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Lunch Crashing, Think I like you two. (pt.2)

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two. (pt. 2)

Scaramouche x GN! reader x Childe

Contents : Modern Highschool Au, established relationship (Scara x reader) Oblivious Childe, ChiScara , Eventual Poly, ooc ChiScara

Summary : You and Scaramouche agree you should indulge Childe in the little lunch plans he forced onto you two, and go have a wonderful lunch with him.

Requested? No.

Ao3 | Masterlist

previous | next

Wc : 1.5k

Ngl, i struggled with this part bc of the fact I had caught feelings for someone, only to find out he's taken </3

anyways, enjoy!

“Where is he? He should be in class with us.” You mumbled, sitting at your desk and doodling away rather than paying attention to your science class. Childe skipped this class almost entirely, seemingly forgetting about your lunch plans.

“His loss.” Scaramouche replied, jotting down a few notes. “So I’m guessing we can go to our spot?” He questioned, looking at you from the side with a hint of hope in his eyes.

You hummed in thought, entertaining the idea of ditching your companion. “I don’t think he would be too happy about that.” You paused, looking up to actually pay attention to the slides showing notes. “Maybe we should look for him?” 

Putting his pencil down, Scaramouche nodded in agreement. "As much as I'd prefer not to. We should." He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. He really did just want to spend time with you after lunch yesterday. But he knew what was best. And as much as he would prefer being with just you, Childe was his friend.

You quickly took a picture of the slide before it was changed, and started to take a few quick notes. “Good! I’ll message him and ask where he is.” You picked up your phone and did so. “If he doesn’t reply… Maybe his car?” You questioned, pondering where he would be.

Scaramouche shrugged, thinking of the possible places. “He probably went to get food before lunch for us three. He did say he wanted to eat with us.” Scaramouche put down his pen and started to pack his things. Lunch was about to start anyways. 

“True. But he wanted to take us to the mall. Where else could he go?” You sighed, not getting a reply from him from all the spam you had sent. “Hopefully he’s just in his car.” You started to pack your items as well, ignoring the teacher rambling about how the bell doesn’t dismiss you. 

Scaramouche slung his bag over his shoulder, and picked up his phone. “Let’s go. Before we get sent to the Principal's office.”  He offered his hand but soon pulled away, realizing that no one else had known. He wanted to keep it like that for as long as he possibly could.

You nodded and stood up. You smoothed out your clothes quickly and grabbed your own bag and phone. “Hm, Y’know. Childe doesn’t seem the type to be so attached to his car. Are you sure he even came to school today?” You questioned your boyfriend. 

Scaramouche merely nodded. He did share a morning class with him, and Childe was there. So it was weird not to see him in Science. “Probably just wanted to skip. You know how he is.” Scaramouche sighed, struggling to weave through the crowds of students, often bumping into another. 

You shrugged and walked along, settling into the comfortable silence between you and Scaramouche. You gave it some thought while you two walked to the parking lot. It wasn’t unusual for Childe to skip class, it was just weird for him to do it when you guys had plans.

“There's his car. You think he’s in there?” You questioned, pointing to Childe's car. You hoped he had just gone to get food. You didn’t wait for Scaramouche to answer and instead ran up to Childe’s car. You looked through the window and smiled. He was there! 

“Look! He’s in here!” You smiled and knocked on the window, trying to get his attention. He looked to be asleep. “I think he fell asleep.” You laughed and tried to open the door. It was unlocked. 

“Didn’t even lock the door?” Scaramouche mumbled, standing next to you to gain access to Childe’s sleeping body. “We should ditch him.” He laughed and flicked Childe's forehead.

You shook your head and swatted Scaramouche’s hand, glaring at him slightly. “We should wake him up. He wanted to eat lunch with us.” You retorted, leaning over Childe to wake him up. “Childe, wake up.” You shook him gently, soon resorting to swatting him a few times.

Eventually, he woke up and rubbed his eyes. “I fell asleep…in my car?” He whined quietly and sat up. “Is it lunchtime already?” He asked, moving to sit up properly.

Scaramouche nodded and leaned against the backseat door. “Yeah. We came here to find you for lunch.” He crossed his arms and turned his head to face the two of you.

Childe perked up, smiling at the two of you. “I made us food! Well, I ordered it. And I want to go somewhere with you guys!” He reached into the back and pulled out a basket.

You gasped and smiled, looking between the ginger and your boyfriend. “A picnic? Wait but what about class-”

“We’re skipping!” Childe cut you off and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the car and now, on his lap.

Scaramouche scoffed and shook his head. He opened the door he was leaning on and got in. “I’m not arguing with you today.”

You climbed over Childe and sat in the passenger seat. “Where are we going then? And whatcha get us?” You questioned, turning around to try to sneak a peek at the basket.

“Gotta wait till we get there to find out.” Childe said, starting up his car. He put his seatbelt on and looked between you and Scaramouche, making sure you had done the same. He smiled and turned ahead, setting his right hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift. “Don’t worry, I’ll have all of us back here by our next class.” Childe winked at you and pulled out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. “I’ll hold you to it then.” You reached over and punched Childe's arm moments before he had turned onto the road.

“I won’t help with your homework if we’re late.” Scaramouche chimed in, pressing his finger to the back of Childe’s neck. “Got that?” He added.

Childe nodded and chuckled. He turned up the volume to his speakers and held out his phone for either you or Scaramouche. “One of you play some music, it’s too quiet in here.”

He got out, opened the car door for Scaramouche, and took the basket from him. He nodded and closed the car door. “Yep. Away from all the other students, and not many people come over here anyways.” He walked over to you with Scaramouche.

You hummed and snatched the phone, putting on an album before setting it down again.

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You groaned as you stepped out of the car, stretching your arms up high. “You wanted to eat our food…at the river?” You questioned, turning to look at Childe.

“Didn’t think you’d pick this place.” Scaramouche commented, patting his friend on the back. “Now, you going to tell us what’s in the basket?” He asked, dropping his hand down to the said item, eager to eat what was inside.

Childe pulled the basket closer to his body, hiding its contents from either of you. “No! You have to wait.” He held it up higher and out of reach from Scaramouche. “Look, there are tables over there.” Childe pointed ahead of the group and ran ahead, cautious to not throw around the basket.

You cheered with your arms up in the air, chasing after Childe. “Food!” You ran past him and sat down at the table, eagerly waiting for him and Scaramouche to arrive.

You did the same and smiled happily. “Thanks Childe!” You happily dug into your food. 

“Calm down calm down. We can eat now.” Childe laughed and set the basket down, sitting across from you. “Here, open and look now.”

Scaramouche sat down and reached over, opening the basket and pulling out the to-go containers of food. “Sweet.” He said and opened them, grabbing some of the plastic utensils in the basket.

“Yeah, thanks.” Scaramouche dug in, a small smile plastered on his face. He could get used to being treated like this by Childe.

Childe waved off your guys’ gratitude and pulled out his container of food and utensils, happily eating his food. 

After some time of silence and eating, Scaramouche spoke up with a near-full mouth of food. “So, class starts in twenty minutes, and it took us fifteen to get here.” He paused and swallowed his food. “You sure we will have enough time to get back?” 

Childe shrugged and swallowed his bite of food before speaking. “We’ll be late by a few minutes, who cares?” He laughed and waved Scaramouche off.

“Hm, if it’s a few minutes, it won’t hurt too much.” You shrugged, pushing away your now empty food container. “It’ll be okay Scaramouche.” You poked his sides, making him jump slightly.

Scaramouche huffed and quickly finished the last few bites of his food. “Pass me your keys, I’ll drive.” He held out his hand and stood up. “You can eat on the way back.”

Childe handed over the keys and stood up, grabbing his basket and signaling you two to grab your trash. The two of you did and walked off the car, ready to head back to school to not miss your class. 

“Hm, can we do this again tomorrow?” Childe asked.

“No.” You both responded at the same time. You wanted your peaceful staircase lunch.

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[sorin-in-the-stars]

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two. (masterlist.)

Scaramouche x GN! reader x Childe

Contents : Modern Highschool Au, established relationship (Scara x reader) Oblivious Childe, ChiScara (slight in first part), Eventual Poly, ooc ChiScara

Summary : You and Scaramouche often eat lunch in a tucked away staircase in your school, so you can relax and cuddle without interruptions. Though Childe finds out and gets jealous. He is oblivious to the fact you two are dating, and has feelings for you. Scaramouche, is conflicted on his feelings for Childe. And so are you?

Ao3

Chapter One : 1.9k words

Chapter Two : 1.5k words

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[sorin-in-the-stars]

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two. (pt. 1)

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two.

Scaramouche x GN! reader x Childe

Contents : Modern Highschool Au, established relationship (Scara x reader) Oblivious Childe, ChiScara (slight in first part), Eventual Poly, ooc ChiScara

Summary : You and Scaramouche often eat lunch in a tucked away staircase in your school, so you can relax and cuddle without interruptions. Though Childe finds out and gets jealous. He is oblivious to the fact you two are dating, and has feelings for you. Scaramouche, is conflicted on his feelings for Childe. And so are you?

Requested? No.

Ao3 | masterlist

next

Wc : 1.9k

Bro this is the most ive written- im really happy with it. More parts are to come!!

“Hm, hey this class is boring. We should skip.” Childe said, poking the eraser side of his pencil into your side. He had a mischievous look on his face, smirking with his head leaned against his hand which was propped on the table you shared with him.

It was Science class and you were stuck in the lab room, having been paired up with a particular ginger and an angsty boyfriend of yours. There were an odd number of students and Childe could not fathom working on his own, for whatever reason. Though it did not bother you, it sure bothered Scaramouche.

“You’re already failing this class, and you’d like to skip? No wonder you’re failing.” Scaramouche commented, jotting down a few more things to his paper for the assignment. He scoffed a few moments later and sat upright. He turned to look at the two of you and saw that Childe was giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah he is, but it would be fun, no?” You asked, rolling up your sleeves to get ready to sneakily clean up to leave. You knew Scaramouche would give in, not to Childe but to you.

“Yeah! We can go to the mall and get food.” Childe butted in, grabbing his car keys to show them off to the shorter male.

“Hm, he is just annoying.” You knew he was lying, he was a tad bit jealous at the idea of Childe joining you two in on your usual lunch dates. It was something special for you two, daily lunch dates hidden away from most.

“I’d rather choke than go there with you.” Scaramouche shoved a few papers into his school binder and grabbed your hand. “I’ll be leaving with them. You should pay attention to class.”

You laughed and wave the now sulking male off, and let yourself get dragged by Scaramouche to what you’d assume to be your usual hiding spot. “Jealous? Or you just want to be alone?” You asked him, keeping up with his quick steps.

“Annoying? Hmm, if you say so, Scaramouche.” Soon, you two arrived at the staircase tucked away in the corner of the school. No one used it often, so you two were able to relax there for the entire lunch hour. 

He eyed you as you grabbed your lunch out of your bag as well. You sat down next to him, shoulders touching, and began to eat. "Hm- Y'know, one day we should humor Childe and go with him to the mall for lunch. He is offering to pay anyway." You spoke between bites. 

Scaramouche did not reply and just plopped down on the ground. He pulled his bag to his side and dug in it to grab his lunch. He set it down to his side. “Well, sit down. I want to eat with you.”

"He'll think it's a date." He paused, finishing his bite quickly before speaking again. "You know how he thinks."

"Yeah but, would that be all that bad? He probably doesn't have many others to eat with since everyone else uses him for money." You swallowed your food and took a sip of your water. "He is our friend either way. Why not eat lunch with him?"

Scaramouche rolled his eyes and set his food on his lap, looking at you with slight defeat. "You do know he likes you. Right? I don't want him to have what's mine." He sighed and shook his head, eyes now turned to the ground. "If you want to, we can tomorrow. But this won't be a routine."

You smiled happily, ignoring the fact Scaramouche had just told you that Childe had feelings for you. They would go away eventually. Besides, you didn't feel the same. "Yay! But you have to be nice to him! No snarky remarks. Got it?" You stated, pointing a threatening finger at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just eat your food." Scaramouche finished his sandwich quickly and gulped down some of the juice he brought. He grabbed a few snacks he brought and opened them, munching on them rather happily.

"Mhm. I know I know." You leaned against his side, finishing your own sandwich hastily to steal some of your lover's snacks. He brought the good stuff! Not the no-name brands, the good stuff. So who couldn't steal it?

"Here. I brought you some." He held out a small pack of gummies. His face was slightly tinted red. He knew how much you enjoyed them, and he wanted to give you a few small snacks. "So you don't steal mine." 

You smiled widely and snatched them from his hand. You held it up in victory and cheered. "Thank you!" You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned to open and devour the snack. "Oh man, have I told you how much I love you?" You asked, off in your own world of gummy snacks.

"Hmm, a few times." He stuffed the empty wrapper into his pocket to toss later. Scaramouche lifted up his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your head in the process.

A silent declaration of his love for you.

Meanwhile, Childe was roaming the school halls in search of you two. He had bought himself lunch and wanted to at least spend the hour with you. However, he was having a hard time looking for you guys. 

"Mr. Zhongli, have you seen Scaramouche?" He asked a teacher and a few other students. However, all of his questions have been answered the same.

"No, sorry." 

He sighed and decided to go to an empty hallway and sit there. He walked up the stairs, sulking very clearly. "Where are they…"

Childe hummed to himself and looked to see if anyone was there.

"Oh, Childe." There you two were! He was ecstatic! He smiled widely and held up his bag of food.

"I got food~ want to share?" He asked, not questioning the cuddling. Your guy's relationship had yet to go public. So Childe had yet to even figure out you two were together.

"As much as that is appealing, we already ate. Sorry, Childe." You said, sitting up and sadly pulling away from Scaramouche. It pained you to do so but, you knew Scaramouche did not like showing affection in front of others.

"More food for me." Childe shrugged and sat in front of you two. He opened the bag and dug in, happily eating his food.

You packed away your empty containers and garbage into your bag, noting to grab it and throw it away before your next class. "Tomorrow we should go to the mall together for lunch. I'll have some money by then." 

Scaramouche didn’t make a comment, rather he sat there staring at the ginger with this slight edge. He did not want him to find out about your hiding spot. It was meant for you two and now he might try to come with you two every day! 

“If you want. I can pay though.” Childe swallowed his food. “I’ll pay for both of you!” He just wanted you two to hang out with him. More so you than Scaramouche, but he was not complaining whatsoever. 

Scaramouche crossed his arms and legs, huffing at Childe's words. “Free food is free food. I’ll go.” He closed his eyes as to avoid looking at anyone. 

“Great! It’s a date then.” Childe said, sending you a wink. He then went back to eating his food as the bell rang. Students poured out of classes, eager to eat their lunches.

“I thought we told you not to skip that class-” You said, furrowing your eyebrows at Childe. You forgot the bell hadn’t even gone yet. That sly guy really left after he was told to stay.

“You two aren’t my parents. I’ll do as I please.” Childe laughed, having successfully left class, got food, and found you two. What a great day it is today.

“I’m not tutoring you on that upcoming test.” Scaramouche butt in, having zero intentions of helping the failing male. It was not his responsibility after all. If Childe wanted to pass, he had to do it on his own.

“There's a test-?” Childe asked, voice loud enough to shock the relaxed Scaramouche. He stopped eating his food, and his mouth was wide open. He was starting to panic a bit.

“Hm, no. But I wasn’t going to help you if there was one.” Scaramouche laughed, smiling in a teasing way. He knew he would end up helping him. They wouldn’t be in the same class anymore if he didn’t help. He couldn’t let that happen, now could he?

“Awh, you two have study dates without me? I feel hurt.” You cut in, feigning hurt by placing your hand on your heart and falling onto the floor, now laying down. You laughed, smiling at your own joke.

Childe was laughing with you, nodding to your question. “We do! And you will never be invited!” He proclaimed, pointing at you with a determined expression.

“Not that they need them. Unlike you, they’re passing Science.” Scaramouche shook his head, chuckling softly at your guy's antics. It was stupid, yet he found himself thinking it was rather cute. The both of you.

Childe nodded in agreement. “Can never get enough.” He finished off his food and put all his trash into the takeout bag.

What was he thinking?

You sat up and gently punched Scaramouches shoulder. “Yeah, but it would never hurt to get extra study sessions.” You replied, questioning if it would be worth asking one of the smarter students for help. Your grade could use some work after all.

Scaramouche looked at him in irritation again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed thin. “You don’t even study unless I’m there.” He commented, scoffing at him.

“They’re study dates! Trust me! One day, you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.” Childe smiled, patting his pants clean of any crumbs from his lunch.

“And I’m still not invited? Heartbroken.” You faked a pout, crossed your arms, and turned your head. Your eyes were shut tightly and your cheeks were puffed out slightly. 

And the cuddle sessions.

“Sorry. Just us two are allowed.” Childe teased, poking your cheek playfully. “No one else.”

You laughed and slapped his hand away. “Fine. I’ll have my own study dates with Scaramouche. On our own. You’re not invited!” You declared. Though it was already true. He often did help with your assignments and studying. You did prefer it that way, Childe could get off-topic often. And the study sessions you two held were meant for studying after all. 

“Who said I’m going to study with you? You’re on your own too.” Scaramouche stated, side-eyeing you with faked irritation. He really didn’t mind studying with either of you. Though sometimes he could not handle Childe.

You gasped, pressing your hand against your heart again, and faked a surprised look. “What! No study dates with me?” You tilted your head down and closed your eyes. “I’m shattered. Truly am heartbroken. Why must you regret me like this?”

Scaramouche scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Enough. Lunch is about to end. Let’s head to our next classes.” Scaramouche stood up and grabbed his bag.

You sighed and did the same. You also grabbed the trash from inside to throw out. “Fine. I’ll see you two later then. Bye!” You waved them off and headed off to your next class, one you did not share with either of them. 

[sorin-in-the-stars]

What am I missing...?

What am I missing...?

Scaramouche x GN! reader

Contents : 3.3 Archon quest spoilers, Slight angst to fluff?

Summary : You feel as if you're missing something but can't figure out what.

Requested? No.

Ao3

Wc : 1.4k

What did you guys name him? I named him Kuniraiko <33

“This view! It's so gorgeous!” You stated, eyes fixed on the setting sun. You tucked some hair behind your ear, smiling widely as you and your lover watched the sunset together.

But he wasn’t watching the sunset. No, he was watching you. He had this lonesome look in his eyes. Like, he was off in his own world, thinking about something he may regret. 

The walk back was nice. Peaceful even. You had this foreboding feeling in your guts, but you didn’t know why. You pushed those thoughts away and enjoyed the walk with Scaramouche, this would be the last one for a long time.

Though, you did not question it. You were here to enjoy this time with him before he had to leave for Snezhnaya. And so, you turned to look at him. “Thank you, for bringing me here before you leave.” You smiled and took ahold of his hand. “Let’s head back to the city.”

He said nothing, but nodded and let you lead the way back to Sumeru City.

“Thank you again, my Love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to him before you entered your home, and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. 

“Hm, yeah. Goodnight, sleep well.” He replied, having been the first words he had said practically the entire night.

You walked inside afterward, soon going to bed.

The next day, you had woken up rather late. It was nearly noon! You started to freak out as you rushed to get ready. You had to meet up with-

Wait…Who did you have plans with again?

You sighed, and sat on your bed, rubbing your head as you thought over it. Why was there a desolate feeling in your chest? Your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t piece it together.

You shook your head and stood up, and decided to just get ready for the day regardless of your forgotten plans.

You walked out the door and started to make your way to Katheryne. Maybe you had plans to take on a few commissions? That could be a possibility. 

“Hey, Katheryne! Got any commissions?” You greeted her, the near robot-like lady had turned to you, and with a smile, she nodded.

“Yes, I do in fact. They’re all outside of the city. Is that an issue?” She asked, grabbing a few pieces of paper from under her desk.

“No! It’ll be nice to get out of the city.” You beamed, wondering why it had felt so long since you’d been out. 

You were just outside the city watching the sunset last night, right? Though, that memory already seemed to be getting fuzzy.

She handed you the papers and waved you off. Now, time to find out where these commissions were. You gave the papers a quick read-over and headed off, these didn’t seem too hard. It was just fighting some Eremites and some Fungi. 

And so you made your way out of the city. 

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Though, it felt off. Like you were missing something. 

The day had seemed like it passed by in minutes, and those commissions were a lot harder than you had expected.

By now you had reported back to Katheryne and were now going back to the hill you had sat on a multitude of times before to watch the sunset.

You sat on the ground, facing the sunset with your knees pulled up to your chest. You rested your head on your knees and gave it some thought once more.

“You mind if I sit with you?” Someone asked, it was a male. 

“What am I missing?” You questioned and allowed the small number of tears to flow. You didn’t feel like this the day before, so what changed?

You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You quickly wiped your tears away and nodded, not facing him. “Yeah, spots always open.” You replied.

He sat down next to you, watching with you.

This oddly felt right. To watch with someone. But it was still off. 

The two of you sat with each other in silence until the sun was gone. You stood up and looked down at him. He felt, familiar.

“Do, we know each other?” You asked, looking at him confused.

He froze up and didn’t reply. He didn’t know how to.

How was Scaramouche going to tell you he had erased himself from existence? 

Even though the Wanderer part of him had lived a completely different life, the Balladeer part still loved you.

He stood up and smiled at you. He shook his head. “I wander all over Teyvat, so there is a possibility we have met before.” He took a deep breath before speaking once more. “Do you have a spare bed? I need a place to sleep tonight.” He lied. He just wanted to be with you once more.

Once he had gotten his memories back, he asked around all over the city to find you. That’s when he remembered this spot. You two frequently came here to watch the sunsets, and the previous night was supposed to be the last for a long while, supposedly.

You hesitantly nodded. If this guy wanted to kill you, he could have already. Besides, your walls are thin, your neighbors would hear anything that would happen. “I do, I don’t mind lending it to you for the night.”

“Great, let us go then.” He walked off, leading the way back to the city like this was a routine. 

Scaramouche felt so stupid. Why would he throw his life with you away, just with the hopes of not existing? He felt like he should have not asked for his memories back. This type of pain could not be rivaled at all. 

To know and love someone with your entirety, but for them to not even remember you? He felt silent tears roll down his face as he walked ahead of you. He did not want you to see him like this.

As you two walked, you felt the urge to walk closer to him. Have your shoulders touching, to be close, to grab his hand. It was unexplainable. You had no idea why. Though, just walking with this strange man felt right.

“Hm, not even a nickname?” You asked, confused. How could one not have a name? Especially at his age.

And you quite liked the idea of sharing a roof with him. Even if it was just temporary. “I never got your name.”

“...I do not have a name.” He whispered, voice shaky. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

He shook his head. “No. If you do need something call me by…” He paused and took in another breath. “Call me Wanderer. Or any nickname that comes to mind.”

“Follow my lead then.” You laughed, walking past him and grabbing his hand, you smiled. Yeah, this definitely felt right.

You nodded, giving it some thought. Though, nothing but pet names come to mind. And you could not go call him names reserved for couples. You just met the guy! “Maybe another day. When I get to know you more! That is, if you would like to.”

He hummed in response, stopping at the entrance. “Lead the way to your home.” He kept his eyes down, face covered by his very large hat. 

You weaved through the crowds, making your way back to your home.

He smiled fondly at you. Maybe he should just act like someone who doesn’t know you. And fall in love with you all over again.

Scaramouche wondered, should he tell you? Should he stick around you?

What should he do? He did love you after all. But you had no idea who he was. 

“And, we are here! It’s not much but it is home to me.” You let go of his hand and fumbled to unlock your door. You stepped inside once the door was open, and held it there for him.

“Are you hungry? I can make dinner.” You kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen. You felt the need to make Shimi Chazuke. You don’t know why but you did. “I’ll make Shimi Chazuke!” You laughed softly as you started to prepare for dinner.

“That would be nice. Thank you.” He slipped off his shoes and followed you, wanting to help. He did love cooking with you. “Mind if I help?” He asked, standing next to the counter almost shyly.

“Hmm, if you want! Here, you can mix the ingredients while I prep everything else!” You set a few more items on the counter and smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He hummed, picking up the items and starting to put all the needed items into the bowl before mixing them. 

You could get used to this. Though, how long will it really last?

[sorin-in-the-stars]

After School Assignment...

After School Assignment...

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents : Highschool/College AU. Fluff, a single kiss at the end, not much actual Scara content, but its there,

Summary : You get paired up with Scaramouche for an assignment and have to go to his house to work on it.

Requested? No.

Wc : 1.3k

Not posting to ao3

Requests? Open!

this has been in the writing process for a few days so, sorry if it doesnt make much sense, i didnt want to proof read it lmao I also may write a part two to this, as the ending didnt sit right with me, but it depends i guess.

“You two are paired…You two are paired…and you two..” Your teacher went around the class, handing out a page for each pair of students. Everyone had a deskmate, so it was no surprise that your teacher just decided to do the pairs like that. It was the easiest way.

Right?

You sighed inwardly, sinking into your seat, and pulling up your mask as the sudden realization of who your partner was dawned on you. You questioned why you had picked this spot in the first place at the beginning of the year.

Your teacher didn’t say anything as she put the paper onto the shared table. You didn’t dare grab the page and expose your pitiful excuse of a hiding spot. You were right next to him anyways! Why even attempt at hiding?

Now, you knew there was nothing wrong with your partner. He worked swiftly and precisely. But…his communication skills were… something to say the least.

Scaramouche sighed and leaned forward to grab the loose page, skimming over the contents quickly as he was not listening to the entire lecture, to begin with. He had no real need to as the student with the highest marks.

“Got any ideas?” He asked, still staring at the page.

You shook your head in reply, not truly caring if he saw or not. You could care less for this assignment, you didn’t even know what it was about. You sure weren’t listening. You needed to though, as the student with the lowest marks that is.

Maybe that is why your teacher had pointed Scaramouche to your table when he arrived a few weeks ago.

He turned to face you, expression nothing short of foul. “Are you deaf or just stupid?” He asked, clearly having not seen you shake your head a few seconds prior. 

Once more, you shook your head. Giving him a small glare. 

He huffed and shook his head, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Fine. We can do it in Inazuma history then.” He tossed the paper to you, letting you read over it before the bell rang for the next class.

The teacher started to speak, going on about how the assignment was due in a week, and that it was best to do planning over the weekend with your partner.

Like hell, he would even agree to that.

With that, you took a picture of the paper and stuffed your bag with the rest. The bell was surely soon to ring anyways. 

Your desk partner didn’t say anything as he packed his own bag up for the day.

The bell rang, and the halls filled with a plethora of other students fleeing to their next class. You stood up from your seat and shuffled, pulling up your mask quietly before grabbing your bag and tossing the strap over your shoulder, and making your way to your next class.

You may share the same general class schedule with the foul male, but you surely did not care to share each seat with him.

One class was enough. Thank god this one had single seats rather than double tables.

--

You sat in your seat, looking between the board and your paper, you felt your phone vibrate. You quickly finished up your rather messy notes and picked it up, not caring if the teacher saw you on your phone.

You were ahead in the note-taking anyways.

You quickly skimmed over the message. And typed in your half-hearted reply.

You sighed and set your phone back down, wanting to get these notes for your upcoming test. 

He wasn't too bad of a partner. You knew that much. He took on more of a lead role and liked to make most of the decisions when it came to a project. Which…worked out with you per say.

Humming softly, you decided to keep up with the notes, not caring for the other notifications from your phone.

__ Once your class had finally finished, you packed up your items and slung your bag over your shoulder, giving a quick look over your phone to see Scaramouche had left a message for you. His address it appeared.

“This guy is… something.” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head as you walked down the hall and to the nearest door to leave school. 

You walked swiftly to the nearest bus stop and waited. Soon you would be at his house and start on this stupid assignment. You just hoped you two would get a high grade- though with him you were sure you would.

While on the bus to his place, you thought about all the other times you’ve worked with him. Which would be none. No one ever seemed to like pairing up with him, though you never really understood why.

He worked diligently and supposedly got high grades. Why wouldn’t they want to work with him? 

Sighing as you got off the bus, you thanked the driver and walked down the street and to his house. You had to do a double take at the address he sent you and the address you were at. Was this really his house?

You had to remind yourself who his parents were and the type of family he had. Rich people things you’d guess.

You ran your hands across the hedges as you approached the front door, marveling at the look of the front garden. They looked foreign yet so well-grown.

You shook your head from the clouds and made it up the steps and to the door, working up the little courage you had to knock. You flattened your shirt and pushed some of your hair out of your face. 

Why were you trying to fix your appearance? He was just a classmate- an attractive one yes. But why did that matter? Maybe it was because of his family's high status. Yeah, it was that.

It took a few moments for someone to answer the door, you heard quick and angry footsteps approaching the door. It opened to show an irritated Scaramouche, his school clothes now discarded and replaced by a different outfit.

“Who is it?” He asked, brows furrowed before he noticed it was you. “Oh, it’s you. Come in.” He stepped to the side, letting you in.

You stepped inside the rather spacious home, quickly taking off your shoes to follow the quick male.

“My moms are out. This would have been a lot easier with them, since our family… yknow.” He sighed, knowing full well most of the world knew of his family's lineage. He opened the door to his room and once more stepped to the side to let you in.

You nodded at him, walked into the room, and stood near his bed. You looked around quickly before your eyes landed on Scaramouche once more. 

“Do you ever talk? Or are you mute?” He suddenly asked, having picked on the fact you don’t talk often. His facial expression was rather, unreadable. Why did he even bring this up? 

“I- uhm…” You tried to answer, and he gave you next to no chance. He walked closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down so you could sit on the bed. 

“Now that I think about it, you’re always wearing this mask.” He whispered, the proximity of you two close enough to hear him.

“Well I-” He cut you off once more by grabbing your mask, pulling it down quickly and smoothly.

“I never said you could speak. I simply asked if you could. And you’ve since answered my question.” He said, shaking his head slightly while eyeing you.

“Be quiet.” He whispered and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips.

To that, you sat there stunned, and flustered. 

Maybe he didn’t want to work with anyone but you.

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Love Languages (Blurb, Multi)

Love Languages

Aether, Childe, Itto, Kazuha, Thoma x GN! reader (Sepertate)

Contents : How they show their love, and their receiving love language, fluff

Wc : 1.2k (200-300 each)

Not posting on Ao3

Once again wrote this entire thing in class, over a few days of course but still. I am severely risking getting my laptop privileges away for this

Also, my requests are currently OPEN!!

AETHER

Acts of service and quality time

“Aether! There you are! Where have you been?” You asked, running up to your boyfriend. He was picking up some herbs by the looks of it.

“Hm? I was out getting ingredients for dinner!” He smiled, standing up to face you. He held out the basket, showing off the herbs and spices he had and the few bits of meat he had gathered from hunting.

“Dinner? We could have gone to the city, you know.” You said, setting your hands over his to take the basket from him. He had worked hard enough as is, he deserved a break, didn’t he?

He let you take the basket and wiped off his hands on his pants. “A home-cooked meal is better.” He sighed happily, excited about the dinner he had planned. “Besides, Paimon spent all our mora on snacks…” He slumped. Now he had to take extra commissions!

You laughed and swung your arms side to side with the basket. “Hm, don’t worry. Living with nature for a bit isn’t too bad.” You said, following him around as he picked more herbs for dinner.

“Yeah, well. As long as I am with you I don’t care where we are or where we live.” He said, knowing you would be with him on his entire journey to find his sister.

“Of course, I will.”

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA / AJAX

Gift-giving and physical affection

Childe walked with you, hand in hand down the harbor docks, looking at all the things on sale. There was a plethora of jewels and flowers. It was beautiful.

“Oho, look at these! I should buy them for you~” Childe said, having pulled you to a stall that held a few pieces of metal jewelry. He picked up a broach and held it up to the collar of your shirt, taking a quick look at it.

“Hm? Why is that?” You asked, taking a quick glance at the other pieces and then back to your lover.

“It matches your eyes.” He answered, holding it up for you to see the colour. He was right, it did. But you didn’t like the idea of having something that matched your eyes.

“What about this one?” You asked, picking up a blue broach and held it up to the same spot he did. You smiled at him, proud to show off that you’re essentially his.

“Blue? It looks great! You sure you want that one?” He asked, coming closer to you and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

In that moment, you could care less if there were people staring at you. All you wanted was to be with him.

You nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. “It matches your eyes.”

Childe smiled widely and handed over the money to the vendor. “It matches you.” He replied, and grabbed your hand to lead the way to the next stall.

You just hoped he didn’t spend more money on you, even if it was Fatui money.

ARATAKI ITTO

Physical affection and words of affirmation

“Itto, sweetie, we can’t be out here all day looking for Onikabutos.” You sighed, ducking under a branch he pushed passed. Even though he was incredibly tall, he always manage to almost knock you out with those stupid branches.

Itto stopped and smiled widely at the little pet name, turning to you and grabbed your face gently. “Oh listen here! We will look and hunt until I can find the best! Onikabuto for the best person in the world!” He proclaimed and pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

You laughed and grabbed his wrists to hold him there. “Itto, it’s getting late. We can hunt more!” You said, staring into his eyes.

You watched him slump his shoulders and start to pout. You panicked slightly and moved your hands to his face in the same way he was currently holding yours. “You did great today though! I’m sure you can find the best for me.” You said, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks.

He lit up to that, quiet enjoying the praise you were giving him. “Hmm, more.”

You looked at him slightly confused before it dawned on you. He wanted more silly little praises. You laughed, deciding to give the goof what he wanted. “You did the best today, love. You looked so cute too.” You pressed another kiss to his nose, littering more across his face.

Ittos face lit up, it both the colour red and in excitement. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?!” He nearly yelled out, dropping his hands down to your waist to lift you up.

“Itto- pff put me down!” You laughed, dropping your own hands down to his shoulders as you were held above him.

Oh how in love you were with this goof.

KAEDAHARA KAZUHA

Words of affirmation and quality time

“If you, my dear, were a flower. You’d be my favourite.” Kazuha spoke, picking up a Sumeru Rose to tuck behind your ear.

You laughed gently and shook your head. “Kazuha, do you know how cheesy that was?” You asked, staring at his contrasting form. His red clothes sure did stick out from the blue hues of the sky and the greens of Sumeru’s terrain.

He nodded and kept picking at other Sumeru specialties he could send to the traveler before they get here on their own journeys with Paimon. “It was, however. I know you enjoyed it.” He paused, and turned to stare into your eyes. “Care for more?”

You did nothing but nod in reply.

“With you, time stops. Like at dusk. Warm, and just between night and day.” He let out a sigh. “I never want it to end, my love.” He hummed out a quiet tune, going back to picking up more specialties as if nothing had happened.

“Kazuha..” You couldn’t think of what to reply with, and instead quickly kicked off your shoes and took off your socks to run into the small stream to pick up any and all plants you could with your lover.

“I love you, my muse.”

“I love you too.”

THOMA

Acts of service and gift giving

You watched as Thoma rushed around the small room the two of you shared. He rushed around picking up items and putting them away. All while you simply sat there on the floor with nothing to do other than watch him.

“Thoma. You could let me help-” You offered once more while being in the process of getting up.

Thoma simply shook his head, and stopped what he was doing to look at you, his eyes showing nothing but love. “No, it’s okay! Don’t worry about me.” He said, chucking once he realized how abrupt that was.

“Hmm, well. I’ll pay you back soon. Okay?” You said, knowing full well he would try and decline and decline until he eventually would give in.

“But-” He tried to speak, turning fully to you to try and protest.

“No buts! I’m heading out now!” You said rushing to the little door to leave the building.

He sighed, and continued to clean as he waited for your return.

And once you had returned, he was nothing but surprised. “Wh- why do you have so many bags?” He whined, immediately going to help you with putting items away.

“I did a bit of shopping! For you and the place.” You laughed dropping the few bags on the ground so you could take your shoes off. “This ones for you, we can open it after dinner.” You smiled, rubbing your feet before you got up to help your boyfriend.

He sighed and nodded, smiling widely.

God, he loved you.

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Appreciate Beauty (Blurb, Multi)

Appreciate Beauty

Tighnari, Scaramouche, Childe, Diluc x GN! Reader (Seperate)

Contents : Fluff, appreciating their beauty, a single kiss in Childes, and a few more things

Wc : 1.2k (300 each)

Not posting on Ao3

Wrote ALL of this in class when I was done my work, and I am posting this in class, so enjoy I'm risking getting my laptop privileges here man/hj

TIGHNARI

The teacher walked around the classroom, reading off the board full of notes. You could barely understand what he was saying, not caring too much to pay attention.

You sighed, leaning your head on your hand that was resting on the paper clad desk. You smiled tenderly at your deskmate. He was so pretty. You always found yourself at a loss for words when looking at him.

How were you going to pay attention to class when he was seated next to you?

He had this look of complete and utter determination. There was a sparkle in his eye whenever he found himself learning something new.

You admired him for that. Wanting to learn more about nature, whether it be in a classroom or out in the field. However you could tell he preferred to be out in the field taking it all in.

When out in the forest the look on Tighnari’s face was breathtaking. Focus would be evident, along with pure joy and devotion.

You loved the expressions he would make.

“Hey, are you not paying attention? You big Lummox!” Tighnari whispered, eyes now trained on your rather the teacher. He held no anger in his expression nor voice, rather worry.

“Hm? What?” You asked, snapping out of it.

“You idiot.” He sighed, slumping his head down in defeat. “So you weren’t paying attention?”

You laughed softly, shuffling in your seat a bit. “How can I? I wanted to appreciate the beauty next to me.” You breathed out, not thinking before you spoke.

Tighnari sat there stunned, a small blush gracing his face. “Just pay attention. I don’t want to tutor you on this later if you weren’t paying attention.” He huffed, obviously embarrassed.

You turned your head with a smile, deciding to pay attention in class.

SCARAMOUCHE

You stood strongly behind your harbinger- well. Now Ex-Harbinger. You told him that as his right hand, you were to follow him and only him. To serve only him. You were completely devoted to only him at this point, going as far to indulge in his little god complex and calling him your god.

And it sure did fuel him. Until the Traveler came and ruined everything.

So now, here you sat with the newly reformed god, now going by Wanderer. You preferred his old name Scaramouche though. He didn’t seemed to care what you called him at all.

You stared into his eyes as he spoke, getting lost in them and not wanting to come out. They were a sea of blues, a night sky of the hue. It was mesmerizing, really.

You adored how expressive they were, despite him not wanting to show those emotions. You could stare into his soul for eons.

You sighed out lovingly. Leaning forward onto your arm that rested on your knees. You were so lost and warm. Not even hearing a word he spoke.

“Are you even listening? God you’re so unbearable sometimes.” He scoffed, turning around to face the forest greens.

“Hm? Sorry…I got lost in your eyes." You spoke, speaking nothing but truth. You stood up, taking a few steps closer to him to stand next to the male.

"My eyes? What's so great about them?" He asked, refusing to look at you. He crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows.

You knew he was genuinely curious about your answer. You could see it. He just didn't want to admit it.

"They're beautiful, Lord Scaramouche." You replied, turning your head to face him.

There Scaramouche stood, ears tinted red and a hand covering his lower half of his face. "Beautiful? Lies." He scoffed once more.

Laughing softly, you shook your head. He was the one speaking lies. You knew he wanted to believe you. He wanted those compliments.

He craved them even.

"They are beautiful. My Lord. I never lie." You stared at the forest, seeing the sun setting behind the mass of large trees.

CHILDE

“At last! I’m home!” You heard a voice call. It was Childe! He was home after months of being in Liyue!

You stood up quickly from your spot on the bed, and rushed to the front door. You smiled and jumped into his arms, happy he was finally home. “You were gone for ages!” You said, softly hitting his chest.

He laughed softly, and kissed the top of your head. “Sorry, sorry. A lot happened in Liyue Harbor. But I’m home now.” He said knowing the Tsaritsa would give him some time off to be with his family. He did ask after all.

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure there are a lot of stories to come as well.” You whispered, looking up at him.

His usually dead eyes held a small glimmer of life. You always thought they reminded you of the Dead Sea. Which was ironic. You were glad you were the one to bring some sort of life back into them, even if just a small spark.

“Hey now, don’t get lost. I don’t feel like fishing for you, yknow.” He laughed, having caught you staring into his eyes.

“Psh, as if. I can drag myself out any time any day.” You said, turning your head to face the other direction. You couldn’t, and you knew that for a fact.

“Hm? Is that so?” He let you go to rid himself of the bundle of winter clothes he wore. “If you say so, know I won’t be saving you from the sea, my eyes hold.” Childe laughed quietly, enjoying the pure love you held for him.

“No need to save me, they are simply just a beauty for me to admire.” You whispered, turning back to him and wrapped an arm around his neck.

Childe wrapped his own arms around your lower back, pulling you in close. “Beauty? Do you find them beautiful?” He asked, lowering his head.

You nodded and leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

DILUC

Diluc stood behind the bar stand, whipping down a now clean glass as he spoke. His voice was soothing to listen to. What was he talking about?

“And there you have it, the finest grape juice in all of Teyvat.” He stopped, setting down the glass to pour some of his grape juice. “Dear? Were you listening?” He asked, sliding the glass over to your end of the bar.

You nodded, hand resting on the counter with your entire body weight leaning against it. “Mhm, I was…” You trailed off, eyeing his hair which was tied up in a high ponytail. You loved playing with his hair, if only he would let you braid it.

He nodded in return, going around the entire tavern with a cloth and a small pail of water to wipe down all the tables.

“Wait, why’d you stop talking?” You whined out, turning to follow him with your eyes. Your shoulders slumped, sad he is denying you of his voice.

“Oh? You’d like to hear more?” He asked, giving you a knowing look from the side. He knew his voice soothed you, he often told you stories to get you to sleep when you struggled to do so. He enjoyed those nights, it’s when he had you on his chest, softly playing with his hair.

You nodded, pushing yourself off the bar to go follow him around the tavern. “I do. Same with your hair. It’s all beautiful.” You trailed off, getting closer to him to grab a strand of his fiery hair. “You’re beautiful Diluc.” You stated, playing with the strand before letting go.

“Same goes to you, my Love.” He kissed your forehead before getting back to work, and telling more simple stories.

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Cuddles For Three (Blurb)

Cuddles For Three

Scaramouche x GN! Reader x Childe

Contents : Cuddles, slight flirting, cuddles, can be read as platonic

Summary : Teasing? Cuddles, based off of an irl experience i had a few years ago

Wc : 668

Not posting on Ao3

Very self indulgent, these two have been on my mind A LOT recently as i managed to get Childe AND his weapon (won both WOO) I also did not proof read this

Requests are open!

“Your room is… Interesting.” Scaramouche spoke as he walked into the dimly lit room.

“Interesting? I find it comforting thank you very much.” You replied, plopping yourself on your bed as you scrolled through the many Spotify playlists you had.

“I like it! It’s endearing!” Childe said, poking at your pile of stuffed animals. “Like the lights too! Feels like a place I can relax and nap in.” He laughed, standing up to his full height.

“You could sleep about anywhere.” Scaramouche scoffed and walked across your small room to fall into your bed that was covered in a few blankets, ranging in thickness, and a ton of pillows.

You snickered at his response and put on Something Super Sweet by Rory Webly, letting the music play through your google home.

“Oh, sweet you have one of those?” Childe asked, sitting on the floor next to your bed. He leaned his head back and onto your legs that hung off the edge.

You nodded, setting your hands in his hair. “Got it through Spotify a few months ago.” You quietly played with his hair.

He seemed to enjoy it, his eyes were closed and a soft smile was placed on his face. “Nice. Not paying for stuff is great.”

“Easy for you to say, mister rich.” Scaramouche spoke behind you, tossing a pillow at the ginger.

“Hey! I was enjoying that!.” He whined, hugging the pillow to his chest instead of tossing it back.

You laughed at the two and moved away to stand up. “While you two bicker, I’m going to go beg my mom to order pizza for us.” You pulled out your phone as you walked out of the room, going to go call her.

As you were outside the room, you could hear the two starting to get rowdy, laughing and yelling. Turns out, they had a pillow fight which ended with Scaramouche on top of Childe, Scaramouche having claimed his victory.

But now your bed was broken.

It wasn’t anything serious, just the frame had fallen out of place.

You shook your head after you three had fixed it and turned to the two who were now laying in the now-fixed bed. “She ordered us some. You two are lucky she isn’t here.” You laughed and fell into the bed, joining them in the messily made bed.

“Let’s go!” Childe cheered, even though all three of you knew he could have paid for it.

“Dork.” You reached your hand out, messing up his ugly ginger hair. You rolled your eyes and leaned back, wrapping an arm around Scaramouches torso.

“You know you love me,” Childe said, winking at you and laid back, wrapping an arm around the two of you, and setting his other in your hair.

“Stop flirting, god it’s so unbearable.” Scaramouche groaned, rolling his eyes at you two being sappy.

“Awh, is Mouchie feeling left out?” Childe asked, looking at the male with a small smirk.

To that, Scaramouche didn’t reply, rather turned his head away and stared at the wall.

“I think he is! Childe we have to give our little Mouchie attention!” You claimed, putting emphasis on have.

You moved your two hands, placing them on Scaramouches face, and forced him to look at you. You leaned up and pressed a kiss onto his nose, smiling widely at your own actions.

“Hey! What about me?” Childe asked, pushing his torso up to gain a bit of better access. Childe softly played with Scaramouches hair and pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“There, now you’re not left out!” You plopped back down onto his chest, a smile evident and eyes closed.

Scaramouche laid there, a bit stunned and flustered. “You two will be the death of me.” He whispered, trying to keep it to himself.

“Likewise~” Childe hummed, laying back down, hand still in Scaramouches hair.

At this point, all three of you had forgotten about the ordered pizza, but who cares?

You three were comfortable and relaxed.

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just a small reminder that

my requests are open! I enjoy writing other peoples ideas :D

so send em in

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The Stars and More...

The Stars and More

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents : HTTYD Au, reverse comfort? There is fluff,

Summary : Scaramouche comes banging at your door to ask to go riding above the clouds with your dragon. Ahh, what happened this time?

Wc : 1.1k

Requested? No.

Ao3

bro httyd au has been on my mind for DAYS

Scaramouche knocked on your door, the speed and aggressiveness increasing over a short period of time. It was the dead of night! Why the fuck would he be here this late?

Begrudgingly you threw off your blanket and slowly sat up, Scaramouche knocking slowly starting to give you a headache. You groaned loudly, stomping on the wooden flooring to signal you were on your way down. 

"Why is he being so noisy?" Now standing, you quickly rushed down the uneven stairs to open your door. 

Almost toppling down the stairs, you slammed your body against the door. Wincing in pain, you opened the door to reveal your furious and very exhausted boyfriend. "Can we go for a ride?" He asked, and pushed passed you and into your small home.

"Huh- Kuni, it's the dead of night! SkyWalker is sleeping." You sighed, closing the door to show him your sleeping Stormcutter dragon breed.

There sat Sky Walker, very awake, and very aware. You sighed and facepalmed. You turned to your lover and shook your head. "Gear SkyWalker up, I'm going to get dressed." He nodded in response, staying quiet as he did as you asked. 

Once you threw on your warm fur clothes, you walked back down to him. He was waiting outside, petting and caring for SkyWalker in your absence. His smile was soft and you could tell he had calmed down significantly since he first entered your room.

You smiled softly at him, finding the scene endearing. "You ready to head out Kuni?" You asked, still using the old nickname for him. He said he didn't like that name too much, but deep down he knew he adored it.

He turned to you and nodded, his smile dropping the moment he knew he was spotted being soft. He was the heir to village Chief, should he really be allowed to have these weak moments? He felt he shouldn't be allowed to.

SkyWalker leaned down, allowing the two of you to climb up onto her back. Getting up wobbly, you noticed and held out your hand to Scaramouche. "How are you going to be Village Chief but still don't have a dragon?" You laughed, helping him up onto the saddle, and sat in front of him.

"I've told everyone countless times," He sighed, getting tired of repeating himself. "I want either a Night Fury or a NightLight dragon." Of course, he wanted to be like one of his family's ancestors who had even started the entire dragon riders. 

You shook your head, a smile gracing your face. "Ahh, that's right. Well, hopefully, one day we can find one for you." You directed SkyWalker up, heading straight to the clouds.

He hummed, closing his eyes to enjoy the wind against his face. He always loved the feeling of it, flying up and closer to the stars. The wind and feeling of misty clouds against his skin. It was his favourite.

“So, Love. What made you want to come ride along the clouds this time?” You asked. Trusting your dragon enough to keep your ride steady, you turned to face Scaramouche. You eyed his expression, watching it as it went from soft to irritated as he thought about what had happened.

“My mother. She brought up the topic again.” He sighed, falling back to lie against SkyWalker's back. This was an often occurrence. He come to your home, ask for a ride, and you two would talk about what happened. Most nights this happened, it would end in you two cuddling in your bed. You had no complaints though.

“To become Chief? Isn’t it what you wanted though?” You questioned, scooting closer to lie on top of his torso. 

He nodded, folding his arms behind his head with his gaze pointed up to the sky. “It is! But she's rushing our relationship, asking me when we are to be married, and when am I going to get a dragon!” He said that all in one breath. “It's… frustrating. I want to take my time with those!” He groaned, angry tears starting to form.

You smiled at his honesty, glad he wanted to take his time with these types of things instead of rushing them as he had in the past. “Hmm, well. If she is rushing us there is not much we can do. I’d say let’s just get married to get her to stop.” You say, tracing patterns onto his chest.

Scaramouche shook his head, not wanting to let his mother control his relationship. “Yeah, but then when I officially propose, it won’t be as special.” He let out a soft sob, finding it hard to breathe. “I want to have control over my own life!” He yelled to the sky, moving his hands from behind his head to cover his face.

He didn’t want to let you see him cry.

Sitting up, you moved your hands up to his face. You removed his and pulled him up, ready to kiss as many tears away as you needed. “Shh, My love. We will figure this out. Together.” You peppered his face with small kisses, kissing away each tear.

He hiccuped, laughing softly at the many kisses he was receiving. “You..” He paused, a small idea coming to him.

“Would you…run away with me?” He spoke softly, so as to not disturb those who slept amongst the stars.

This supposedly theoretical idea caught you off guard. Leave your guy's island? Never return? And start a new life elsewhere? That was all too much to think about.

“Run away? But what about becoming Chief?” You spoke worriedly. “Kuni, love. Have you lost your mind?” You asked, concern laced into your voice.

He nodded, smiling at you happily. “Run away with me. Let’s fly with the stars!” He turned his head up, lifting one of his hands as if he was waving to the stars.

“That's…insane..” You breathed out, looking down at your lap to give it a quick thought.

It’s not like you had much going on for you back on your island… All you would have to bring is some clothing, hunting gear, and your dragon. A nice place near a beach or in a forest near a river would do too.

“Tonight?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend. He looked, at peace. His face was relaxed and his smile small. His eyes reflected the stars, so full of hope and love. 

You sighed and grabbed his hands. You kissed his knuckles and looked into his eyes. 

How could you say no to him?

He nodded.

And to that, you headed back to the island to pack your items and be gone by sunrise.

“For you, my love, I would give the stars and more to see you smile.”

You had agreed.

[sorin-in-the-stars]

question for scara lovers,

what kind of Dragon do you think Scaramouche would have from How to Train Your Dragon?

[sorin-in-the-stars]

Hey dear i saw hr request being open so i decided to slide jn heh

Maybe angst to fluff? (pls dont make the angst to brutal i cant handle it well) heh

Anyways have a nice day dont overworm urself AND EAT.

Spit it Out.

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents : Arguments, Angst to Fluff, sharing a bed, soft Scara at the end

Summary : What Scaramouche said about Haypasia hurt you. Have you not been here for him this entire time has a follower?

Wc : 1k

Requeted? Yes!

Ao3

Hi! Thank you so so much for this request, i've been DYING to write more for scara, but i had no idea what to write.

This type of thing has been on my mind for a bit so I am glad i was finally able to write it out

I hope you enjoy it!!

You sat there in shock and awe. How could he be so stupid? Oh, yeah sure he didn’t have a single devoted follower up until Haypasia. It wasn’t like you were there this entire time, right? There for him throughout all the years, committed solely to him. 

Hell, you even left the Fatui with him! He may have thought he forced you to, but you were willing to do as he says! You were his only follower from day one. 

Yet he dare treats you as if you were…Nothing!?

You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away from him. You visibly looked upset, from the look in your eyes, and to your completely untouched food. 

What is it that he had done? He was incredibly confused in the moment. Why weren’t you eating the food he made for you?

You always ate what he made for you, no matter its contents. At this point his plate was completely empty, even if he didn’t need to eat.

He sat back in his chair, kicking your leg under the able in the process. “Spit it out, mortal.” When had he started using ‘Mortal’ instead of some deranged insult? 

You didn’t reply, feeling that he didn’t need to know as your supposed ‘God’. He should be able to put two and two together, right?

“What? Is my cooking suddenly not to your standards?” He furrowed his brows, getting irritated. His hands clenched in on themselves under the table. “I said to spit it out. Who are you to ignore my demands?”

“Why don’t you go ask your first and most devoted follower? Hm?” You turned you body to face the other direction, refusing to look at him. You felt hurt because of what he had said to the Traveler. Did you mean nothing to him?

“Stop spouting nonsense. She has nothing to do with this.” He scoffed, his irritation and confusing growing immensely. 

Your eyes widened slightly, the pain growing from simple words. “So you admit that she’s a better follower than I am?” You closed your eyes tightly, body curling in on itself.

Is this what you’re upset about? How ridiculous! “What are you talking about? She is my first follower, you are merely a-” He cut himself off. 

What were you to him? A soldier? A pet? A follower? Why has he kept you around this long? You didn’t provide much service to him other than patching him up, and occasionally cleaning. 

Was it because of your company? 

No that can’t be it…

“A what? What am I then?” You turned to him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. His silence towards you did not help the feeling you held in your chest. The pain was getting unbearable.

You stood up, ready to leave the makeshift home the two of you shared. “If I mean nothing to my own god, should I really worship him?” You spoke, staring down at his sitting form. You held both anger and pain in your eyes and voice.

Suddenly, Scaramouche felt a pang of pain where his heart should be. He didn’t speak, he was at a loss for words.

Did you truly feel that way? Were you really his first follower? Did he mess this up? “Don’t you dare say words such as those again, Mortal.” He stood up, coming eye to eye with you. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you closer. “You worship me?” He asked. There was a certain air to his words. Uncertainty? Curiosity? Hesitation? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Of couse I do! Why do you think I follow you around? Do as you ask? Hm? You think I do those because I fear I might die if I don't like all the other Fatui soldiers?” You raised your voice, your breathing getting rather unsteady.

“If you truly are my first follower, then she is nothing.” He said, clearly trying to look intimidating. His eyes betrayed him and softened at your response.

“Run off to your little devotee. I’m going to bed.” You yanked your arm from his hand, walking off to the makeshift bedroom you two had.

What did he do wrong? He was sure that what he said should have made everything better.

He hated humans and their stupid emotions.

__ At some point in the night, you felt your blankets move. DId he really come crawling to you? In bed? You pulled the blankets over your body tightly, refusing to share with him.

“Stop being a brat and give me the blanket.” Scaramouche tugged at the blanket knowing full well there were other ones. 

You didn’t reply, faking being asleep to see what he would do. 

He scoffed, settling with the small amount he had. “Stupid brat, you should be honored to even be in the same room as me. Yet here you are being greedy.” He spoke softly, as to not ‘wake you’ it seemed. 

You heard him sigh, and felt more movement. He leaned his head against your back, clearly looking down inside the blanket.

“...I’m sorry…My most devoted.” He whispered, moving his hand to gently grip the back of your shirt. It was a habit it seemed. One he did often while asleep. 

“Don’t say anyone is more devoted to me, Scaramouche.” You replied, letting go of the blanket to turn around to face him.

Scaramouche froze up. You weren’t meant to hear that. His facial expression showed that much.

You move a hand from under the blanket up to his face, gently cupping it. “You can do no real harm, my god.” You leaned your head onto his, voice softening “My Love.” 

Scaramouches cheeks dusted pink. “Don’t leave me.” His voice cracked. 

Maybe he didn’t see you as a follower because he didn’t want you as one? 

You hummed in response, leaving a small kiss on his forehead. “I wouldn’t dare try.” 

Scaramouche lifted one of his hands up to your face, cupping it in the same way you were doing to him. He just stared at you, not knowing what else to say or to do. 

He was tired. He wanted to sleep.

“Good. Now sleep, my most devoted.” He whispered, trailing his hand down to your neck to urge you forward gently. 

Scaramouche moved his head to your neck, enjoying the small bit of warmth it brought to his otherwise cold body. Carefully, he left small kisses there. 

He felt comfortable in your arms.

Finally, he could sleep.

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i am borderline getting bored of the diluc fic im writing 😭

some of yall should send in some Scara ideas

[sorin-in-the-stars]

A Hint of Wine and Love... (pt. 3)

A Hint of Wine and Love

Diluc x GN! Reader

Contents : Modern AU, Fake dating AU, Fluff

Summary : You two go on the date, and its...soft per say.

Wc : 1.3k

Requested? No.

Pt.1 Pt.2

Ao3

Ngl, i forgot i had planned a kiss scene for the end of this chapter- uhm, anyways- how yall likin the new update? i personally love fighting Scaramouche now

The two of you walked further into the field, brushing past the plethora of wildflowers that bathed in the warm sun. Everything was washed in a warm orange glow from the sun being high in the sky. 

It was a wonderful sight, really. And you were glad Diluc had brought you here. 

“Hmm, here seems like a good spot.” You said, turning to face Diluc. You grabbed the basket of food and items, taking out the blanket to lay out. It flowed in what little breeze there was before settling down on the ground. 

Diluc nodded, setting down the basket on the edge of the blanket to stop it from flying away in the wind. He slipped off his shoes and stepped onto the fabric, sitting down near the edge much like the blanket. “Come, sit my dear.” He patted the spot next to him, a small smile gracing his lips. 

You moved to take off your shoes, copying his actions. “So…you never told me what you had gotten for us to eat.” You stared at the basket in anticipation, clearly very hungry. 

DIluc laughed at that and reached to open the basket once more. “Well…I got the restaurant to surprise us.” Diluc said, pulling out the to-go containers that held the food.

“So, you just asked for picnic food and paid?” You asked, crossing your legs against each other. Would he really do that? Would it be worth doing that instead of letting Adelinde cook?

He nodded, opening up one of the containers to show a serving of Spaghetti. He set it to the side. “I also packed some sandwiches I planned on eating after a meeting today.” He paused as he grabbed another to-go container. “Then the meeting got canceled.” He sighed, opening it to show some salad. 

“Sandwiches? I think that is better than a raffle of food.” You laughed, grabbing the small bag of utensils the restaurant had given you two and opened it. You pulled out two forks and handed one to Diluc.

He nodded in agreement along with thanks. “They are in the basket with the rest if you would like.” He reached his hand in and pulled out a few more containers along with a few sandwich bags that held just that, sandwiches. “And there are some sweets too.” 

Finally, you reached in and pulled out the last of the basket's contents. You set the paper plates next to the food and grabbed the cups and juice. “Grape juice? I don’t find this surprising at all.” You laughed, looking up at Diluc.

Diluc looked at the bottle sheepishly. It was a bottle of his own Grape juice. He had requested it. “Would you have preferred wine?” He asked, grabbing the bottle to pour two cups.

“Wine, juice, it doesn’t matter really. Either way, it's made by your company.” You started serving your own plate, quite happy with the food you two had on this little picnic date. 

“They have two very different tastes though. One is alcohol and the other is simply juice.” Diluc had a point. But how different could the tastes really be? 

You set down your plate, ready to fill Diluc’s. “Well, in that case. Next time bring some wine. So I can taste the difference myself.” You threw a playful wink at him, smirking ever so slightly.

Diluc chuckled lowly, closing his eyes briefly to shake his head. “As you say, anything for you.” This pretend relationship is starting to seem a bit too real with all the pet names, and how Diluc has his way with words. 

A bit too convincing. Though, you enjoyed it.

“Let’s eat, food will get cold otherwise.” 

__

You fell back into the blanket-covered grass, huffing out as Diluc sipped his grape juice. “That food was a lot better than I expected. Same with those sandwiches.” You said, smiling as you stared up into the sky.

Diluc nodded and set his now empty cup to the side. He laid down next to you. “It was indeed.” He stared up at the clouds, enjoying the shape of them.

“Should we head back to the manor now?” You asked, wondering if the media had gotten enough images by now. They were everywhere.

Diluc shook his head and pointed up at the clouds. “The clouds, they look far too interesting to leave just yet.” He wanted to prolong this moment with you.

He knew there were a ton of paparazzi in the trees at that moment. He knew the media was feeding off this like a pack of starving wolves, but he didn’t care too much. He just wanted to stay there with you. He felt comfortable.

You tried to hold back a small laugh, finding this sight of him rather cute. “The clouds? You know we would be able to see them back home, right?” He nodded, the idea of you living with him longer taking over his mind. You did just call his house home. And sure that is what it was for the time being. But it made him feel a certain way.

A way he didn’t know the name to.

“This area has a certain feeling to it though. Don’t you think?” He asked, turning his head to face you. 

You were a lot closer than he expected. He feigned a calm look, but the red on his cheeks did not help at all. He looked back up to the sky.

“Hm, I guess so.” You gave it some thought, how different it would even be if you guys had the picnic at the manor. It wouldn’t hold as many memories if it was there. It would end up getting lost in a mix of all of the new memories.

This one is special. 

“Thank you for bringing me here Diluc. I’ll be sure to never forget it.” You smiled softly, keeping your eyes on him rather than the sky.

He hummed, slightly embarrassed at your staring. He hoped he wouldn’t forget this either. 

To him, this was the most ideal date he could ask for.

You turned your attention back to the sky, wanting to stay a bit longer. 

__

And thus, the afternoon soon turned to the evening.You two had ended up laying there, basking in the sunlight for a lot longer than either of you had anticipated.

“Should we head back now?” You spoke out, eyes still facing up to the red sky. You could see stars peaking out now. 

There was no response.

You pushed yourself up to look at Diluc, only to find him with his eyes close and mouth open a tad. 

You held back a soft laugh, finding the sight endearing. 

“Fell asleep? How cute.” You reached your hand to him, brushing some bits of his hair back. “Hm, your hair is soft. I wonder if…” You trailed off, keeping those sweet thoughts to yourself in case he was awake.

You sighed, facial expression softening more at the sleeping male. “Diluc, wake up.” You whispered, rubbing your thumb against his cheekbone, hoping it would be enough to wake him up. 

His skin was soft. 

He moved his head, shaking it in a no motion. “Too tired.” He mumbled.

“We fell asleep, let’s go back home, Love.” You whispered once more as you pulled your hand away. “C'mon Diluc.” Slowly, he sat up. Diluc rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and yawned. “Sorry..” He moved to grab all the empty food containers to put away. You shook your head, smiling fondly at him. “You look good with messy hair yknow Diluc.” You said softly. You reached a hand to play with the ends of his now messier low ponytail. 

“It’s unprofessional. But I’ll keep that in mind for when we are home.” He replied, scooting to the very edge of the blanket to pull his shoes on. 

You did the same and stood up. Once he was off of the blanket you decided to fold it up quickly so it wouldn’t blow away. “This date was nice. We should go on another soon.” You put the blanket into the basket,

Diluc hummed, holding the basket with one hand and the other…empty. “Let’s go home now, it’s getting late.” He reached for your hand to lead the way back to the car. 

Hopefully, the staff doesn’t mind how late you two are.

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A Hint of Wine and Love... (pt. 2)

A Hint of Wine and Love

Diluc x GN! Reader

Contents : Modern AU, Fake dating AU, Fluff

Summary : Diluc asks you to pretend to be his spouse for an event, and you accept. He said that after this was over you may ask for whatever you want as payment. But do either of you want it to end?

Wc : 1.6k

Requested? No.

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

Ao3

I wanted to write the full date in this part but, I feel it would be better left for the third part seeing as I have something special planned for the ending of it.

“So wait give me a moment..” You sat there at the breakfast table, dressed in a rather casual outfit compared to Diluc, and you were amazed. “You want us to go on an ‘official’ date today? For the media?” You asked dropping your hand down next to your plate.

Diluc nodded, finishing the bite of food he had in his mouth. “Yes. If you are busy we can do it another day.” Diluc took a sip of his juice. It’s not that you actually had any plans- in fact, you were just going to try and redecorate your new room a bit and get comfortable in the manor. “No no. I have nothing planned at all. We can go, just let me get ready please?” He nodded and went back to eating, letting a blanket of silence take over the two of you as he planned out what exactly he wanted to take you out to. He honestly did not think he would get this far, having planned to just skip the entire event had things not gone as planned. 

So with that, you finished eating and went back to your room to get ready.

__ You stepped out of your room, dressed in a semi-formal outfit with your bag by your side. You looked down the hall to see if anyone was coming, and walked off to find Diluc.

The more you walked around the manor the more confused you got. It was fairly large and had its fair share of turns. Soon you had found yourself lost in the incredibly confusing manor.

“Diluc…? Adelinde?” You called out, looking around you as you walked. You huffed out and slouched, dropping your bag to the ground. “And…I am lost…”

You heard footsteps that seemed rushed. “Dear? Oh, there you are.” It was Diluc, he was looking for you. He rushed up to your slumped form and set a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Diluc! I was looking for you and got lost.” You laughed, standing up properly. The last time you had gotten lost was when you were a kid, and to that, you laughed once more.

“I assumed so, you weren’t in your room.” He took a pause and took a quick glance at what you were wearing. He smiled and dropped his hand down to yours, hesitant to grab a hold of it. “Are you ready? I planned a picnic date for us.” That did not seem as flashy as you thought it would be. You had assumed he would have rented out an entire restaurant for the two of you, and not allow paparazzi near either of you. Maybe he preferred to keep these things private. He still had to find a way to let the media know he was… ‘taken’ now though, so maybe this made sense.

You nodded, picking up your bag and gently grabbing Dilucs hand. “I’m ready.” You looked over at him and smiled, thinking nothing about holding his hand as it’s what couples do.

He returned your smile and lead the way to the front doors. As the two of you walked you tried to take note of the path, praying you wouldn’t get lost again.

“We need to make one stop before we head to the spot. Don’t feel nervous around the cameras, there will be a lot.” He opened the car door for you, letting you sit down before he slid in next to you. “I will be there next to you the entire time, so try to keep your head up.” He smiled at you, patting your knee a few times before he pulled his seatbelt over his torso.

You did the same and nodded. “If I may ask, why do we need to make a stop?” Was it to pick up someone? That wouldn’t make sense, this is a date. You wracked your brain and could not think of an answer for yourself.

“For the food. I would have asked Adelinde to make it, however, a picnic was very last minute.” If Adelinde and the kitchen staff couldn’t make it, what restaurant could? “And the area we are going to for this picnic is… rather secluded. So it would be best we make a public appearance beforehand.” That made more sense.

“I hope you don’t mind. You can still back out of this.” Diluc turned to look at you, hoping you didn’t back out of this now. He could get someone else but, he rather not have to go through the hassle.

You shook your head and smiled sweetly at him. “I already moved in so, there really is no point in backing out now Diluc.” You lifted your hand up and patted the top of his head, soon turning your head to look out the window as you two drove past beautiful scenery before entering the city.

Diluc sat there surprised. His cheeks felt a bit warm, and his hands started to grow clammy. What was he feeling exactly? Not something he could name that's for sure. This ride is going to be a quiet one, at least that's what Diluc felt.

__ Some time had passed and now you two are finally at the restaurant. 

“Hold my hand and try to stay close, we need to go grab the food together.” He set one hand on the car door handle, and the other was outstretched towards you. “Is that okay, Love?” 

You nodded in reply, grabbing his hand. You smiled, trying to fake confidence in an attempt to build what little bit of courage you had up.

And with that, you two stepped out of the car, hands held close to one another along with you standing close to him, shielding your eyes as many cameras flashed and many voices filled your ears. 

Diluc pushed passed a group of people, moving to wrap an arm around you to shield you from others. He kept his head up high, clearly on guard. As you two got to the entrance of the restaurant, he quickly turned to face the crowd, preparing to answer a few questions. 

“Yes, we are a couple. Yes, I will be taking them to the next event. I have known them for many years. No, we do not plan to get married yet. No, they don’t have kids. Yes, my late father knew them.” The questions came like rapid fire, and he answered each and every one of them with ease. You stood there stunned, eyes staying on him. Soon he waved off everyone and dragged you into the restaurant. “That was, overwhelming..” You sighed, still amazed by how well he did.

“You did well, thank you for putting up with that for me.” He whispered, making sure none of the restaurant staff heard. 

He walked up to the front desk, stating his name and the order number. Soon, the worker walked off and came back with a large bag of food, and handed it back to him. Diluc thanked them, paid, and left a hefty tip.

“Let’s go, the car pulled in through the back.” He hovered his hand over your lower back, trying his best not to touch you and to not make you uncomfortable. Diluc lead the two of you to the back door, handing off the bag of food to one of his staff, and ushered both of you into the car. Soon, you two were driven off to the picnic spot.

__

Driving out of the city and into a National park, Diluc made sure to get the driver to make as many unnecessary turns as possible in an attempt to lose the paparazzi. And he prayed they lost them.

“We are here.” He held out his hand once more, resembling the same position the two of you were in outside the restaurant. “In case more paparazzi are here, we need to keep this up. I hope you don’t mind Dear.” You put your hand in his and nodded, more than happy to hold his hand regardless of this deal. Wait, what-

“Thank you, love. This means a lot more to me than you know.” He opened the door and lead you out and into the open. 

Thankfully, there was no one around. And so, Diluc took your guy's food from the staff and ushered them away. He held the now basket into the woods with you, making sure to stay on the trail the entire time.

“I remember this place, I used to come here a lot as a kid.” You smiled at the fond memories this area held, all the birthday parties held here were uncountable. 

“Really? My family came here a lot as well.” Diluc related, soon straying a tad from the path to find an open field he remembered.

“Here we are.” Diluc stepped aside to show you the field, no doubt in his mind that you have not been here yet as you mentioned you have been in the area before.

It was a nice wildflower patch in the middle of a forest. The trees provided enough shade for you two to not burn up too much. And it looked like the wildlife, or forest keepers kept good care of the grass here, seeing as it was not too long or too short to sit in.

“Woah, how did I not know about this as a kid.” You smiled, letting go of Dilucs hand for a moment to wander into the grass. It was breathtaking, really. Though Diluc could not tell which one he found more breathtaking. The flower patch or your expression.

 “You haven’t been here?” He felt a sense of joy, knowing he was the first to bring you here. Perhaps this place will be one to hold many joyous memories of you two.

You nodded, turning back to look at him with a huge smile. “It’s wonderful Diluc!” You laughed, walking back over to him to grab his hands. “Let’s go set up and eat! Before the food gets cold!”

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A Hint of Wine and Love...

A Hint of Wine and Love

Diluc x GN! Reader

Contents : Modern AU, Fake dating AU, Fluff

Summary : Diluc asks you to pretend to be his spouse for an event, and you accept. He said that after this was over you may ask for whatever you want as payment. But do either of you want it to end?

Wc : 1.2k

Requested? No.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Ao3

Me and my friend kept talking about this so here it is! I will be posting another chapter for this at some point, and I do have a plan for this!

I hope you enjoy!

“I have a proposition for you.” He spoke, setting down a bottle of grape juice. “You pretend to be my spouse, and in return..” he paused for a moment, “We can discuss that at a later date. I'll give you time to think over what you would like in return.” 

You sat there, appalled. Watching Diluc pour two glasses of grape juice. You thought it over for a few moments. “Why…do you need this, exactly?” You questioned, accepting the glass being handed to you.

“It’s simple. There is an event that requires everyone to have a spouse. A weird requirement really. But I need to attend.” He sighed, taking a sip of his own juice. He leaned back onto the couch relaxing a little. “It’s best if we start this soon, so it seems more… real. Though you can take your time.” You nodded along, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees. You gave it some thought. He didn’t say what you couldn’t ask for in return, but there are no doubts that he would accept nearly anything to give to you for this. “Hmm, how soon is this event?”

“In a few weeks' time, hence why I am asking now.” He answered. 

It would make more sense to start this arrangement sooner rather than later, the media would go crazy over this. You exhaled steadily, and smiled at him, coming to your decision. “Let’s do it then! Let’s date!” You smiled, putting your hand out for him to shake and make it official. 

Diluc returned your smile and reached out his own hand. He firmly shook yours. His hand was warm and rough, with small callouses just above the palm. He pulled away and leaned back into the couch. “I’ll have Adelinde set up a room for you in the manor, couples do tend to live with each other after all.” Diluc took another sip of his juice.

“Wait- a room? Shouldn’t I go home and pack my stuff then?” You questioned. There was surely enough room for your items, and enough help too, but this was all so sudden! You didn’t know how to feel about a sudden move like that.

“You could if you like. Or…I can get Adelinde to send some of the staff to do it for you. It would be easier.” Could you really allow others into your home to pack your items? What if they found something you’d rather keep private? They wouldn’t speak about it anyways, right? It’s very normal to sleep with a stuffed animal anyways… Diluc sure would know.

__

At the end of the day, Diluc would not let you do it on your own. So now, here you stood in the middle of your one-bedroom apartment with him packing your clothing and other assortments of items into a box. “You have..” He paused, lifting a shirt up to his own view before folding it. “An interesting taste in clothes.” 

“Thank..you?” You replied in a questionable tone. It was just a t-shirt. Maybe it was because of its design on it? “Diluc, you really don’t need to help- I could have done this on my own you know.” He laughed, eyes closed for a second, a small smile on his face. “I merely want to help, Love.”

The pet name caught you off guard, so you stood there stunned. Your cheeks started to turn red so you shook your head and turned to face the other way, continuing with packing your stuff into boxes. “Where did that come from?” You question.

“Hm? Do you not like it?” He threw a question right back at you. How sly of him, to ignore your first question. Diluc wasn’t one for sweet pet names, so it was out of character for him. Or so you thought. It was a sweet name- but a bit surprising to say the least.

“It’s not that.” You reply, crouching down to reach stuff on the bottom of a shelf. “Just didn’t expect it.” You add on, putting a few small decorations into a box.

“Oh? Well, we should get used to this. We’ll need to keep up this facade for about two months.” Diluc closes up a box, taping it shut before picking it up and putting it with the rest of your taped-up boxes. “If it bothers you please tell me. I will refrain from using such names in private.” 

What a gentleman.

You shake your head. You enjoyed the idea of the facade starting in private, it gives you time to get used to Diluc acting as your boyfriend. “It’s okay. I’ll have to get used to it.” You laugh, tapping up the box you finished packing.

You stood up and wiped your forehead clean of sweat. “We’re done! All that’s left is the furniture…” You turned to look at all the furniture in your room and apartment. Sighing you pushed up your non-existent sleeves as if preparing to work more.

“No need, there is some at the manor for you.” How rich is this guy? To have a spare bedroom with furniture? Who in the world has that? Someone rich that's for sure. And you are now ‘dating’ a rich guy.

“But what about this stuff? I can’t just throw it out..” You pause to think for a moment. “I could sell it…”  That’s what to do. You sell all your old furniture, not thinking about how you would furnish your home once this arrangement is over. Maybe he can just buy you a whole new apartment and fully furnish it as payment for this?

__

After you had posted the ads, and people came by to pick said items up, the two of you left the now vacant apartment. But now you two were at the manor, tasked with unpacking. You hated moving.

“Diluc? Can we please take a break?” You called out, sounding near childlike with the whining. You were tired and wanted to just lay down in the soft bed he had provided you with. All Diluc did was laugh softly. He lifted up another box onto the bed and opened it. “You can take a break. I will keep working at it.” He started digging through the box, putting things, where he thought, would be best.

To that, you collapsed onto the bed where no boxes sat. You sighed happily and let your body relax and sink into the bed. “This bed is way too soft to be real.” You grabbed a corner of the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, too comfortable to move much more from that moment on.

“This was a guest room and I wanted my rooms to have the best.” Diluc grabbed the now empty box and flattened it, tossing it with the rest of the other ones. “And I’m done.” He said, moving to sit at the foot of the bed.

“Thank you Diluc, you were a huge help.” You thanked him, pushing yourself under the blankets for more comfort.

“You welcome, my dear.” He said, patting your head gently. He stood up, turning to the door. “We can talk more in the morning. Rest well.” Diluc then walked out of your new bedroom, making sure to turn the lights off.

As you lay in the dark, you think to yourself. Maybe this arrangement won’t be too terribly bad. Diluc seemed like a nice boyfriend, regardless if he was actually your boyfriend or not.

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Lunch After Class... (pt.3)

Lunch Before Class

Scaramouche x GN! Reader

Contents: Modern AU, Highschool/College AU, Fluff

Summary : Scaramouche practically invited himself over to your house. And you make dinner for him. It seems rather domestic.

Wc : 1.2k

Requested? Yes and no

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Ao3

People asked for a part three...though I had planned for a part three anyways 😭

I have nothing planned for a part four, but if you guys want another one I will deliver!

Also, i wrote this entire thing on my phone as apposed to my computer so. if there are any mistskes, im sorry! i dont proof read much of my work 😭

"So..Have you decided what to make for dinner?" Scaramouche asked, sitting at the kitchen table as you looked throughout the kitchen.

"Not yet. Got any ideas?" You kept opening and closing cabinets and the fridge, not noticing the dark haired male staring at you with a certain…look in his eyes.

"I told you earlier, it doesn't matter. Make what you want." He sighed. Scaramouche lifted his arm up to the table and leaned his head on his hand, keeping his eyes trained on you.

You huffed and gave it some thought. "How about some Yakisoba? Or spicy curry?" You pulled out a pan and a pot, prepping to make either meal.

"Yakisoba sounds nice." His family never had dinners together seeing as his mothers were always busy with work. He had to buy takeout often. It was nice to be able to have a home cooked meal.

"Great! I'll get to cooking then!" You clapped your hands together as you turned to him. Eyes closed and smile wide. He could get used to this.

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You set down the two plates of your guys' food. Sitting down you smiled over to your companion. "This smells really good. Let's eat!"

"Thank you.." He spoke softly, starting to dig into his food with a smile. He took several bites of his food. He seemed a bit different in the moment. Soft if anything.

"You like it?" You asked nervously, eating your own food. He has eaten your cooking before- but that did little to nothing to ease your anxieties.

To your relief, he nodded. Not saying a word Scaramouche kept eating his food, thinking to himself about how he wishes it was like this more often. Eating a home cooked meal with someone that is.

You smiled at that, continuing to eat your own in the comfortable silence.

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Scaramouche had offered to clean up. So now you were sitting at the table as he did the dishes you two dirtied. He was so adamant at doing this for you- mentioning it was all he could do to repay you for your cooking. It was out of character for him to do something of this sort. The reasoning for this was unknown to you.

Truth be told, Scaramouche wanted to prolong the time he spent with you that day. It seemed to him the only time you spent together was during lunch and the so-called 'date' you two had earlier. Was the date still going on?

"You're like a little house husband, cleaning up after we ate." You sat there in a similar position to what Scaramouche was sitting in earlier.

"A house husba- What are you talking about? I'm repaying you!" He stopped washing the plate he held. He turned to look at you with a surprised look. A house husband? Were you insinuating that you two would make a good couple? That was impossible!

"Yeah! You look like you enjoy cleaning!" You laugh out. You wouldn't admit it, but you do often see him and you as…you weren’t going to finish that thought.

"How absurd. Like I said, I am just repaying you." He huffed, and went back to cleaning the dishes. He stood there facing away, ears a soft red, and dishes being cleaned a lot slower. He kept to his own thoughts for a few moments, wondering why it is that he did want to come over for dinner. Why he didn't mind having this type of..nearly domestic relationship with you. Why did he got so flustered at the idea of going to Mcdonalds and skipping class as a date? It wasn't a real date anyways…was it?

"Keep saying that, my little house husband." You teased him. You could not get the idea of him being here more often than not out of your head! It was a silly idea, yes. But…you found yourself entertaining the idea. What exactly was this?

"..." Scaramouche didn't reply. He kept quiet, face becoming red as his ears were.

For the time after, it was quiet. And thus, time had passed. It seemed it was time for Scaramouche to leave.

"Scara, you want to watch a movie?" You asked, plopping yourself down on the couch. You didn't want him to leave yet, nor did he. Who was to speak up about it first though?

Scaramouche nodded, sitting down as well. He got more nervous as time went on, still being incredibly confused about his own feelings. Was he supposed to feel these emotions?

You scrolled through the movie options, debating what to put on. Then he spoke up- to suggest a movie. "How to Train Your Dragon?" He asked, pointing to one of the children's movies. Who were you to deny such a great movie? And so you put it on.

You leaned against the arm of the couch, throwing your legs over Scaramouches lap. You folded your arms under your head, positioned in a way you could still see the tv. "Hm, does this make it a movie date as well? Mcdonalds, the park, dinner, and now a movie. What an ideal date. Don't you think Scara?"

He didn't think about that. "Were you serious about the Mcdonalds date?" He thought too much about it, and had finally worked up the little courage he had to ask the question.

In return, you shrugged. You hadn't given it much thought before, having only stated it was a date to tease him. "If you wanted it to be. That would make this a date too." You looked at him, giving him a smile. You lifted yourself up, and closer to him.

You reached your hand out to him, and cupped his face. "So. Is this a date my little house husband?" You liked that nickname, it seemed to make him flustered.

He sat there, wide eyed and a tad flustered once more. He didn't know if he wanted this to he a date or not. "It doesn’t matter. You pick." He barely was able to say those words, being too embarrassed to speak. Did he want it to he a date?

"It's a date then." You say, twisting your body around so your legs are no longer on him and rather you're nearly sitting on him, though really it was just your thighs. "C'mere, people cuddle on movie dates." You state as if it was a fact.

Scaramouche could feel his heart race, face still as red. He felt stiff as he moved. He didn't know where to put his hands- arms or anything! Why would anyone want to be this close to another?

To this, you laugh. You pull him forward and on top of yourself. "Scara, you're cute when you're flustered." You wrap your arms around his head, forcing him to lean into your neck. Gently you hold him there, pressing a soft kiss onto his head.

"...Shut it." He whispered. He finally melted into your embrace. Scaramouche wrapped his arms around your torso, and smiled to himself. He wouldn't speak this out loud but he enjoyed it. The cuddling that is.

As the movie played in the background, you felt yourself get tired. Your eyes got heavy as you were close to falling asleep. In your sleep deprived state, you spoke. "You should..be my boyfriend Scara.."

He hummed in acknowledgement, and nodded back. His heart was still racing, he hoped you couldn't hear it. He doubted you could. "We can..talk in the morning." He did not want you forgetting that you asked him to officially date in the morning. He will never let you get over this.

He could feel his heart slow as he slowly fell asleep on top of you, in your arms.

Yeah. He could get used to this.