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kisscara · 1 year

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am i sinking or swimming? [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fatui!scaramouche, angst, no comfort, toxic relationship, blood

songfic based off of late night drive home's song stress relief

his words shook you to your core.

this wasn't kunikuzushi. where did you go wrong? you stood by his side and felt his pain every time he lost a close one to him and yet he chose to turn into this... this monster. he was never home and whenever he was, he acted as if you didn't exist. he acted as if you were there for, what, emotional support?

scaramouche talked to you when he felt like it. when he felt like he was about to lose it, his mind flooding with the heart wrenching memories of them. it's always been them, but never you. why can't he see you? he says something along these lines during these moments. "(name), what do i do? i can't do this anymore."

were you his lover, or his therapist?

you gnaw down on your bottom lip, restraining pained sobs as you soothe your husband from behind him with your hands comfortingly rubbing his shoulders. "it's okay, kunikuzushi. you're okay, because i'm going to be here with you," you reassure him, planting a kiss against his tear stained face.

scaramouche's fist ball up the sheets of the bed as tears continue to pour from his eyes. without looking at you, he turns around and holds you in his embrace. "you won't leave me, right?" his voice is small and full of sorrow. one would think he was manipulating you in this situation and in this case, maybe he was.

your eyes widen. oh, oh no, what were you thinking? your poor lover was just in a hard place at the moment, so of course he holds mutual feelings for you, he's just feeling down! it's your job to help him find his happiness again and he'll go back to his old loving self.

his loving self...

it's stress relief from everything.

what exactly is his happiness? right, letting him take out his anger on you. after that, he'll definitely apologize and go back to loving you. he says the most hurtful things and his words slice like a blade. you could say that if his phrases were physically harming you, you'd be six feet under.

it's okay, because this is his way of coping. it's not the healthiest way, sure, but would you rather have the only important person to you feeling sad and lonely? no. no one would want that. you went through his mental abuse in a state of being completely lovesick with the man.

it will strengthen your bond with him and show him that you're never leaving, that he can finally put his trust in you and see you as his spouse. how much can you take though?

your friends always tell you stories about their spouse, from how they cook, to the type of plans they make for dates... it's endless. and whenever the conversation puts you on the spotlight, you're speechless. what would you tell them about your beloved kunikuzushi?

"he's sweet like usual..."

they would playfully laugh at your comment.

"that's what you said last time, (name)! come on, anything new? are you guys going on a date sometime?"

you simply shake your head and direct the topic of the conversation elsewhere.

tell me, tell me you love me.

you're on your knees of the living room in your shared house with scaramouche, hands against the floor as broken sobs break past your lips. how long have you been holding this in? how long... has he been holding back the urge to hurt you?

scaramouche blankly stares at the hand that roughly grabbed your arm before moving his gaze to your figure. his nails had dug deep into your flawless skin, creating bloody crescent marks. hesitant, he moves towards you with one step, and then two...

"sorry, (name), but i have to go back to my fatui duties."

of course. you'd expect nothing less of your loving husband. "is that all, kunikuzushi?" you croak out, voice scratchy from your cries. scaramouche narrows his eyes. "you were willing to take this head-on, weren't you? so take what you bargained for." his gaze lingers upon you for a few moments before he leaves the house.

you cry out in anguish. you aren't sure whether it's because of the pain he inflicted upon you, or the feeling of your heart being torn apart by his ruthless hands. you stagger to the kitchen, hastily running your wound beneath cold water and wincing at the sting. you wrap it with bandages and heave large breaths.

"i can't... i can't do this anymore!" you groan and wipe at your tears but they just kept on coming like an endless waterfall. "i've done all that i can for you, but i can't do this, kunikuzushi."

you were right all along. you're a toy to him. a toy to satisfy his greedy needs and wants as he lulled you into staying by triggering your guilt with his hypnotizing voice and solemn cries. you're a toy that he never cared for. but if that toy were to be taken from him, would he contemplate the way he treated it then?

come back, come back to haunt me.

scaramouche returned home with bandages. he just couldn't find the person he needed to put the bandages on. he wandered around the house for quite a while, thinking nothing of it. he brushes it off; you probably went down to inazuma city to see your friends.

he goes into the kitchen to put the bandages away, but finds an empty roll of bandages on the counter. oh. 'i guess they won't be needing this anymore then,' scaramouche thought to himself, putting the bandages into the cabinet and tossing the roll aside.

scaramouche goes back outside and decides to wait for you. he hopefully removes his hat from his head so you could see his face first thing when he caught you in sight.

soon enough, night falls. he rubs his eye with one hand, the other one sore and aching from holding his heavy hat. he won't go back inside until he's seen you. like any other dilemma the two of you had, he'll apologize and console you with his words as you fall asleep in his arms.

that day would never come for him, not again.

won't you, won't you let me be myself?

"have you seen..." his voice trails off when he realizes the looks of disgust your friends give him. his eyes go dark as they continue to whisper, acting as if he wasn't there.

"i feel bad for them but seriously, a harbinger?"

"it's fine, we should look after them. i'm glad they finally told us about him, it's no wonder they were so off lately."

scaramouche's shoulders sink. "s-so, you know where they are, right? can you please tell me, i just want to talk-" he's stammering in between gasps, not even realizing he's on the verge of bursting into tears. one of them grimaces at his look of agony. "leave them alone, you've done enough damage to them."

if scaramouche, had a heart, he swore it would have skipped a beat in that moment. "damage? no, no, you must be mistaken! i love them!" scaramouche's temper began to rise. who were they to tell him how you felt for him?

"stop it, please. they told us to tell you that they don't want to carry on with this relationship."

"archons, they were right, he really would chase after them. what a psycho..."

scaramouche felt the air knock out of his lungs almost instantly. 'they've got it all wrong, we're going to be okay, (name). i love you, i love you, i love you-' he stands there, watching your friends leave him heartbroken and in pain.

i was holding on but you didn't see my shots baby.

"i'm going to make it up to you, but i don't want to sleep alone." scaramouche whimpers to himself, curling into a pathetic position on the cold bed. his hands cover his ears as he shudders, startling from the booming noise of thunder and the creaking of the house.

his eyes are tightly shut, scared that if he opened them, he would see a horrid figure in the dark. what a child...

he blindly reaches around for your hand like he usually did, to tightly squeeze it to reassure him that you were there; you would keep him safe from any dangers within the night. you even said it yourself. "i may not have your strength, but i'm good at handling the night, alright? whatever scares you, i'll take care of you."

"take care of me, (name)... stay with me..."

all the times that I couldn't speak my thoughts well maybe.

at the tsaritsa's palace, scaramouche's fatui subordinates would be lying if they said the balladeer wasn't different. his eyes clearly showed signs of exhaustion and he was much too tired to even shout at them for a change. they thought he was a total ghost.

always moping around, mumbling your name and writing what seemed to be countless letters. it went from asking you about your day, to telling you about his day, to him writing paragraphs of apologies and so, so many 'i love you's.

whenever one of the fatui subordinates were in his office, he'd suddenly smile with empty eyes and ask, "do you have a partner or a spouse, perhaps?" scaramouche would lean back in his chair and add, "i have my own spouse. you see, they're very special because they love me even though i messed up a lot."

"i love them more than they love me. do you agree?" scaramouche would tilt his head and his aura sent shivers down the subordinate's spine. say no, he dares them.

for now, he hasn't chosen to send out a search party for you because he wanted to prove that he wasn't a psycho like your rude friend said. but still, the pain was eating away at him. every sleepless night and the guilt that was weighing him down was catching up to his mental health.

well this is what i wanted please don't feel so bad.

give him another chance. he's laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, mindlessly muttering, "our anniversary is soon. we can go anywhere you like. i have a special surprise too, so you better look forward to it and tonight, i can stay home. the tsaritsa told me to go on a break for today since..."

scaramouche turns on his side and closes his eyes. "i don't really know, but it's fine. we can have a date and i'll show all of your friends that i'm much more better than their spouses. or maybe, we can stay home and i'll cook for you. you never tasted my cooking before, but it's good, i promise you."

little conversations with no one. he hates the reality of his life and he wants nothing more than to be with you. he wouldn't care if you shouted at him or hurt him; seeing you was more than enough.

"you didn't like it when i talked about them, right? i'll talk about you, and only you this time, i promise..."

in love with a ghost please won't you come back...

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kisscara · 1 year

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love on the ice ♡ [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fluff, modern au, figure skater!scara 0///0

"you make it look so easy..."

your legs tremble as you desperately clutch onto your boyfriend's hands, brows furrowed as you continue to anticipate your eventual fall on the ice. scaramouche had just won another ice skating contest and once everyone left the stadium, he wanted to spend time with you by teaching you how to skate.

scaramouche scoffs with a smile. "you look like a newborn deer with how much you're wobbling," he comments. you murmur while trying to move the blades of your skates forward, "not funny."

you gradually give up and your shoulders sink when you let out a sigh. "kuni, help me instead of looking all smug and letting me hold your hands as if it does anything!" you finally let your own ego deflate, your face reddening in embarrassment.

scaramouche chuckles, "it's about time you asked." he places one of your hands on the rink's boards and grabs your other one. "you could have asked nicer though." he slyly narrows his eyes and a smug grin curls at his lips. those damned, soft and mauve pink lips.

before you can shoot another comeback at him, he yanks you toward toward his body, causing your arms to instantly wrap around his figure out of instinct.

"hold on." scaramouche adds in a whisper, "i'll be doing the work for you." he swiftly moves his blades backward, letting you stride forward in return. the whole time, you're clinging onto his torso, eyelids screwed tight as you put your trust in him with your physical safety.

scaramouche rests his chin atop your head as he carries on with his precise and skillful skating all across the ice. his hands are firmly holding onto your waist to reassure you that you're going to be okay with him.

you eventually let your tense muscles relax, now loosely set around his figure.

"you're such a show-off, you know that?" you pout and slowly open your eyes. the whole stadium blurs as scaramouche pursues with his graceful actions.

"maybe. but not just any guy would want to impress you like this." scaramouche slows to a stop and snow shavings skid along the ice. "i'm the guy and i think that speaks volumes, don't you think?" he affectionately cups your face in his hands, thumb caressing your soft skin.

you playfully roll your eyes, muttering, "way to be corny." you lean in to peck a kiss on his lips. you widely grin, "i think i'll be okay skating on my own now." scaramouche raises a brow and muses, "will you?"

you nod and he carefully removes his hands from your face before you meticulously back away. there's a bit of a falter in the way you stride, but nothing too major. you put out your hand towards scaramouche, indicating that you want to try again but without hanging onto him for dear life.

he skates forward and removes one of his gloves using his teeth, pocketing it and holding onto your hand. "i prefer feeling your skin on mine for something so romantic," he teases you in a lilted tone, which you only pay mind to with a laugh.

you profoundly gaze at scaramouche all the while drifting next to him on the ice.

the soft gusts as you two skate carry deep into his indigo locks and suddenly meet his eyes, causing it to narrow at the breeze. the black body shirt he wears enhances the curves of his slender body so well which makes you wonder just how could someone be so perfect?

"don't look at me with those eyes." scaramouche's baritone voice snaps you out of your private thoughts. you huff, "i'm not looking at you with any specific type of eyes, weirdo." you try and play it off that way, but he knowingly tsks.

"come on, (name), you gotta be a better liar than this. you're looking at me like you want me to do unspeakable things to you-" you immediately cut him off, calmly saying, "was not... you just looked really pretty in the moment, is all."

you dramatically joke, scoffing, "can i not even look at you, now that you're famous or whatever? i didn't know you'd get down to these type of standards, geez." scaramouche pauses before saying under his breath, "i didn't know you thought of me that way."

you blink a few times in confusion and glance at him. "what, are you serious?" you hold onto the boards of the rink, putting your skating to a stop as well as his. "my boyfriend," you bring your hands up to pinch his cheeks. "is super cute and cool."

you grin, "do you agree?" scaramouche's complexion flushes and he coyly covers half of his face with his mouth, mumbling, "maybe now i do." you gasp. "no way, i made you shy, didn't i?"

"no, i'm just sweating from how much we've been skating, damn it!"

"it's as cold as winter in here and you expect me to believe that?"

scaramouche sputters in disapproval. "keep that act up and i'll leave you on the ice," he says, shaking his head and crossing his arms. you hug his arm and giggle at the man's flustered state, "don't be such a killjoy, kuni."

you can't believe the shy and goopy mess in front of you is the same kunikuzushi you see all over the media with his title of an amazing figure skater. as graceful and as talented as he is with his skating, he's still the same man you chose to love and devote yourself to :3

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kisscara · 11 months

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Hello! Can I request scara with a s/o that really loves cats, like they stop by cats on the street to pet them and regularly feeds the cats around their area and adopted a cat or two? love how the re-write is going btw! Ty!

cat fever [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, fluff

a/n: NAURR SRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT TYY

it's scaramouche's first time stepping foot inside of your house.

it's also his first time meeting your five cats, which includes two kittens.

"kuni, you're not truly my boyfriend if you haven't memorized my lovely felines by name," you giddily say, dragging him into your bedroom.

scaramouche doesn't get you.

what do cats have, that he doesn't? he's got everything down pat, besides the obvious things like physical characteristics of course. from the large ego to the sharp glare, he's just like a cat.

maybe that's why you were so drawn to him the first time you two met.

"kuni, this is ako!" you bend down to pick up a small brown kitty with white fur trailing up from its stomach to its mouth.

"she was born two weeks ago. isn't she cute?" you grin as you present the hyperactive kitty to scaramouche. he experimentally pokes the tummy and it purrs in response.

you press a kiss to her head and set her back down onto the floor of your room. scaramouche tilts his head, muttering, "how do you sleep at night with all of these?"

you ignore his question and sit down, allowing two cats to leap into your lap. you smile up at him.

"the black one is sayo and the brown one is lisa. lisa is ako's mom," you explain, patting their heads. scaramouche sits by you and almost instantly, does another kitty welcome herself onto his thighs. scaramouche flinches and you giggle, "that's rinko. don't worry, she's just excited to have another visitor."

scaramouche hesitates before giving it an awkward pat on the head. this cat of yours has beautiful pitch black eyes and gray fur. it seems to favor your guest. scaramouche rubs the ears and rinko mewls. you beam, "see, they aren't that bad!"

suddenly, he feels two paws pushing at his waist. "oh, there's yukina. he's the only male out of all of my cats and kittens." you usher the white cat over with a tsk, "yuki, come here, baby." yukina is lured towards your call and he crawls by your side instead.

ako cries out of lack of attention and scaramouche looks at her in pity. carefully, trying not to make you notice, he gestures for the kitty to join you two.

but nothing slips past you when someone else is with your cats. you tease him in a lilting tone, "have you grown a bond with one of them already?"

scaramouche sputters in a flustered state. "n-no. i still like dogs better." and he says all of this while eagerly petting rinko and ako's heads. you frown, "don't end up liking my pets more than me."

he suddenly raises a brow with a sly smile, "i never said anything whenever you'd run off to greet a street cat."

you look elsewhere, forcing a laugh, "oh, really? i don't recall such an event." scaramouche hums, "not only that, but you spend most of your allowance on things like cat toys instead of gifts for me."

you accusingly gasp, "isn't my affection enough!? plus, i do give you gifts... just not as often as i give them to my cats."

sayo curiously looks between you and him. lisa licks at ako's head in the middle of it all.

you cross your arms and huff, "and you're basically saying my kisses and hugs aren't worth the price of inanimate objects." scaramouche places his hand on his face, "i guess you got me there."

your jaw drops in shock, "so it's true?" he shakes his head in amusement and leans over to press a kiss on the corner of your lips.

you blankly stare at him as he resumes his previous sitting position. yukina meows. "wait, one more time. you didn't get it properly." at your remark, scaramouche laughs.

he sits closer to you and cups your face in his hands before slotting his lips into yours. sayo, getting the signal that something bad was happening to their owner, tugs at scaramouche's shirt. however, rinko knowingly mewls and doesn't interfere with the situation.

scaramouche pulls away and you clasp your hands together, sighing with your eyes closed, "what gift could possibly be better than that, kuni?" he smiles, "a ring." you wave him away, frantically saying, "it's too early, don't get any ideas yet!"

a little later, scaramouche agreed with helping you feed the cats.

"there's a name on each bowl and it's important that they eat from their own because there's a specific amount i give." you place pieces of meat in every bowl and scaramouche wordlessly watches while rocking rinko in his arms.

the cats, perceiving the fact that their food was in the process of being readied, politely wait for you to finish up. you lead every single one to their designated bowl and allow them to eat up for dinner.

you hold up one finger, saying, "let's do a practice run." you point to the black cat. "what's their name?" you glance at scaramouche and he silently ponders. "that was... erm," scaramouche squints his eyes and rubs his chin. "obviously ako." he proudly smirks, crossing his arms.

his reign of victory fades away when you bluntly say, "wrong." you crouch down to pet the cat and correct him, "this is sayo. she probably doesn't like you anymore, now that you've mistaken her for ako. she's a very picky one when it comes to people."

scaramouche's shoulders sink and he utters, "reminds me of myself."

you laugh and stand back up. "maybe you should help me give them a bath. it might be easier to tell who's who when their fur is soaking wet and they're trying to escape the suds and the water!" you playfully prod, emitting a sigh from the male.

"don't cats hate baths? are you trying to get me killed?" scaramouche raises a brow.

you frown, "oh, i'm not that heartless, kuni! you can borrow my arm length gloves; i don't use them anymore since they got used to me bathing them." you hand him the said gloves and he puts them on. "thanks... i guess."

but oh boy, giving your cats a bath was probably the biggest obstacle scaramouche had to experience in his entire life.

he didn't get how you could just kneel there, bending over the side of the tub as you calmly dealt with their tantrums like it happened everyday, which was possibly the reason why you were used to it by now.

although, you were right. it did give scaramouche a chance to find out which cat is which, with you giving him commands the entire time.

"kuni, watch out for yukina! n-no, that one's rinko! ah, is that a dead mouse? wait, can you get lisa for me? kuni, that's ako!" yeah, it was a wild time.

scaramouche groans and plops onto your bed out of exhaustion. you sit next to him and laugh, "i'm guessing you should know their names by now." ako is in your arms and her teeth dig into your finger over and over. scaramouche notices this and looks at you.

do you have a high pain tolerance or something?

as if you read his mind, you say, "ako is teething; it's natural for her to have the need to bite into things. she doesn't bite too hard so it doesn't pain me or anything." you prop the kitten to sit in your lap and you coo, "isn't that right, ako?"

ako mewls in response. scaramouche murmurs, "i see." he adds, "i can't believe you can manage five cats all on your own. i thought you weren't even capable of keeping me alive." his lighthearted joke emits a giggle from you.

"oh, hey!" you add with a grin, "you can be my cats' father!" scaramouche suddenly deadpans, "what?"

"yeah, i'm their parent and that means you're their father now." you give him a swift kiss on the cheek, leaving the male speechless. scaramouche sighs, "i never would have imagined being a father of five..."

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kisscara · 1 year

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pity party [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, minor angst, fluff

scaramouche claimed he's never come to care about his birthday. anymore, at least. since kindergarten and every other grade after that, not a single person cared to show up when they were invited. he clearly remembers sitting at the dinner table, party hat atop his head seemingly drooping in the sad setting of the room.

but there was another thing. he always invited the whole class, except for one person. there were a lot of rumors about you and scaramouche wanted to stay as far away from you as possible so that his classmates wouldn't mistaken him for being your friend. it'd completely ruin his image.

however, on scaramouche's eighteenth birthday, he wondered what would happen should he invite you. of course, he'll slide invitations in the lockers of the rest of his peers, but just like before, they probably wouldn't care to come. it didn't even matter if they didn't have a gift, just their presence alone would put scaramouche over the moon.

and so, he waited in the living room. every now and then, he'd play video games on his phone, hoping to wait out the arrival of his peers much more quicker but in reality, he was trying to get his birthday over with.

suddenly, the sound of the doorbell going off caused him to sit up from his slouching position. could it be? scaramouche tossed his phone aside and practically ran to the front door. he swung it open and his heart began doing somersaults in his chest.

you awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to speak up. when he didn't say anything, you took it upon yourself to engage the conversation. "happy birthday, scaramouche." you presented your wrapped gift for him with a smile. he idly stood, frozen as you placed the gift in his hands.

you welcomed yourself inside of his home, and that's when he finally snapped out of his trance. "that took me a lot of time to wrap, so i'd appreciate it if you viciously ripped it apart when i leave," you playfully commented. scaramouche carefully put your gift on the table in the dining room and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"this is a big occasion, isn't it? after all, you're finally an adult." you sat on the couch and scaramouche joined you. "um, yeah. listen, we haven't properly met before, right?" he asked. you murmured, "mhm, i figured you were avoiding me like everyone else." at that, scaramouche tensed up.

you burst into a fit of laughter, "c'mon, i'm just kidding! what's with the serious look?" scaramouche relaxed his shoulders in relief. his first party guest and he nearly screwed it over. you grinned, "i'm (name). they don't really like me just because... you know what, i don't know either but hey,"

you took a party hat from the table and placed it on your head. "i didn't know eighteen year olds still held birthday parties like this," you giggle, to which scaramouche replied in a flustered frenzy, "my mom put those out!" you laugh, "i get it. by the way, do you like horror movies?" scaramouche looked to the side.

"my mom still has me on a netflix kids account and she gets notified whenever i try making a purchase using my credit card..." scaramouche covered his face in embarrassment. you leaned against the couch, "you too, huh?" scaramouche looked up from his hands to glance at you.

has celestia sent down an angel for him?

you waved around a few dvd cases that came from your bag, "i used my friend's money to get these. i obviously paid them back." you stood up and crouched down in front of the dvd player on the tv set. "you ever watch a nightmare on elm street, poltergeist, scream, halloween... any of the classics at all?"

scaramouche shook his head and you flashed him a smile, "great, me neither!"

that evening, scaramouche lost track of time marathoning horror movies with you. the two of you ate the snacks from his dining room and hid under a big blanket, all of the lights turned off to set the right mood. he was grateful that you didn't question where the rest of the guests were, not once.

you tightened the grip on your popcorn bowl and scaramouche intently watched the screen. "i can't look," you squealed, covering your eyes. scaramouche couldn't help but let out a chuckle. he had a feeling that if he were watching horror movies alone, he'd be looking away as well. but he wouldn't miss this for the world.

suddenly, the front door slammed open and you and him shouted in unison. you fell off of the couch and scaramouche looked over. "oh, it's much too dark in here, it's bad for your eyes," ei tutted, turning on the light. she tilted her head, "kuni, who's that, dear?"

scaramouche gritted his teeth, "i'm busy, mom-" ei gasped, "is this a party guest?" she started giggling, "i expected this birthday to be like the rest but i'm glad you found a worthy friend, kuni! i'll be in my room, okay? don't stay up too late, you two!" you sat back down on the couch and exclaimed, "thank you, miss!"

the second scaramouche heard ei's bedroom door close, he turned the lights back off. "sorry about her," scaramouche muttered. the movie served as pure background noise as you remarked, "she seems sweet. where was she the whole time, work?" scaramouche mumbled, "yeah, runs a business."

your pupils dilated, "really? that's so cool, no wonder you have a ton of friends." scaramouche froze up from where he was sitting next to you. friends. in class, they'll act like his friends, but it's like they're strangers the second they step outside of the school grounds. i mean, they don't even go to his birthday parties.

"mhm." he rested his chin in his palm, "after this, are you going to pretend we don't know each other in class, just like before?" you perk up in surprise. "why would i? i have a new friend now ⎯ ah wait, i don't even know if it's mutual," you nervously corrected yourself with a sheepish smile.

scaramouche's porcelain complexion flushed red. "you... want to be my friend?" he asked in a small voice. "definitely! you're funner than i took you for, scaramouche!" you happily comment before tossing another popcorn into your mouth.

"okay. let's be friends, (name)." scaramouche gave you a smile and you smiled back. he looked at the television set. "by the way, funner isn't a word," he said. you complained, "is too!" scaramouche laughed. for the first time ever, he genuinely laughed with a friend.

a half hour later, you checked your phone's notifications. "oh, i got to go, my mom's car is outside." you quickly gathered your things and put on your shoes. scaramouche solemnly watched as you reached for the doorknob. "hey," at your call, he looked up from the floor.

"you can keep the dvds, i'll come back another time to get them. you can watch the rest without me or wait 'til i'm free. got it?" you winked at him and scaramouche lightly chuckled, "yeah, i'll wait for you." you waved, "thanks for the great night, scara! i'll see you at school tomorrow!"

and the front door shut with a click.

scaramouche's gaze caught your gift on the table. he made his way over and began to delicately unwrap it. he read the sticky note on the box, word for word. 'happy 18th birthday, scaramouche!! i don't know you too well, but i sewed this up myself. i hope you like it ♡'

scaramouche removed the top of the box and his eyes lit up. a felt doll that looked just like him. with caution, he took it out of the box, feeling as if he'd ruin this precious treasure so easily if he wasn't careful. he held it to his chest and sighed in content.

from that point on, he looks forward to his birthday, all because of one person.

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kisscara · 1 year

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a special surprise just for you! [scaramouche x gn!spouse!reader] ⎯⎯ + baby kuzushi, modern au, teeny bit of angst, fluff, mona x fischl x scara sibling au, mother ei au

(p/n) = parent name

"he's not eating anything," mona talks to her brother on the phone, considering the state of his son. kuzushi is upset. no, upset is an understatement. kuzushi is heartbroken. how could you and scaramouche just leave him at aunt mona's house without an explanation?

kuzushi is a two-year-old, bound to be three soon, with indigo hair tied back in a tiny ponytail and big, bright violet eyes. he inherits your skin tone and patient personality. but he hasn't been very patient as of late. he's slouching on the couch in the living room like a sad, sad potato.

mona whisper-shouts, "i've tried everything, kunikuzushi! you know i'm not good with children and he's kind of scaring me now..." she peeks from the kitchen door frame to take a look at the baby's depressing aura.

scaramouche answers from the other side of the line after a long pause of silence, "put him on the phone, i'll talk to him." mona sucks a sharp breath through her teeth before muttering, "alright." she heads into the living room with a smile. "kuzushi, your father wants to talk to you."

kuzushi perks up and instantly stands up on the couch, eager. mona gives him the phone and guides him to put it against the side of his face using his hand. "how are you, sweetheart? are you eating well?" scaramouche's gentle tone quite literally moves kuzushi to tears.

"nooo, want you and (p/n)," kuzushi whimpers, wiping at his snot with his free hand. scaramouche sighs, "i know, baby, but we're going to be back in two days, i promise. for now, just listen to auntie mona and eat and drink a lot, okay?"

kuzushi pouts and furrows his brows together. "p-pinky promise?" at kuzushi's inquiry, scaramouche chuckles. "i pinky promise. i love you, kuzushi." kuzushi sniffles and nods, "mkay. love you, papa."

that day, kuzushi did everything his father told him to. he just wanted you and scaramouche to come back already. mona is nice, sure, but her house is so different from kuzushi's usual comfort space with you and his father, playing games and coddling him.

the closest he had to solace with mona were her hugs and forehead kisses. but it still wasn't the same. scaramouche would place a kiss on the right side of kuzushi's face while you would place one on the left. it was basically routine before kuzushi went to bed.

kuzushi let out a long exhale while eating the sandwich mona made for him. she sat next to him at the dinner table, eating lasagna. who would have known that dinner with a two-year-old would be this tense?

"so, kuzushi!" mona adds, "when you're done, i'll brush your teeth and give you a bath. after that, i can read you a bedtime story. do you want that?" kuzushi merely shrugs. mona gives him a gaze of pity, feeling bad for the predicament of her nephew being homesick and missing his parents at the same time.

the rest of the evening felt long and draining to both mona and kuzushi. even though he's listening to scaramouche's orders, he's still as sad as ever. after tucking kuzushi into the crib in mona's guest bedroom, she practically flopped onto the bed out of exhaustion.

she barely did anything but at the same time, kuzushi's glum mood was effecting her as well. kuzushi tosses and turns all night while quietly whining. his crib back at home is lower than this and the mattress is much more thin. he eventually gave up and climbed out of the crib.

he struggled at first, with how high it is, but gradually got down. kuzushi adjusts his pajama onesie and walks to the bed by the crib where mona is sleeping. if he were at home with you and scaramouche, you'd usually be awake at this time, reading a book with scaramouche's arms around your waist while he slept soundly.

whenever kuzushi couldn't sleep or suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, you'd let him join you two on the bed and he'd fall asleep in no time.

mona stirs in her sleep upon feeling kuzushi gently tap at her shoulder. she looks at him with half-awake eyes and he whispers, "me sleep here?" mona mumbles, closing her eyes while making space for him on the bed, "of course, sweetie." kuzushi lays by her and she gives him some of the blanket.

he scooches a little closer to her and rests his head against her chest. this earns a very startled noise from mona as he murmurs, "soft pillow..." she laughs and pecks a kiss onto his forehead. "goodnight, kuzushi. sleep well."

after that night, things changed.

kuzushi may or may not have found a comfort in mona's oddly huge home. the numerous rooms overwhelm him, but she's always there to hold his hand so that he doesn't get lost. he starts talking to her and seeks her whenever he needs comfort from his absent parents.

"today's finally the day!" mona proudly flaunts the living room, which she decorated with a whole lot of pink stuff and a banner overhead. kuzushi tightly hugs his stuffed giraffe and takes a long look at the banner. "auntie, what it say?" he asks.

he already figured it's to celebrate the return of his parents, but why is it such a big deal that mona has to do all of this? mona clasps her hands together and tries to avoid answering his question. "that," she boops his nose, making him blink. "is a surprise for later."

kuzushi giggles and mona smiles. "auntie fischl is also arriving at any time now and granny ei has been staying with your (p/n) and papa." she sets out the cutlery onto the dining room table and kuzushi gasps, "why granny ei stay?" mona gives him a wink, saying, "that's also a part of the surprise."

kuzushi opens his mouth to interrogate her once more but the doorbell reaches him first. mona calls out, "i'm coming!" she flattens her attire and heads towards the sound as kuzushi waddles after her. mona opens the door and tsks. "you're finally here. how come you couldn't arrive earlier?"

fischl exclaims, "spare me, sister! i, for one, have been occupying myself with the gift buying for the little one here." she giddily enters the house and greets kuzushi. kuzushi observes her appearance. fischl wears a ton of accessories. in fact, there's so many that kuzushi finds it hard where to look next.

as fischl makes her way over to kuzushi, she hands a wrapped up present to mona, whispering, "kuzushi may open it once he goes home." she claps her hands, cooing, "my, you have grown since i last laid my eyes upon you, kuzushi." fischl bends down to gently pinch his chubby cheek.

kuzushi widely smiles and nods his head. mona scoffs, "save him the whole dialogue, fischl. come and help me bring out the food, the special guests are going to be arriving soon." fischl stands back up and hums, "right away!~"

kuzushi tightens his arms around his giraffe and goes back into the kitchen to join his two aunts. one thing about him is that he doesn't enjoy being alone.

although, he has to admit, he's very happy that you and scaramouche are coming back. he's planning on mentioning that he ate everything mona gave him and that he uses a different shampoo here, so now his hair smells different but in a good way.

when all of the preparing is done and over with, mona and fischl are resting on the couch. "so much work," mona groans, her head thrown back. fischl wearily sighs as a reply. kuzushi plays with some of the old toys mona brought up from her basement.

he babbles, "giraffe, here." placing his giraffe on the toy car, he starts moving around the living room to push the car forward. but all of his playtime is forgotten when the front door opens. he notices scaramouche and ei first and he instantly cries out.

"papa!" kuzushi cries and loudly wails as he rushes to his father (not without tripping a few times). scaramouche crouches down and welcomes him with open arms. "i missed you, sweetheart. have you been a good boy?"

scaramouche laughs as kuzushi cries even louder. ei pats kuzushi's head, "there, there, you wouldn't want to wake her up."

kuzushi wipes his tears and snot onto scaramouche's shirt and looks up at ei. mona and fischl watch from the living room with big grins. the next thing he knows, you're standing there with a bundle of pink blankets in your arms.

you smile, "kuzushi..." he's still sitting in scaramouche's lap, speechless. you kneel onto the floor and sit with both him and scaramouche. "this is kaede. you're a big brother now, sweetheart." kuzushi immediately leans over to peer at the sleeping baby out of curiosity.

she has faint traces of your hair color and her eyes, still closed, have their color from you as well. this time, she inherits scaramouche's skin tone. you carefully hand her to him and scaramouche aids kuzushi in holding her.

kuzushi's eyes go wide when the baby sneezes and starts crying. you give kuzushi a baby bottle, allowing him to feed his little sister. he's practically trembling, scared to hurt her while he prods the bottle at her lips. kaede accepts it and her soft sobs gradually quiet down.

fischl giggles, "are you happy to be a big brother, kuzushi? your father knows all about it!" scaramouche sighs, "it's going to be an interesting experience, that's for sure." kuzushi pauses before smiling. "mhm, i'm-i'm kaede's friend." he places a kiss on the newborn's forehead, earning a prolonged squeal of cuteness overload from mona.

ei chuckles, "i'm sure you will be, kuzushi. and unlike your father and his sisters, i'm positive you won't start fights, hm?" kuzushi rapidly nods, a little bit afraid of his grandmother's tone on the last part.

"kuzushi, are you upset with us?" you softly ask, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. kuzushi instantly exclaims, "no! jus' sad..." he frowns, "want you 'nd papa here." scaramouche kisses him on the head. "we're here now, kuzushi. and we're going home with you and kaede."

later that night, after the dinner and the celebration, kuzushi was finally back home. as soon as scaramouche opens the door, the two-year-old is all over the place, greeting his toys and shoving his face into the couch.

"is kaede sleep, m-my crib?" kuzushi queries out of excitement, his big eyes sparkling as he excitedly kicks his feet on the bed. scaramouche replies, "she'll be using your crib. but for now, you'll be sleeping on the big bed with me and (p/n)." he looks over to where you're changing kaede's diaper.

"do you need help, my love?" scaramouche asks. you shake your head, "it's quite alright, dear. i'm finished anyways." you pick up kaede and gently place her into the crib. kuzushi reaches out to scaramouche with grabby hands and he picks him up.

scaramouche stands by the crib, letting kuzushi watch the baby nod off into another nap as you feed her milk from a bottle. when she's done, you put the bottle aside and get ready to join your two favourite boys on the bed.

kuzushi is laying in between you and scaramouche, snuggling against the comfy mattress. scaramouche soothingly rubs your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips. you give him a tired smile, "we truly have the best children in the world, don't we?"

scaramouche chuckles, "best is an understatement, darling." he leans in and pushes his lips onto yours. kuzushi tugs at your shirt. "(p/n), my kiss." his quiet demand makes you giggle. scaramouche jokingly rolls his eyes as you kiss kuzushi on the cheek.

"hey now, what about me?" scaramouche kisses kuzushi on his other cheek, emitting a squeal from kuzushi. kuzushi rests his head upon the pillows and at once, falls asleep. "poor thing, he seems exhausted," you whisper, stroking his hair.

scaramouche flatly says, "this is nothing. he'll know true exhaustion when kaede starts annoying him." you laugh and tilt your head, "only time will be able to tell."

the next day, you and scaramouche wake up to kuzushi's crying. "kaede, kaede crying! dunno' what do..." he continues to bawl his eyes out and scaramouche sits up, placing the fussy child in his lap. you rush towards kaede and stop in your tracks when you find her bottle on the floor, right next to her crib.

you pick it up and look over to kuzushi. "did you try feeding her, sweetheart?" you query with a laugh while giving kaede her need of milk. kuzushi wipes at his tears with his chubby fist, murmuring, "i couldn't reach."

scaramouche chuckles, "wake us up next time, alright? even though it's nice of you to try and take care of her, you're still too young to do all of that." you smile and sit next to them with kaede in your arms. scaramouche profoundly gazes at the baby, reaching forward to gently caress her face.

kuzushi sucks on his fingers, babbling, "me too, papa." scaramouche playfully scoffs and bounces kuzushi in his lap. "i guess my little girl and my little boy both need some of my love, hm?" scaramouche ruffles kuzushi's hair and he whines, "(p/n), he mess it!"

kuzushi pouts and gives his father an angry glare before crawling to your side. you giggle at scaramouche, "you know he doesn't like getting his hair all tangled up." scaramouche sighs as he crosses his arms, "he's lucky he's too cute to get away with looking at me like that though."

kuzushi hugs your side and sticks out his tongue at scaramouche. scaramouche sticks out his tongue as well but with a more teasing air to it. kuzushi cries to you, "he's mean." scaramouche gawks, "he started it first!"

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kisscara · 1 year

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eat, sleep and be admired! [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fluff, modern au, slight bullying

"hey, what's up with them?"

"seriously? this is the last period..."

scaramouche has been your deskmate in every class since the beginning of the second semester. he wouldn't mind sitting next to you if he had the right amount of patience to actually tolerate you. you should be considered lucky that you always sit in the back, since you spend most of your classtime sleeping anyways.

he muses as he rests his chin in his hand, taking delight in the way you doze off with your head down on the desk. if only you could realize how much the rest of your classmates have been poking fun at you, maybe then, scaramouche could get a good laugh out of it.

this is exactly why he can't bear with you at all. what's the joy in watching other people tease you when you're unconscious? it's practically useless if he doesn't get to see you grow absolutely red in embarrassment. and so, he always wakes you up. the complaints of his peers going, 'don't wake them up yet!' and, 'let's wait until the teacher notices,' slips past his ears as he reaches out to gently shake your shoulder.

scaramouche's pretty indigo eyes watch with amusement when you slowly sit up and rub your eyes. he glares back at the classmates who were teasing you just moments before, now cowering from beneath his cold stare. "oh, it's you again! thanks for waking me up," you sheepishly chuckle, not even noticing the way people whispered behind your back.

he scoffs and for a split second, you admire how beautiful his smile is. "what's your deal, anyways? do you have a job or something?" scaramouche asks, simultaneously spinning his pen in between his fingers. "no, why would i?" you say in response, completely oblivious as to why he asked such a question.

you start flipping through pages in your notebook and your eyes go wide the second you look at the board. "how long was i asleep for?" you quietly query, tugging on scaramouche's sleeve. he rubs his nape and looks down at his notes. "you can have mine. i don't need to study for this stuff; it's only for weak-minded people, much like you." scaramouche slides his notebook towards your side of the desk.

"really? thank-!" you pause when he gets up as soon as the bell rings and exits the classroom, leaving you all alone. "you?" you shake your head. 'what a weird guy,' you wonder within your mind, collecting your items to leave school as well.

as you walk to the bakery, you notice that weird guy taking the same route you do. it's strange because every single time you walk, you haven't crossed paths with him, not once. and for some reason, every single time he stops in his tracks, you do the same. it's not like you're sneaking up on him or anything so?...

then, when he continues to walk, you carry on as well. all is fine until the two of you reach a crosswalk and have to wait until the walking sign lights up from across the street. you have no choice but to be noticed by him either way. it's awkward, to say the least. you keep on moving from foot to foot while eating a chocolate cornet your friend got for you while scaramouche idly stands.

he's much too occupied counting how many cars pass by when you finally start talking to him. "how come you're taking this route today?" you ask, mouth full of your pastry. you watch the way his eyes shift side to side as they follow the cars' whereabouts.

"none of your business." he adjusts his schoolbag over his shoulder and walks as soon as the road is clear of any passing cars. you curiously tilt your head and take another bite into the cornet. you start walking forward when scaramouche reached the other side. you're on your way to your favourite bakery and dealing with him is the least of your worries at the moment.

but of course, the world isn't on your side today because he's also heading to the same bakery.

"hi, barbara!" you greet the blonde at the front counter with a soft voice, hoping to not look as awkward in scaramouche's presence. luckily for you, the blue haired male is immersed in looking for a pastry in other glass cases.

"if it isn't my favourite client." barbara places a paperbag on the counter; you've been here so many times that she already knows your usual.

she crosses her arms and her fine locks sway with her movements. "that'll be 6.50 but you have a lot of points on your card, are you sure you'd rather not get this for free?" barbara queries with a quizzical look. you shake your head, "i'm saving them up for something important. thanks!" you take the paperbag and turn to face scaramouche, whose back was facing you.

"you getting anything?" you peer over his shoulder and you see the way his hand hovers over the case with melon bread. scaramouche retracts his hand and turns his head to look at you. there's a pure smile on your lips and your gorgeous eyes are filled with delight.

scaramouche narrows his eyes, "what does it matter to you?" you put a finger to your chin and crouch down to meet the view of the melon bread. you glance back at him and suggest, "i can buy whatever you want anytime. think of it as a thanks for being my personal wake up call in class."

his pupils dilate in surprise but only for a quick moment. "no, i can very well buy things for myself." scaramouche digs in his pocket but tenses up when his hand feels around. "... it appears i might have to take you up on that offer." he sighs, instantly turning red. this was so embarrassing; how could he forget his wallet in his locker?

you clasp your hands together, "alright!" barbara watches with deep interest from behind the counter as you and scaramouche converse with each other.

"thanks, i guess." scaramouche murmurs as he bites into the plush dough of the bread. the two of you walk together, side by side, to your own houses. the beautiful orange and yellow that paints itself across the sky covers your home nation, inazuma, in a blanket of the sunset.

you munch on a chunk of your pink frosted donut, happily mumbling, "it's nothing! i got it for free, anyways. i have a lot of points stacked up on my card there." he gives you a side eye. "how often do you buy pastries there? i always see you eating them in class." scaramouche purses his lips when you glance at him.

"it's not like i look at you that much or anything..."

you giggle, "i visit the bakery before and after school; their pastries are completely irresistible. how come you went there today, of all days?" scaramouche shrugs, "seeing you eat so much of those pastries in class had me a bit hungry too. i normally don't like foods that are too sweet so i went with the melon bread."

your mouth hung agape, "ah, so that's why. i guess you never did strike me as the sugary type of person." you finish the last of your donut and lick off the frosting from your fingertips as scaramouche sneers. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing. oh, there's my house! i'll see you tomorrow, scara!" you exclaim, running ahead. you leave him speechless and frozen on the spot. "scara?..." scaramouche's eyes are wide and his cheeks are tinted pink. he rapidly shakes his head to wear off the addicting trance you placed on him.

"well played." he smiles as he eats the rest of his pastry.

from that point on, he starts walking to the bakery with you, everyday, after school. the two of you become close and rather quickly in such a short amount of time. of course, scaramouche still has to wake you up every single time you fall asleep in class but this time, it's an action with affection behind it.

you began developing feelings slowly but surely for him and he to you as well. but there's one problem. scaramouche is the type of guy who will never face his true feelings no matter what, so someone has to take matters into their own hands, right?

"hey, hey, scara!" you poke at his shoulder as he has his head buried in his arms on his desk. he looks up at you and mumbles, "what?" you grin, "there's a new pastry at the bakery. you wanna check it out with me?" the bell rings and causes scaramouche to stand up and gather his things. "sure."

that single word had your heart doing somersaults in your chest. you felt so giddy the whole walk there, it made scaramouche feel queasy. plus, it didn't help that you were talking about the dessert since... "barbara told me that you should only give this dessert to someone you really admire and i have a special someone for that. what about you, scara?" you take a glimpse at him.

scaramouche felt his stomach drop. you, liking someone? impossible. he grumbles, "i don't get the idea of it anyways." you grab onto his sleeve, "why not?" scaramouche rolls his eyes, "who's this special someone of yours? you never mentioned you had one." you let go of him and the cold air hit his arm instead of your warm grip. "you'll see! 'cause i'll be giving it to them today. they should be at the bakery soon!"

your grin turns even brighter than before and scaramouche dryly gulps. how cruel must you be to drag him along just for this? barbara's head perks up when you and him enter. "good afternoon, (name), scaramouche," she greets. you excitedly exclaim, "hi, barbara! scara, you can find something you want, i'll go get the dessert."

you notice the way his lips downcurve into a cute frown, "fine." you rush to the front counter and barbara lowers herself to grab something from the side. she gives you an encouraging thumbs up, "good luck!" you take the packaged sweet from her. it's a pink and red frosted cupcake coated with sugar and perched inside the frosting is a ring with a purple heart gem.

you thank her again and the second you turn around, scaramouche is standing there. you nearly jump in surprise, "scara! did you find something you want to get?" he shakes his head but his gaze remains cold and distant. you smile, "i don't think the person's here yet. can we sit at one of the tables to wait?"

scaramouche nods, still silent. you place the cupcake on the table and sit across from him. he huffs, "you know, i should get going. it'll be awkward if i'm just here." you wave your hands around, "it's fine! i want you to meet him." you find it hard not to menacingly giggle like a maniac!... or something.

scaramouche doesn't reply any further but sinks into his spot. a whole hour passes and the two of you talk and play video games together. however, scaramouche feels as though you've been stood up.

he feels bad, surprisingly. but he doesn't know how you remain as happy and cheerful as ever when you're with him. you look out the window next to you. "look, scara! the sun is setting." your eyes watch in awe and scaramouche deadpans. "(name)..."

you sigh. it's been fun toying with him for a while but you suppose it's time to put it to rest. you stand up and push the dessert towards him. "will you accept this from me?" your cheeks turn pink as you meekly grin and he finally gets the hint. 'what a pretty sight,' he thinks to himself. scaramouche walks over to you and you turn to him.

he cups your face in his hands and your heart rate quickens by the second. "i don't like sweets... but the only one i'll be willing to taste is you." scaramouche's lips perfectly slot into yours and you return his gentle kiss with the same intentions. his lips are soft and warm and you smile at how lovely it felt.

scaramouche pulls away, still holding your face. he suddenly pinches your cheeks with a glare in his eyes, "it wasn't funny how you talked about confessing to another guy." you whine, "okay, okay! but in all honesty, your reactions were funny!" scaramouche leaves you be and takes the dessert.

"come on, let's go the park," he says, offering his hand. you rush to him and hold onto his arm instead. scaramouche smiles as you complain how much your face hurts and barbara muses with lovesick eyes as the two of you leave the bakery.

it's not the ideal first date; spending your time in a little kids' playground and eating a cupcake on the slide, though you wouldn't want it any other way. "what do you like about me?" you ask, slowly swinging next to him on the swing set. "that's a hard one to answer," he says in response, to which you gawk at.

"can't take a joke?" a smirk adorns his lips and you grumble under your breath. "hm... i like a lot about you. i like how kind you are. i like how you laze around and eat 24/7." scaramouche notices that the sky became darker than before. you pout, "is that what you're going to tell people if they ask you the same question about your (s/o)?"

scaramouche's grip tightens on the chain of the swing. calling you his (s/o) has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? speaking of a ring, the ring that was in the cupcake nicely wraps itself around his finger and each time he looks at it, a grin forms. "why not? what would you tell other people about me?" scaramouche gets off of his swing and walks behind you.

you rest your back against his torso when his arms snake around your waist, putting the swaying of your swing to a stop. you feel his lips against the back of your head and your heart is whole and content. "i have a lot to tell them about! i like your hair, your voice, your hands, your humor, your hugs, your kiss and-" you stop short when he disrupts your sentence.

"kiss? should we make it plural?" scaramouche smiles when you turn your head to face him. his eyelids are lowering as he leans in and finally pushes his lips into yours. the faint taste of the cupcake on your tongue would have made him grimace in normal circumstances, but you somehow make desserts taste so good to him.

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kisscara · 1 year

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can i req scara w a motherly s/o? like he gets a lil injured and s/o just babies him? i feel like that would be funny lmao

doctor, help me! [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fluff, wanderer!scaramouche

a/n: keeping everyone safe from the angst.. for now. anyways thank u for requesting, anon :3 it's short and simple but i still hope u like it nonetheless ^__^

"kuni..." you cry out, "if you keep on doing this, i'm going to end up leaving you!"

scaramouche merely stares at you with a deadpan expression from across the dinner table. "(name), i pricked my finger on a stick." he furrows his brow and watches as you continue to dramatically throw a tantrum.

"it doesn't matter!" you continue to furiously dab a ball of cotton that's lightly wettened with alcohol against his fingertip. scaramouche draws out a tiring sigh, muttering, "sometimes, i wonder whether you're my lover or my doctor."

but he has to admit, he likes seeing you like this. distraught by his safety and running all over the place, looking for the first aid kit if he got something as simple as a paper cut. "your skin is so beautiful and your safety is my top priority, yet you get into these types of dangers on the daily!"

ah, there you go again. your endearing praise for him mixed with your tone of worry. what would he do without you? scaramouche doesn't reply this time, but it's more like he's struck with silence. with his lips slightly agape, he admires your face.

you're always telling him how pretty he looks, how soft his face is, how alluring his eyes are, but not once has he seen himself that way. scaramouche doesn't notice how a smile tugs at the corner of his lips when he sees you gnawing on your bottom lip in fixation, continuing to nurse his tiny wound.

you straighten your posture and put away the cotton ball. pressing a kiss to his finger, you gently blow on it afterwards. "there, all better. that must have been hell for you to go through!" you exclaim with a frown, tightly embracing him in your arms. scaramouche could only remain silent.

the next day, he'd gone to help the traveler with their commissions. of course, he had to go through the usual routine, with you clinging to his arm, whining his ear off to refrain from hurting himself too much. "oh, what a worrywart," he mumbles aloud, catching the attention of his traveling companion.

"is it about (name) again?" aether queries with a laugh. scaramouche gives him a side glance before loudly exhaling. "i just don't understand why they're so protective of me and my well-being. it's not like my body belongs to them, does it?"

paimon floats next to aether and while shaking her head, she says, "you're right, it doesn't belong to them. but they are your (s/o), correct?" aether looks back to scaramouche, who gazes towards sumeru's wide horizon and nods as a response.

"then it makes perfect sense! they're your (s/o) as much as you're theirs, so of course they'd want you to stay safe! right, traveler?" paimon carefully nudges aether against the shoulder and aether smiles, "do you understand now, wanderer?" scaramouche knits his brows together.

love is still such a foreign concept to him.

paimon claps her hands together for a few times, "here, i got a more simple way of explaining it! say, someone were to hurt them, physically or verbally, would you want that?" scaramouche instantly replies and faces the odd fairy while crossing his arms, "no, who do you think i am?"

paimon points out, "there it is! see, that's how (name) feels about you. with you... erm, getting into physical brawls everyday, they'd definitely feel concerned, don't you think?" scaramouche's pupils dilate in realization. is that how much you mean to him, for you to constantly baby him over the littlest things?

a pink tint arises on his face and he holds the brim of his hat, head turning the other way. "tsk, i wouldn't expect any less of them." scaramouche grows flustered when he realizes paimon giggling and aether attempting to hide his wide grin.

"(name)? i'm bac-"

scaramouche lets out a muffled noise of surprise when you rush to him, your arms immediately enveloping his torso. "i missed you..." you bury your face into his shoulder and scaramouche chuckles. "i missed you too, my dear." he tilts your chin upwards with his finger and you frown.

"did you hurt yourself?" you ask. this time, of all times, he doesn't fail to notice the way you tighten your grip on his clothes. scaramouche holds your hand against his face and sighs, "no. i tried my best not to." you beam, "really?" scaramouche kisses your fingertips one by one and he closes his eyes.

"thank you, (name), for loving and caring for me."

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O4. the student council [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

"hey, i can't have you sleeping on me," scaramouche snaps, taking ahold of your wrist to drag you away from you were previously spacing out in the middle of the hallway. you mutter a quick apology and sheepishly grin. it just feels so weird to actually keep up a conversation, let alone spend time, with him.

he lets go of you the second he realizes what he's doing. he looks to the side with a flustered face. 'i held them for a moment.' scaramouche covers his mouth with one hand, 'their wrists are so firm... all that drumming surely strengthens their hands.'

scaramouche stops in his tracks and points to a door. "the rest of the student council members are there, i'll introduce you to them. but of course, i already know that you know ayaka and yanfei." he's bound to reach for the knob but freezes up when you unknowingly begin to feed his ego.

"you know about that? oh, you must have done research! that's very thorough of you, president. i could never balance grades with council stuff..." you sweatdrop and laugh it off. it's not very often that you're able to indulge in such things like this, since you're frequently absorbed with band activities.

and it's exactly the reason why yun jin calls you awkward. all that fame and lack of interacting with people outside of your fanbase must have gotten you rusty on communication. scaramouche doesn't turn his head to look at you, but sighs. "buttering me up with those words won't get you anywhere."

you continue to sweat in confusion as he opens the door, leaving you speechless. are you trying to kill the poor guy!? archons, the pace of his heartbeat was all over the place that he needed a moment! scaramouche exhales through his nose and relaxes his shoulders.

"oh, look! mister 'mouche is back!" kaeya playfully exclaims. yanfei looks up from her clipboard, "good afternoon, president. i see you have (name) with you."

scaramouche sneers, "obviously; you're not blind or anything. (name), that's kaeya. kazuha's the guy with the red streak, he's over there working on decorations with the brown haired girl, amber." you slowly nod your head with every sentence he says, even though you can hardly keep up with how distracted you are with his pretty eyes.

ayaka stammers, "k-kaeya, isn't that a little too much confetti to be ordering?" kaeya waves her off, "it'll be fine-" scaramouche snatches the tablet from the taller male. "i thought i was clear about the fact that ayaka is in charge of the orders. you're on backstage duty with yanfei."

kaeya chuckles, "geez, alright. does that mean i get to meet the little guest you brought along with you?" scaramouche furrows his brows, "save some face before i punch it, bastard. yanfei, go do a stage check with kaeya."

yanfei hums as she drags kaeya away, "c'mon, big guy. your brother's not going to be happy to hear you've been up to your usual antics." kaeya whines, "you're such a tattletale, you know that!? just 'cause he's your tutor or whatever..."

amber exclaims, "hey, president!" she stands in front of scaramouche and makes it very clear that she's angry with that glare of hers. "you didn't even discuss this with the rest of us but instantly assumed that we'd go on board with this whole band performance just because you're the president."

scaramouche raises a brow, "and?" the brunette groans, "what do you mean and!? i'm saying that you should at least tell us before making last minute changes. i thought we weren't going to do anything big this year because of the budget." you're anxiously standing by scaramouche as he continues to bicker with amber.

scaramouche scoffs, "i'm paying for all of the costs anyways, what does it matter to you, or the school? we have to admit that the school fes last year was horrible, who even thought of some choir performance?" amber put her foot down, "me, you asshole! and barbara was great, you just don't have good music taste!"

you deadpan, 'i have a feeling i'm not supposed to be here.' you look over to where kazuha and ayaka were making crafts for decor. ayaka ushers you over with her hand and you approach the two. kazuha smiles, "sorry about them, they're always like this. want one?" he holds up a chocolate chip cookie in front of you.

you sigh in relief, 'he's so sweet, just like ayaka.' you happily accept his offer and ayaka clasps her hands together, "you can stay and help us out, if you want." you haven't even replied but scaramouche comes out of nowhere to interfere. "they didn't come here to do our job, ayaka. (name), let's go."

"i'll see you later, aya! and thanks, kazuha!" you quickly greet them farewell and follow scaramouche out of the room. amber crosses her arms with a pout, "he gets on my nerves all the time. i feel bad for that person." ayaka looks elsewhere, muttering, "oh, you don't know how much they like him..."

scaramouche promptly brushes off his shoulder, "amber doesn't know what she's talking about. i hate hard-headed people like her." deep down, you fight back the urge to point out the hypocrisy in his words. "she should just learn her place and move on." scaramouche narrows his eyes and leads you outside to where the outdoor stage is.

he could see yanfei setting up the amps but kaeya? nowhere in sight. scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth, "where did he go now?" yanfei flatly replies, "he went back inside to hide from you in the washroom stalls."

an irk mark appears on scaramouche's forehead. he tsks, "he's a dead man. yanfei, help (name) set up their drums while i look for him." the second scaramouche disappears behind the school doors, you instantly run towards the stage and up the steps to get to yanfei.

you squeeze her in your embrace, "uuuh, i don't know what to dooo..." yanfei softly sighs, "you look like you're doing great so far, don't worry. oh and," she put a finger up and a playful smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, "you should give the cd to him after you're done for the day. trust me, he'll love it."

you frown and pull away from her, "sure, but the only thing im worried about is performing. i've never performed in front of someone without the others." yanfei gave you an encouraging head pat, "you'll do amazing. here, what song are you going to cover?" she hands you the tablet and peers over your shoulder.

"mm... oh, i know! nevermind, he might not like lovey-dovey songs. ah, maybe-! ugh, no, too dark. what about — too boring-" the pink haired female suddenly flicks you in the forehead. you whine, "i'm sorry, but i don't know, okay!?" yanfei shakes her head, "give me that. here, you can cover one of hokago tea time's songs, alright?"

your eyes light up, "really?" she chuckles, "yeah. this song good?" you eagerly nod and yanfei gives you another pat on the head. "i can't believe you actually brought your hello kitty snare drum," she comments while walking away to set up your cymbals. you rush over to help her.

"hm, if he doesn't like it, it's his problem." you huff and put down your (color) snare case. you unzip it and take out your snare as yanfei finishes up with prepping your entire drum set. she heads to the side of the stage and pulls up your drum throne. you beam, "i missed my darling so much!"

yanfei settles it from behind the drums and grins. "so much for taking a break from band activities. at least madame faruzan's agency isn't on you five as constant as before." you nod along to her statement and place your snare in front of the drum throne.

you and yanfei perk up at the sound of the school doors swinging open. scaramouche drags kaeya behind him by the tie of his shirt. "come on, i don't want to waste any more time than i already have. yanfei, do a quick sound check and (name), you better not disappoint me for the sake of your band's reputation."

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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could u do one with fatui scara and his spouse like a normal doting day??

home, with me. [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ angst mixed w/ fluff, fatui!scaramouche

a/n: was originally supposed to be cute and sappy but here we are.

the balladeer's spouse? oh, not a single soul would be able to know exactly how he ended up with such a person as them. kind, caring and thoughtful; it all seemed so odd. the fatui subordinates whisper amongst themselves, how your relationship with him is just for mora and... well, that.

in that case, everything would make perfect sense. both you and him would benefit from such a status. but what they didn't know was that you met him when he was still that sweet and vulnerable puppet, kunikuzushi. even though you were against the idea of him joining the fatui, you still chose to love and support him unconditionally.

"scaramouche," you softly call out, gracing his office with your presence. scaramouche simply gestures with a wave of his hand to close the door behind you and you do so. "come now, have you forgotten your promise already?" you query with a slight pout.

scaramouche leans back in his chair and finally removes his attention from the papers across his desk. "i haven't. i was just about to leave." scaramouche re-adjusts his hat and a rare smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he makes his way to you.

"did you eat yet?" scaramouche mumbles, holding your hand in his and opening the door. a fatui recruit standing by the frame flinches upon seeing you and him walking out. "don't ask me that! i don't have to eat for something like this," you coo in a matter that shows how hopelessly in love you are with him.

scaramouche scoffs, "still. i can't have you passing out if you haven't eaten properly." you cup the side of your face and hum, "oh my, how gentlemanly of my husband."

the two of you find a beautiful and secluded spot by the grounds of your shared house, choosing to have a peaceful picnic beneath a lovely sakura tree. as scaramouche lays out the blanket onto the grass, you comment, "it's been a while since we've spent time alone together, hasn't it?"

scaramouche removes his hat from his head and runs a hand through his hair. "it has. her majesty has been growing more and more impatient as the seconds fly past," he says. you sit next to him and hold a basket in your lap. "let's... forget about that for now. right now is the chance for us to make up for lost time."

scaramouche sighs, "you're right, darling." he queries, "what have you been up to without me around?" you start taking out plates from the basket and happily reply, "everything's been mundane. i go to the city every now and then to buy from the vendors and..."

scaramouche aids you in putting out the cutlery, "and?" you add, "i met a really kind guy the other day! his name is thoma and he's a housekeeper for the kamisatos." scaramouche narrows his eyes, "thoma, huh? sounds like a real nice guy." he emphasizes the 'real' part and this, you notice.

"don't worry, dear, he's just a friend," you reassure him, using a fork to stab into the strawberry perched on top of your cake slice. scaramouche grits his teeth, "when did i say i was worried, huh?" you hold up the fork by his lips and he tsks before eating the fruit.

because he doesn't like sweets, you always treat him to the fruits that come with it. "have i ever told you how cute you are?" you playfully prod. scaramouche hides the rising blush on his face by looking away. "definitely cuter than that thomas guy or whatever..."

you laugh in amusement at his antics. he dips the tip of his index finger into the whip cream of your strawberry shortcake and wipes it onto your nose. you blink a few times and he chuckles. you use a tissue to carefully clean it off, "how childish of you." you suddenly grin.

"your lips are so soft." the pads of your fingers gently caress his lips and scaramouche longingly gazes at you. you take another strawberry and bite into it. "i've always wondered what you'd look like with lipstick," you giggle. you dab the bitten strawberry against his lips, staining it into a sheen red.

scaramouche holds your wrist and uses his other hand to hold your face. you and him lean in, sharing a sweet kiss between lovers. the tangy flavor of strawberry sends your tastebuds into a tingling sensation as he deepens into you, quietly gasping in between kisses.

you pull away and he allows your arms to envelop his figure as you mutter against the crook of his neck, "can you stay home, just for tonight?" scaramouche frowns, "you know i can't do that." you tighten your embrace. "please?"

in response, your husband picks you up bridal style and brings you inside the house. even though he placed you onto the bed, you cling onto his neck with your arms, afraid he'll leave you the second you let go of him. scaramouche slowly removes your hold from him and he plants multiple kisses onto your hands.

he murmurs, "i'm sorry, my love, my darling. i really am but i can't stay much more than i already have." you're struck with silence and stare at him in a sorrowful way. however, he takes it as a reply, his heart twinging with pain as he walks to the door.

scaramouche stops in his tracks when he feels a tightened grip on his sleeve. he turns his head and finds you desperately hugging his arm. "can you stay with me until i fall asleep?" you ask. scaramouche tenses up and hesitantly looks at the front door before back to you.

he nods and leads you back to the bed. "i didn't know my spouse was this clingy." scaramouche's frail attempt at lightening the mood changes nothing. you rest your head onto his chest and shakily sigh. "i love you, (name)." scaramouche strokes your hair and you sniffle. "i love you too, kunikuzushi."

a few minutes later, can he hear your soft snores and easy breathing as you sleep away. scaramouche is careful to remove himself from the bed and he tucks you into the blanket. he presses a kiss to your tear stained face before leaving the house.

he passes by the area you and him had the picnic at and instantly looks the other way. it seems like it hurts more everytime he leaves you. he goes months without seeing you, sometimes even years but this time, scaramouche swears he won't be gone for too long.

when he returns, he'll have completed his plan of stealing the gnosis to become a God. 'wait a little bit, (name). i'll come back.' scaramouche's solemn gaze returns to that of a cold one, returning to his identity of the balladeer himself as he continues the life of a ruthless harbinger.

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O6. 1+ student council member! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

a/n: once again ignore the dates 3__3

"God, your hands are so soft even though you've been drumming for awhile," scaramouche mutters, his charming blue eyes now half-lidded as he runs his fingertips across every line of your palm. a tinted pink coats your face from the compliment. 'he must be drunk.' you sheepishly smile, "thank you, pres-"

"just call me scaramouche outside of school grounds. it's weird if you say that in public." scaramouche rests his head in his hand and takes another sip from his shot glass. "you're quite interesting, (name). are drums hard to play?" he asks, swirling the liquid in his cup.

kaeya is at the front counter looking for a waiter to get the check from while the girls are escorting a very wasted kazuha to kaeya's car in the parking lot. that left you with scaramouche at the table. "it can be a little bit of difficult and a little bit of easy at times. but with a lot of practice, i get the hang of it," you meekly reply.

suddenly, scaramouche leans in towards you, nearly closing the distance between the two of you completely. from this angle, you can see how flushed he appears. just how drunk is he? scaramouche tilts his head and you're sure that anyone looking at this scene from a certain perspective would think that the two of you were kissing.

"do you like me?"

at his question, your pupils dilate in surprise. "yeah, i mean, no, well yeah, i like you but not in that way, you know!..." you hurriedly stammer out words in a panic. scaramouche returns to a normal distance and chuckles, "don't worry, i was just joking. but seriously, i'd be lucky if someone like you liked me."

it's like the whole world stopped. you look at him with a brow slightly furrowed. what yanfei said couldn't possibly be true, could it? scaramouche keeps his gaze locked on his glass, waiting for a reply, anything at all but no, you couldn't get ahead of yourself yet.

"that's sweet, scaramouche! a lot of people at school already admire you, i'm sure one of them are your ideal type!" you cheerily exclaim, trying not to make the air around you two awkward. scaramouche sighs, "(name)-" amber calls out, "(name)! your ride is here, ayato's going to be picking you and ayaka up."

she stands in front of the table with her arms crossed. "hey, you didn't do any funny business with them while we were gone, did you!?" amber grumbles, pointing at scaramouche. you laugh while collecting your things, "he didn't do anything at all, amber. thanks for tonight, scaramouche."

you greet him goodbye with a wave and head outside the restaurant. scaramouche purses his lips in frustration. he should have been upfront with you about his feelings but he supposes he's moving too fast. you'd never know his glass was filled with water anyways.

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1O. class 1-D's preparation ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

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O2. can i have your twt? [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

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may i request a fic of scara being a domestic bf for reader?? like super the way of the househusband type of domestic :0 if thats ok w u??

househusband in training ★ [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fluff, modern au, college au

a/n: HIHI this idea is soso cute mima and ty 4 requesting! i love myself some domestic bf scara.. ( ´ ω ` )

when your boyfriend of two years moved in with you in a small but comfy apartment, you surely hadn't taken him for the type to do everything around the house. scaramouche has always had the ability to get quickly tempered, but you didn't know that that would apply to chores as well.

after a month or two, you got used to his constant nagging that always fixated on the dishes in the sink and the state of the bedroom. the thing is, he never makes you do it. "tsk, there's a spoon in the sink, (name). you know how i want the sink to be empty at all times," he would say, all the while putting on his rubber gloves and apron.

you peek from the doorframe of the kitchen. "it's a single spoon, scara. plus, i'll do it if-" he stops you short with a raise of the hand. "no, no. that won't be necessary." and the conversation ends there, or so he thought. you muse, "hm, i've been thinking about something for awhile."

scaramouche doesn't look up from his work as he scrubs the spoon with a soapy sponge, "yeah?" as he reaches forward to open the faucet, you add, "you're kind of like my little househusband in training." you pause when you hear the clatter of the spoon. scaramouche slowly turns to face you, "what did you say."

you laugh, amused by his reaction. "i mean, you kind of got the part down." scaramouche takes off his gloves and apron to make his way to you in a few strides. he holds your face in one hand, squishing your pudgy cheeks with his lithe fingers. "if i'm to be the househusband, that means you have to play the role of my spouse, no?"

scaramouche also takes care of things like meals. unlike his mother, who could blow up the entire world if she even touched the buttons of the stove, he's fairly good at cooking. breakfast, lunch, dinner, you name it. he'll be calling you from the kitchen to come and eat and you'll be greeted with a table full of meals.

once in a while, he'll let you help him. he prefers it whenever you take a part in baking rather than cooking, since it's less dangerous, in a way. speaking of your well-being, scaramouche always checks up on you, possibly more than your own parents do.

whenever he feels as if you've been studying too long, he'll pry you away from your screen to spend time with him. "c'mon, i'm more fun than words on a screen." he'd say, cuddling with you on the couch in the living room. feeling overwhelmed? scaramouche is your go-to guy.

he'll turn off the lights, only leaving the television set as the two of you snuggle beneath the blankets. scaramouche comfortingly strokes your hair and whispers endearments, your head resting in his lap as he soothes all of your worries away.

and even though scaramouche manages most of the house chores, he somehow is able to balance his college life as well. he wears reading glasses whenever he studies but he finds that he focuses better when he does it with you. he'll pretend that he doesn't know an easy question and makes you help him out from that point.

every night is spent with him in your arms or you in his, words of affection exchanged and kisses shared before the sleepiness gets to you two. scaramouche can be mean sometimes, but he's big on being soft when it comes to you. it's almost like his lips are made for yours, considering the way they perfectly slot against your lips is heavenly.

in the morning, he'll be awakened by you peppering kisses all over his face and clinging onto him like a koala to a tree. that is, if you wake up before him. every other morning, you'll rise to the smell of freshly cooked food. though the point is, scaramouche is the ideal domestic boyfriend and maybe even a househusband... ♡

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O1: live performance! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

your eyes sparkle with excitement as you peer through the curtains. "there's so many people," you murmur. hu tao's chin rests atop your head to join you in viewing the large audience. "it is going to be our last live performance before we go on hiatus." hu tao cheekily grins, "i'm super pumped though! look at that crowd!"

ayaka is beneath you, crouching down to take a peek as well. she squeaks, "there really are a lot of people..." you smile, "no worries, aya. you always deliver with your amazing keyboard playing!" yanfei double checks the states of the instruments and turns to face her head to you three.

"get over here, the curtains will go up soon." yanfei stands up from where she was previously bending down to adjust the position of the guitar amps, "good luck, 5O5. everything is good to go." hu tao slings her guitar around her neck and yoimiya does the same with her bass.

yoimiya squeals with pure delight, "the audience is so loud, my heart is pounding even faster!" hu tao darkly jokes, "don't die on us before we perform." yanfei gives an enthusiastic thumbs-up before heading backstage. shortly after, does yun jin step onto the stage with a calm smile. "ready, everyone? let's do our best!"

ayaka nods her head, though hesitantly. she's always a little nervous before live concerts. you sit onto your drum throne and pout, "i'll miss my beloved..." but you have no more time to dwell about 5O5's hiatus, because the next thing you know, the curtain rises.

the familiar voice of your band's manager, madam faruzan, reverbrates through the room on a microphone. "please give it up for hit band, 5O5, as they perform their final live before going on a short break." cheering and clapping ring in your ears and yun jin begins to speak into her mic.

"thank you all for coming! we won't disappoint as we will be performing our unreleased album, blooming symphony."

"eh? i'm not even into bands," mona mumbles, sitting in front of the television set in the bedroom she shares with her twin brother and younger sister. as she's about to switch the channel, scaramouche instantly lunges for the remote, causing the two of them to tumble across the floor.

mona sat up, clearly angry. "what the hell, kunikuzushi!?" the complaints of his twin went into one ear and out the other as he stares at the screen, absolutely tranced. scaramouche grabs onto mona's sleeve, "drive me there!" she scoffs in return, ripping away from his grip.

"no way, where and why?" mona stands up and places her hands on her hips. scaramouche grits his teeth in frustration, "because (name)'s going to be performing at teyvatmusic live house!" she sighs and turns off the tv despite his protests. "no. i was planning on saving up my gas to drive us to school tomorrow."

scaramouche groans and grips fistfuls of his hair, "fuck the school! just take me there, please! you know very well that i don't plead so often; i'll do anything!" mona put a finger to her chin, "anything? even if i ask you to let me tell all of my friends that you have a crush on (name)?"

scaramouche rapidly nods his head, "yeah, whatever! i'll deny it anyways so just please, take me there now or i'll miss it!" mona rolls her eyes with a satisfied hum, "alright. wait for me in the car, i'm just going to put on a coat of lipgloss."

scaramouche runs out the room, shouting, "you better not take long or i'll run to the live house myself!" ei pops her head out from the kitchen. "what live house?" she asks, watching scaramouche put on his shoes in a frenzied matter.

"nothing ⎯ it's nothing." scaramouche was about to open the front door until ei defensively stood in front of it with her arms out wide. he deadpans, "mom. what are you doing?" ei waves her spatula at him, "it's a school night, young man. you're not supposed to be out and about after eight, remember?"

she frowns when he begins arguing with her. "mom, i'm not going to take too long! i'm just going to do an errand real quick!" scaramouche uncharacteristically clasps his hands together during his explanation. ei exhales through her nose, "... fine. but no later than nine, do you hear me?"

scaramouche nods and rushes into the living room to ruffle fischl's head of fluffy blonde hair, "i'll see you nerds later." bennett eagerly waves, "buh-bye, fischl's brother!" razor throws paper money onto the table, "go fish." bennett sweatdrops, "razor, we're playing monopoly..."

"farewell, dear siblings!" fischl yells as scaramouche and mona rush out the front door. she turns back to the two boys. "bennett, something has peaked my interest. let us indulge in a fine game of go fish!" she announces, sweeping the table clean of their board game with her arm.

ei chuckles, "i think that's enough, honey. bennett's father is here to pick them up."

scaramouche kept on bouncing in his seat the whole car ride that mona had to smack him in the back of the head, which resulted in him threatening to bite off her nails that she just painted. and the second mona pulls into the driveway, scaramouche gets out of the car and practically runs into the live house.

mona speed walks after him, "wait up, you little bastard! i'm wearing heels!" she yelps in surprise when she enters the room scaramouche went into. mona pushes and shoves past people to get to her brother. "archons, it's overflowing in here! much too loud for my taste..." she huffs.

scaramouche is on his tippy toes, indigo eyes closing in on you. you're smiling the whole time and your pretty hands are holding your drumsticks with such passion as you drum to your heart's content. he puts both his hands on his mouth, making an audible squeak. mona smirks, "gosh, you're hopeless."

she takes out her phone and records the performance because she knows very well that the second scaramouche watches your drumming, he won't even bother to save the memory in his camera roll, so mona does it herself since he ends up hating himself for it later.

as the concert goes deeper into the night, people begin to leave, but scaramouche stayed. he always stays until the end. his forehead is covered in a sheet of sweat as you play your drum solo, marking the end of the performance. and mona, much like scaramouche, is left speechless.

a final round of applause goes on for the five band members. yun jin takes a bow, "thank you for listening!" mona looks at her phone and hits the red button, ending the video. "oh, this would look so good on my twitter!" she comments. scaramouche leaves the room without a warning, catching mona off guard as she runs after him.

"what's your deal?" she teases and nudges his arm with her elbow. scaramouche shoves his hands down the pockets of his sweater. "they could have seen me," he throws his head back and mutters, "i should have brought a mask so i could have at least gone to their fan meet."

mona knits her brows together, "seriously? ugh, you're such a wuss. no wonder they don't talk to you when they don't even know you're like, their fanboy?" she opens her makeup compact and double checks her face. scaramouche grumbles, "because it's embarrassing; we're in the same class!"

mona taunts him in a lilting tone, "i'm telling you, someone's going to snatch them up before you. they are famous, after all." scaramouche begins to space out. someone else, admiring you? no, there's no way! he's been your number one admirer ever since you first debuted, hell, before you even began playing in a band!

but of course, it's useless, isn't it? you don't even know him as your fan but rather the cold and mean student council president. oh dear, these times require a very tall and annoying ginger to talk to!

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