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mayaree-darling · 4 months

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Hi i've been binging some of your fics recently and im in love! I saw that you had requests open so I was wondering if you could do scaramouche x fem reader but where reader dresses in jojifuku or other known as cutecore and scaramouche dresses in a baggy 'cool' way and reader gets made fun of for dressing differently?

of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes // scaramouche (modern au)

pairing: Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader

synopsis: look, you may be a cute ball of pastels that can test scaramouche's patience, but you're HIS cute pastel lover. but if anyone messes with you, it's okay - his hands were made to be thrown.

from aree: for @amia-69: thanks for requesting and i hope this was satisfactory. i had too much fun with this so i hope you don't mind if it's a tad long with more scenes than you requested. i also made this a bit more feel-good by being a little silly but it’s still mostly serious, i hope you don't mind!

content: slight stalking and bullying scenario (be warned if triggering); very annoyed Scara means swearing; i'm in silly writer mode rn so this is a mix of crack and serious writing; slightly unhinged reader but hey so is scaramouche; praying this ain't OOC; fully accepted this is cringe; fem reader

fic length: 4k~ (unedited)

Scaramouche isn't dumb. He can tell anyone who sees him is asking it in their head.

How the fuck did you two end up together?

There was nothing soft looking about him besides the hair he inherited from his mother. He was his mother but with sharper lines, edges, and words. His eyes were almost a permanent glare if he didn't look bored or annoyed at everyone and everything. He always seemed to wear dark clothing, accompanied by the right amount of chains or belts here and there to complete the look, but they suited him nicely. If anything, he wore them best than most. If he wore anything less than clothes that didn't hang off his body he looked uncomfortable. Didn't mean he didn't hear enough older people talking about his choice of clothes though.

So when he first stood next to you on the fruits and vegetables aisle at the grocery store, he realized how you two stood at different ends of the fashion spectrum. He was there with his mother for their weekly food restock and ended up getting left behind when he went to check something on his phone (typical. How may times had this happened?) When he blinked, gone was his mom, and there beside him stood you, looking at a bunch of melons.

"This shit's overpriced, the hell." you grumble it under your breath, but Scaramouche heard it loud and clear. The snort he lets out isn't unnoticed by you and you turn to him, eyebrows raised. You look at him up and down before your eyes land back to his, and he frowns.

Goddamn it, here we go. He's heard his mom talk his ear off about the clothes this morning and he wasn't gonna hear it from anyone else. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss you to next Tuesday, but you beat him to it.

"I like the eyeliner," Scaramouche stares at you incredulously, and almost as a final nail into the coffin that he heard you right, you nod in approval. You tilt your head to the side. "I gotta say though. I think eyeshadow would look a lot better. Maybe... red? Just a bit at the corners. It would look a lot nice with your eye color and would make them pop considering you wear a lot of dark shades."

Scaramouche gapes at you. He's used to getting cussed out or getting the occasional talking to about his choices in life, but fashion advice was the last thing he expected to get from some stranger in the fruits aisle.

"Thanks..." he eventually lets out. He finally takes a moment to look you up and down and wonders how the hell did he not notice you sooner when you stood out from everything like a sore thumb.

Scaramouche didn't know there were so many shades of pink in the world. Or maybe he never noticed since he never wore clothes like that, and if he was honest, he spent time with people who didn't wear that color at all. Seeing it now was like a jumpscare, just a lot softer considering it's not like you posed any actual threat but slightly still as surprising considering people randomly approaching him first was so rare. If you weren't wearing a shade of pink, you were wearing some pastel shade of another color. Pastel blue, pastel purple, white lace here and there. The skirt you wore was so frilly you looked like you were walking around with a pink cloud. You looked... soft. That was the best summary Scaramouche could put together in the amount of time he gave you a once over.

You looked like everything he was not.

"I like... the frills," he inwardly cringed the moment he said it, but he ended up just frowning at you. It was your damn fault for putting him in this position in the first place so why the hell was he the one suffering. It's not his fault he wasn't good at giving other people compliments.

You laugh, and Scaramouche wasn't sure whether he should be glad you didn't take it to heart or be offended that he actually tried his best to give you a compliment only to be shot down. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."

Scaramouche just frowned deeper. Now it feels like you're saying he can't give out a compliment at all. He looks you up and down again and just says what comes to his head on the spot. "You look like the cotton candy sold at the fair across the street. Actually, I think you're a lot more pink than that stuff, but still lighter? Can't tell accurately with how many shades you got going on."

He must've said something good enough for you because you're grinning at him the next second. "That's one of the nicer ones people have said to me."

Scaramouche looks at you in disbelief. "How is that even remotely nice?"

"Well, for one, I know you mean that sincerely. Second, I'll have you know I worked hard to get pretty vibrant pinks that weren't too hard on the eyes, so thanks for confirming that!"

"You made that?" You nod, and Scaramouche nods back slowly in approval, actually impressed. "Not bad."

Your eyes land on his watch and you jolt, looking at the time on your phone. You pick a random melon even when he sees you scowl at the price tag and put it into your basket. Nodding once more to him, you turn around and leave. But as he watches you round the corner, you're running back to his side once more before he can even turn away. The sudden look of alarm on your face, so different from the grin and laughter you had on earlier, immediately has him on edge.

"Please help me," you whisper, but there was no one else in the aisle besides a mother and her baby at the far end. He frowns and looks to the side.

"Do I look like I help people." it came out harsher than he intended, but didn't he give you more than he was already willing to give any other stranger? Now you were just taking advantage of him.

"I need a scary dog right now," you said it so casually and seriously he wasn't sure he heard you right. But your voice echoed correctly in his head and he actually takes a step away from you, face incredulous.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he scoffs, not sure if he was supposed to be offended or it was a compliment from you in some weird way. "The pet shop is right next door. Go get a dog there."

"Please. You know what I mean." you look at him pleadingly and he looks away. No, no, he was not gonna break first. This wasn't his business to deal with. He's done enough for people for the day. Nope.

"Again, go look for that somewhere else. Don't you have a boyfriend to help with this kinda thing?"

You roll your eyes and Scaramouche has half a mind to smack you silly. "If I did, you think I'd be going up to strangers for help?"

"So this is a regular thing, huh?" he takes a step back and you take a step towards him.

"Of course not, you expect this kinda thing to happen sometimes. But I don't want to hide away just ‘cause some people couldn't stay away and mind their own damn business," you shuffle from one foot to another. You cast a hesitant look behind you. His eyes follow.

"What are you even-" he stops. In the corner where he last saw you turn, a hooded man hovered over the bread aisle. For a shelf that only had five pieces of loaves left he was taking his time picking, so that only meant one thing. Scaramouche watched as the man glanced over once in your direction before seemingly turning back to the bread with fake focus.

"I thought I was imagining it. But he’s giving me the evil eyes," your voice is a whisper again.

That's unpleasant. Scaramouche straightened his posture and looked at you directly. If it's a scary dog you needed then so be it.

"What are you waiting for, then?" his voice was loud, not enough to be too distracting, but enough to carry over to the asshole who decided to be a creep for the day. Scaramouche kept his eyes on you. "You need anything else? I got the car running. Let's go if you're ready."

You look up at him like he was a fucking hero and Scaramouche all but does his best to not look as pompous as he felt. He sees the guy step back a little from his view, most likely thinking twice about following you when you're suddenly with company. He all but stares the fucker down until he leaves his line of sight.

Scaramouche breathes a short sigh of relief and he sees you do the same. He wanted to leave it at that, but if the guy was planning to follow you around the mall, he'd probably stick around a bit more. So fucking annoying. Not you, though. Although you were a bit annoying, you've probably been through more today than he had. He takes your wrist lightly.

"Where to next? I have family waiting outside."

You smile, relaxed and familiar. He holds your wrist, but you guide him around the store for a few other things before heading to the counter. When you leave the shop, plastic bags in hand, he motions for you to head to the parking lot and you follow albeit hesitantly, only visibly relaxing when you see a woman standing by a car who looks eerily similar to your rescuer.

"Oh? You have a friend." Scaramouche bites back the retort that almost slips past his lips. What did she mean by that? Of course he had friends. He'd never introduce them to her and her to them but he preferred keeping those two sides of his life away from each other.

"She had a bit of a problem and needed some help," she looks at you once and back to him. She gives him a knowing look but Scaramouche could swear on his grave that what she was thinking was vastly different from what was really going on.

"I see. Will your friend be joining us for dinner?" she looks at you with a soft smile and you return it. Scaramouche has half a mind to facepalm himself, he thanks what shred of patience he has left that he doesn't because you give him a glance.

"Thank you for the offer, but I should really be heading home," you turn to him fully and take the plastic bags from him. "Thanks for... helping me."

He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, you give him a knowing nod before quickly walking away. He watches you walk a few paces before he hears his mom clear her throat. He looks to her, already scowling.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna let her go like that?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Ei sighs. "At least make sure she gets a ride? If you walked her all the way over here, I can guess you wanted to give her a ride home. But that's out of the question now."

"Why are you so invested in this anyway? I just met her today."

"Oh, really? I thought you already knew each other." Ei hums as she rummages her purse for the keys. "You look like a pair. Not quite sure what kind, but definitely a pair of something. I think she’s rather cute."

He curses silently before jogging to catch up to you. He finds you standing by the bus stop. When you turn to him, you smile.

"Thanks for helping me again."

"You know I was planning on dropping you off at your place, right? Thought that was kinda clear with what I said at the grocery."

"Nah. I'd bothered you enough. Don't wanna bother your sister either." you grin at him, shuffling from foot to foot again, now with a pep in your step.

"First off, that was my mom, not my sister." you repeat the word 'mom' silently before looking at him with barely suppressed admiration, and Scaramouche barely holds himself back from groaning. "Second, it's fine. You're not scared that guy's gonna follow you home?"

"I'll be in a bus full of people. If he tries anything I'll scream my head off." you laugh. Scaramouche can hear a shred of doubt in your voice, but he doesn't say anything else. There's a pause of silence before you look at him from the corner of your eye and hum. "Y'know. I don't know how to properly thank you."

He waves you off. "Forget about it."

"How about I treat you?" you turn to him fully, like he just didn't brush you off. "I know a cafe by the train station that makes really good matcha lattes."

"What makes you think I even like matcha?" he sighs, but he thinks about it for a second. And then another second. Scaramouche blinks before he turns to you with a deadpan face. "You're just trying to take advantage of my scary dog privilege or whatever you call it."

"Maybe? Who knows?"you grin mischievously. "I'm serious about treating you to a meal, though. I owe you one. If you want you can just take the meal and forget about ever seeing me again."

Scaramouche sighs. Surely, it wouldn't hurt...?

"Alright then. When's our date?" You blink at him in surprise before laughing.

When people ask him how you two got together, he says you treated him to matcha for saving your life and you just hit it off. When they ask you to confirm, you excitedly show a picture of the two of you in the cafe of your first date. Should anyone try to mention the foam of milk from the matcha latte gathered around the top of his lips or the cat ears you had graciously edited onto the top of his head, Scaramouche is quick to silence them with a murderous look, almost the very same one he has on in the picture.

Some might think why doesn’t he just ask you to stop showing the photo to people? It’s enough for you to confirm that you got together over drinks, end of story. But as he watches and listens to you recount how you met again, the smile on your lips and the laughter that slips past and the grin as you show all the pictures - he can’t imagine saying no.

Why would he make you stop when you’re so happy?

That’s what he thinks now, as he sees the frown on your face.

He thought people already understood. He let you tell the story over and over even though it got on his nerves time and time again because it made you happy, yes, but also so people saw who they were messing with if they ever even thought of messing with you. This city was a small one - if people didn’t know him from his mother, they surely have heard of him and his friends. This city was the kind where word travelled fast if you were even in any social circle. If not for that, they would have surely seen him walking around with you with all the places you wanted to see.

He underestimated how dumb people could be.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes before frowning. He pocketed his phone and all but jogged to the park. From a distance, he could see two guys in front of the bench he was sure was where you were supposed to meet. It was the bench he and you stopped at to exchange numbers, so it became a place that meant a lot to you. When he was close, the group of guys looked at his direction, snickering, before heading to the next bench over. Finally, he has a perfect view of you, your head down, holding on to your drink and phone like a lifeline. His drink almost lay forgotten beside you.

He quickly grabbed the drink from your side and sat beside you. From the corner of his eye, he can see the group of guys stealing glances at the both of you, not even trying to hide their laughter and sneers. He’s gripping his drink almost as hard as you were.

“You’re here,” you smile at him, but as quickly as it’s on your face it drops back to a wobbly frown and you look away. “Sorry if I made you hurry, I-”

“What happened? Did they do anything to you?” his voice comes out in a rush but it’s soft, as comforting as he can muster with the situation at hand. He can feel his blood boiling, his senses on high alert.

“No, no, they were just being mean and annoying and I-” you shakily pocket your phone and hold on to his hand. He can feel you shaking and he grit his teeth.

“What did they do? What the fuck did they say?” he was gripping onto the cup so tight he would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t broken yet if he wasn’t so focused on you.

“Nothing important.” he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt, but to make sure you know that he’s here now. You didn’t need to hide anything from him. You just need to tell him. You look up at him and purse your lips. “They just said-”

He hears laughter and immediately whips his head towards the two guys, feeling absolutely feral. The closest one sitting on the edge of the bench flinches for a second, before he meets his glare with a sneer.

“I was wondering what kind of parents would leave their little princess walking around alone like that,” the guy smirks and Scaramouche can feel you flinch under his touch. “But another kid just showed up to pick them up. Where are your parents, kiddies?”

The two guys laugh and Scaramouche can feel his teeth crack with how hard he was biting down. He stands up but you hold on to his hand.

“Just let it go. Let’s just get out of here.” you mumble to him, but the guys heard perfectly.

“Let’s just get out of here~” the other guy copies your voice, all high pitched and mocking and everything that Scaramouche knew you were very much not. “She dresses like a little princess and sounds like one. Aren’t you too old for that?”

They howl with laughter and slowly, Scaramouche feels you let go of him. He looks to you, concerned, but you meet his eyes, your face blank but he knows that look.

Go for it.

With quick strides he’s right beside their bench. They stop for a moment to look at him.

He looks at the matcha latte in his hand and sighs.

What a waste of a drink. You got it for him, too.

“What are you- ARGH!” Scaramouche shakes the cup empty of all it’s content, making sure that each of the guys’ heads had at least a bit of the matcha drink. But Scaramouche was sure he got them both - it was a large drink, after all.

“Pick on someone your own size, you lil’-” the man closest to him goes to stand, but just as he does, Scaramouche raises his own leg and drives a kick right on his knees.

*CRACK*

The man screams in pain, forced to his knees and tending to his newly acquired wound. The other guy stands to try and help, but his form quickly falters as Scaramouche takes one step towards him, eyes blazing. The man doesn’t move, too frightened, as Scaramouche leans down to the man on the ground.

“There you go. Now we’re the same height.”

Scaramouche feels a pull on the back of his shirt and he’s ready to throw his arm back to punch when he sees you. He lets you pull him and you make a break for it as he hears the man crying in pain behind him.

Trees turn to buildings around you both as you leave the park and head to the city center, stopping only when you’re sure the coast is clear. You both take in large breaths of air after running for so long, but even the silence does nothing to make him realize the gravity of what just happened. That’s not the case for you, though.

“Oh, God, I didn’t think you’d do that. The drink, yeah, but...” you say between breaths. You take a shaky laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Was the kick really necessary, though?”

Was that necessary? Scaramouche knew the answer for himself. He walks closer to you.

Why would he let anyone destroy whatever you two had going on? You came as a pair.

"Scara, what are you-" he stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. There's a pause before he lifts his hand and flicks your forehead.

"Talk smack, get whacked."

"I didn't even say anything! And why are you hitting me?!"

There’s a pause as he runs his teeth over his lower lip.

“Hey… you.”

“Wow, I thought by now you knew my name,” you sneer at him. “You telling me you still don’t know it?”

He inhales before he says your name softly. You gape at him, suddenly aware of how serious he’s gotten. “You’re happy with… yourself, right…?”

“Of course I am. That’s not even worth asking about,” there’s a doubtful look on your face, but not because of your answer. Your apprehension stems from where this conversation was going.

“Keep being happy, then.” Scaramouche rubs the knuckles of your hand with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your palm. He smirks at you. “If anyone else says otherwise, a drink over their head and broken kneecaps are the least of their concerns.”

“Now, come on,” he doesn’t let go of your hand and you make no mention of it. “We still gotta stop by Nahida’s, right?”

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❀BONUS❀

“Your mom’s gonna kill us when she finds out what you did.”

“Nah. She’d be fine with it.” Scaramouche scoffs.

“Find out what?” Ei appears by the kitchen doorway and looks at you both expectantly. You turn to Scaramouche, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn’t flinch or even stop chopping the melon.

“I poured a drink over some guy who said Matcha was acting too much like a kid,” Scaramouche answers easily, passing you a melon slice. “Also might have broken their knee, but we didn’t get to see.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Ei-”

“That’s it?” Ei leans on the kitchen counter and to your surprise, looks at Scaramouche with disappointment. “You should’ve broken a bone or two more.”

You blink as they continue talking about how best to have handled the situation; all their solutions involved hurting someone.

Well, you guess Scaramouche must have had to got it from someone in the family.

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prttykittes · 4 months

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୨୧₊♱ " 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! "

☆ ー 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: scaramouche uses a vibrator on his dick !

☆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: nsfw content. no mention of reader, just a drabble about scara. vibrator. male masturbation.

☆ ー 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: mwa mwaaah ! ! little smut gift for you because you're a sweetheart and i love your works !

The buzzing sound of the vibrator was deafening to his ears. His face was flushed, hot with shame. No one was there to see him, and yet he still felt the need to hide his face in the bedsheets. Scaramouche's eyes were watering with tears of pleasure, his legs quivering and threatening to give out any second. His dick throbbed with a painful intensity, his balls tight with need for release. It was driving him mad. He wanted to cum, to be finally released from the intense feeling of his balls being forced to hold his load, but at the same time, it felt too good to stop.

Scaramouche was currently laying on his stomach, ass up and knees spread to expose his asshole and dick. The vibrator was strapped around his cock and balls, the little machine vibrating against his member and the skin around it. He had been edging himself for over an hour now, and he was about to reach his breaking point. His cock was drooling with precum, the thick liquid oozing down his shaft. His ass was loose, the hole stretched out from previous sessions. Scaramouche felt like he was going crazy, his body shaking and twitching as his dick was abused by the vibrator.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He needed to cum, the pain and pleasure mixing together in an unbearable sensation.

Scaramouche moaned pathetically, his body trembling and his eyes rolling back as his orgasm hit him. His balls clenched and his cock twitched violently, the vibrator forcing him to cum against his will. Rope after rope of hot cum shot from his dick, coating his thighs and the bedsheets. Scaramouche's mind went white with pleasure, his orgasm sending him over the edge. His body shook and spasmed as he came, the sensation of his orgasm being prolonged by the vibrator being almost painful. He let out a strangled moan as he rode out his orgasm, his body eventually going limp.

Scaramouche lay on the bed, panting heavily as he came down from his high. His dick was still sensitive and his balls were empty, but the intense feeling of pleasure was gone. He was satisfied, at least for the moment.

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scarafvcker · 3 months

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synopsis: wanderer has trouble shooing away a persistent seelie (i.e. seelie!reader doesn’t wanna leave him alone)

cw: VERY SELF INDULGENT BC I GOT THE BLUE SEELIE JUST TO MATCH WITH WANDERER 🥰🥰, wanderer being a menace and reader being even more of a menace to him, mini-seelie!gn!reader

word count: 900+

wanderer sat atop a tree branch, watching as all the people passed by below—a crucial part of his daily schedule which he had earned after gaining his newfound identity. after spending hours upon hours of his day surrounded by his fellow vahumana scholars, he needs a place to be alone and free from their annoying attempts at small talk and what better place than a place where nobody else could or even think about going?

up in the trees, he could be all by himself—save for the few kittens that climb up and cozy themselves up beside him. up in the trees, all he could hear was the muffled chatter of passersbys’ that was quickly swept away by the sound of the wind in his ears and soft purring of the cats beside him. up in the trees, everything was as expected until it wasn’t—until he heard a noise he’d never heard in his entire existence right beside him.

wanderer nearly jumped off the tree out of surprise, looking over to see the ginger cat that was playing with his vision just a second ago now swatting its paw at a glowing orb floating beside him. the orb was as blue as the sky with a bright white light glowing from deep within itself and two bunny-like ears on the top of its spherical body. he watched as the orb flew around the cat, a sound akin to a cat’s purring resonating from it. the orb looked familiar yet wanderer just couldn’t put a name to it—reaching his hand out to poke the creature, his finger phase’s right through it which earns a confused huff from him.

the creature only lets out another purr, the sound quick and high-pitched causing wanderer’s eyes furrow out of frustration and wonder. he decides to just let out a sigh and shift his eyes back to the ground in an attempt to continue his usually peaceful people watching but the creature beside him has other plans, continuously making high-pitched purrs practically right into his ear. a few seconds pass until wanderer scowls and swat his hand in an attempt to shoo away the creature, huffing, “will you just go away? what even are you anyway?”

the creature’s ears shoot up when wanderer’s hand goes through it once again before laying flat on its orb-shaped body. a long and low-pitched coo resonates through the air as the creature flips backwards and floats upside down for a while before shooting right back up and pushing itself into wanderer’s cheek. he scoffs, trying to swat it away only for his hand to fly straight through it just like before, “whatever, just go away.”

wanderer turns his full attention back to the passing people below, trying to tune out the coos and purrs from the creature beside him but the creature is so persistent on being as annoying as possible. he just lets out a groan before gently shoving the kittens away from him and dropping down from the tree and onto the ground below, spooking a couple in the process. wanderer pays them no mind and starts heading for the gates of sumeru city with the floating orb following behind him.

once outside the city, wanderer lifts himself into the air and dashes off as fast as he can only for the creature to effortlessly keep up with him. up and down steep hills and cliffs, over and around rapid rivers and waterfalls, even through enraged camps of hilichurls and abyss mages—the creature doesn’t lose wanderer’s trail even for a second. even when he throws hilichurls into the sky repeatedly slashes through the abyss mages’ elemental shields, the creature stays beside him and purrs in repeated short and shrill coos as if chanting and rooting for him. the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk as he makes quick work of the remaining hilichurls before lowering himself to the ground and fixing his hat.

the creature floats off further into the hilichurl camp, a long, deep, and calming purr resonating from it that seems to draw wanderer in. he follows the orb into a small hut, blinking at the chest he had just been lead to. he looked up from the chest and at the bright blue orb, eyes widening for a second before he scoffs and opens the chest, “unnecessary.” he quickly stuffs a few mora into his pockets and leaves the rest of the contents within the chest before walking away from the camp. “you’re different from other seelies,” he comments, peering over at the creature as it floats beside him, “smaller, rounder, more annoying..”

the seelie lets out a high-pitched trill and shoves itself into his cheek once again only repeatedly this time, letting out a long speech that remained incomprehensible by wanderer. he shook his head, tilting his face to the ground and gently pulling his hat down in an attempt to cover the small grin that had etched itself onto his lips at the seelie’s antics. the seelie swung itself under his hat and swung it off his head in one stroke before using its ear to point directly in his face, the speech still yet to end. wanderer immediately took a step back, a brief look of shock appearing on his face before fading away while he grabs his hat off the ground. he dusts off any dust and grass that ended up on his hat and groaned, “you may be worse than an aranara.”

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haileyywrites · 2 years

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-> I am like you - so never abandon me. In this world, it will be me and you side by side.

-> gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) with platonic brother Scaramouche! Spoilers for Scaramouche and Ei's backstories! Scaramouche is referred to by his real name!

-> Small mentions of death - not detailed! Unhealthy family dynamics?

Kunikuzushi came into this world as a mere experiment into the making of pupets. He wasn't meant to resemble the Electro Archon as he was merely a test to the limits of such technology.

While Ei didn't expect much to anything from it, yet she was still disappointed in him or rather disappointed of how he turned out. He was too emotional, too human perhaps, for her desired outcome. An imperfection.

This did not deter her, however. The second time she decided to create a puppet, she wanted something closer to the end result she wished. So, she created you. But even you were not what she hoped for.

Yes, you did resemble her - like how a child would resemble their mother, but that was not what she wanted. As neither of you aged or changed it was easy to mistake Kunikuzushi as your twin - the resemblance between you two was even more apparent than with your mother!

But what Ei seeked was a clone-like puppet to rule Inazuma in her stead - under her command, while she would seek Eternity for Inazuma in the plane of Euthymia. Neither of you fit into her standards, as she saw you to be too kind hearted, too human to rule the nation of eternity.

So you were cast out. Simply thrown away like used toys after she finished playing with them... She saw this as a kindness - but it seemed more like she felt guilty. That she felt like she owed you two that much after giving you life when you clearly felt like any other human.

Together you would stumble through the country side as wanderers, all while trying to learn everything about the world around you. Endlessly seeking something. Something to give you meaning to your existence, a reason to life. But if your own creator - your own mother turned you away, what purpose could your life possibly serve?

No matter where or how far you wandered together, it never ended well for you or those around you... They would either betray you or die - which your brother saw as another form of betrayal. Especially when the small boy had promised to...

At least through it all, you had each other. During the freezing nights spent sleeping outside - huddled together to avoid the biting winds, or days were you had to resort into leaning against one another after not having eaten in days. Helping each other through every nightmare...

Though you might not have completely noticed it, but all your hardships had changed Kunikuzushi over time. He was colder and more suspicious of others - always asking after their intentions. He smiled and laughed less... It was what he had to do to make sure he would never be betrayed again, it was to keep you both safe.

You were the only one to never betray him, and the only constant in his life... He knew he could always count on you, but he was becoming more paranoid. He kept thinking and dreaming of you either dying - with him unable to protect you, or you joining with the rest of the world in betraying him.

In a twisted sense, he was rather glad you were meek and dependent on him. It lowered the chances of you betraying him, unless influenced by someone else - which he wouldn't let happen. As well your own fear of abandonment wouldn't allow that to happen. But not to worry, as he was just as loyal to you. He would never let anyone or anything harm you, just as long as you stood by his side loyaly.

As he decended from his hopeful, happy and naive personality, he would come to cherish it in you. He wanted protect this part of you at all costs. You could still see the world in that sweet innocent way after all that happened to you, while he couldn't afford to do so - lest he put you both in danger. It was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make for you.

Even when the Fatui picked you up and he became the Balladeer, he wasn't opposed to hurting his fellow Harbingers or any Fatui member if they dared to threatened you or your life. You were his light in the darkness and the reason he actually wanted to create the world the Tsaritsa spoke of.

He never let you see that side of him though, you never met Scaramouche and for good reason. To you he was simply Kunikuzushi - your older brother, who protected you - even if his protection meant essentially locking you inside, unless with him of course.

The Fatui and its Harbingers essentially hated and despised him. He was cruel and never in a good mood, often screaming for any reason to anyone. While with you he was sweet and gentle, making jokes and doing menial tasks to keep you entertained.

You were the last piece of Kunikuzushi he had left and he would let you - and only you, keep it.

After seeing his backstory I've just been wanting to hold and comfort him - so I'm just milking out content from that, but I do have others coming ^^3

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apompkwrites · 2 years

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the making of a god || scaramouche

masterlist characters: scaramouche (platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter 3 act iii, scaramouche spoilers, character death, injuries summary: how did things end up this way? how did you go from a doll to something more? notes: trying to get back into writing genshin :) had my hoco yesterday and my booster shot right before that. i'm so tired but i still finished the new archon quest :D parts: [the making of a god (1)] || [the betrayal of a god (2)] || [the loss of a god (3)]

"hng... ngh... nnn..."

"just a bit longer," was all you could hear. you couldn't see anymore, but that was your normal now. they had long since taken your eyes.

"haaaah... blugh... ku... mm..."

"ah, there we are," he hummed, the poking and prodding at your insides finally stopping. it was a strange sensation, feeling anything that is. you weren't made for this, so why? why did you suddenly feel things?

ah, was it then? perhaps it was.

you could recall the very moment you opened your eyes. a woman with long purple hair stared down at you, here eyes occasionally flicking upwards.

"let's get you sitting up, shall we?" she had hummed, flicking her wrist. as if she had you on strings (which she did, you would later learn), your body moved on its own. you were "sat up" as she called it and the world turned sideways. She seemed pleased with herself as she nodded and, with another flick of her wrist, your head turned to your left.

sitting beside you was a boy, dressed in the same white garb as you. he had the same purple hair as the woman did but his eyes were duller than hers. they were glassy, blobs of tears running down his round cheeks. his face seemed to emulate yours, a wide look of wonder and awe present on his doll-like face. if he looked like you, did you have tears running down your face too?

"now stand," the woman commanded, both of your heads turning back to her. despite her command, neither of you moved. your bodies remained stagnant. and all the woman did was sigh, her hands moving together at the same time. "...i see."

this time, your bodies did move. the woman moved her hands and walked out of the room, you and the other boy following behind her. she stood at a terrace overlooking a world that was... colorful, to say the least. plenty of bright colors that you couldn't identify filled your vision.

and soon it was all you saw as you and the boy were left in a place with many vibrant colors. the woman stared the two of you down before turning away, hurrying off, and disappearing into the colors.

the next time the colors changed, you were finally able to move. the boy helped you up at first. apparently, he figured out how to move by "observing the surrounding fauna" as he claimed, a string dangling in front of his face. what a smart boy.

you clung to his arms, your hands clasped around his in a vice grip. you couldn't feel anything at first except a slight tingling in your fingertips. and then there was a tingling in your feet and a little tickle that was barely distinguishable from it.

"we were given names," the boy began, keeping his hands on your arms to steady you. "m...mother told me. before you woke up." when you didn't respond, he took it as a sign to continue. he reached up and moved the string out of his face and then moved his hand to brush a part of your veil out of yours. "you were called (name). and i... kunikuzushi."

"ku..." your lips moved like his, copying the words that left his mouth just a moment before. "kuni...kuzu...shi. kuniku... zushi..."

"kunikuzushi," the two of you said together. "(name)."

"kunikuzushi. (name)."

kunikuzushi and (name). that was all you knew how to say at first. perhaps you were defective. kunikuzushi didn't like to say that but it was a word you had heard from him. he liked to call you different. younger. precious.

and you only knew how to call him by his name or by the little syllables that made it up. you often yelled out for him as you got used to "walking" as he explained. you waddled around aimlessly, occasionally tripping over the strings that tangled up around your feet and ankles.

kunikuzushi only laughed lightly, helping you back up to your feet and brushing away the "leaves" and "petals" that clung to your veil. and then he would take your hand, promising to keep you steady as you walked away from where you were "abandoned".

you learned a lot of words from kunikuzushi during that trip. you learned a lot of words from your big brother.

"monster" was the first word you learned from someone other than your brother. "monster!" the boy cried out as he held up his hammer in defense. you and kunikuzushi stood in his workplace, hand in hand prepared to learn more from him, just as you did the day before. but why was today any different?

why was he so scared of you two? what did "monster" mean and why was he calling you that. that wasn't your name!

"kunikuzushi. (name)," you had tried to explain motioning towards your brother and yourself. it all had to be a misunderstanding, right? maybe he thought "monster" was your name, right?

"monster!" he hurled his hammer at you, the edge he used to flatten the weapons thumping against your chest. a dull pounding resounded in the spot the hammer had hit.

kunikuzushi cried out to you as you fell, his hand shakily hovering over the hole that now appeared on your body. you whimpered, clutching onto his kimono sleeve. he shushed you, hurriedly covering your face with your veil and scooping you up into his arms, running away as the boy continued to cry out "monster! monster!"

"promise" was the second word you learned from someone other than your brother.

the boy was smaller this time and kunikuzushi had to remind you that, no, this was not the same "monster" boy that caused the hole in your chest. this boy was giggly, holding up his hands to you and kunikuzushi.

"fluff" flowers surrounded the three of you and the boy only giggled more when the fluff was caught in your hair and in your brother's clothes. his laughs grew louder when you pointed at the fluff that also covered him.

"promise to come back?" he asked the day you met him. you looked over at kunikuzushi, your precious big brother who always knew what to say. he glanced over at you before nodding to the boy.

"we promise." and you would "fulfill" that promise as your brother said. you came back the next day. and the next. and the next. the next. the next. the next.

and you continued to return every day, even when the boy was in no mood to laugh, his parents nowhere to be found. you continued to return every day until you didn't need to anymore, having permanently moved into his home because he was "ill".

you didn't know what that meant at first. you figured it was something big as your brother always coddled the boy, especially when he was unable to move like you and kunikuzushi upon your "birth".

"promise... to come back?" he had asked you the last day you saw him.

"only if you promise to be here when we do," kunikuzushi replied. and the boy nodded, his doll clutched in his hand and a little cough escaping his lips.

he didn't fulfill his promise.

the lavender melon your brother cradled in his arms fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to the side as you almost fell to your knees. you managed to stay standing before rushing over to the boy, your hands landing on his shoulders.

"you promised..." you whimpered, shaking him. "you promised... promised, promised, promised...!"

you and your brother left that very night, the only remnants of the house being the small doll the boy had "died" with. your brother trembled as the place you used to live in burnt to the ground, the boy's body still inside.

"let's go," he urged, tugging you over to the path that was covered in snow. he paused for a moment, lifted a conical hat onto his head, adjusted your veil to cover your face, and returned to the road.

it was just you two, he promised. just the two of you from now on.

he promised... and yet here you were. dangling in the air with tubes and rods shoved into your body. it was the same as your birth, your body no longer under your control. you felt like you still had strings attached to your limbs. the hole in your chest was now blocked by a single tube that led to some sort of box if you remembered correctly.

your eyes were taken near the beginning of this "project" as the man called it.

"our god will need them more than you," he explained when you asked. and when you asked why all you felt was searing pain from your body, he would only respond with a single word, "test". when you asked why you could no longer feel your leg, he told you "our god is in need of one."

kunikuzushi, you wanted to cry out. you could still feel tears running down your cheeks. did you look like him when he was first born? kunikuzushi, please!

he promised. he promised it would just be you two. and he betrayed you. did he even know? did he even care?

maybe you could think about that after you slept. you were awfully tired. what a new and interesting feeling.

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lexsssu · 5 months

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Fate (Scaramouche)

TAGS: Scaramouche/Dragoness!reader, dirty talk, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Hey, hey, hey...so where’s the strong, defiant dragoness I met all that time ago? All I see right now is a lewd woman who craves nothing except to be impregnated by my seed,” the Fatui harbinger slammed his hips harshly against your rump, watching gleefully as your soft skin rippled and reddened with each smack of his hips and hands. “That’s what you wanted in the first place, right? To get my attention by acting so haughtily only to practically jump on my cock as soon as the situation allowed it.”

Scaramouche had you right where he wanted, on all fours with your head planted on the soft bedding while your hips were raised up high. One hand groped your breasts, molding and squeezing the soft tits that practically overflowed from his hand before pinching and pulling at your nipples until they shone a bright pink.

“Figures that only a strong, capable man like myself can tame a wild beast like you,” oh how he enjoyed the chase, the challenge you tried futilely to pull only to fall into his hands in the end. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to pump every last drop of my load into your greedy cunt and bless you with the honor of mothering ALL my children.”

He could still remember the day he first met you, how you glared at him with those haunting molten gold eyes the moment he tried to approach you and the Traveler. Even back then you already knew of the energy that rippled beneath his skin, of the dark thoughts he harbored to all those he deemed as nothing but pieces and pawns in the grand scheme of the Tsaritsa’s plans.

You weren’t a saint by any means, but neither were you a ruthless vagabond like him who did atrocious acts for his archon and himself.

Firm yet soft, strong yet kind, proud yet humble.

You are everything he wasn’t and maybe that was your first and only mistake. Had you been just as naive as the Traveler or perhaps as skeptical or skittish as some of the other residents of Mondstadt then mayhaps you wouldn’t have found his attention on you in the first place.

But he supposes that perhaps it was all meant to be from the start.

You were meant to be underneath him like this, offering your body for him to partake of until you were utterly drenched in his essence both inside and out.

Bruises and bite marks littered your soft skin like paint on a canvas, all of them courtesy of the young man that plowed into you with sadistic glee. Luckily since you were a dragon, the roughness you were taken with only served to heighten your pleasure as you were made of stronger material than any human or being in this world. That was why the electro-user felt that you were simply made for him, why he could rough you up as much as he wanted and you’d still want more from him.

“You like the sound of that? Of becoming my little wife and bringing you all the way to Snezhnaya and Inazuma where I could fuck you every day?” His dark blue eyes almost looked pitch-black with how dark they were as his thoughts ran to the image of you waiting for him every single day to bless you with his cock and seed like a good little slut.

All for him.

In the coming months, your belly swelled with life and Scaramouche became even more insatiable than he already was.

Meanwhile, the other Fatui harbingers and agents felt dread within their souls at the thought of a Mini-Scaramouche wreaking havoc amongst the populace.

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cerberuscaeli · 1 year

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Genshin AU; Scaramouche x Female Reader

Summary: After an accident, you somehow end up being labeled as one of the victims his girlfriend, all due to an assumption from a stranger that passed it along to the paramedics. And after waking up and using this as an excuse to figure out how he was doing, you end up in a web full of lies where you have to pretend to be his girlfriend while figuring out a way to escape this all.

Pairings: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi x F!Reader

Genre: Alternate Universe / AU

Warnings: Detailed description of an accident, mentions of an accident, mentions of (heavy) injuries (eg broken bones, etc), mentions of the ICU, some curse words, mentions of dying/dead but nothing character wise. Loads of angst. I don't have experience with accidents or medical stuff, chances of a lot of mistakes about that. English is not my native language, and this can contain grammar and spelling mistakes. // Let me know if I missed any other warnings!

Words: 3.3k

AN: Longest chapter/fic I've typed out so far! This will be a series but I don't know how many chapters it will contain or when a new chapter will be released. I also put so much effort in this one so I really hope y'all like it.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated if you want to help me in boosting my work.

You drummed with your fingers on your steering wheel as you stood in front of the stop lights, waiting for the red light to turn green. It was late, the streets were quiet and empty, and due to it being winter, the sky turned dark fast. You turned the volume a bit up, looking around the empty streets. And while most people would take advantage of this situation, you didn’t mind waiting a bit. You didn’t have to be anywhere, you just finished getting some groceries and were heading back to your dorm.

Your eyes landed on a figure, standing on the other side of the road across from you, just like you waiting for the lights to spring to green. He was sitting on his bicycle, one hand resting on the side of the street lantern to keep himself in balance so he didn’t have to place his feet on the ground. For a brief moment, your eyes met his. There was a certain familiarity in those but you couldn’t recall a moment where you ever had met him. But maybe he went to the same college as yours and who knows you had gotten a glimpse of him somehow. You slightly shook your head, in time to see the lights turn green and you pressed the gas pedal of the small, rigged car you were driving in.

The motor rumbled as you started to drive, ready to make your turn but having to stop to let the person pass by as your indicator lights flicked on and off, you had to turn into the next street but had to wait for the passenger to cross the road. And then everything happened so fast, a dark car showed up from the dark, tires screeching in hopes to stop yet it still hit the boy on his bicycle. The car swayed, and the driver seemed to lose control over the car as you tried to escape with your car by trying to drive backward but before you could do so, the other car already rammed into the front part of your car as it hit the street light.

Everything around you was spinning, your vision blurry as your hazy mind tried to clear up. Your breath was ragged and you blinked a few times to regain your vision. Your heart was thumping loudly and it took you a few seconds to remember what just happened a few seconds ago. You lifted your head up, taking in the surroundings as adrenaline coursed through your veins. What you saw now was something straight out of a horror movie, scenes you’ve read in the newspapers countless of times from the number of accidents that happened around the world.

The black car had dunked a big part of the front of your car, the driver's seat empty and the door open, and no further trace of the driver. Your eyes scanned the road, remembering a third person was involved in all of this, and that’s when you saw one of the most horrific things you’d never wanted to witness yourself. The boy was laying in the middle of the street, his bicycle a few meters away, which was fully dented and broken.

“Oh hell.” You muttered, voice hoarse and cracking as you blindly reached your hand out for your phone but failed to find it. You tried to remember the steps you had learned from the medical training course you had followed not so long ago. Safety. You had to bring both yourself and the others in safety. “Totally easy.” You grumbled sarcastically to yourself, using sarcasm as a way to keep yourself grounded and to hold back the panic that threatened to take over. “I have to get out first.” You started to talk to yourself, verbally guiding yourself through all of this. You knew you had to hurry, the boys' life depended on your help and it was not the moment to figure out your own injuries, or that was what you told yourself.

You quickly checked the situation you were in. Noticing how your left leg was stuck, it was pretty obvious but on the further side you didn’t notice any other injuries, but maybe that was because the adrenaline was keeping you from feeling the pain. “Here goes nothing.” You breathed, pushing your seat back to free your leg. You let the breath you were holding escape before turning your body towards the back of the car. The right door was getting blocked by the street light, so your only way out seemed to be the right backdoor. You unbuckled yourself, almost falling down as the strap had kept you steady but without it, you no longer had something that kept you up. You forced your body to crawl to the back, hissing and groaning as you tried to not scream from the pain as you kept one goal in mind. Safe the boy. It took you a lot of effort but you managed to get out safely.

You stumbled towards the boy laying on the street, limping as you headed over to him. The white line of the crosswalk was painted in dark red from the male his blood. His face was turned down so you couldn’t see if he had other injuries on his face or not. His body was laying in an unnatural position and no movement seemed to come from him. You carefully kneeled down, clenching your jaw when you felt a surging pain going through your right left, yet forcing yourself to keep lowering yourself. Two of your fingers moved to the side of his neck and while you kept your breath you hoped you could still feel a heartbeat.

Your eyes widened as you got the proof, he was still alive and you could feel his heartbeat against your fingers. Your eyes darted around in hopes to see someone but it was as empty as a place could ever be and yet you screamed. “Somebody! Someone help!” You used all the air you had in your lungs, hoping someone in one of the houses could hear your screaming. “I need help!” You screamed, managing to sound even louder than you were before.

You glanced down when something touched your hand - which was resting on the concrete to support yourself - meeting a pair of indigo eyes staring right up at you. His hand felt cold and instinctively you placed your other hand on his in hopes to warm it up and to let him know he wasn’t alone, in hopes of somehow comforting him. “Hey there.” You greeted him, forcing yourself to sound calm. “My name is Y/N and you’ve been in an accident but help is on the way, okay? All you need to do for me is to stay awake.” You instructed him in a soft tone, even though you weren’t sure if he did hear you or not, or if he even registered anything at all. “Sc…ar…a”, He forced out, his voice breaking and breath ragged as if he tried to force out some words. “Okay, Scara. You are gonna be fine okay? All you need to do for me is stay awake and listen to my voice and don’t move.” You went on, eyes never leaving his as you were afraid that if you would do so he would slip back into his unconsciousness and you knew from movies that it was never a good sign when that would happen.

You shifted your body, biting down on your lip as you groaned but that way you could hold his hand better. “‘M here and I’m not leaving you, okay? I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re safe.” You assured him or rather assured yourself. You couldn’t let him die, but maybe that was more a selfish thought, if he died on you he would leave you behind with guilt and the thought of you being the reason he died, and you didn’t want that to happen. No one wanted to see someone die on their watch.

You moved your eyes back to him, only to see them being closed. “Hey! Hey! Open your eyes! I told you to keep them open! Scara, Scara wake up!” You half screamed and half pleaded. “Please, please, just don’t die.” You begged before mustering up all the air in your lungs. “I need help!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, using all your leftover energy before you slumped down, falling on your back and head hitting the concrete. The adrenaline was fully gone, and now all you could feel was immense pain and tiredness. Everything you had done so far had taken a toll on you. And just when you wanted to give in to it, an unknown voice filled the streets, yelling that the paramedics were on their way and could be there any minute. And that was the last thing before you succumbed to the darkness.

Loud voices along with blaring sirens filled your ears, dragging you back to consciousness as paramedics stood around you. You moved your heavy head aside, seeing the spot beside you empty. “Where is…he-” “He’s on his way to the hospital. Your boyfriend’s gonna be fine.” One of the two paramedics that sat beside you responded. “But he’s not-” “Bring the stretcher! We’ve mobilized her, she’s ready to go!” The other one shouted straight to your words. “-my boyfriend.” You mumbled to finish your sentence, the only two words that the paramedic heard. “He’s at the hospital, they’re taking care of him.” He responded before they hoisted you up the stretcher and pushed it into the ambulance. You wanted to try and fight them, to tell them he was not your boyfriend but no words came out of your mouth as you drifted off once more.

You groaned when you woke up, getting blinded by bright light. “Careful.” A familiar voice scolded as you blinked your eyes open, meeting a pair of amber golden eyes. Xiao, your roommate, and best friend. “How bad is it?” You grumbled as you pushed yourself up, noticing how your left foot felt heavy. “You broke your left leg, and also broke your right wrist. Good combination if you’d ask me. Heavy concussion but you got very lucky, unlike your boyfriend.” Xiao deadpanned as you frowned. Boyfriend? You didn’t have a boyfriend? “Wait, I-” “He’s in the Intensive Care Unit, that’s as much they could tell me, something with me not being a relative to him.” Shrugged. “But you - apparently his girlfriend - will be able to get all the information.” Xiao went on.

You frowned as it all came back yet it was still vaguely. “I know they assumed it but I am sure I told them he wasn’t.” You say, shaking your head but stopping when you felt a stinging pain in your neck. Probably from a whiplash. “Does it matter?” Xiao asked. “Knowing you, I am sure you are dying to know how he is doing, I’d say take advantage of your title of being this stranger his girlfriend and pry out all the information you need.” He explained his plan. “And why are you convincing me to do so?” You frowned at him. “We used to be friends, years ago. Separated ways when we got to high school and he moved places. So can’t blame me for being a bit curious about how’s he doing.” He explained.

You glared at him before speaking. “I feel like you are just spitting out some lies.” You accused him as he rolled his eyes. “His name is Scaramouche, or well that’s how we called him at that time, it was more his nickname and I never asked questions about it,” Xiao spoke, defending himself. Scaramouche…Scara…that’s what he tried to say when- You quickly shook your head to banish the memories that were rising from what happened. “Okay, I believe you. Only because he said ‘Scara’ when…you know.” You say, not wanting to say or be reminded about the accident even though it was hard as you got injured and got yourself involved in some chaos.

Xiao nodded as he got up from where he had been sitting. “I’ll see if I can find someone that knows more and tell them you woke up.” He announced, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweater. “Don’t go anywhere.” He spoke, his lips twitching in a smirk, knowing very well I had no choice as he walked out of the room to see if he could find a doctor. Xiao hadn’t lied when he told you that Scaramouche used to be his friend back in time and that he had moved away. They had managed to stay in contact until they both started going to high school. Xiao went to the one in his town and Scara went to another one and that’s when they lost contact. It shocked him when he found out that Scara had been involved in the same accident as yours. He had never known he was back in town.

“You little fucker.” You huffed after him before laying your head back against the pillow. His plan swirled around in your head as you took a moment to think it all through. You were curious to know how he was doing and by claiming to be his girlfriend you would be a relative to him and that way you could gain much more information than Xiao would manage to get. You sighed as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling bad for the fact you were really going to do this, but you had a jumpstart with the fact that the paramedics thought that Scaramouche was your boyfriend and that surely would have been passed on to the doctor as well.

You turned your head as footsteps approached you, you expected it to be Xiao and the doctor but you didn’t expect it to be two of your friends. Nilou and Shinobu. “I should punch you for the fact you scared the shit out of us.” Shinobu scolded as she took a seat on the chair Xiao had been sitting in moments ago. “How are you doing?” Nilou asked, carefully sitting down on the bed at your feet. “Okay, I guess. But I suppose that’s because of the painkillers.” You nodded at them as Xiao and a blue haired man in a white coat walked inside.

“How are you doing, Y/N?” He asked as he approached you. “I feel like I’ve been hit by an army of planes, led by a train.” You responded sarcastically as Xiao flicked your forehead as a silent warning. The doctor just chuckled amused as you glared at the boy that stood beside Shinobu. “It’s always a good sign when patients can laugh or in your cause bring out some sarcasm.” He mused with a grin. “I’m doctor Ayato Kamisato, but you can call me Ayato.” He introduced himself before he looked at the chart in his hand. “It’s a surprise how well you came out of all this, for sure when you crawled out of a car with a broken leg and even manage to get to the other victim. You got very lucky.” He hummed as he started to do some small tests on you.

“How is he doing?” You asked after he finished checking your eyes with a little light. His grin turned into a serious expression as your heart started to beat faster in anticipation. “Kunikuzushi managed to survive the accident but is currently in the ICU as his condition is still critical.” He explained. Kunikuzushi, so that was his real name and Scaramouche must be indeed his nickname as Xiao had told. “Can I see him? My boyfriend?” You asked, way too fast for you to realize what you just had asked.

Ayato remained silent for a moment as you glanced at Xiao, who gave you an encouraging nod. “I was actually on my way to his parents to give more information about his condition and the results of the tests we’ve done on him so far. I’ll request a nurse to bring a wheelchair and I’ll bring you there, this way you will also be able to hear about the results and everything.” He explained as you nodded quickly. “Well then, I’ll be right back to pick you up.” He spoke before he left the room.

It stayed quiet for a few seconds before Nilou turned to look at you. “Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you say anything to us?” Nilou bombarded you with questions. “Does that really matter now?” You groaned. “He is in the ICU for fucks sake and you want to know since when I have a boyfriend?” You huffed. “She’s right, this is not the time to try and ask stuff about this subject. We can talk about all of this later.” Shinobu agreed with you as Nilou nodded.

Ayato soon returned with a wheelchair as Nilou helped you out of the hospital bed. Your left leg was in an plaster, just like your right hand. You were wearing one of those ugly hospital gowns as you sat down in the wheelchair. Your arms were littered with bruises and small cuts. You managed to get a glance at your reflection in the window as Ayato started to push the wheelchair. A big gauze on your head near your right temple and a cut that went straight through your brow were stitched up. You indeed had been lucky.

It took a while to get to the ICU, but when you finally arrived it was something you preferred to not have seen. The hall was busy with nurses walking around, going from room to room. You managed to get a few glances of a room, one filled with a bed and a bunch of medical equipment such as machines and stuff. Everything looked so serious and even a bit terrifying.

Ayato stopped in front of a room where two women were waiting for. One had purple hair and violet eyes with a hue of blue. She was with no doubt Scaramouche, well Kunikuzushi’s mother. Beside her stood a woman with long muted pink hair and purple eyes. And from the way, the two women were holding each other's hand you could only assume they must be together. Meaning he might have two mothers. Ayato started to talk but you didn’t hear anything anymore as your eyes landed on the person in the room.

Wires were connected to him, which were connected to a bunch of machines. His head was wrapped in a big bandage, which looked even whiter against his pale skin. He was breathing and the heart monitor gave away that his heart was still beating yet it didn’t change how bad he seemed to be, even though he seemed peaceful as if he was sleeping and could wake up every second. Your attention returned back to the three when you felt them looking at you. “And you are?” The pink haired woman asked. “Y/N. Kuni’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself, shortening his name as if you’d done that for years.

“Girlfriend? He never talked about that.” The purple haired woman murmured. “Well, he doesn’t share much, so it isn’t that surprising we are finding this out right now.” The pink haired lady mused. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N, even when it is in this unfortunate situation. My name is Yae Miko, but please just call me Miko and this is my wife Ei.” She introduced both herself and apparently her wife as well. So you had assumed it right. You gave them both a small smile as realization hit you.

You just met Scaramouche his parents and introduced yourself to them as his girlfriend and there was no way you would be able to get out of this lie anytime soon. You were now a stranger his so called girlfriend and all you could do now was keep this lie up until you could find a way to get out of this somehow. You were fucked.

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Hello! I have been having the thought of like, what if we fell asleep hugging scaramouche? Like how would he react and would he push us off or just let it happen? Because I always fall asleep hugging something lmao

Scaramouche had just gotten home from work with him feeling tired. So he got comfortable seeing you already sleeping on your side in the bed. Scaramouche smiled a bit as he laid on his side with him still feeling somewhat awake.

It was nothing but silence till your bodied moved as your body was faced towards him and your arms around him. Once you were done moving scaramouche let out a breath he didn't know he was keeping. He looked at you taking in your sleeping self as the more looked at you calm and at ease the more he didn't have the courage to push you away. Cause with you holding him he felt safe as if nothing can hurt him with you hugging him.

So he moved closer to you resting his head on your chest hearing your heartbeat was making soothing to him as he closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.

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staycait · 2 months

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⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　a losers secret ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .

﹒ thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing 😭 .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. ☹️☹️ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if it’s horrible!

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SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner you’d see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes him—in fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.

for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you ‘good luck with dealing with him’.

you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they don’t evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.

you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,

“what? here to bully me for having no friends?” you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.

hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !

“n-no! of course not..” you stammered.

you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.

the indifference immediately leaves scaramouche’s face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.

“ah, so you’re not like all the others?” scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.

“huh..?”

you take a seat next to scaramouche’s chair and you bring it closer to him.

“what do you mean by that..?”

“everyone else treats me like i’m sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.”scaramouche leans back in his chair.

“well, you don’t seem like a freak or a monster..”

you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume you’d bully them— let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!

you can’t help but notice that scaramouche’s eyes trail down to your legs. it’s quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesn’t help much with that either.

as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.

“are you just saying that to be nice? what about me isn’t freaky?”

“u-uhm… you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?”

scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.

“oh yeah? you think I’m cool?”

you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.

“then, you surely don’t mind me getting closer, right?”

your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.

“no… not at all.”

scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.

“then is it okay if…” he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.

“i suppose so..”

scaramouche’s eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.

“how about if i…” scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.

a small whimper escapes your lips, you don’t know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.

“is it alright for me to… lift your skirt up?”

your eyes widened, you weren’t sure how you’d respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..

his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.

“can we.. go to a private room first?”

…who knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramouche’s trap?

after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.

SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)

how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.

scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ‘nth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.

the feeling of scaramouche’s cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldn’t think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldn’t help but just have orgasm after orgasm.

you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramouche’s dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.

“does it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?”

scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramouche’s quick and brutal pace.

you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.

“answer me, you whore.”

scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.

he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,

finally, with just one more snap of scaramouche’s hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.

scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, it’s much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.

“oh fuck, you felt so good..”

you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.

“scara..?”

scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on you—he immediately looks up at you and responds back.

“what is it?”

“can we do things like this… more often?..”

scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.

“hmm.. sure.”

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luvkuvi · 8 months

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29 – trending !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course.

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anantaru · 10 months

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ARE YOU DEAF, OR JUST STUPID?

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — visiting a club at night wasn't something scaramouche would normally agree on, but when someone asks if you're single all of a sudden, the night appeared to become all the more eventful.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 800 words

— ꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & crack, he's a jealous man with a dream, gn! reader

the hefty, immersive atmosphere encompassing your body was erratic, shining and full of lucent light.

you can perceive the differences in scents colliding with each other in the humid air of the underground club you were currently visiting as your boyfriend scaramouche was anything else but delighted to be here.

at least you're with him, but he simply doesn't get the appeal of being ringed in between infuriating, boring, pesky little humans having fun.

indeed, he has been playing the grumpy card for the majority of the time, fairly speaking, 'grumpy' was a comical understatement.

most of all, he cannot even convince himself to go out, don't even mention manipulating himself into thinking he likes it. because what's there to like? the noisy crowd or the blaring music blasting into his poor ears with people wildly shaking their bodies to the pesky tune, including you— who thankfully was only having eyes for him, also gleefully dancing and swaying your body as your boyfriend only watched;

stone-cold features not moving a muscle, unbothered and ready to go home again.

but then, the atmosphere changes when you feel someone tap on your shoulder, "sorry if this is weird." you flinch immediately by surprise, noticing the man behind you as you pull your head aside to face him.

"but are you single pretty?"

ugh, double ugh.

yet if you were being quite honest with yourself now, you're already laughing and were feeling just a little bad for the random guy asking you such a question not knowing what storm he had just conjured— because he does not even see that scaramouche was also standing next to you, mouth tight and swallowing, clearly not pleased by that insignificant insect, as he called him, bothering his partner while having fun.

"what?" scaramouche doesn't waste a single breath and spits out immediately, right away cutting you off the conversation entirely and inserting himself into the middle of you and the stranger so he couldn't bother you anymore, even if he tried. "what did you say?"

"w-wait, who are you?" the stranger forces a smile on his tensed face, strikingly irritated.

"are you deaf?" well, again, to make things clear, you should maybe pray to the archons now, clearly not for your boyfriend but for the odd man there. if it wasn't this hilarious. but you silently tug on scaramouche's arm to signal him that it was in fact, okay, and you could simply handle this alone, but you would also lie to yourself if you'd say that it wasn't cute, quite charming too, of him to be this animated, let alone protective right now.

scaramouche feels his throat tighten but doesn't let any anger run down, it's pointless and he would only make people notice him even more. "i don't want any troubles." the man silences down, feeling a warm, embarrassing hotness on his neck and his shoulders shrug inwards, because how possibly couldn't he react that way?

presently, he was being watched up and down, up and down, closely, with those indigo eyes boring sharp, burning daggers into his flesh and bones. "then you better leave."

"because there's no one single here, leave." scaramouche takes a step forward, "do you i have to spell it out for you or are you just that stupid?"

you could've sworn you heard a little 'no' leaving past the guys lips, yet the irksome stranger ultimately decided to take a haste leave instead, thankfully, but not before awkwardly glancing towards you and back to scaramouche, grinning through his tensed mouth, as if not knowing how to possibly tackle a situation like that, ever.

"you didn't have to do this, you know." you sneakily whisper into scaramouche's ear, "but then." and you begin to ponder dramatically in front of him, wrapping your arms around his body as you perceived his muscles lose on tension, "i wouldn't have been able to see this cute side of you."

what followed next was quite a sight to behold— that sicken, repulsed look on scaramouche face was award worthy, the best one in all of teyvat, but you loved that about him and place a soft, pleasing kiss on his parted lips before he was able to say anything back.

"i'm not cute." yet his response brushes over your lips regardless, his warm breath coating your own while he leaned into your warmth, gracefully accepting your candied kisses that were his treasured favorites.

"lets leave this place before i track that sucker down."

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Dating your grumpy neighbor

➳ scaramouche x gn!reader

➳ bulleted fic + drabbles, 4.7k

➳ cw. fluff, enemies to lovers, modern au, scara being mean, light swearing, a bit of humor, pretty rushed at the end.

when you get closer to the grumpy male who lives next door [12.11.2022]

[part one] your grumpy neighbor

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You had absolutely no idea what to expect from your very first date with the grumpy male who lived next door. Heck, you weren’t even expecting to be here at all, since you had been joking – albeit a bit wistful – when you suggested resorting to dating each other. It was all in good humor, until Scaramouche suddenly agreed. That wasn’t exactly part of the plan, and with a very interesting mix of feelings you sat at a table inside the little cafe on the corner of the street.

Mixed feelings as in, screaming internally because his permanent scowl was somehow very attractive so now you had a date with a very attractive male, while you also wanted to get up and run away and pretend this all never happened.

And then there was the fear that it was all a massive joke, that he only played along to piss you off and that you would sit here for an hour before realizing he would never show up. If that were to happen, how would you be able to face him ever again? He was your neighbor after all; avoiding him after such humiliation would be impossible. A dozen worries flooded your mind and had you deep in thought, so much that you almost jumped in your seat when the small bell above the door chimed happily.

You looked up, eyes widening when you saw no one less than Scaramouche glancing around the cafe in search of you. Filled with disbelief, you raised your hand to make his search a little easier, but you were barely comprehending what was happening. Your grumpy neighbor, who seemed to despise you, actually showed up for your date? Scaramouche found you at your table, and you gazed at him in mild awe as he approached you.

“Why do you look so surprised?” he said flatly, hanging his coat over the backrest of the chair opposite of you. “Should I feel offended?”

“Well, you look like you personally hate me, so yes, I’m quite surprised you show up on a date,” you reasoned.

“I personally hate everyone so you’re not all that special,” came the short reply as he sat down. “Look, you asked me on a date and I agreed. Now I’m here. Get over it, or I’m leaving.”

“Gee, always so mean,” you muttered. “Maybe some food will cheer you up.”

You shoved the menu that lay in the middle of the table towards him, urging him to take it.

“Do you really think I’m that easily swayed by food?” Scaramouche asked in disbelief, but he still took the menu and flipped it open.

For a moment there was only silence as he skimmed through what the cafe had to offer, and you waited patiently since you had made your choice long before he had arrived – courtesy of arriving way too early. In your head, you tried to make up a plan to make this date go a little smoother, but it was to no avail. Your mind was empty, and suddenly the outcome of this date looked pretty grim. He’d still personally hate you after today, you still wouldn’t talk when you ran into each other, absolutely zero progress. What a waste.

“I’ve already eaten so I’ll stick to a black coffee,” the male opposite of you decided, closing the menu and putting it back onto the table.

“Then I’ll take a Latte,” you stated. You weren’t at all hungry, for you were way too nervous.

“I didn’t ask,” Scaramouche said.

You opened your mouth, ready to make a snarky remark about him sharing his order as well, but you saw a certain glint in his eyes and decided not to fall for his trap. God, you had no idea if you were able to save this date if it kept going like this. Your social skills weren’t refined enough to deal with an ass like Scaramouche. Why on Earth had you asked him out? You mentally cursed his stupid pretty face.

As a waitress finally approached your table to pierce through the awkward silence that fell over you, you both ordered your coffee and you felt dreadful when she walked away again. At least Scaramouche’s violet gaze wasn’t solely on you when the waitress stood next to your table, which was pretty refreshing. For some reason, the male was always observing you, as if he had a question and you had the answer somewhere on your being. Maybe you never explicitly noticed until now, but when he sat opposite of you it became pretty obvious. It made you shift uneasily in your seat, just as much as it reddened your cheeks just a little.

“I have a question, Y/N,” Scaramouche began, and you cringed at the venom he spoke your name with.

“Go ahead,” you muttered, not expecting anything nice, to be fair.

“Why did you ask me on a date?” came the question.

You froze in your movements, just a little but probably enough for the male to notice. Now that was something you should’ve expected. He was probably well aware that his demeanor didn’t necessarily scream ‘dateable’ and he had to be wondering why you asked him out. Good grief, you had no idea either. Okay, that was a lie, you kind of did but you weren’t going to tell him the truth. What were you supposed to tell him?

“Because you’re my neighbor, I want to get to know you better,” you used as an excuse, leaning back into your seat to appear confident in your answer. No way you were going to tell him about how he intrigued you. You weren’t sure what kind of reaction that was going to elicit.

“Hm,” the male hummed, narrowing his eyes at you. “Are you sure that’s it?”

He was seeing right through you, wasn’t he? Now wasn’t the time to panic, you had to keep up your guard, prevent his violet gaze from seeing straight into your soul because you had to keep the truth from him at all costs. You fought to force an easy smile, now resting your arms on the table to face him with feigned confidence.

“Pretty damn sure,” you told him, thanking your voice for not betraying you. “Now, can I ask a question as well?”

“You’d do it regardless whether I say yes or no,” Scaramouche pointed out.

“Goodness, you know me so well already,” you said with fake surprise, pressing a hand to your chest to exaggerate the gesture even more. “Well, Scara, I was just wondering why you agreed to go on a date with me.”

The male cringed at the nickname, but decided not to comment on it. Instead he leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table as he pretty much mimicked your previous position. His expression was unreadable, like it always was.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Ugh, this was going nowhere. You resisted the urge to heave out a frustrated sigh, for that would probably give the male opposite of you a sense of satisfaction. He seemed to gain pleasure from pissing off others with his attitude, after all. You had to keep your cool. The fact that the waitress returned with your coffee made it a little easier. Now you had something else to focus on, something to keep yourself busy with. Your beloved Latte, there to save the day.

“Look at you, drinking the devil’s soul,” you joked, pointing at this black coffee.

He gave you a dead look as he took a sip, but said nothing in return. Of course he didn’t laugh at your joke. You’d be very surprised if he had given any sort of pleasant reaction to it. Ignoring it at all and deadass taking a sip really sounded like a Scaramouche thing to do. Maybe this date was fulfilling its purpose, after all. You were learning quite a bit about him, but they only confirmed your suspicions of him being an absolute ass. But there had to be something underneath that layer, right? That was what you were waiting for. To see a glimpse of the real him, since you refused to believe that the rude facade was real. There had to be more to him.

“Anyway, we came here with a purpose, remember?” you began after a while of silence. This was going to be your last attempt to make something useful out of it. For today, at least. Though you weren’t too sure if you could get him to go on a date with you again. Probably not. “We had to get to know each other better, Scaramouche, so tell me about yourself.”

“So persistent,” he muttered under his breath, putting down his paper cup of coffee. “There’s not much to tell. I’m Scaramouche, the rest is none of your business. Well, if you ever get me to like you, you can call me Kunikuzushi, but I doubt you’ll ever get that far.”

Though his answer was disheartening, you saw the challenge in his eyes. A bright shimmer against dark violet, one that made you wonder a lot of things. Did he want you to get that far? You were afraid to simply assume so, nor were you going to blatantly ask him about it, but what else could the glint in his eyes mean? You hoped you didn’t misinterpret it, that would make you a massive fool. It was a shot in the dark, but you wanted to take it.

Challenge accepted, Scaramouche, you thought to yourself.

“Why are you still lingering around me when I’m a total ass to you?” the male suddenly asked you, eyeing you intently.

It was the first time he spoke on his own accord, without you having to force it out of him. A genuine question, one that quite surprised you. So he noticed, huh? Well, you guessed it was quite obvious how you refused to leave him alone. Maybe it wasn’t weird that he seemed to see right through you. Your efforts might’ve been a little too much to get away with a simple ‘you’re my neighbor’.

“That’s a good question,” you uttered.

“You’re interesting, Y/N,” he spoke slowly.

With that, he put down his cup again, and it sounded pretty empty against the wooden surface of the table. He got up swiftly, taking his coat and flashing you a look that you – again – couldn’t quite decipher.

“Remember what I said? Your idea, your treat.”

Oh, yeah, you remembered, but you struggled to process the flow of events because your brain was stuck processing something else. You’re interesting, Y/N, he just told you, which could mean a lot of things. It could be good and it could be bad, it could be both and it could be neither. What did he mean? What about you was it that he found interesting?

Scaramouche stood for a moment, watching your inner debate with narrowed eyes. He was scrutinizing you, drinking in your every reaction to what he just said. You felt small under his gaze, as if he was unraveling your secrets. But then he turned around and left, the little bell above the door telling you that you were alone again. You sat back in your chair, letting out a breath that seemed to come from the very bottom of your lungs.

What a peculiar first date it was.

Okay, the first date was pretty much a disaster.

Like, he literally left as soon as he finished his coffee.

And not only that, the date itself was bumpy and wobbly, full of glares and pretty mean remarks and not only that, it hadn’t served its purpose at all. You learned nothing new about him, aside from what you assumed was his real name? and he didn’t even bother to ask anything about you. Was he really that disinterested? But if he was, why did he bother to show up in the first place? That was another question that had remained unanswered.

If anything, this date only left you with more frustrations, and you spent the evening complaining to your friend, Kazuha.

Well, at least your Latte was good.

And he told you his real name. Why did he even tell you that, if you weren’t allowed to use it? You had to be right about the challenge thing, it had to mean that he wanted something from you, and you were dying to figure out what exactly.

Scaramouche wasn’t a nice guy on the surface, and you started to wonder if you’d ever be able to break through that facade. Probably not, you figured, but there was a part of you that was willing to try, even though Kazuha was quite skeptical about it.

Well, until you hesitantly told him that he called you interesting and that you got away with calling him Scara.

That was so out of character for Scaramouche, that even the always so realistic Kazuha knew something had to be up. He told you to go for it, but even together you had no idea how exactly to go for it. Scaramouche was an individual with a manual.

You could use a Scaramouche 101.

Okay, you kind of expected that nothing would change after that first date. After all, it went terrible, and you didn’t feel like you had gotten closer in any way. But still, some things seemed to have changed a little, much to your surprise.

It started off very small; he didn’t really ignore you any longer when you spotted him in the hallways of your apartment building. His violet gaze would acknowledge you, albeit still cold and inhospitable and paired with his signature scowl.

Then it evolved into a curt nod.

And then it was suddenly a grumpy “hi, Y/N,” with a face that said “don’t you dare greet me back.”

Well, you were too surprised to greet back, anyway.

Kazuha would definitely swat your arm with a very knowing look.

Progress, guys! Progress!

It went on like that for a while, Scaramouche greeting you in the hallways and after the second time you manage to greet him back with a smile, despite the very uninviting grimace on his features. You noticed how you were getting used to his unwelcoming demeanor, and eventually you were starting to learn to look past it.

Would you ever get him to smile back at you? You doubted it, but mentally put it on your list of goals.

Get Scaramouche to allow you to call him Kunikuzushi.

Get Scaramouche to smile back.

Yeah, that was mission impossible.

Until it suddenly didn’t seem all that impossible anymore?

Because wow, he reached out first!

“Y/N,” you heard a gruff voice call out behind you.

Of course you knew that voice all too well, it belonged to your grumpy neighbor, the enigma you tried so hard to figure out. You spun around, and you found him leaning against the off-white wall next to the door of his apartment. His violet gaze was solely on you, a hint of confusion written within.

“What’s up?” you asked, curiously.

“You haven’t been bothering me recently,” he pointed out. “Why?”

You looked at him, astounded. Was what bothering him? Now it was you who narrowed their eyes at him, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind as he gazed at you. Of course you failed, for he was so hard to read, but you would keep trying until you figured him out some day.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” you remarked.

“Is it, though?” he muttered.

He gave you a troubled look, and for once you could see through the windows of his eyes. There was conflict and confusion, as if he was at war with himself and his inner thoughts. You had to stop a smile from growing on your lips. You weren’t stupid. Did he miss the way you always tried to reach out to him whenever you saw him? Was he maybe drawn to you as much as you were to him? It was as if you had an eureka moment. You had him figured out, at least for a tiny little bit.

After that, he went into his apartment without saying a word, and you were left to wonder what that brief encounter had been about. Surely, that meant something, right? You came back to your very first theory, that he had to be lonely if the other residents avoided him. Had he started to appreciate your stubborn presence?

Because of that, you took the liberty to knock on his door the next day, hoping that he was home.

Well, he was, and the look of surprise on his face when he opened the door was so different from his usual scowl that it almost made you laugh.

“Hello, Scara. Can I invite myself in?” you asked casually. Of course you were still nervous around the male, but if he missed the way you were bothering him, you would gladly bother him again.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“You missed me so much, didn’t you?” you chimed.

Much to your surprise, he actually stepped aside to let you in.

Just like your first date, it wasn’t at all eventful. He offered you a drink and you ended up drinking soda in his living room in front of the muted TV. You felt a little more at ease around him this time, mostly because of your recent revelation, and you did most of the talking while he studied his feet and replied with the occasional hums or brief answers.

Something about his demeanor had shifted since the last time you spoke to him. He was less of an asshole and more of your typical introvert. He barely made any mean remarks, only a few because Scaramouche was still Scaramouche. But they lost their impact, they didn’t feel like assaults directed at you anymore. He let you call him Scara as much as you wanted to, and though he didn’t say much, it seemed that he was listening to everything you had to say.

Was this really the same person?

After your visit to his apartment, you ended up visiting each other a lot more often. Sometimes he showed up in front of your apartment, asking if he could come in. Mostly it was you visiting his apartment, though, and after a while it became a habit to gravitate towards his apartment rather than towards your own when you got back from work or school or whatever you did during the day.

He really had gotten milder over time, and it no longer felt as if he personally hated you. If any, the way he acted gave away that he actually appreciated your company. You realized it on that very day he called you out for not bothering him anymore and now that you hung around each other basically every day, your feelings were confirmed.

It wasn’t long before the other residents caught on as well, mostly because Kazuha subtly pointed it out to them. As much as he was doubtful in the beginning, now he was your biggest hypeman, though he still couldn’t believe that Scaramouche actually showed you another side of him that no one else had ever witnessed.

For a while, things stayed like this. You enjoyed it, and Scara did too, but he wouldn’t tell you that just yet. As you hang out with him so regularly, your feelings for him grow stronger to a point where you could call it a big fat crush and unbeknownst to you, that also went for the violet-haired male.

But come on, it was pretty obvious. Even you realized so on that very day he confessed to you.

After hanging out at each other’s apartment for weeks, you were quite surprised when Scaramouche asked you to meet him outside of the apartment complex. That was something that didn’t happen before, and your curiosity was picked. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t put in a little more effort into your looks before you headed out, and you wondered why. He always saw you in sweats and a hoodie when you hung out at his or your apartment, what was the point of suddenly dressing up? But you did so regardless. Well, he probably wouldn’t notice, anyway?

Oh, you were wrong.

“You look… nice,” Scaramouche gruffly admitted as soon as he came to a halt next to you. He eyed you up and down, and you playfully made a twirl – after all, it was still your objective to bring a smile to his face at some point. Sadly, your little twirl didn’t do the job. Instead, it had him looking away, but you weren’t sure if he was flustered or simply disinterested already.

“Thanks, Scara,” you grinned. “You do, too.”

But that was needless to say, because Scaramouche always looked good. On the inside, you did a little happy dance. He noticed! He actually noticed the way you dressed up a little! Your efforts weren’t in vain!

“I didn’t do anything special, but thanks,” the male replied. “You actually put in some effort, didn’t you?”

“Maybe?” you replied, stating it more as a question than anything else because you weren’t ready to blatantly admit it to the very person you dressed up for. “What did you want to meet up for?”

Scaramouche hesitated, his violet gaze straying away from you as he took in his surroundings instead. It looked like he had to convince himself to look at you again, and it took him a moment to do so. This wasn’t anything like the male you saw when you first met him, but over the past few weeks you had gotten quite used to this side of him. In all honesty, you found it adorable.

“I can either take you on a walk or do it right now right here,” he stated briskly.

“Do what?” you questioned, but the way your heartbeat picked up gave away the fact that you unconsciously had an idea of where this was going. Or was it the way he looked at you that gave away his intentions? Regardless, your mouth went a little dry as you gazed back at him, full of expectations.

“Are you dumb? Ask you out, of course.”

He made a face, as if he actually believed you were stupid at that very moment. But with your mind going absolutely blank, you actually felt silly for a while. You weren’t utterly oblivious, you knew this was to come at some point sooner or later, but now that Scaramouche had actually spoken the words, they hit you like a truck. A blush crept up your cheeks and your attempts to keep your cool were feeble.

“I-I prefer a walk first,” you brought out hastily.

“Forget it, I basically already asked you,” Scaramouche snorted. “Just give me an answer.”

“Well, you didn’t necessarily ask me, you know?” you teased him, regaining a little of your composure.

The male rolled his eyes at you, and for a moment you felt bad for making this even harder for him. But on the other hand, if someone was going to ask you out, it had to be done properly. Were you just being nitpicky? It made sense, right? Everyone wanted to be asked out in a memorable way. At least a little.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “How dramatic do you want it?”

“Go all out,” you joked, wanting more of that blush that crept up his cheeks.

“No way,” Scaramouche countered, frowning at you. “I’m not into romantic stuff at all.”

“Then just do it in a way you’re okay with,” you shrugged. You were happy as long as it was Scaramouche who was asking you out.

“Here goes,” the violet-haired male muttered, taking a breath and stepping forward. He stood opposite of you and took your hands in his, his eyes searching yours and locking them in his gaze. “Y/N, would you go out with me?’

You almost cheered when you said yes. Who would have thought that things would turn out this way, ever since you met your menace of a neighbor all those weeks ago? You surely wouldn’t have expected to grow so fond of him, nor would you have said that he would open up to you like that. Yet, here was, asking you out with the most adorable blush on his cheeks. You two were official now, though you couldn’t quite believe it. It was such a bumpy road to get there, and it was so weird to realize that you’ve made it.

“Hey, Scara,” you beamed at him. “Does this mean I get to call you Kunikuzushi now?”

“I guess?” he muttered. “I kinda did tell you that you could call me that if I liked you enough.”

“And do you like me enough?” you pried.

Scaramouche looked at you, and your heart swelled when you saw the very faint beginning of a smile growing on his lips.

“Yeah, I like you a lot.”

“Aww,” you cooed, filled to the brim with utter happiness. “I like you a lot too, Kuni.”

“Hey, I didn’t give permission for that,” the male growled.

You offered him a pout, jutting out your lower lip in order to persuade him. He frowned at you darkly, but he managed to do so for three seconds before he gave in with a sigh.

“Fine, Y/N,” he said. “Why do you get away with everything?”

“Because you find me cute,” you reasoned with a grin.

Scaramouche – or Kunikuzushi – only rolled with his eyes.

You saw a whole new side of Scaramouche after you started dating. He wasn’t all that much of a meanie anymore, only when he was struggling with his feelings he would come off rather cold and harsh sometimes but it wasn’t long before you grew to understand that part of him.

Your relationship was a secret at first, only Kazuha knew.

Also, after getting together, Scaramouche and Kazuha also became somewhat friends which made you very happy because your boyfriend admitted that he was indeed feeling lonely sometimes.

You also notice the loneliness he had to deal with for so long, because he sought your company so often and he spent a loot of time with you. You still hung out at each other’s apartment often, now sitting very close to each other as you watch TV together – mostly in silence, though, since Scara simply wasn’t that much of a talker.

Hear me out, you had to learn him how to cuddle since he wasn’t used to that at all. While he was quite stiff in the beginning, he soon learned to completely melt against you on the couch and it was the cutest thing ever!

Same with kisses, but it was okay since he was a good kisser once he got the hang of it maybe a bit rough.

He wasn’t into PDA at all – only when he caught someone else looking at you – so most of the affection will remain between the walls of your apartments. But he always insisted on holding your hand, even in public. It was to show others that you were his, since he could be quite possessive sometimes.

The snarky remarks remained the same, but it was all a part of who he was and he wouldn’t be Scaramouche if he suddenly started acting like a 100% nice guy. You grew pretty quick-witted as well, and you often found yourself bickering sharply – to others it would probably look like you were fighting but it wasn’t all that bad.

His compliments were hidden in shady remarks that were gruffly spoken but he often gives you those hidden praise.

Maybe he wasn’t too cuddly and too keen on giving big, dramatic compliments, his love language was more quiet and subtle, such as little notes in your pockets you’d find after a date, your favorite snack or drink in the fridge after he visited your apartment, or other subtle things that let you know he thought of you.

Because yes he thinks of you the entire day.

You fought the loneliness in his life, after all. You filled a big hole and he is grateful for that.

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