#◇ーsmau: abyssal love

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⋆⁺ [ 036 ] i thought idiots don't get sick

warning/s: reader is sick, just some fluff, semi-proofread, pls lmk if there's any | w/c: 1.6k words

ー EARLIER

Your head was pounding as you slowly opened your eyes. You groaned in pain, but it didn't stop you from standing up. Your entire body felt like someone had hit you with a truck while running on top of it.

You hurried to the door to open it; Scaramouche was waiting outside. The first thing you saw when your vision cleared was Scaramouche's face. He looked worried about you. That alone brought a smile to your face. It wasn't every day you is him looking worried; his default expression was always cocky or sarcastic.

"You look terrible," he commented bluntly as he took one look at you.

"Thanks. I know," you muttered sarcastically. You knew Scaramouche was only saying this because of how tired and exhausted you are.

Your voice was lowered by an octave, and you quickly cleared your throat afterward. Scaramouche noticed how hoarse your voice was. 

He furrowed his eyebrows; you weren't in such a bad state earlier. You looked extremely pale, and your hair looked messy. He mentally scolded himself for not being a better study buddy to you and letting you work yourself to an extent where you'll get sick. He sighed in frustration, angry not at you but himself. 

He made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were little supplies inside; he assumed that you had forgotten to buy groceries since it was exam week. He searched around to find something that would help ease yourself. 

What caught his eye, however, was the picture frame sitting on the shelf above. It showed you and your friends laughing together. A small smile formed on his lips. Seeing you happy made his heart flutter. The picture must have been taken during your trip to the arcade. 

He quickly went back to you, to the living room where you were sitting on the small but comfy sofa you and Hu Tao bought before moving in. You were reading a book while resting your head against a pillow.

Scaramouche handed you a mug which was filled with warm water as you scoot so he'll be able to sit beside you. "Don't you ever get tired of reading?.. Much less our Science textbook." 

You chuckled at his initial reaction and continued reading the chapter of the book you were at while ignoring his complaints about how you should be resting instead of studying. You watch him furrow his eyebrows and snatch the book out of your hand. You raised your eyebrow and tried seizing the book back from his hand, but you were out of energy.

"Midterms just finished. Why are you studying again? For the next exams? Archons, go get some rest, Y/N."

You frowned, you wanted to argue with him, but he had already left you alone with your thoughts. You sighed heavily and laid down. After a few minutes, Scaramouche came back with a brewing tea in his hand.

He gently tapped your shoulder and offered you the cup. You took it from his hands and took a sip from it. "Yuck. I don't like green tea."

You stifle a laugh as you hear Saramouche grunt in annoyance. "Drink up, or I'm leaving."

You shook your head playfully, wanting to get a reaction out of him. To your surprise, he didn't say anything else; instead, he took out his phone and started typing.

You then receive a notification; you narrow your eyes at him as you read the messages.

As you send a reply, you open your mouth to talk. "Do we really have to--" Your words were cut off as soon as you started coughing. This time, you couldn't stop the coughs; they wouldn't stop coming. Once the coughs subsided, you could barely breathe properly anymore.

"Tsk. Drink this up already, please? Also, these medicines."

"No," you responded weakly as you drank the warm water from the mug. The warmness of the drink made you calm. You felt relaxed, placing the mug back down at the table.

Scaramouche gave you a death stare. You knew he was going to continue his lecture. You took another sip from the mug, this time trying to avoid any further arguments from him.

"What do I need to do to make you drink the tea and medicine?" "

"Cuddles."

"What?.. Okay, fine."

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ー NOW

You two ended up trying to fit yourselves on the small couch you have in your dorm's living room. The couch wasn't big enough to hold the both of you, so you had to place yourself on top of Scaramouche. He was a little hesitant at first because it was new to him. You tried shifting back and forth to make yourself comfortable at the solace of each other's presence and physical touch. After a few minutes of being like this, he finally started to relax, slowly leaning his head against yours.

You didn't want to break this moment, but you had to make sure that he felt comfortable in the position you two were in. "Hey... is this fine?"

He hummed, "Yeah, but you have to make sure that you'll drink your medicine again later." 

It wasn't a question or a request; it was a statement, an order. Scaramouche wanted to make sure that you take good care of yourself, and you adored the fact that he truly cared for you at this very moment. You nodded, feeling grateful to him for taking care of you when you're sick. 

After what seemed like hours of silence between the both of you, you finally broke the silence. "Would you like to watch a movie?" 

Your voice was still hoarse, and it was hard to speak, but you don't mind doing so if it means that holding a conversation with Scaramouche means hearing his voice. You absolutely liked how his voice sounded; it felt like music to your ears. He would always catch your attention whenever he spoke; he spoke with such great power and authority, and it made you feel safe. 

You feel him shake his head as he stroke your hair gently, "No. Go get some rest, idiot." 

He flicked your forehead as he heard you chuckle in his response, "Go to sleep," he ordered. 

You rub the place where he had hurt you. "Ow..." you exclaimed with a pout as you faced him. 

Your arms playfully made their way to his neck as you snuggle your head on the crook of his neck. His hands found themselves on your waist and squeezed them lightly. He gave out a content sigh as he leaned more into your warmth. 

You couldn't help but think about how soft his skin felt against your own. It was the most comforting thing you've ever felt in your whole life, and this is the only time you've ever felt like this. You might always deny how much you like him, but you truly appreciate his presence. There were times in your life when all you wanted to do was to be alone forever, but then there were moments when you wished you were surrounded by his presence. And those moments were always. 

 "You're so clingy when sick. I hope you never get sick again."

You laughed hoarsely at his statement, "That's one way to say, 'Oh, Y/N, I hope you're always feeling well.'"

"Dream on, Y/N." What a way to say, 'Go to sleep.' You thought.

"But I don't want to sleep yet. I wanna tell you something."

"Okay," he said softly as he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, "What is it?"

"I love you." 

His heart stopped beating for a second, and his breath hitched as he looked down at you. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you saw his reaction and immediately pulled back from his embrace. 

"Oh! I'm sorry, that just slipped out. I shouldn't have said that!" You exclaimed, covering your mouth to prevent any noise from coming out. 

He quickly took hold of your hands and threw them to your sides harshly as he cupped your face. His lips found their way to yours in a harsh kiss as you were taken aback by his action. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face as he deepened the kiss. 

Suddenly, you heard your dorm room click open, making you jolt away from Scaramouche. The door revealed Hu Tao, with a shocked expression on her face, probably processing what she had just witnessed. She took glances at both of you back and forth as if asking what you two were doing. It took her a while to regain her composure; once she had, she quickly elicited a peal of devilish laughter.

"Ohohoho, I see. Sorry for storming in!"

Before she could turn away and meet up with your other friends to spill the tea to them, you quickly stood up from the sofa and ran to her side. You grabbed her wrist, panting, "Hu Tao... what... are you... doing here?"

Hu Tao laughed, "Oh, well, you see, I wanted to crash at yours to use Wi-Fi. But seeing as you are busy with... ma-- uhh, ehem, with Scaramouche... I'll just go!"

"No, wait! It's okay... you can stay." You reassured her, releasing her wrist. Hu Tao mouthed you thanks and narrowed her eyes to Scaramouche playfully.

You took a look at Scaramouche, who was fixing his stuff, and approached him as you sat back down on the couch. "Well... uh, sorry about that."

"Seeing as you can run that fast already, I guess you don't need me here anymore." You both chuckled at his statement.

You hear your phone dinging with notifications. Hu Tao was tweeting vaguely on Twitter about what she saw, and now, your friends are asking you to tell them what occurred. You quickly responded to their messages; afterward, you turned back to Scaramouche and offered to walk him to the door.

"Thank you for coming by, Scara. See you when I see you?"

"Yeah. See you."

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a/n: i was so bored then realized i have so much unused skz memes... so i decided to dump them on twinote lol. [ important ] starting from now, abyssal love smau will be updated every 4-5 days to give leeway for myself to make more chapters in advance since this smau will be ending anytime soon, and i don't want to miss any information that needs to be pondered. in addition to that, expect another written chapter in a week or so. thank you for your patience and sorry for changing my update schedule again !

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii @dollpoetwriting @yumixxn @plinkuro @w9vyy @lacy-lady @hanniejji @fluffimemes @ifelloutofbed @lunaflvms

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⋆⁺ [ 041 ] redemption – forgiveness & love

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a/n: DEAR ARCHONS, I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THIS. i hope that everyone has a good relationship with their parents; if not, i hope that you'll be able to fix it soon. let this be a reminder to you that there's someone around you who truly care for you, love you and will help you. do not be afraid to open up to them especially if they're a trusted friend of yours. fix your relationship with others before it gets worse; let go of that pride, it will be worth it – if they are not willing to apologize first, be the bigger person. of course, if you know that you did something wrong, be sure to apologize immediately. if you think they don't deserve your love and forgiveness, then its completely up to you since it's your decision and i respect you for that. i love you all!!!!!! see you in four days! last two chapters before the epilogue 🥺🥲❤

P.S. y'all better apologize for doubting kazuha HAHAHA /lh i genuinely didn't know that yall would even doubt kazuha, who's role is to be y/n's precious, adorable brother cousin ksjfbwkdhsi

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @mxrossweisse @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii @dollpoetwriting @yumixxn @plinkuro @w9vyy @lacy-lady @hanniejji @fluffimemes @ifelloutofbed @lunaflvms @aeulia @fluffloversmutavoider @aeriether @rizakari @c0nn0rv8 @llghtsnoww @moonxma @fiorische-san @whats-humanity-lol @twistedrxses @saltishima-rex @veralioz @scarakitty

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⋆⁺ [ 044 ] EPILOGUE deja vu

this chapter is set a few years after chapter 43. author's note is under the cut! thank you so much for reading and supporting abyssal love!

and made a typo. who's should be whose!

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— BONUS rough drafts : abyssal love drafts and notes

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

AUTHOR'S NOTE and that's a wrap! i guess..? JAVDIWHSI i will be posting some bonus chapter soon once i finish writing them, so don't worry, you'll still see more of scarayn!! (do send an ask/message if you want to be removed from the taglist since i'm going to use the same taglist for the bonus chapters). ANYWAYS, first and foremost, i'd like to thank everyone who supported and read abyssal love until the very end! i can't express my gratitude through words alone to all of you. i am extremely grateful for each notes, replies, reblogs and follows that you left whilst reading this smau. it wasn't the best but i hope the ending satisfied you. thank you for being with me throughout scarayn's journey. it was a wild ride. i will definitely miss writing, posting, replying to your asks and comments to abyssal love. to think that i didn't even planned this properly... very funny, indeed. thank you <33

see you on my next smau! you can have a sneak peek on them here ❤ thank you and farewell. see you again soon, travellers!

calxide, signing off. charot

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⋆⁺ [ 042 ] scarabitch! (affectionate)

warning/s: mentions of food, kaeya asks abt your sex life or whatev, kazuha being salty an overprotective brother as he is (yes this needs a warning /hj), if u hate aether x kazuha sorry ig, pls lmk if there's any more

w/c: 0.8k words

Kazuha impatiently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while driving the three of you to the L/N manor. He was alone in the car's front seat; you had refused to sit on the shotgun seat, for you wanted to sit with Scaramouche. The solemn music playing on the car stereo contrasts with what was happening in the passenger's seat.

Kazuha could clearly hear you two lovebirds flirting from behind. Despite having friends who got into a relationship, he had never felt so single in his entire life. Clearly, the Archons are playing a foul prank on him.

Sighing for the nth time of the day, he decided to keep driving to the manor instead of complaining to the two of you to turn your volumes down.

Once they had reached the gates of L/N's lavish mansion, Kazuha unbuckled his seatbelt. "You two annoying lovebirds, get down. We're here."

Multiple guards and maids welcomed you, and you greeted them back.

As soon as you reached the entrance, you felt the tension building up, and your blood rushed throughout your veins. Your hands won't stop shaking due to the immense fear that you are feeling. Scaramouche noticed this. He took your hands in his to calm you, and it worked.

The big extravagant doors were opened, and more maids welcomed your comeback. "Welcome to the L/N manor."

You and Kazuha took a glance at each other and nodded. You stepped inside the mansion and were met with luxurious paintings, vases, furniture, and much more. You certainly did not miss any of these. Alright, maybe a little, but this house was filled more with sad than happy memories.

"Y/N. Kazuha." You heard a voice. It was from your mother.

Scaramouche let go of your hand and slightly pushed you to go to your mother. Your mother had her arms opened to hug you; she signaled Kazuha to join in.

"My children... I'm glad to have you both back here." She stroked your hair and Kazuha's. You leaned into the warmth of your mother, missing these moments you've always been waiting for since then.

"I miss you too, mom."

Scaramouche stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he wouldn't want to interrupt your family reunion.

You and Kazuha let go of the long embrace that welcomed you to the estate. Now, it was Scaramouche's turn to be noticed by your mother.

"I see that you've brought your friend along," your mother started. "My apologies for our first meeting wasn't that pleasant. I'd like to express my utmost gratefulness for looking after my daughter."

Scaramouche was taken aback, out of words, one might say. "I... It was nothing, Missus L/N."

"No need to be so formal now." Your mother gave you three a smile and led you to the dining area.

There was a large and long dining table in the middle, with lavish plates and glasses, were placed on the table, and a big chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. You undoubtedly were from a wealthy family.

"Y/N, my child. And Kazuha is here too, I see!" You turned around to see the owner of the voice, your father.

"Father!" You rushed to his side and tackled him into a hug. Your father hugged you back tightly. Kazuha followed suit, and you felt your father raise his hand to ruffle his hair.

You haven't seen your father for years now; you missed him dearly. Every time you and your mother would have a fight, he'd be the mediator between you two. Your father was always proud of you, no matter what.

"You two have grown so fast... I still remember how you two would always come home covered with mud and bruises. And that time when Y/N said she'd marry Ayaka one day. Haha!" Your father rambled.

You felt the heat rushing to your cheeks. You playfully hit your father's arm. "Papa! You're saying too much again," you said with a pout.

Kazuha chuckled, "Ah, yes, uncle. I still remember that. How unfortunate for Y/N, Ayaka got a girlfriend before she confessed." Kazuha let out a small yelp as you flicked his ear harshly. That hurts, you idiot! He mouthed.

"That young lady has someone now, huh? Well, your mother told me that Y/N has found someone else."

Kazuha cleared his throat, "That's certainly true, uncle. He actually came here with us."

Kazuha grabbed Scaramouche harshly and pushed him to face your father. "Scaramouche is his name. He's also a great friend of mine. And he'll treat your daughter well," Kazuha said with a small smile, emphasizing the word great.

Why was he playing matchmaker? Oh well, guess you'll have to thank your cousin for this later. Your father smiled when he heard that Scaramouche was Kazuha's friend. You might have or have not forgotten how close Kazuha and your father were.

Your father entrusted your safety to your cousin, whom he had treated as his own child, when he left for your business to the neighboring countries. Of course, Kazuha would use this to his advantage. Not that he lied, though.

"Now, now, why don't we continue this while we eat dinner?" Your mother suggested, to which you all agreed.

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a/n: don't come after me for adding aether x kazuha, you'll know why at and after the epilogue HAHAHA ... well, that was one lenghty chapter that i wrote at 10 at the evening.. my eyes hurt bye <3 oh and next chapter will be written, too, i'm so sorry so i might give yall fluff or what idk 🤪 (yes, i did accidentally post this yesterday KABDOSBDIWBSI)

P.S. HI ANON WHO SENT THIS ASK BEFORE !!!! it truly is chaotic HAHAHAHAHA (sorry it took long LOL)

!¡ please refer to the masterlist if you'd like to know what time the last two chapters would be released. thank you!

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @mxrossweisse @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii @dollpoetwriting @yumixxn @plinkuro @w9vyy @lacy-lady @hanniejji @fluffimemes @ifelloutofbed @lunaflvms @aeulia @fluffloversmutavoider @aeriether @rizakari @c0nn0rv8 @llghtsnoww @moonxma @fiorische-san @whats-humanity-lol @twistedrxses @saltishima-rex @veralioz @scarakitty @rinneamagisluv

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⋆⁺ [ 039 ] you are so random

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a/n: just a follow up from the last update! next ud will have a written part but its only 400+ words <3

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii @dollpoetwriting @yumixxn @plinkuro @w9vyy @lacy-lady @hanniejji @fluffimemes @ifelloutofbed @lunaflvms @aeulia @fluffloversmutavoider @aeriether @rizakari @c0nn0rv8 @llghtsnoww @moonxma @fiorische-san @whats-humanity-lol

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⋆⁺ [ 043 ] deeper than the abyss

warning/s: drinking, mentions of someone making out, fluff fluff fluff, kiss, apologies if you hate ThomaTo & AyaMiya, lmk if there's more

w/c: 2.1k words + sns

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Childe's house was big— scratch calling it a house, it's a mansion. You wondered if his house is just a few streets away from Teyvat University, why bother living in a school dorm? But you did not let yourself linger in that thought any longer.

You entered; flashing lights crossed your eyes, making you wince at the dreadful scene that welcomed you. You undoubtedly did not expect the party to be wilder than expected. But of course, you should've anticipated this after Childe had informed you all about the change of location and that he would be throwing a party for the whole school, not just your circles. You assumed Scaramouche disagreed with throwing a small party at their dorm, thus, leading to this big, chaotic party.

People were shouting, and you could hear indistinctive chatters here and there. Red cups were scattered around; most people were either drinking or dancing on the dance floor; rave music echoed through your ears — it was deafening. And that's when you realize that this was your first college party. You had turned down every offer that anyone invited you for the sake of studying.

In a corner, you heard a voice that sounded familiar yet different, for the owner of the voice seemed extremely drunk.

"Aetherrrr, I'm so sorry," you could hear him whimper. He was slurring each and every word he said; he's drunk, that's for sure.

"What?! Get off me, Kazuha," Aether responded as he rolled his eyes at the boy who was clinging to him. Aether was trying his very best to get Kazuha's hands off him.

"But I thought you wuv me…"

You shook your head and decided not to listen to their conversation any longer. You still don't know what's up with the two best friends – its best not to inquire about it right now.

You continue strolling around the area, mouthing sorry and excuse me every now and then when you accidentally bump into someone. The whole place was packed with sweaty, drunk individuals — luckily, no one had offered you a drink yet or asked you to dance with them on the dancefloor because you were sure that you'll look like a fish on land while dancing.

"Ayaka! Yoimiya! There you are. Where's Ayato?" You've heard yet another familiar voice — one that belonged to a certain blond-haired man.

"Nii-sama went to get more drinks. Patience, Thoma," Ayaka answered as she elicited a soft giggle.

You heard Ayaka's girlfriend, Yoimiya, laugh alongside her, "You should've gone with him instead of staying here to guard our belongings. I'm sure you'd like to give him a ki— Hey, that hurts!"

"Yoimiya! Do you ever shut up?" Yoimiya and Ayaka only laughed at Thoma's dismay. Their lovely interaction made your heart swell; they reminded you of your friends a lot.

You sighed; you weren't much of a party person, but when Childe had to plead with you earlier because he wanted to celebrate, you had no choice but to say yes to your good friend.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called your name caught your attention amidst the loud noise.

"Venti. Drunk already?" You teased your friend, who seemed to be intoxicated already. He was clinging dearly to his boyfriend, Xiao, who gave you a quick nod to acknowledge your presence — to which you nodded back.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Venti whined. "It's not a college party if you don't get drunk! Besides, Childe bought a lot of alcohol for this," he giggled as he struggled to speak through the hiccups.

He opened the alcohol bottle —that you have no idea where it came from— in his hand swiftly. Grabbing a red cup on the corner, he filled it and handed it to you. "Here~"

You raised an eyebrow at him but took the cup nonetheless. "Well~ It's completely up to you if you want to drink or not!"

Venti leaned closer, still holding onto Xiao for support, "But let me tell you this, things get more interesting when you're intoxicated. Especially once Scaramouche arrives." He lightly giggled and gestured for Xiao to accompany him somewhere else as soon as he finished saying that to you.

Things get more interesting when drunk, he says? You needed some thrill — therefore, you gathered all your courage and took a deep breath before drinking the alcohol. You felt a burn in your throat as soon as you gulp the liquor down, immediately regretting your decision. It wasn't your first time drinking, but you were sure that your alcohol tolerance wasn't that great.

You grunted as you went to the nearest stool and made yourself comfortable there. You wonder whether your other friends are having fun at the party or are yet to arrive. You decided not to look for your other friends as this party is absolutely packed.

You took out your phone to ask your friends whether or not they already were at the party — to which you didn't really expect a response if they were already here. Surprisingly, Xingqiu responded that he was on his way with Chongyun, while Hu Tao said that she's been here in a while already with his girlfriend, Yanfei.

Knowing Kaeya, he's probably out there flirting with every person he sees since Albedo isn't going as he is not a party person. As for Mona, you weren't entirely sure — either she's using her skills in hydromancy to earn some mora or getting wasted to enjoy this party. You were confident that it wasn't the former because you know how much respect she has for the crafts she harnessed.

You quickly put your phone back, only to take it out again when it started buzzing.

my idiot 💜: i'm here

my idiot 💜: where are you?

my idiot 💜: i'm on the balcony on the second floor

You wondered why he was on the balcony; you shook your head. He probably wanted some fresh air away from the chaotic atmosphere.

You hissed as your head ached when you stood up. Nonetheless, you forced yourself to walk upstairs. Goddamit, you cursed under your breath. Why did he have to be on the second floor? You think you'd pass out the second you take a single step on the stairs.

Luckily, you made it to the second floor safely. But unfortunately, there were too many rooms. Why the fuck did Childe's house need to have so many rooms, and for what? You grunted, totally agitated with the situation you're in. And you curse Scaramouche for not specifying which room he exactly is in.

You took a wild guess and opened the first door on the right. And oh holy fucking hell was that sight that almost washed the inebriation from your body. Your body froze; you don't know why.

"S-Sorry," you mumbled and closed the door immediately. That was so hella awkward, you thought. Barging into a couple doing... something? Really? You groaned, wanting to get your eyes washed with Holy water at this very moment. Fate was toying with you today.

You walked around with a pout on your face. Contemplating whether you should take any more risks and open each and every door in this damn big mansion.

You hissed as you felt that you had bumped into someone.

"Woah, slow down there, Y/N. You okay?" You looked up only to see the owner of this house you oh so hated.

"Oh, fuck you, Childe. No, I am not okay. Your house is so damn massive that I even barged into someone doing... something! Ugh, why do you need to have so many rooms?" Your words slurred a little, but you didn't care.

Childe was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst, but he only laughed at your drunken state. "Ah! So you are an aggressive type of drunk— Ouch! Hey! Don't hit me," he winced.

"Fuck you, really."

"Aw, fuck you too, princess— Ow, I'm just kidding, sorry!" To his dismay, you kept hitting him with your purse.

"Geez, calm down, will you? Your lover dear is in the third room on the left. At the left, you hear me?" You nodded at his words and muttered a small thanks.

"I hope she's still sensible enough to understand what I said," you heard Childe mumble to himself, to which you snicker.

You followed what he said. Standing in front of the third room on the left, you held onto the doorknob. As soon as you opened the door, you saw a familiar silhouette.

Scaramouche was standing behind the curtain—he was on the balcony like he said. You made your way beside him, and you made sure to hit him with your purse, like you did with Childe.

"I— what the hell was that for?" Scaramouche grunted.

You said nothing; instead, you hugged him tightly. "You're a fucking idiot. There were so many rooms, I wouldn't have gotten to you if it wasn't for Childe."

You heard him chuckle, "It wouldn't be fun if there wasn't a thrill, right?"

You scoffed, leaning onto his chest, letting his scent engulf you.

"You're stupid," you mocked.

"And you are too. Quite a powerful couple, we are, aren't we?" He teased back, making you laugh. "Scaramouche, you are so ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"Sure."

The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the cold but comforting breeze that brushed through your skin. You looked up to Scaramouche, the moonlight lighting up his porcelain skin and making his indigo eyes shine—you noticed the bold red eyeliner above his eyes.

You parted his bangs and brushed your hand in his face. "Hm?" He hummed as if asking you if you needed something.

"Did you always have that red eyeliner?" You asked innocently, still in his arms.

He smirked, "Why? You like it?"

You narrowed your eyes with his cockiness. "No."

He laughed at your simple response; he knew you liked it. He leaned in, making your forehead touch, noses brushing. "I know you like it. I know you love me."

His breath fanned your skin, making blood rush to your cheeks. He was about to step back when you grabbed him harshly, smashing your lips into his. He was taken aback by the bold action that you have made but responded quickly.

He let go to catch his breath, "Needy brat—"

You didn't let him speak another word, once again pressing your lips together—although you did it gentler this time.

"Y/N, I—" and another kiss from you shut him up for the second time.

He muffled between your kisses, trying to satisfy your hunger for his touch. But your kiss didn't last long as he felt tears in his hands. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, making him panic.

"Hey, Y/N. You okay, babe?"

You snuggled your head on the crook of his neck and mumbled, "I love you."

Scaramouche was baffled over the fact that you were crying because you love him. "Yeah, so? Why are you crying?"

He made him look up to you, and cupped your cheeks. He planted a kiss on your nose, "I love you too."

You sniffed, "I love you so much you don't understand."

Scaramouche chuckled, "You're drunk, hm?"

"I love you a lot. I love you deeply. It's like the abyss." Scaramouche hummed, signaling you to continue.

"What a rollercoaster ride we had, I thought. Yet, even with all the obstacles that we have encountered, my love for you never faltered," you said softly. His gaze also turned softer every second passed.

"At first, I thought love was such a stupid concept. But I met you, liked you, fell in love with you." He hummed once again as his eyes bore into you longer. "You were there for me, cared for me, loved me."

"So, I wondered, what should we call this stupid game of love?" You held his right hand that was still on your cheek.

He smiled at your words, quite uncharacteristic of him, one might think — but to you, it always gave you a sense of comfort and love. Scaramouche listened intently to you, and now was his turn to speak, "And you did the same. So, if our love was deep like the abyss, why don't we call it... Abyssal Love?"

"Abyssal Love... I like it," you smiled sheepishly to him—a smile he swore to protect forever.

"I'm glad you do." He planted a kiss on your forehead and continued, "Never thought I'd hear a drunk person say such a thing; you're really a clever one, aren't you?" He teased.

You snorted, "You know what, I'm taking those back. I hate you."

"Oh, sure you do, darling. The more you hate, the more you love."

With one last peck on the lips, he held your hand. "But for now, let's go home, shall we?"

Multiple words were exchanged with the glances you shared at that moment. And you were sure of one thing— your love for each other is as deep as the abyss—one might say that it is even deeper than that.

This time, I finally managed to catch you. We both fell in love with each other, truly, and deeply. My love for you is deeper than the abyss. And I'd love to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.

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a/n: crying bleeding losing ! i honestly dk what to say rn but yes stream _world by svt ig epilogue should be released around 3 hours after this chapter's release. see you there!

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 035 ] a pouty love interest and a clingy best friend

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a/n: i realized i should've queued this instead since i ended up forgetting to post this... i need to stop making filler chapters but i can't bc it s cute

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 033 ] exam season is almost here

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⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii

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⋆⁺ [ 037 ] i love you more, you idiot

made a mistake: it should be "you're stupid" sorry youryoure 🤪🤪

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a/n: i just realized i could literally end this here BUT that's no fun (bc scara wants to go to fatui high, remember? and we're gonna make that happen). less than 10 chapters to go :) I THINK

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes @thenightsflower @deimmortales99 @senjuchii @dollpoetwriting @yumixxn @plinkuro @w9vyy @lacy-lady @hanniejji @fluffimemes @ifelloutofbed @lunaflvms @aeulia @fluffloversmutavoider @aeriether @rizakari

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⋆⁺ [ 022 ] a bad saturday

warning/s: toxic relationship with parents, not proofread | w/c: 1.3k

“Where are you going?” Childe glanced at Scaramouche, who was hurrying as he grabbed Childe‘s car keys.

“Hey! Where are you taking my car?” Scaramouche snickered at his friend‘s reaction. “Somewhere.” He heard Childe sigh in defeat as the latter continued watching the television.

Scaramouche drove quickly but safely to the location that Y/N sent him. He wasn‘t sure what the girl was doing at a children‘s park. Based on her recent messages, she had many typos that were too much; it wasn‘t typical for her to have numerous typos. What if something bad happened to her? Is she crying again? Did she and her parents fight? Scaramouche groaned at the flow of negative thoughts running through his mind.

When he got off the expensive car that Childe owned, he rushed to the swing where he took sight of Y/N. Her shoulders were going up and down, indicating that she was crying. She was quietly sitting on the swing while swaying her feet in the motion.

“Y/N,” Scaramouche called out, softer than he had expected it to be. He was facing Y/N‘s back, assuming she probably wouldn‘t want him to see her in such a state.

Y/N quickly wiped her tears, “Hey,” she greeted back, voice hoarse due to her crying recently. “I‘m sorry.”

Scaramouche frowned once he sensed that she would start crying any time soon. The metals creaked once he sat at the other swing next to hers. Just like that time, he lends her his handkerchief. Y/N quietly took his handkerchief and mumbled, ‘Thanks.‘

A deep silence ensued; neither dared to talk. Scaramouche knew that what Y/N needed right now was time and space to clear her mind; peace of mind. At the same time, he wanted to know what caused her to cry this badly.

He opened his mouth, but Y/N beat him to it. “I‘m sorry I had you wait for nothing.” Scaramouche sighed and shook his head; Y/N took this chance to talk once more, “To think you‘re the one who‘d see me in this state... and here I thought it‘d be Hu Tao who‘d be the one to be there to comfort me,” she chuckled softly.

Suddenly, Y/N‘s phone rang. She looked at the caller‘s ID only to grunt in annoyance. Her mother was flooding her with messages and calls; it was clear that she had angered her mother. Even so, she didn‘t want to answer her calls.

“...Did you fight with your mother again?” Y/N nodded at his question. “You know you can tell me, but it‘s fine if you don‘t want.”

Y/N‘s lips quivered, “I don‘t know what to do anymore, Scaramouche.” She covered her face with her hands as she sobbed, “I don‘t understand. Is what they‘re doing what‘s good for me? I once thought that following their orders and acting as a good daughter would suffice for them. I did what they wanted me to do. I did my best in school, participated in co-curricular activities, and decided to take control of the company once I‘m older.”

“I‘ve sacrificed my everything for their plans for me. Now, I had enough of them controlling my life. I just want to be me; I want to be someone I want to be. But I know I can‘t and will never be,” she heaved a heavy sigh as soon as she finished her long explanation. “Sorry for ranting.”

Scaramouche pursed his lips, not knowing what exactly to say. He stood up from the swing and lent his hand to her, “Come on, it‘s getting late.”

A small smile formed on Y/N‘s lips; she took Scaramouche‘s hand. Unexpectedly, a familiar voice called out, “Y/N! There you are, young lady!”

Y/N was frightened by the turn of events; what was her mother doing here? How did she find her? Her grip on Scaramouche‘s hand tightened. He knew that she was scared. As a response, Scaramouche squeezed her hand to let her know that he was there for her.

“Mother.” Her mother was fuming. She furiously grabbed Y/N‘s shoulder, “We were so worried about you. How dare you ran away like that?” Were you really worried about me?

“Who might this young man be?” Her mother gasped, “He‘s not your lover, is he? Ah, I see. Being rebellious now, are you? Is this why you‘re grades are not at their best?”

Y/N shook her head, her heartbeat beating rapidly, “No, mother. You misunderstand.”

Her mother‘s hold on her shoulder tightened, making her whine in pain. Scaramouche noticed this; he pulled Y/N away from her mother and motioned her to get behind him. “Miss L/N, I‘m afraid this is enough.”

“How dare you speak like that to me?” Her mother smiled at Y/N, “Sweet Y/N, come to mother.”

“Mother, I am not a child anymore–” Her mother‘s hand stopped halfway before reaching her face. Scaramouche aggressively seized her hand, “And you call yourself her mother? Don‘t you see how much she‘s hurting from the inside?” Y/N looked at him in awe, fear, and shock. He was scared of whatever her mother might do to him.

“How dare you? She‘s my daughter. Of course, I know her well!” Scaramouche chuckled sarcastically at her words, “What do you know about your daughter? As she said, she‘s not a child anymore. Forgive my words, ma‘am. But I‘m afraid that you don‘t know your daughter well as you said.”

“Let‘s go,” Scaramouche led them to Childe‘s car, completely ignoring Y/N‘s mother‘s shouts. “Don‘t you dare come running to your mother‘s arm once he breaks your heart, Y/N!” Scaramouche snickered at what they heard and closed the car‘s door. We‘re not even together, he thought.

Scaramouche fastened his seatbelts and started the engine. The atmosphere inside the car was far better than the one where they had to deal with Y/N‘s mother‘s presence.

He sighed, “Have you eaten dinner yet?” Y/N shook her head. “We‘ll eat dinner first and talk.”

He droved the car to the nearest restaurant. Wanmin Restaurant. He opened the door and gestured for Y/N to get out, but she did not want to. “Nevermind, I‘m not hungry.” Contrary to what she said, her stomach growled loudly. Scaramouche sighed, “Yeah, whatever. Now, get out of the car.” Y/N puffed her cheeks in defeat and got out of the car.

Now that there is better lighting, Scaramouche witnessed Y/N‘s ethereal beauty. She was wearing a black dress that was until her knee. Her make-up has been messed up, but that doesn‘t mean that her natural beauty doesn‘t shine anymore. Her eyes were a bit swollen due to crying.

“Is there something on my face?” Scaramouche cleared his throat and mumbled a ‘No.‘

They went inside the restaurant and heard a familiar voice, “Welcome– Y/N?” Xiangling approached them and quickly got a hold of Y/N‘s hands, “Y/N! What happened?”

“Oh, hey, Xiangling. I‘ll tell you later at the group chat. For now, we‘ll eat dinner first.” Xiangling nodded at her reply and took her notepad as she asked for their orders. “All right! I‘ll be back in a bit, you two.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah, I‘ll tell you too. Later.” Scaramouche sighed, “Let‘s continue our work on Monday. For now, have some rest.” Y/N nodded as she drank the water that Xiangling brought for her.

They ate and finished dinner fast and quietly. Scaramouche drove her to Teyvat University‘s female dorms. Before getting off the car, Y/N spoke, “My mother‘s going to transfer me to another school if I don‘t do well. So, let‘s still meet up tomorrow.”

Scaramouche‘s ears perked up at the mention of transferring to another school, “Which school are you transferring to?”

“Fatui High.” His eyes widened in shock at the mention of the school. It took him a few seconds before he recovered from the shock.

“Hello? Teyvat to Scaramouche? As I was saying, thank you for bringing me back home. I wouldn‘t know what to do if you weren‘t there. See you tomorrow.” Y/N smiled at him before closing the car‘s door.

Mona was right. Y/N might be his key to stepping into Fatui High. And he‘s not going to let this opportunity slip.

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a/n: ik i just made y/n cried last chapter but bear with it for now. and... 🍵👀

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 038 ] kiss me when you're sober, darling

warning/s: drinking alcohol, not proofread (i just let Grammarly do its magic lol) pls lmk if there's any more | w/c: 1.7k words

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After signing a ton of papers for the company partnerships, you finally got up from your seat and went out of the room you were in. Kazuha fixed the documents for you, seeing how tired you looked, and followed suit after you. He shoots you a smile before giving you a quick side hug as if saying congratulations. After all, this was your first time doing such a thing by yourself without your mother's help or your mother on your side. Thus, this should be considered an achievement for you and Kazuha.

You thanked Kazuha multiple times before and after though he had told you to shrug it off, and it was his duty to accompany you anyway. Nonetheless, you were grateful that he was always by your side. Although you two are not real siblings, being cousins made you extremely close to each other; because of all the events that have happened in the past, you started treating each other like real siblings. He was a good big brother to you, as you were a kind little sister to him. You both cherished each other; if ever there's a time one of you feels down, the other will do their best to act as a supporting pillar.

"See? I told you you can do it."

You scoffed at Kazuha's statement. You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to take any compliments he gave. "Yeah, because I'm pretty sure Childe has pulled some strings for us."

Kazuha nudged you at your shoulder. He just wanted you to accept your achievements and be proud of what you accomplished. But he knew he couldn't convince you either way; sometimes, he'll ask you if you ever take any compliments, but you'd always laugh it off.

You two continued your way to the location where the party was being held. It started half an hour ago; while you were still inside the room, signing papers for your company. The venue was already packed to the brim with guests and even more.

People were dancing, drinking, laughing, and singing along to the songs being played. All in all, people seemed rather relaxed, enjoying themselves. This was a business party but… it seemed livelier. You supposed that Childe must have had invited friends that he has that were heirs from other companies who brought their friends along with them.

You were greeted by Xingqiu, who had a big smile on his face, whom you assumed had consumed a huge amount of alcoholic beverages already, by the way he talked and how his face was crimson.

"Oh, Y/N! You're finally here," he clings to your arm like a little kid and drags you to the buffet area. You signaled Kazuha to follow you to where Xingqiu might bring you. You'd not want to fall to one of his pranks at such a big party.

Once settling down to your table with a dinner plate in your hands, Childe greeted you. "Y/N! You did great during the meeting."

You smiled, "I couldn't have done it without the help of all of you." Indeed, Xingqiu has been a big help to you.

"Well, we're here to support you," Xingqiu replied as he took his first bite into his meal. You chuckled, knowing that he wasn't eating the actual food he had put inside his mouth. Seeing as he could barely swallow anything right now because of the strong alcohol he had been drinking since earlier, you supposed that he would pass out soon.

Suddenly, someone had placed their hand on your shoulder. You turned your head back and saw Ayaka with a huge smile on her face.

"Congratulations! I've heard from my brother about your achievement," she said with a huge smile on her face as she gave you a hug and settled down beside you. She greeted the three boys, and they greeted her back.

Her older brother, Ayato, was also in the meeting earlier, although he left much earlier than you after signing the documents that he had to sign. Having known Ayaka for years, it was actually the first time you had seen his brother up close and for such a long time. Normally, you would only see him greet you and Ayaka, and that's it. Additionally, he's always busy with school work.

"Thank you, Ayaka. It's nice to see you here."

The five of you continued to eat your dinner while having small chats. You were glad that Ayaka had finally relaxed in the presence of the other three. She managed to hold and join in with the conversations.

As soon as you all finished eating, Childe handed everyone a glass filled with an alcoholic beverage. You gave Ayaka a look as if asking if she would be drinking along. She only chuckled and took the glass into her hand, and you did the same.

"For the success of everyone's company, and of course, our friendships," Childe started.

"Cheers!" The five of you raised your glasses. Everyone clinked the glasses together. You took a small sip from the glass while Xingqiu drank everything in one go.

"It tastes so sweet, but not too bitter," Xingqiu commented. Ayaka laughed as she nodded in agreement.

"Not enough." He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into his glass and yours.

You raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "Come on, Y/N. You gotta drink more." Xingqiu giggled, giving you a sign that he was terribly drunk.

"Oh, please, Xingqiu. Fine, just one." You downed the glass in one go and immediately regretted what you'd just done. The moment it went down you felt something in your stomach trying to jump out. The sensation was intense, but it disappeared soon. You took another deep breath and shook your head, signaling you were fine. You didn't bother drinking anything else.

"Weak." You smacked both Kazuha and Xingqiu's heads when you heard them say that.

"Whatever. I'm going to go get some fresh air." You heard Kazuha warned you to stay safe or else he'll steal your money as soon as you turned your back on them. You shoot him a middle finger as a response to his statement; you hear them laugh in response.

You made your way to the balcony outside the building and found no one outside. Most probably because they were either inside having fun or drinking. The night sky was breathtaking, with stars and moon peeking through the clouds that floated across the blue sky. The wind blew softly against your face. For a minute, you leaned against the railing and enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze caressing your cheeks. The view, especially the beautiful starry night scenery, made you feel calm.

Your thoughts drifted away from the present as you let your mind wander off to wherever it pleased. You sighed. It was indeed relaxing to just relax and not do a single thing but enjoy the peacefulness and quiet you felt. You closed your eyes. If there were any troubles to worry about, then they'd probably be the problems that came out of your mouth every once in a while.

A voice called you out of your trance. "Hey, are you alright?" You quickly looked over your shoulder to find Kazuha standing beside you, looking concerned. He gave you a worried look. You nodded your head, telling him that you were alright. Then, you smiled at him in assurance. He returned a genuine smile.

"I'll leave you alone for peace of mind, then." He patted your shoulder lightly before disappearing behind a corner of the balcony, walking back into the direction of the banquet room where your friends are located.

You appreciated how he wanted to give you space at the moment, but you knew that you needed someone to tell them about your problems. You sighed; you knew it wasn't his fault for doing so. After all, you always shut him out in the past whenever you have problems. Claiming that you want time and space whenever you feel down after having stupid fights with your mother.

A voice called out your name softly. You turned around to see a familiar face.

"Hey… Scara," you greeted back with a smile on your face.

Scaramouche was wearing a black coat and a pair of white trousers, with a simple button-up shirt underneath that looked as if it was tailored specifically for him. He approached you and leaned on the railings, copying what you were doing.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

He scoffed jokingly as he turned his gaze to you, "I'm here to congratulate you. Dumbass, of course, Childe invited me beforehand."

You laughed. It felt good to laugh after all this stressful week that you've been enduring. You were happy with yourself. Even though things haven't really gone well at work lately, things are getting better. You were able to pull through with it somehow. You were thankful for your friends. They kept you sane throughout the times when you weren't.

"The view here sure is nice. They picked the right venue," you commented, to which Scaramouche nodded.

He noticed your words slurred a little and how your eyes seemed unfocused. Were you drunk? He supposed that you probably had a fair share of alcohol inside before making your way here to get some air.

"Hey, are you drunk?"

Questioning the obvious, you shrug and laugh. "Probs." And so, you began to chuckle again. It was clear to him that you were drunk.

Scaramouche sighs and looks up to the sky. He supposed that you were a little tipsy, but it was nothing that he had never experienced before. What was surprising to him was the fact that you had gotten drunk at all.

Your hand made its way to his. As a response to your action, he caressed your hand in return. "What is it?" He asked.

"I want a kiss," you said with a pout. You are definitely drunk, and Scaramouche was sure of it.

"Clingy when sick. Clingy when drunk. I see," he teased. You could feel his hot breath hitting you as he leaned forward, only to pull away a second after. You frowned, making him laugh.

"Kiss me when you're sober, darling." The sudden use of such a nickname made your cheeks flush red.

"Bastard," you mumbled under your breath. He only chuckles even harder at your reaction.

He hummed, "Look at you getting all pouty. You look like a duck."

You hit him on the chest. "I. Am. Not. Drunk."

"Sure, babe. Let's get you home."

"Fuck you."

"That's why we're going home."

"Fuck you!"

"I love you too."

He gave you a peck on the lips and grabbed your hand as he dragged you outside the venue. "Let's go."

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(quite literal) TRANSLATION on what yn said on the last picture: “oh fuck-an” is a word play on “upakan” a tagalog word which literally means “(to) hit”; “what if i hit you” or “i'll hit you” | “dejk” is used when you want to say that you're only joking; it means “just kidding” or “i'm joking”.

a/n: i initially thought i'd be able to finish this smau before june ends; but look at the date, its july already, time flies so fast! this is probably the last written chapter (or maybe one more) i realized i'm starting to write too much in written chapters and some might find it boring, and yep, this chapt is lowkey boring lol. now, kazuha's problem is almost solved 🤧

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 027 ] let's end this stupid act of ours

warning/s: slight angst (if you squint), scara is lowkey a bitch, not proofread, please read the whole chapter! | w/c: 1.2k

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Scaramouche arrived at the place where they were supposed to meet minutes earlier. He leaned at the wall and took his phone out, scrolling through Twitter as he snickers because of his friends' tweets.

Not wanting to see Childe flirting with people on Twitter, he decided to plug his earphones in and listen to music. He listened to the song City of Winds and Idylls, a piece created by the music band 5WIRL. As expected, it did calm his nerves.

Being nervous is an understatement; his heart is beating so fast that he can hear it even with the music playing through his ears. He sighed as he tried his best to distract himself from the uncomfortable air around him.

He was silently humming to the song from time to time, which only stopped when someone had abruptly snatched his earphones away. Having a guess who this person might be, he quickly sent a glare to them. He groaned as the person won't give his earphones back, "Mona."

Mona was fuming mad; she was panting, which made it clear that she ran from her dorm to stop whatever Scaramouche was planning. She let go of his earphones and pointed at him, "Stop whatever you are planning."

Scaramouche rolled his eyes and slapped her hand away, "Megistus, why do you even care?"

"I'm only looking out for you! Don't tell me you think I only care for Y/N in this matter? I've told you before; you will also be hurt!" Tears filled her eyes as she shot back the glare at the boy in front of him. She could no longer suppress the feelings that were stuck in her chest. She only wanted to look out for her friends, so why is she in the wrong?

Scaramouche pursed his lips as he watched Mona wipe her tears harshly. She breathed deeply and started, "Do you think you won't feel the guilt after you betray her? She likes you, Scaramouche. And you know that you do too."

"Why do you think I even approached her in the first place? I told you, Mona. I will do whatever I need to do to achieve what I want. Heck, even if the Tsaritsa wants me to offer her my life, I would!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the formerly silent hallway.

"Do you think I don't care about her? You said it yourself; I care about her. But as I said, there's no turning back now that I've reached this far," he breathed harshly, "This is the only way for me to get into Fatui High. The only way, and the easiest at that. So, let me be," he added.

Mona went silent for a moment with her head hung low, "Then... I hope you don't regret anything. Because one wrong move, and you might not be able to turn in back."

Y/N couldn't believe what she had just heard, was Scaramouche only using her to get into Fatui High? She backed away from the corner where she was hiding and ran away.

Scaramouche caught a glimpse of Y/N's shadow. "Shit," he muttered under his breath and told Mona to get out of his way.

Mona chuckled bitterly, "An unexpected turn of events, I must say. Good luck fixing that, Scaramouche."

"This is your fault! Had you not come here in the first place, should my plan have gone smoothly." he shoved Mona away harshly and started chasing after Y/N.

He quickly chased after the girl through the long, quiet hallways of Teyvat High. He ran and ran and ran and ran, but he could not catch up as Y/N took a turn in one corridor that leads to the campus ground. He doesn't know why he kept chasing her, he doesn't know what to tell her, and he doesn't know if he could even face her. Not when she knew that he was only using her for his stupid plan of getting to Fatui High. Or was he really?

He quickly ran towards the direction where Y/N went. There, he saw Y/N sitting on the bench, where the two of them first talked properly, staring at the sky. The sky was as black as his soul, he thought.

A loud, clanking sound could be heard from the heavens above. The atmosphere was cold, and it was starting to drizzle. He stared at the back that was facing him, contemplating whether he should talk to her or not. After minutes of deliberating over the subject, he quickly approached Y/N.

"Y/N," he said quietly and went in front of Y/N. His voice hinted at a feeling of guilt and shame. "I..."

It was clear to her that he couldn't form the right words to say. Scaramouche found himself stuttering, and a lump formed on his throat.

Y/N breathed through the suffocating atmosphere, feeling the tension piling up as moments passed. The rain started to pour as if it was weeping with her. Her head was hung low, eyes on the ground, and she could hear the thunderous wail of the heavens.

"You've got anything to say?" Having heard no response from the boy in front of her, she sighed as she grew impatient.

She chuckled sarcastically, "That moment you said you liked me, all those memories and time we've spent together. Was all of those a lie?" Tears streamed down her eyes; she barely managed to speak between the sobs that escaped her lips.

The thunder roared once again as Scaramouche stood and remained quiet, not knowing what to say, to respond, to do. He was simply watching her cry again.

This time, it was his fault that she was crying. Not her mother nor her grades; it was his fault.

She heaved a heavy sigh, trying her best to calm herself so her emotions won't get the best of her. "I'll give you time to explain. I don't want to part ways without hearing your side."

But Scaramouche remained silent. He tried to open his mouth, but no words came out. He felt ashamed and stupid. He couldn't look at Y/N's eyes, not when he knew that tears wouldn't stop spilling from her eyes because of him. He was selfish. Mona had warned him, but he didn't listen.

"Right. It was all an act. A gigantic hoax you made up." Y/N smiled bitterly as she bit her lower lip, "If you don't have anything to say then… I guess it is how it is.

"I don't want either of us hurting each other anymore. Let's end this stupid act of us. Farewell, Scaramouche." Y/N turned her back and started walking away from him. Where did I go wrong?

He raised his hand to stop her, trying to reach her. He tried to speak, but he didn't have the courage to do so. She hates him; she loathes him. It hurt when the woman he liked bid farewell to him. But was it right of him to feel the same pain she feels when it was his fault in the first place?

He hoped none of this had happened. If he didn't trip her on that day, maybe he wouldn't have hurt her. He should have listened to Mona, at least for once. Mona was right, again.

"I'm… sorry." Those were the only words that came out of his mouth. And to make it much worse, he only whispered those remarks, leaving it to the wind to pass his message to Y/N.

Scaramouche's lips quiver as he tries his best not to let any tears fall down his cheeks. He doesn't have the right to cry; he hurt Y/N's feelings, whose love for him was pure and genuine.

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a/n: SORRY FOR THE DELAY! i got too immersed watching skz vids. anyways, i'd really appreciate some thoughts and feedbacks ♡ i'm not sure when i'll update again as i need my creative juices to come back first lol, please expect slow updates from now on (probably like, every week). once again, happy first monthsary~

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 034 ] study (date)

note/s & warning/s: eimiko & ayamiya appearance , two college students (read: scaramouche and y/n) yearning for each other's touch, kissing, mentions of foods, fluff, lmk if there's more that needs to be added | w/c: 3.4k (oops, my fingers slipped)

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Scaramouche did not expect to be stuck in traffic. He impatiently taps his fingers on the steering wheel as he turns on his phone from time to time to check if you have messaged him. He sighs in annoyance, knowing that he might be late for your meeting; that's the least he wanted to happen. After all, what kind of friend would he be if he made you wait even one more minute? As much as he tried not to think about it, Scaramouche finds himself thinking about you a lot. It was something that happened when he started spending more time with you and as he got to know more about you. It wasn't really like he could control it; it felt natural whenever he thought about you. So naturally, he was starting to develop feelings.

He knew it was ridiculous to think that he'd fall in love with someone so quickly, but it couldn't help but occur to him anyway. And when he saw your name appear in the corner of his screen, his heart skipped a beat.

Y/N: hi :)

I just arrived and I know that there's a traffic jam right now. don't worry about arriving late but I hope you don't mind if I start skimming through my notes ^^;

His eyes softened as he read your message, a small smile forming on his lips. You were so kind and considerate. Despite all those childish and immature fights he had with you, you were still you nonetheless. You still cared for him no matter how many insults he threw at you, fully knowing that he didn't mean any of those harsh words and just wanted to get a reaction from you. You always check on him, asking whether he has eaten already or how the test was. He loved every second of being around you, but he would not admit it; he lives a life full of denial.

A car honks loudly behind him, making Scaramouche flinch. He curses under his breath before turning off his phone, looking back up at the road once again. This is why he hated driving. Regardless, he was glad that the cars were now on the move again, or else he might miss your entire meeting.

A few minutes later, he finally arrived at Komore Teahouse; it was owned by the prestigious Kamisato family. Wherein only a few people could enter, and that is if you have a membership card with you or you were invited for the sole purpose of a business meeting. But it could also be a hangout place for close friends of the Kamisato family.

He stepped out of the car with his bag full of books, notebooks, papers, and some pens, pencils, and erasers; he brought them not for him but for you—if ever you'd need them. It was a habit he developed after weeks—no, months of spending time studying with you. Sometimes, he can see a little sadness in your eyes, and it makes him worried because he knows that you're worrying once again that you might fail to reach your mother's expectations.

He approached the lady in front of the tea house and showed her his membership card.

"You must be mister Scaramouche?" The lady asked with a smile as she took the card from Scaramouche's hand.

She let out a small gasp, and her smile even grew wider when she read the name on the membership card, "Ah, it's nice to see you again, mister Kunikuzushi!"

Scaramouche smiled behind the mask he was wearing, only for it to fade as he removed his mask. "Hello to you too, miss Kozue."

"It's been long since you've come to visit us. Please come inside and enjoy yourself." She said softly as she gestures for him to come inside. "Do give my greetings to your mothers. I'd like to meet them again soon." Scaramouche only gave a small smile to Kozue.

He was welcomed by a strong fragrance but pleasing smell of air; the owner of the tea house, Taroumaru, was sitting on top of the reception area. He smiled at the dog knowingly and patted its head; the dog leaned in his touch and even barked at him to show his affection back at him. And then it hit him, he doesn't know which room where you at.

Sighing, he slowly retracted his hand back from the dog's head. Taroumaru had quieted down from the lack of affection that made Scaramouche feel guilty for stopping petting it.

After contemplating whether to text you or not for a few seconds, he was caught off guard by Thoma, who gently touched him on the shoulder.

"Hello there. You must be Y/N's boyfriend?" Boyfriend? Did you tell Thoma that he was your boyfriend? Scaramouche was taken aback by the sudden question, which made Thoma laugh a little.

"I'm kidding. Y/N's in the second room by the left. Enjoy your date," Thoma said teasingly and left almost immediately after patting Scaramouche on the back.

He went to the room where Thoma had told him where you were at. When he saw you, he swore he had seen an angel. You looked so ethereal, you were wearing a beige top and white trousers. It was simple, yet you looked breathtaking. Archons know what effect you have on him.

Scaramouche's face was red from earlier's conversation with Thoma, which truly caught him off guard. And you… you were not helping the situation. From the way you tuck the falling hair strands to the back of your ear… he wanted to be the one to do it for you.

Snapping away from his trail of thoughts and daydreaming, he approached your table with his bag slung on his left shoulder. "Hey," he greeted you softly.

You glanced up at him, and his presence brought a smile to your face. He looked stunning in that grey T-shirt and black jacket that he was wearing; you don't even want to get started by how cute he looked with that red bucket hat on him.

"What? Are you going to stare at me forever?" He joked as he sat down beside you, putting his bag to the side. You didn't realize that you were staring at him for a long time. You can't help but chuckle.

"Sorry, you looked cute in those," you said almost too casually. You mentally kicked yourself; why did you blurt that out without thinking?

Scaramouche felt something in his stomach. He ate well this morning; is he sick? However, you noticed the way how the tips of his ears slightly reddened by your comment.

"Oh, Uhm, thanks," he said softly. His gaze is on the table where your stuff has been laid. Two teacups and a teapot were also placed on the table, proving that you already got something for the two of you.

"Oh, I… I still haven't ordered food. Do you want anything?" You inquired.

"Uh… we could get some later." You took notice of how he seemed to play with the hem of his jacket. He seemed nervous and uneasy.

You shoot him a smile, "Right. Let's get started, shall we? We could do what we've always done. Ask me anything if you don't get something, and vice versa. If we don't get something, then we'll work hard to understand it."

Scaramouche only nodded at your words. He had already missed your tender voice, even if you had recently met. Today was the usual, yet it seemed different; perhaps it was because of the tension that still lingered from your previous fight. But both of you know too well that that problem has been solved.

Studying has always been boring for him, even if Childe or any of his friends ask him to study with them because it always ends up with them getting distracted by something else. But you… you made studying much more fun, relaxing, and efficient for him. You share your notes with him —which you deemed messy, but clearly, messy is better than none— you are patient with him, and you teach him if he doesn't understand something in a better way than your boring professors do.

With you, he was willingly studying. He was sure that he won't be failing any of his classes because of you. You make sure that he doesn't fall out of the discussion in classes you share, and you explain everything to him in the simplest but most detailed way possible.

Reading your notes has become a part of his daily routine, and you helped him stay focused on the lesson. It's amazing how you make learning enjoyable for him, even though there were times when he would feel overwhelmed with his studies or when he couldn't focus at all during a lecture. You made everything seem so easy, and your smile never failed to ease his heart.

He knew you were the one he was supposed to comfort, yet he was the one being comforted. But there's nothing wrong if you both find comfort in each other, right? And he hoped that that was the case.

An hour passed, and he was still quiet, probably off to his little world in his mind. You noticed how much he played with his pen more than usual and how he seemed to not concentrate on what he was studying at all.

You clasped your hand and closed your book, which snapped Scaramouche out of his thoughts. You looked at him with a smile plastered on your face. "Let's take a short break. You seemed unfocused. Is there something wrong?"

The worry in your eyes made his heart sink; you shouldn't be worrying about him when there's an exam coming soon. He couldn't help but feel upset for making you feel this way. It wasn't much of a big deal, but he couldn't help but feel like it.

"It's just… I have something— a lot on my mind," he mumbled softly, half of his face hiding through his jacket that was zipped up. You wonder if he's not hot.

"Then, do you want to talk about it? Only if you want to, of course."

"I'm sorry, was I distracting you?"

You shook your head gently, "No, you weren't. You can tell me anything. Uhm… studying can wait. Do you want to talk about it already?"

Scaramouche thought he had misheard what you said. You always put studying on top of anything; it was your number one priority, and your health comes after. To which he didn't like, he would often come up to you and ask, "Hey, brat, have you eaten lunch already?" And if he knew you hadn't, he'd be tossing you a sandwich and say, "Tch. Eat up. I don't want to miss any part of the discussion because I have to bring you to the clinic or whatever."

His demeanor was cold, but you found it endearing; the fact that it was just his way of showing he cared for the people around him even if he gave them the cold shoulder.

"Well… is there something more to say?" He said as he ran his fingers through his purple locks. You found it pretty. The way his hair was soft and silky and how it suited him well. He was pretty.

"What do you mean by that? Of course, we do have something to say," you tried to lighten up the mood with a joke. Your attempt to diffuse the tension, however, fell short. Scaramouche only stared intently at his hands as they fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should call it quits early."

"No— I'm just…" Scaramouche didn't know why he couldn't express himself properly. He spent the whole week trying to rehearse what to tell you once you've met up. How do you go about talking about your feelings to someone? He didn't know; maybe he could've asked his friends, but he didn't want them to tease him nonstop.

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled. "Should we order some food first to clear our minds?" He nodded unconsciously at your question.

You got up from your seat. "Alright, I'll be back," you said softly.

Once you were gone from the room, Scaramouche sighed as he mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. He needs a good talking to about his feelings, he realized.

Minutes later, you came back with snacks in your hand. The way you carry yourself was with such elegance; he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your hair would sway because of the wind and how your face would scrunch in irritation whenever he annoys you; he adored everything about you. You set the snacks down on the table before sitting down beside him.

"You're zoning out again," you stated. Scaramouche blinked his eyes slowly as he snapped out of his trail of thoughts, shaking his head to try to clear the fog that was clouding his brain. You're right; he's spacing out again. What was he even thinking? About how pretty you are inside and out? No, no, he'll never admit that.

"Come on. Try these Dangos," you handed him the tri-colored Dango that you got from Thoma. He took it in his hand; it was your turn to eat your Sakura Mochi. It was tastier than it was before, or maybe it was because it's been a while since you've been here.

The last time you were here was after your High School graduation. Ayaka had invited you to join their celebration for her graduation; she was one of your best friends since grade school. You two would always go here at Komore Teahouse after draining school days. She would always invite you whenever you'd need to complete a project together.

Ayaka was your only friend outside your small circle. She was always the shy type, and you'd do mostly all the talking whenever you'd invite her to join you and Hu Tao at lunch. Although you two started drifting away in high school due to different circles, your friendship with her never faded away. After all, she was also your very first crush.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt something come into contact with your skin. You flinched slightly at first, but you realized that it was only your Scaramouche's hand.

"You're such a messy eater." Your cheeks turned red as Scaramouche wiped something off your lips. His hand lingered longer than it should have, but you did not say anything, nor did he.

Your lips were soft, that's what Scaramouche thought as soon as his skin made contact with your plump lips. He couldn't dare take his hand off your delicate, beautiful face. So he stayed there, caressing your cheek with his fingers. Your skin was velvety; it was almost addicting.

You blushed harder at his touch, unable to hide the fact that it felt nice. You opened your mouth, hoping to say something, but no words came.

Scaramouche leaned closer to you as if you were his space bubble. You could hear his fast heartbeat; it echoed loudly in your ears as he inched closer and whispered, "Can I kiss you?" His voice was low, but his words were clear enough for you to decipher. His breath was warm, causing shivers to travel down your body.

His question was rather straightforward. You hesitated for a moment but nodded nonetheless. His breath mingling with yours made your stomach flip, and your cheeks went redder. He leaned in closer, and you felt his breath fanning over your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. His warm lips touched yours ever so lightly, but it sent shivers down your spine. His lips tasted like the sweet taste of sugar, and somehow it was comforting. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer and deeper into his embrace, deepening the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, enjoying every second of it. The sparks from your lips created fireworks on his. The kiss was soft, tender, and slow. You could practically feel him smiling against your lips. He pulled away after a while and rested his forehead against yours. You looked at him with a dazed expression, and he chuckled, pulling you closer and kissing you again. This time, you returned the kiss as passionately as before, and then you both parted from each other, panting lightly.

"That was…" you trailed, staring into his purple eyes that showed expressions of pleasure.

Before any of you two spoke, someone had cleared their throat. The sound caused you to look behind you, and your eyes widened in shock when you saw who had interrupted. The sudden movement made Scaramouche pull away from you quickly as he also cleared his throat.

Thoma chuckled nervously before looking at the two of you, "Uhm… Sorry for the interruption, you two, but I hope next time you'd close the door before you make ou— Ouch! Yoimiya, what the hell?!"

"Why did you have to interrupt them?! We were like watching a romance movie!" Yoimiya shouted back. They continued arguing for a few seconds until Ayaka spoke.

"Quiet down, you two! Let's not intrude on them any further," she said with a chuckle.

You laughed nervously and called out to them, "Thoma, sorry about that. Is there something you need?" You shifted back to your seat to make yourself comfortable. Your hand made its way back to your knees. The disappointment was visible on Scaramouche's face as he soon lost contact with your skin; Thoma had seen his face, which made him stifle a laugh.

"We didn't mean to barge in like that, sorry. Ayaka said she'd love to join your study session if it was okay with you when she heard from me that you were visiting. But it looks like it's more than that seeing that you two were… uh, doing something in… private so—" before Thoma could continue rambling on, Ayaka had slightly tapped her hand fan on his shoulder, resulting in his stop.

"I told you they're together!" You heard both Yoimiya and Thoma say in unison and laugh as Ayaka joined in with a chuckle.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other, Y/N. I'm glad to see that you're doing fine! Well, then, Yoimiya and I will be in the next room if you need something. See you!" Before you could greet her back, Ayaka had already shut the door close.

Silence reigned the room for a while. You weren't sure how to start the conversation now that the awkwardness had dissipated.

"Y/N."

"Scaramouche."

You quickly shook your head, signaling that he could go first.

He nodded, taking your hands in his. Your hands perfectly fit in his hands. You felt his fingers gently graze your knuckles as he intertwined their hands. His thumb gently traces circles on your knuckle. "I'm sorry for kissing you out of nowhere…"

"No, I said it's okay—"

"…But can I kiss you again?" You looked up from your intertwined hands to his face. He was blushing hard, his face was redder than a tomato, and the tips of his ears were red too.

"Sorry, I kind of blurted that out—" before he could finish his sentence, you silenced him by placing your lips on his and pulling him towards you. You moved your body closer to his, and his hands traveled around your waist as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands moved to grip his purple hair, and he pulled you even closer to deepen the kiss even more. The kiss caught him off guard, but it turned out passionate nonetheless. When you finally pulled apart, you both had a dazed look on your faces.

You tried to steady your breathing, your heart still beating furiously. Your hands reached for his cheeks as you smiled up at him. You leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his lips before whispering, "Don't you think we're going too fast?"

"Hm, are we?" He teased back. It seemed like the old him was back. You liked it better than the quiet side of him. This teasing but loving side of him is endearing.

You pulled away from his hold with a laugh and drank your tea as you opened your textbook. "Come on. Let's finish going through this chapter, then we can go home."

You heard Scaramouche groan in annoyance, "I don't want to study, but I definitely want to go home." You chuckled at his silly response.

"Yeah, alright."

Today was definitely one of the best you've ever had in your whole life.

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a/n: tried writing in 2nd pov, and it turned out better than i've expected lol. will u believe me if i say that i spent a week reading fanfics and stuff just to write the kissing scene properly ksbfksnsks (let's not talk about how awkward i probably had look while writing that because... i'm just not used to it but i know i gotta give yall some fluff lmao). anyways, moving on, i'll (presumably) be adding one more (?) event, then wrap this story up :)

also, i would like to apologize if i don't respond to your replies. i truly appreciate them and read each and every one of them; although, most of the time i'm having trouble expressing what i think/feel through words and sometimes i really just don't know what to say because, to be honest with you, i am actually a very awkward person when it comes to socializing (and i'm also a vv dry chatter...) :'D still, i'd like to thank everyone who takes their time to reply to my posts, thank u 🥺❤

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 032 ] xingqiu please make a scara x yn fanfic

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a/n: hi, yes, hello, i miss you all 🥺 i think i got carried away writing this chapter but i hope this makes it up for those few days of no updates! the problem has been fixed already so that means i'll be able to upload some of my drafts as soon as possible 👀 (i'll update in 2-3 days!!)

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 030 ] my neighbor tuonto

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a/n: hot mv is so hot hot hot 🥵 stream hot by seventeen! 😍

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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⋆⁺ [ 029 ] apologize

warning/s: mentions of choking

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a/n: scaramouche redemption arc soon ⁉️🤭 i fear that we are nearing the end... i think

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes