized he'd lost the ability to use the gnosis that cinched Albedo's decision. It was a very particular kind of despair and wounded rage, a kind Albedo has encountered before, staring into his own face on a howling ridge of Dragonspine. The anguish of being unable to fulfill one's sole purpose, of being denied the meaning of your existence. Albedo himself has danced along the edge of that chasm as he struggled to come to terms with the fact that Rhinedottir had left him.
Albedo turns to him, puzzled. "Whatever did you do to make her hold such a grudge?"
Scaramouche crosses his arms. "Told her the stars were fake."
"Ah," says Albedo, in a tone that implies he finds this understandable given his knowledge of Mona, and then, with a cutting edge of inquiry, "Are they?"Inexplicably, Scaramouche's anger simmers down from its boiling point, leaving in its place a deep, vindictive bitterness. "Oh, it's no problem," he says, falsely sunny again. "I just find it really fucking interesting how you choose your test subjects, Kreideprinz. I'm going to go do the dishes."
His purposelessness is a tough pill to swallow, especially when there's someone who could do something about it but won't. Every morning when he wakes, it's to a hollow feeling, sticky and despairing. But then he rolls over and sees the kid in the other bed and thinks, Right. Right, I made a promise.
Well, it's really no surprise Chouji never mentioned this to him, since the last time he caught Chouji with bombs he forced the kid to devote all his afternoons to sword lessons for the next month.
"You better not get him blown up," Scaramouche says, with possibly an inappropriate amount of bite to use with a child her age, but Klee only sobers up, giving a serious little nod.
Chouji surmises [Albedo is lonely, and he wants to be Zushi’s friend.]
ch 8 scara gets hungover, jesus this is sad
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back home, where the autumn winds sing by winterprison
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
15 Feb 2021
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And selfishly, without a worthwhile wish of his own, Scaramouche simply wishes for Kazuha’s to come true.
(Perhaps in another life, forever could have been an option. May the wind carry these scattered memories back home.)
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21 Mar 2024
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This is an early kzsc fic so it's still set in the drifting bottles but i love it so much (that also means scara never got the message in the bottle tho)
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Tilting his head to drink in the scenery of the sky lit aglow by a sea of lanterns, his thoughts flood with those of a place he could no longer call ‘home,’ and of maple leaves scattered about in the wind.
It brings him back to the heart of Inazuma, reminds him of the calm before the storm. When the words ‘ come home safe ’ bore a different meaning, and when ‘home’ was not so far away.Kazuha pushes past the branches, brushing leaves off of his clothing and out of his hair as he pulls his friend into the clearing. The scent of a sea-salt breeze hits him immediately as he realizes that Kazuha had taken him all the way to the beach. Kazuha wastes no time pointing at the myriad of lights in the sky. “Look!” He gasps excitedly, letting go of his friend’s hand -- and Scaramouche tries to catch Kazuha before he goes and fails -- bounding towards the waves lapping against the shore. “Isn’t it beautiful?” He calls out with a twirl, basking in the scene that unfolds.
And the sight leaves the both of them breathless, staring at the hundreds of lanterns drifting through the sky across the sea, glowing brighter than the stars themselves. Kazuha waves Scaramouche over and as Scaramouche walks towards the water to meet Kazuha, he finds that the item in his hands is a flimsily made lantern. He eyes the lantern suspiciously in Kazuha’s hands, then at Kazuha directly. Kazuha waddles and wades his way further into the water. Scaramouche watches, amused at the display.
Suddenly, Kazuha exclaims, “Be free!” And he launches the lantern into the air, catching Scaramouche off guard. He watches as the lantern struggles to stay afloat, Scaramouche wants to ask if it was supposed to look sad, but decides to keep his mouth shut. Kazuha clears his throat, and begins gathering Anemo energy in his hands. Scaramouche turns away preemptively, not wanting to witness the tragedy about to unfold. “I said, be free! ” Kazuha shouts again, pushing his arm towards the sky and releasing a gust of wind from his palm that strikes the paper lantern at an awkward angle. Kazuha watches in awe as the lantern is propelled forward, skyrocketing into the air -- until it suddenly grows dim and plummets into the sea with a plop! as it hits the water. Kazuha faces the open sea with a face of horror.
Kazuha’s hands find their way home again, wrapped around Scaramouche, fingers interlocked in a tight bond. While Kazuha brings their hands together, Scaramouche hopes that he’ll never let go. With a smile like the gentle autumn winds as proof of his love, he makes a promise to the stars, and to any willing to listen, “But… something that’ll help us stay together like this forever. I’d wish for something like that.”
“Isn’t forever a little too long?” Scaramouche’s first instinct is to deflect Kazuha’s words. He’d never understand how Kazuha is able to be so bold with his words. He panics as he begins to shy away, feeling heat rise in the back of his neck and tint his ears pink. “That’s… forever you’d have to spend with me. Is that really what you want?” He mumbles, lightly picking at Kazuha’s hand with his own. He feels Kazuha’s grip tighten to reassure him.
“It is.” Kazuha beams, completely unabashed, “Forever isn’t too long if it’s with you.” His words strike directly through Scaramouche’s entire being, his heart aches leaving a bittersweet aftertaste. It must be the way the moonlight graces Kazuha’s skin, enveloping all of him in an ethereal glow that Scaramouche can’t bring himself to take his eyes off of. His gaze is trained on the way Kazuha’s lips curl into the smile that tugs at his heart. He is like the gentle autumn wind clashing with Scaramouche’s turbulent spring storms -- and he finds himself melting over and over again into the calm Kazuha brings.
“But I really do believe in it,” Kazuha hums, tracing shapes into Scaramouche’s palm, “That as long as there’s faith, it’ll reach its destination as thanks for not losing hope.”
Kazuha notices, tries to convince Scaramouche anyway, “If you ever have to go far, far away one day, I’ll send a message to you in a bottle. When it shows up at your door, you’ll know I was right all along.”
“You’d never have to.” Scaramouche answers, the most honest he’s ever been in his life, “I won’t go anywhere else. I’m staying here with you.” But Kazuha smiles sadly as if he knows otherwise.And selfishly, without a worthwhile wish of his own, Scaramouche simply wishes for Kazuha’s to come true.
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Collei tells her story, and in the process, maybe someone else’s too.
[A transcribed recording detailing Collei’s experiences with the Fatui Harbinger known as the Doctor.]
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- Part 3 of How to tame your Harbinger
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03 Jan 2024
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bastard lmao...
but like it's basically collei telling her experiences with the doctor in a documentary style
(i didn't catch it before but sometimes collei couldn't sleep cuz dottore was fucking scara?? at least that's what it implies... i preferred when i thought it was experimenting)damn i love this fics style so cool