#brat!scaramouche

[n4391]

The (Little) Wanderer

[churomo]

kasacchi 🫶 rkgk

[stardustdiiving]

I LOVEEEE the idea of Wanderer being Nahida’s right hand who covers her lack of physical combat prowess by fighting for her. I need Nahida to have enemies who glower about needing to watch out for The Dendro Archon’s Attack Dog and Wanderer being far more snidely enthusiastic about the concept of being a weapon for Nahida bc he loves feeling useful & physical violence while this always makes Nahida feel inclined to gently remind him that while she does appreciate the help & protection, seeing him as a weapon would make her Very Sad because she Values His Personhood and Friendship (wanderer thinks this is absurd and a very inefficient way to utilize him)

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay fr what do you think scara is like in bed? what’s he into, what’re his kinks, the whole shebang?

modern scaramouche hc's

✭ tags ; sub!chara, dom!reader (they bottom but parts are unspecificed so gn!reader as well), this is also my modern!scaramouche take so just be aware, bratting, rough sex, slapping, hitting, a lil degradation, reader is v careful abt scaramouches boundaries tho, romantic implications reader is stronger than scara + he is short king, etc

✭ wc ; 2.1k (im soooo ashamed. anon im so sorry)

✭ a/n ; this got so out of hand so quickly. this is my personal scaramouche this has nothing to do with anyone but me and my delusions sorry in advance.

like really. cant describe how subjective this is but i also refuse to change my mind or see him any other way. thank u so much for inquiring

my modern scaramouche is usually aged like. 20-something in college. he goes to a nice university (a very competitive school mind you.) he was really concerned about excelling for like most of his hs career. kind of a loner except tartaglia who adopted him into his friend group.

he panics about his degree for the longest time cause he doesn't know what to do - but settles on civil architecture and minors in fine art.

he has his ears pierced and some other piercings too that he was peer pressured into, but overall likes how they look. he's not usually very dressed up and all of his closet is so oversized because comfort > fashion BUT he never looks like a slob either.

has like 3 other friends on campus (kazuha + mona + childe who somehow followed him there)

complicated relationship with his mom + stepmom (he doesn't hate her but they do not communicate so tons of misunderstandings between them. like sooo many)

and. usually not actively looking to date anyone ever. he had like one crush one time in highschool but chickened out so miserably and SEETHED about it the whole time.

after that he swore to never, ever, ever go back to that dark place and sort of just focused on his career and school. his major is pretty difficult so it takes a lot of his time

plus he's a little pretentious, stuck up little shit so only a few people can handle him in the first place.

anyways. u meet through tartaglia who thinks you two will get along really well (and he's trying to set you both up bc he thinks you two could work well together)

its honestly like oil and water. you're personality just rubs him the wrong way. sure childe is annoying, but he's stupid

you're...not stupid. you're kind of clever and you treat him with like. a sense of disrespect he hates. scaramouche is used to people who let him have the upperhand

but you're always pretty quick to shoot him down. you never let him him get away with anything and you guys have this like... insane back and forth for months

its the slowest of burns. he swears he hates you.

(he doesn't though. he thinks its really fucking attractive that you talk back to him and don't let him intimidate you ever. but he loathes that feeling. he also loathes how nice your laugh is and how easy it is to talk to you)

scaramouche spends. AGES. ages in denial. closes his eyes to it. its like 6 months deep into it - he starts having wet dreams and he wakes up HORRIFIED with himself.

WORSE? scaramouche knows about your sex life. not through you but through observation and gossip. he's not fucking you in the dreams. you're fucking him.

humiliated, he simply tries to ignore it. but it's making him so much moody than usual and because you two spend so much time together - you notice almost right away. of course you do.

"whats got your panties in a twist lately? not that you're usually sunshine and rainbows but you're acting like a little kid"

scaramouche says something mean. like, really mean in response. he's just so frustrated. its a personal jab, farther than he'd usually go.

he's expecting to sabotage himself you know? he does that sometimes. pushes people away when they get too close. it's a miracle he has any friends. he's expecting you to get annoyed and leave.

but there's this like. chill to your voice. and you're looking straight at him.

"you don't talk to me like that, understand? i don't care how shitty your mood is."

one hit k.o. he can't even breathe. what's wrong with him and what is happening to him, and holy shit why do you sound like that.

"sorry," he apologizes (him. he's apologizing first) "just. frustrating,"

and you immediately slink back to your usual self. and he's relieved and a little excited and just overall restless because he can't stop thinking about what just happened.

"it's fine. i like being on your ass or whatever but it's bothering me that you're so moody. maybe you really do need to get laid,"

the joke is one you often to make. it's meant to lighten the mood. but scaramouche is feeling pent-up and horny and that's kind of exactly what he needs

"s-shut up. it's not like you're going to do it,"

internally he's hoping you take the bait. he is equal parts horrified and excited watching you take in the information. you give him a lazy smile as you sit up and look at him.

"huh. do you...want me to do it?"

oh dear god. oh fuck.

"so what if i did?"

and then you laugh, which he can't decipher. he's gearing himself to be made fun of. he watches you with big wide yes as you come sit on the desk near him. feels your fingers trail his jaw and tilt his head up and holy shit he might really die.

he can barely look up at you.

"is that why you've been acting weird for last couple of weeks?" your voice is so smug and scaramouche is so turned on it's stupid. he hates it. hates himself. hates everything

"shut up,"

and then, you grab his chin. really make him look at you and it's startling but he doesn't pull away. you look gleeful.

"that why you've been running with your tail between your legs when you see me?" you hum, your eyes almost predatory "cause you want me to fuck you?"

its times like this scaramouche he could be honest. because that's exactly what he wants, but he hates having to say it.

"as if you could satisfy me," he says, instead. your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to register it all in your head.

"you're such a fucking brat," you say, light. affectionate, really. it makes his heart pump "you think i can't?"

"i'd like to see you try," he says, absolutely and utterly in disbelief internally. you grin.

"can i kiss you?"

"why're you asking?"

"cause im an asshole, not a villain,"

you and scaramouche makeout in a study room before he decides to to get ahold of himself and invites you into his dorm. he's never been so thankful in his life that his roomate is gone.

when you get scaramouche into bed - it really dawns on him how out of his element he is. he's not a virgin - a few awkward and usually bad hook-ups in his repertoire.

but you're not like them. he's bitey and on edge but you handle him. ask for permission for little things, clarifications for what he's okay with. you're thoughtful, despite how much he's lashing out.

and it's turning scaramouche so much he doesn't know how to handle it other than doing it again. he wants to provoke you so much. he wants to put him in his place over and over.

it's mid makeout he pulls away, frustration all-welled up inside him that he asks. he's hard and needy and needs something to get him off.

"i knew you were all talk," he sneers, putting as much of himself in it as he can "this is nothing,"

you look at him very seriously "you're really asking for it, huh," you say with a sigh "do you know what you're getting into?"

"nothing serious obviously,"

"usually when i deal with brats like you, i treat 'em real rough. im being nice to you cause you're so pent up, but it's like you don't want that," you grab his face again, getting close and personal this time and scaramouche feels like he'll collapse "want me to treat you mean and put you in your place? hit you and make you cry?"

oh it ruins his life. that's exactly what he wants. what he needs from you so much it aches. so much he chokes.

"wh-what the hell are-"

but you make him face forward, look you in your eyes.

"your first lesson is answer me when i talk to you. is that what you want? you can nod if you can't say it,"

so he nods and you laugh.

"yeah? should smack the brat outta you shouldn't i?

you're asking for permission. despite his everything, there's something affectionate about it. he feels his stomach twist with desire.

"just fucking do it already,"

"tell me if you need to stop,"

"i said—"

it's unceremonious, really. when scaramouche feels the palm of your hands on his cheek, landing heavy and hard as you push him back against the bed. you hit him.

he liked it. makes his cock throb in his fucking jeans, feeling the sting.

"your second lesson is don't fucking mouth at me," you practically spit. there's some roughness in your actions that make scaramouche keen as you crawl on top of him "can't even deal with your moods without lashing out."

scaramouche feels his stomach churn as your hands make rough work of him. you pin his wrists over his head, tell him to keep it there.

and of course he refuses, disobeys - gets to feel how strong you actually are when you spit the words back in his face again to hold fucking still.

scaramouche keeps doing it. keeps pushing until you have to put him back where he belongs forcibly. he doesn't know that he's doing it

but he wants something he can't name, a desire that aches so deep in his chest. he wants you to take responsibility for him - like a promise of some kind.

he likes the way your mouth feels on his skin. your teeth feel so good sinking into pale flesh. the scratch of your nails and sting of your palms as you spank and hit and push his body.

you manhandle him so fucking easily, putting him in every position you can think of. on his knees, or his back - naked and waiting.

you tease scaramouche till he's honest, your voice coarse until he starts giving in.

you're so good with your hands. your fingers, your mouth. you know just the right things to get him all squirmy - praising him when he's getting desperate towards the end.

his sense of shame nowhere to be found as he gets close to the edge. as you tip him over it, he can feel all the tension bleed out of him. goes from bitching, to whiny - needy and not above begging.

he doesn't even understand it. can't wrap his head around it all the way - lets you guide him through the feeling as he starts feeling pliant.

you let him fuck you with mercy. don't make him work for it, just sit on his cock and tell him that he looks so much better when he's all messed up for you and he just. melts completely. like feels like he's gonna fall through the floor.

he cries when he cums. sobs a little as he finally gets relief then melts into your bed like a pile of wet sand as you finish yourself off and overstimulate him a little in the process.

after all is said and done - he falls asleep basically immediately after the high.

when he wakes up the next day - you haven't left. he's like kind of nuzzled up in your arms (which. is wild bc he has always hated physical touch but? apparently not with you)

when you stir awake, you're immediately whistling. you even press a kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face.

"you awake? feel okay?" you hum, so stupidly tender and scaramouche has to fight every urge to push you away.

"im...fine. you're still here," he says unhelpfully. you chuckle.

"yeah. figured you would start spiraling if i left in the middle of the night"

he is horrified at the accuracy.

"it's weird when you're being all...nice to me,"

"its a lot easier since i realize you just wanted to be put in your place," you say with a knowing him. scaramouche elbows you "it's cute, it's cute. don't kill me,"

"you're annoying,"

"yeah, i know. i wiped you down a bit but we should shower and i gotta make sure you're not too hurt anywhere,"

"i'm not a flower,"

"i was bein' pretty rough and its my job to take care of you,"

"why would that be your job?"

"cause im a responsible sexual partner and we're seeing each other, i figure?"

he flushes at the implication. he doesn't want to think about it as he cuddles himself into your side. ugh. whatever.

"who said that?"

"do you want me to see other people?"

"i'll kill you,"

"that's what i thought,"

scaramouche hates it but does not have the confidence to protest you.

scaramouche realizes with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he is the most submissive brat in the fucking world

he decides not to think about it for a while

[ppinksun]

im collecting blue brats 💙

[sgrimp]

ship pairs and thier sons imagined

[throwaway-yandere]

Naganohara Yoimiya

We don't need to hear that right now, Kuni!

(L/n) (Y/n)

...

Kunikuzushi

Tch.

Kunikuzushi

If you have something to say, then say it, (L/n).

[kaeyx]

I've seen it before and there's a poly zai³ but think about it, poly Scara, Wanderer and Kabukimono. Tbh, I'd say Kabukimono would be an angel, he's so submissive and sweet, he's always at your feet for affection and attention. Scara though? He's so fucking mean, holding you down as he fucks you, pulling your hair, tugging at your nipples, slapping your cheeks, spitting in your mouth. BUT WANDERER??? He's pretty neutral tbh, he's not too nice but he's not an asshole unlike someone... (*cough*scara*cough*) he can be so sweet, he's the one that usually takes care of you, he is the perfect balance he's not too clingy (kabuki) and he's not as emotionally unavailable (scara.)

Yes omg I love the scara poly idea so much...

Kabukimono is an angel, so naive and sweet, so trusting, so addictive. He follows you around like a little lost puppy, wide lavender eyes looking at you with such naked adoration, he doesn't even know he's supposed to be bashful about it. The way he tugs on your elbow and happily climbs into your lap and asks you all manner of questions, it makes your head spin. Like a sweet lamb, or a fawn, trusting you unequivocally, it's hard to resist him. Doesn't even know what he's asking for when his body feels all weird and starts craving you, and he brings your hand to his tummy where it feels all warm and buzzing.

Scaramouche on the other hand is a real piece of work, snarking at you all the time. You wonder if he even likes you, since he's always ignoring you and refusing to touch you. But that makes it all the more satisfying when you manage to get your hands on him and rough him up a little. He's so pretty when he cries, his face scrunched up and burning with shame, trying to bite and claw his way to dominance even as his cunt spasms and trembles around your fingers. He sounds the best when he finally breaks down and begs you to stop.

Wanderer is.... different. It's like rediscovering something you never knew you had. He's a bit bashful, sure, and he's horrible at PDA. But he likes to sit next to you and hold your hand sometimes, and follows you everywhere to make sure you're safe. He still doesn't believe you like him or want him, and he blows off all your sweet words, but you know they're slowly getting to him.

[bobamilkghost]

[xiaoscarasimp]

Cat Boi Scara Self Indulgence

It was another typical day with him. The snarkiness. The drama. The condescending looks. The attitude. It wasn’t his fault; it just came with the nature of being a cat. Or in this case: cat-boy hybrid. Scaramouche looked mostly human save for the cat ears atop his head and the long tail attached to his tailbone. He also had slightly sharper canines than a normal person but those were negligible. 

“ Hey Y/N can we have fish for dinner tonight?” Scaramouche asked, peering over the couch,  his ears twitching with anticipation, his tail almost wagging. “I want the high class stuff, though, not that stupid tilapia you keep buying. I’m worth more than that. I’m at least worth some Cod or Chilean Sea Bass.” He had a rather smug grin on his face, nodding in agreement with himself.

“Scara, please. Fish is expensive and I don’t like fish.” you complain. “Why does it always have to be what *you* want and never what I want? Can’t we just have a nice steak for once?”

Scaramouche leaps off the couch, now angry that you dared to deny him what he wanted. His tail thrashed angrily. He walked over to you where you were in the kitchen gathering ingredients for dinner and attempted to pin you against the counter, violet eyes seething in rage. You, however, had experienced this many times and dodged nimbly, and gave him a quick pat on the head. 

“Need I remind you that you’re the pet and I’m the master?” You state sternly. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull his face close. “If you want, we can have fish tomorrow but you have got to stop being so demanding. Tonight, we are having steak and I’m gonna sleep alone tonight. You have your own room, use it.” You let go of his shirt and push him away, eager to get back to cooking. 

Scaramouche looked at you partially in rage, partially in panic that you were abandoning him. He started sputtering apologies, but you couldn’t hear him over the sizzling steaks in the pan and the overhead fan whirring away trying to clear out the smoke. He goes back to sitting on the couch, sitting with his knees in his chest, ears drooping and tail over his feet. How could he be so stupid he thought to himself. He hated sleeping alone; he would cry for hours until morning, missing his masters warmth. Scaramouche needed those cuddles to fall asleep. 

“Scara, dinners ready!” you call from the kitchen. “Come and eat! I cooked your steak extra rare for you.” 

Scaramouche reluctantly came to the dinner table and sat down. You serve up the steaks: tonight's steak of choice was ribeye and even though his face  seemed displeased with the fact that you were having steaks tonight, the ear perking up and the stomach rumble told you otherwise. You ate in silence, the sound of your forks scraping against the plate was the only sounds in the house. 

After you clean up, you bid Scaramouche good night and that you will see him in the morning. Scaramouche looked at you in panic, mouthing “Don’t go. I don’t want to be abandoned again. Not again.” His ears pressed against his head, scared to death. He tried to sneak in as you were closing the door to your room, but you closed it before he could even move. For the next hour, he kept calling to you, apologizing and saying he would do better, but you had your headphones in with the music, maybe a tad too loud to drown out his constant crying. 

A few hours later, you head towards the kitchen, almost tripping over his body curled up in a fetal position, cheeks stained with tears. Scaramouche was only wearing one of your shirts, presumably stolen at one point.  He was mumbling in his sleep, apologizing to you and something about his mother. Scaramouche never spoke about his past since arriving at your house and every time you’d attempt to ask, he’d hiss at you saying it was none of your business. 

He looked so weak, a stark contrast to the constant front he put up. You bent down and patted his head, feeling pity for the poor cat boy. Scaramouche grabbed the hem of your pajamas in his sleep, preventing you from leaving. “Y/N don’t leave me like the others,” he murmured in his sleep. 

Luckily for you, you give him a few taps attempting to wake him up enough to convince him to wake up enough to let go. You pick up Scaramouche and bring him to your bed, placing him down gently. Sighing, you climb into bed, glass of water forgotten. As soon as you lie down, Scaramouche feels your warmth and cuddles up next to you, clinging on to you for dear life. You wipe away the tears on his face and giving him a kiss on the forehead, admiring how fragile and beautiful he looked. You fell asleep stroking his silky hair, comforting yourself and him as well. 

The next morning, Scaramouche groggily woke up to the smell of breakfast, wondering how he got into his master’s bed. He started the day like any other day: sitting in a W-like position, pawing at his ears to clean them and his face as well. You peek your head in to let Scaramouche know that breakfast was ready, and no matter how many times you’ve seen this routine, you found it adorable every time. 

“Hey, Scara,” you calmly call, not wanting to startle him. “Breakfast is ready. I made your fave grilled salmon along with some tamago-yaki.” His ears perked up at the mention of the fish, tail thrashing excitedly. 

“Get dressed before you come down!” 

Scaramouche sighed; he really liked this shirt because it was the first thing you gave him when he arrived beside the collar marking him as yours. You had given him plenty of clothes in various colors and patterns, ranging from red and blacks to blues and whites. This morning he picked his favorite  blue and white top with wind-like patterns on it and black shorts, signaling he was in a good mood. Whether it was international or not, he always wore blues and whites when he was in a good mood and black and reds when he was being a cranky kitty. 

Scaramouche scrambled downstairs, not wanting the fish to get cold. He sat at the table, mouth watering and  eyes glowing at the site of the fish on his plate. There were also a few tamago-yaki on his plate along with some bread. Although you knew that milk was bad for him, you couldn't help but to serve it this morning as a token of apology.  

“Now, Scara, what do we say before we eat?” You reminded him to use proper table manners.

“Thanks for the meal!” Scaramouche excitedly said while shoving a piece of fish in his mouth. Within seconds, the fish was gone, you wondering if he even remembered to breathe while eating. He thrust the plate in the air, exclaiming “Seconds!!”

“Hold on, hold on. First let me eat a bit of my bread and tamago-yaki. Also, you haven’t touched your bread or tamago-yaki.” 

“Eggs are gross,” he grumbled. You flashed him a stern look, and he reluctantly ate the tamago-yaki, small bite by small bite at a time, a look of disgust on his face. You reach across the table, giving him a few chin scritches which causes him to purr and his tail to twitch happily. God damn, he was adorable, you thought to yourself. 

Scaramouche looks annoyed and lazily tries to swat your hand away, but in his heart of hearts, he’s just embarrassed that not only does have such a simple weak spot but his purring and tail twitches betray him everytime. 

 After eating two of your own tamago-yaki, you serve him another helping of fish, his eyes light up and his mouth starts watering. Scaramouche’s tail twitches excitedly and as soon as the plate was set down, he immediately devours the fish. Chuckling to yourself, you gently rub his head as he tries to give you a look that says “I want more,” but sadly there is no more fish to be had for the time being. 

For such a small cat boy, he sure could eat! 

As you get dressed for the day, he pops his head in asking where you were going. “The same place I go every day :work,” you reply. “Someone’s gotta work to feed your hungry ass that expensive fish you want all the time.” 

“But you will come back right?” Scaramouche asks, a worried look appears on his face. 

“Of course!” You rub his ears one more time for good measure. “Look, you might be a massive pain in my ass but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to return. Besides, my favorite part of the day is seeing you after a long day at work.” Upon hearing this, he blushes and slinks back towards the living room, mumbling under his breath. 

You smile and tell Scaramouche you’re leaving for the day and before you shut the door, you hear him grumble but swore you could make out the words “Travel safe.” 

It was another day with your cat boy. He could be prickly, but at the end of the day, he was just a bit of a tsundere or even a bit of a hime-dere.  Scaramouche was your beloved cat boy, and you were his master, two fates intertwined.

This is my first fan fic in a looong time! It was supposed to turn smutty but then I cock blocked my self out of it :pain: Possible part 2(?)

Let me know what you think <3

[neulicius]

bwee :p

[chaoflaka]

What made this event worthwhile:

These puresome gods duos interacting.

[abyssruler]

[zhxngii]

ok but what happened after u tamed brat Scara 🫣🤭

not exactly done cause i fell asleep (lolz) but he's whiny now... i'll put some more responses during it bc yeah

contents: 18+

just two of my faves responses 🙌

[mankokuzushi]

People who hate scara: idk i just think he’s horrible and rude and I wish he were nicer ☹️ his sad bg story doesn’t redeem his horrible qualities 😡

Me: love this lil motherfucker. He’s not perfect and he shouldn’t be. Step on me bitch.

[draconisvesperi]

stealing from @neferrious because pls this is perfect 😭