#scara drabble

[kwnnys]

scaramouche would rather die than admit how much he really enjoyed little spooning.

the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist and your head buried in the crook of his neck, it drives him insane.

not to mention the feeling of your hand resting on his stomach, drawing circles on the soft skin as you mutter sweet nothings in his ear.

press kisses at his neck. nibble lightly on the shell of his ear and listen as his breath hitches, shooting you a side glare as a warning. (to which you pay no mind to.)

his body instinctively curls up the moment he feels your touch, and a low sigh escapes his lips. scara loves these moments, coming home after a long day and being held by you. because it is the most nourishing affection he could ever experience.

[tiredslepz]

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　how Scara would react to you calling him cute !

CW: established relationship, fluff, soft! scara for reader >\\<, beginner writing

You were stargazing with him, peacefully laying on his lap. Inazuma was so beautiful, especially looking at it from a view like this. You yawned, and smiled at his peaceful expression. It was times like this you cherished the most, especially since he was so busy being "The Balladeer" all the time. You hummed, admiring the starry night sky. There weren't any monsters near, no noises, no people to disturb you two.. it was absolutely perfect. You felt him play with your hair, still silent. While he wasn't good with words of affirmation, or giving gifts, he showed his love by being there for you all—well, most of the time, and his short, yet loving hugs for you. You glanced up at him, and patted his chest to catch his attention.

He stopped playing with your hair, and hummed to acknowledge you. "Scara, you're really.. how do I say this?" you mumbled, pausing for a moment. He tilted his head slightly, puzzled on why you're saying this to him. Out of the blue, too. "You're really pretty. No—cute." Nodding, you gave him a sweet smile with it. "Uh?" he murmured, not knowing what to say. If his cheeks could flush, it would be showing. While browsing books about godhood, he's read books before about love, yet it was still hard for a puppet like him to grasp. He gulped, then tried to smile back at you. You giggled at his expression, then sighed. "I love you, Scara." you mumbled sleepily, yawning again.

He fixed his posture, then bent down to place a kiss on your forehead. "..love you too, [name]."

[voidcat]

a follow up to roommate!kunikuzushi bc i can and i will and i need this. Dk how long this is (not very long im sure), gn!Reader as always, enjoy, I still don’t like storms or rainy days

when kunikuzushi returns back to your shared place from a night out with childe, he does not expect to find you back, sprawled on the couch and deep in slumber.

whenever it is holiday season, you always go and stay until the last minute, savoring your precious time at home.

so why are you here now?

for now, kuni lets you rest, it is far late into the night and he knows he needs the time and energy to recover from another night spent out with childe.

he does poke around and bother you the next morning but not pressing into it too much, just a jab here and there, some complaints about how his time alone is now cut short because of you– the last day to yourselves, you settle for a movie day, back into your routine so easily. too easy at that your head falls onto his shoulder and he does his best to protect his position.

the topic of your life back home goes over kuni until you need to go back home and retrive few items one weekend, looking for someone to accompany you, preferably with a car and all.

sitting down at the dinner table with your parents, kunikuzushi finally has a grasp of the why. your mindless nods and sounds indicating you are listening– when he knows for a fact that you are not, he has spent far too much with you to know the signs.

loading the items and furniture to the trunk, with kuni grunting every five seconds that this is not merely 'few items', that you are back on the road.

it has been an idea floating around for some time to keep up the whole roommates deal now, just thrown around here and there, even by childe and few mutual friends.

it is ideal, the two of you have grown used to one another's way of living, tricks and antics, ticks and kicks. it is only logical to keep this up, graduation or not.

"so tell me again how you got ajax agreeing to lend you his car?" your voice draws him out of nowhere, a glass of cold water thrown at his face.

taking a deep breath in and out, making that right turn and keeping his eyes on the road, kunikuzushi tries his best to sound neutral.

"this is my car."

instead of your quick replies, all he gets from you is silence. casting a quick glance at you to make sure you are not dead or asleep or anything– only to be met with your curious face eyeing him, he is taken back.

"no shit." "what's so unbelievable about this?!"

he can hear you mutter under your breath, avoiding his question, "i didn't know you were rich."

despite knowing how one another works, the two of you really lack when it comes to your family backgrounds, turns out.

so when the two of you are back home– home, it has a nice ring to it, though odd at first, when you think too long about it– you mumble something about how it is exhausting to exist at your house.

he can tell that much, especially with the way you acted over the weekend compared to how you normally act under the same room as he does.

There is a sliver of moment when you are still you, the you he knows and a truer image of yourself. Parents away for the time being, you invite yourself into his temporary room and open the lid of tye instrument by the wall– only sitting down do you offer a sheepish smile, as if coming to realize his presence by your side only now.

Yet you still sit there and play, chuckle inbetween and say you’ve gone rusty but kunikuzushi does not care. He watches his breath held, fascinated, yet careful to remain that passiveness of his face, do not show anything, do not reveal how your insides feel.

So in turn, he offers a view of his life back home– or when he was still there, about his mother and her wife, his sister that he only mentions out of technical details if anything.

He sounds bitter almost, hurt, lonely– until a smile forms on his lips, one he is yet to he aware of, that he says your cooking reminds him of ‘auntie buer’

the two of you drop the topic of families as quick as it began then. Now the talks of keeping this housing arrangement up gaining a sense of possibility, taking a more solid view in your minds.

Whenever you attend a night out youre invited, kuni begins to accompany you– you are almost certain it first began with ajax’s invitations but you know he would rather die than to ever admit that.

It does has its perks though when game nights turn into nights out without a notice and strangers come up. All it takes is a look from kuni to scare them off, granting you invincibility.

there are downsides to this little agreement however; just because kuni and you have gotten used to throwing silly nicknames and terms of endearment– be it for an act or not, does not mean your friends have.

ajax almost spits his own drink, lumine just stares at you as if you have gone crazy, perhaps you have, some however see this as an invitation to chaos and make the matters worse for you two, teasing you at every chance they get, calling you doves and all that, even kissy faces on the nights you leave earlier than the rest.

kunikuzushi finds himself unreasonable for such petty feelings but with each passing day, the presence of that stray cat you let in gets on his nerves more.

you insist again and again that the cat has all her vaccines done, going for regular check-ups, no parasites internal or outside, a well mannered cat that does not even enter the kitchen area– all your pleas and debates come empty handed because none of these are the real cause.

he simply finds himself more and more agitated whenever he sees you cuddle with that cat– on the couch after a long day, at night when you leave your door open, keeping the cat close to your chest, her head on your arm, your lips almost touching the top of her head, how you gently massage her scalp and give her pets–

he needs to get himself together.

when kunikuzushi is called back home for a meeting, he finds himself dragging his feet.

not exactly dying to see his mother or that vixen, or that robot for a sister he has, not dying to be looked down once more for expressing humane emotions, displaying human behavior and overall... existing.

who will make sure you do not starve yourself when he is away? the finals season is close and he knows you were not prepared for it, once again. with how it has been going with you lately, he wouldn't be surprised if you forgot to use the bathroom altogether.

all that food you've been consuming is not healthy for you either, a little change of cultures once in a while would not hurt. he knows your digestive system would appreciate it, as would you, even though you always roll your eyes when he tells you to 'just shut it and do the dishes at least, will you?' whenever he cooks for you.

the list goes on, he can go for hours counting every negative thing that can happen during his absence– a weekend is too long a time to be away, too long to be dealing with them, staying would be the logical optio– "stop with the excuses and grow a spine already!" you exclaim, half joking, half serious, "how bad can it be?"

kunikuzushi has an answer for that too but he decides to keep that one to himself. though he did not care much about his home life before, spending the holidays on campus alone with himself, or accepting childe's never ending invitations to join his family certainly spoiled him to an extent.

One foot out of the door, then another, one by one descending and hearing the familiar beep of the car, only when he is about to shut the door and start the engine does your hand hold the door still and grant him a gentle smile.

“Hey, if things go sour with your family and all, you can always join mine, yeah?”

Closing the door, you wave as he stares at you, at a loss for words. What is it you mean exactly, were you not dreading the recent time spent with your family, what does that make you– the two of you, have you been noticing the recent changes within your dynamic too?

With a smile you send him off, splashing a glass of water after him just as he has put a decent distance between you both.

He supposed it’s another weird cultural thing you’ll have to explain him and receive his eye rolls in return.

When Kuni wakes up groggy and checks his phone, every cell in his brain yells in unison to return to the warm embrace of his bed, his throat however begging for a sense of relief itself.

On the way to the kitchen in the absolute silence and eminent darkness of the hour, he hears a sound— trying to make itself small with his signaling footsteps.

The street lights coming from the window and illuminating the room answers his questions before they can bloom– you sit there in nothingness with a plate in front of you, wrapped tight in your favorite blanket, your face worse than he has ever seen.

The thunder thickens, the drops of the rain begin to hit against the windows like iron nails and he notices the state of the weather then.

Without a word, he walks past you, ignoring your half assed attempts of watching him from the corner of your eye, opens the fridge and closes, getting himself a cold glass of water and downing the liquid in one go.

placing the glass away, he retraces the path he took, or so you think until his footsteps grow louder, closer and coming to a halt right by your side. Without a word uttered, he plops down next to you.

"Stop being a selfish hag and share that blanket."

Harsh words but no poison to his tone, when you finally raise one arm holding the edge of the blanket, he gets under your wing right away, settling in.

You should not be awake at this hour when you have a long day ahead in a measly two hours. Not when you have been neglecting sleep and proper meals for the past days, probably a side effect of not studying ahead, as always the case with you– and now the stress catching up to you, sinking its claws with dread.

By the time the sun is up, you have calmed down somewhat and fell back into sleep, that much he can tell from your breathing and the faint up and downs of your chest.

It is a technical detail maybe that your positions have shifted over the dawn, your head falling to his chest and Kuni holding you to himself with an arm wrapped around.

He supposes the distate and discomfort for storms is another thing the two of you have in common, another thing to get through and handle, together.

[galaxytastes]

Broken Dreams

In which Scaramouche dreams. He dreams of what could have been.

Warnings: Parental trauma, very slight body horror, angst, hurt no comfort

Red.

The first thing Scaramouche notices as he blinks his eyes in confusion is the color. Red leaves, as vibrant as fire. Red, as intense as fresh blood spilled over snow. A pale hand reaches out to touch the leaves as his eyebrows furrow deeper, skewing his perfect features. Where in the world-

As his hand meets the warm leaf, a small bird flits into the boy's line of sight. Concerned eyes warm a bit as he watches the animal land softly on a dark sprawling branch. Sleepily, the harbinger tries to grasp his surroundings. 

Sunset rays of light spill into the room, drowning the space in deep amber. Dancing in the light are dense maple tree branches, abundant in foliage. A distant sea breeze whispers through the leaves and tickles indigo hair against Scaramouche’s cheeks. The Balladeer glides his palm across a low branch, to the trunk of the tree, lost in the dreaminess of the scene. The air smells sweet and familiar… A small smile forms on Scaramouche’s lips as he tries to recall the scent. 

“Lavender melon…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, deep in a misty haze. He inhales deeper, letting his chest fill up with the smell of the past, and he exhales with an even larger grin. Confusion melts to contentment as he pads around the eerily familiar space. White, powdered sand forms at the base of the maple trees, contrasting beautifully against the dark wooden floors. The entire room is so well manicured, the harbinger can’t help but wonder what the area was made for. 

“I haven’t had a break in a while. Perhaps I could lounge here for a bit.” Scaramouche reaches to adjust his hat, quickly realizing nothing is there. He purses his lips and shakes his head. 

Bright lavender eyes land on an electro symbol on the grand doors, causing his breath to catch in his chest. Slowly, he presses his hands to the large handles. Something stirs deep in his stomach as he watches the familiar symbol pulse with power. A warning? A memory? 

Scaramouche swallows dryly and the door gives way, opening up to a larger room. The salty breeze picks up to a gale, swirling the loose white pants of his suikan around his knees. Wait, white-?!

“Get this shit off me!” The man shouts as his hands clench at the plum sleeves, tugging hard to remove the noble fabric. “What the fuck is this place?!”

A sound grabs the distraught Scaramouche’s attention and his eyes begin to dart from the unrolled long shades to the tatami mats to the beautifully decorated screen dividers. Anger and fear swirl like a dance in his torso, along with a shocking realization of his current reality. 

“A dream. A fucking dream.” The puppet whispers aloud to himself as his gaze locks on a tall, slender shadow behind the divider. The anger numbs him as fear crawls up to claim his sensibility. The domain.

“Now, where did you run off to?” The voice of his creator calls out as her shadow moves closer. “My child, please let me see you. I have a gift.”

Scaramouche prided himself in his strength. In his ability to bring men twice his size to their knees from fear. In his ability to command an army’s number of people to do whatever he wishes. Scaramouche is the fear. He is the one who brings Fatui gunners to tears, begging for mercy. 

But, under the divine gaze of his creator’s lilac stare, he is a stranger to the Balladeer. 

He is a forgotten child once more.

“Stay away from me!” Scaramouche screams as the archon glides across the mats. Her violet hair is tied back in a majestic braid and it swings rhythmically as she walks. Intricate robes and accessories adorn her strong, slender body. Everything about her is familiar. Everything about her is her. All except one thing.

She's smiling.

Tears well in the doll’s eyes and begin to stream down his pale cheeks, flushing red with rage.

“How dare you call me yours!” The boy’s voice is broken. A lump sits in his throat and attempting to swallow away the pathetic sound only brings more tears. “I said stay away!” 

“You don’t mean that. Please don’t say that, darling.” Beelzebub responds, melancholy softening her frightfully bright eyes. “You are my child…”

As if she’d punched him in the gut, the nameless puppet collapses to his knees. 

“Fuck you.” He cries out as one hand wraps around the feather he wore on his neck. A symbol of the archon; one he’d worn long ago after being thrown away by his creator. Try as he might, the feather necklace did not tear. “I said stay away…”

A long, dark shadow casts over him and he dare not look up at her. There was no creator who wished to see him. The figure who towers over him is nothing but a figment from his childish memory.

Tender fingers wrap around his hand, urging him to stop struggling. Her touch is so warm and she feels so familiar. Scaramouche would have backhanded her across her face. Maybe he’d spit at her and curse her for touching him. 

The puppet simply freezes. 

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he did not mean it. 

“I hate you. I hate you!” His thin hands cover his face, shielding himself from her intense watch. How deplorable. How utterly shameful it is, allowing himself to crumple as the god pulls herself flush to her doll. The self loathing thoughts only grow louder as Ei’s hand finds his cheek. As his eyes find his archon’s once more, he finds himself leaning into her touch, despite his venomous words. 

Soft digits smooth back the dark bangs that stick to the puppet’s forehead. Delicate and strong, she strokes his hair away from his eyes and pulls him closer. The contact only urged his tears to pour faster. He folds himself inward, allowing her to wrap her muscular arms around him. She feels so close, it feels so real. Bile stings the boy’s mouth as he cries harder. 

“Why do you cry, child?” Beelzebub’s voice is not her own. It is full of love and compassion; worry and comfort. It is not the voice of a creator or a ruler, but the voice of a mother. The Ei he knew did not care for the whys of the worthless puppets' tears. She cared for it to have never happened in the first place. “I told you, I brought a gift. Did you just miss me?”

“You are not real!” Wails the nameless doll once more. His feeble body shakes so vigorously, he fears he may pass out. “You’re not her, you bitch. This is a stupid dream. No- a nightmare!” 

The archon’s brows turn inwards and she studies the boy’s face in confusion. It was unfair of his mind for creating such a perfect replica of the real Ei. From the electricity that sparked inside her irises to the kind refinement of her voice. It was his mother, just as he remembered her.

Sobs tear from his hollow chest as the mother calms her dreadful son. She presses cool kisses to his damp cheeks and whispers promises and apologies into the boy’s ear. Each word is like another slap to the face. Another crack to his ribs. He almost misses the real Beelzebub’s hand, striking the sword from his hands with hot thunder. 

Gentle words from the wrong mouth are more painful than any insult. 

With a soft nudge, Beelzebub coaxes the puppet to look at her once more, this time with her other hand outstretched. Inside her palm sits the gnosis, glowing the same shade of electric lilac as Ei’s hair. Her irises shine as she brings the gnosis closer and the boy screws his eyes closed, begging to wake up from this nightmare. 

“Wake up! Stop touching me, you bastard!” His vacant chest rattles with want. Bone against bone, grinding together deep inside his torso, as if his trunk was opening up to accept the heart. He shakes his head wildly, but stays frozen in his creator’s compassionate hold. “You left me. You left me here, devil!” 

“This belongs to you.” Ei whispers as she cradles the gnosis between them. Mother and son, shining brightly in shared celestial violet. Something the boy never even allowed himself to dream of. The puppet wept helplessly, sadly whimpering out one last rejection.

“This isn’t fair. This isn’t real.” His splintered throat mutters faintly. “Please. Stop this…”

Despite his pleading, the archon presses her loving hands to his hollow chest with a twinkling grin. Vibrant eyes burst wide as he cries out. He isn’t sure which hurts more; his throat from the screaming or the kind touch of a mother he will never have. She leans closer, letting the gnosis settle in the puppet. It sat perfect, as it was always meant to be before it was stolen from him. His entire being feels as if it was swallowed by a harmless flame and the world around them blurs. Ei, framed by red maples and honey colored sun rays, smiles down at her wretched child.

“I love you… I love you.” Her words are muddled beneath the heartbreaking roar of agony from the doll. His blank, broken stare looks past her to the roof of the domain where large chains decorate the ornate design. “You’ll always be my child. No one better to hold my heart than he who is my heart.”

The puppet wakes from his own howl, hands scratching at his bare chest like a wild animal. He groans as he sobs from the ache, pressing two hands to his mouth to muffle the sound. The ache of nothingness. Like a collapsed star, he folds into himself.

Empty.

Hollow.

Heartless.

For the rest of the night, the man does not sleep. For if he closes his eyes, he may allow himself to dream. He quietly attempts to wash the memory away and dresses himself in his Fatui garments in silence. As he adjusts his hat atop his head, he looks in the mirror. The inadequate doll stares back, trembling from fear, reaching out to be loved. Before he could even realize his own actions, Scaramouche welts his fist through the reflection, wearing his signature smirk. 

With a flick of his wrist, the Balladeer brushes the glass shards from his fist as he leaves the room.

[staryuee]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog…you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost ♡ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪʜᴇᴀʀᴛɢᴀɴʏᴜ

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Fan Favorite!

Genshin masterlist || Scaramouche masterlist

Tags: fluff, modern au, streamer!scara, established relationship Summary: you play a teenie tiny prank on your streamer boyfriend ♡

A/N: I got writers' block!!! sorry for slow req returns i tried to push this out to deal with my block ><; it didn't do much but i should return sooner or later lul

Wanderer adjusts his headset for one last time, grumbling about something under his breath before turning his camera on, starting the stream. Before he can even say hi to the chat, comments already start to run at the speed of light, something he is not used to despite all of his popularity. He squints, trying to catch what his viewers are saying while telling them to ‘calm the fuck down’. Wanderer freezes. He can only hope that it is not about what he thinks it is. The streamer reaches up to his face, moving his gaze over to his camera, looking at the reflection of his own face. He stares down at his fingers, stained with your favorite lipstick color and can feel his cheeks warming up way too quickly for his own preference.

How did he not notice your odd behavior the entire evening? Even when you are rather affectionate (not that he minds), you never smother him in kisses right before a stream and that damned smirk as you rush out of the room. Wanderer grits his teeth at that tiny, barely audible giggle of yours leaking through the crack of the door. He takes off his headset as quietly as possible while turning off the stream, walks over to the door and pulls it wide open, making you fall backwards against him. You can feel cold sweat running down your back at his sweet sweet smile. You scramble to run away from your boyfriend but are captured before you can make a single move. Wanderer pulls you into his arms and holds you in a princess carry, a very nice moment had you not been sure of the punishment that is sure to follow the sound of the door closing behind you.

Suffice to say, you will totally not pull that again for the near future. ...Or will you?

[monicahar]

“would you kiss your ex to save me?”

this trend is so funny, so why not try it with genshin men

gn! reader, mention of death cause uh ur life is on the line obviously, fluff, crack,

yes. because a kiss with them is nothing while a life with you is everything.

—zhongli, KAZUHA, thoma, tighnari, albedo, VENTI, ayato, kaeya, diluc <3

i'd break up with you so you become my ex, and then i'd kiss you, and get back together with you again.

—cyno, HEIZOU, ALBEDO, xingqiu, aether, childe

no. you can just drop dead.

—scaramouche

you'd get mad at me and leave me after so probably not. i'll visit you and give you flowers weekly though.

—itto, wanderer

maaaybe.

—HEIZOU, ayato, VENTI, xingqiu, albedo, childe, kaeya

i don't have one.

—XIAO, mika, kunikuzushi

how in the world would you get in that situation anyway?

—ALHAITHAM, kaveh, CYNO, chongyun, tighnari, xiao

let's just die together.

—wanderer, abyss! aether

yeah, but i'd spread drool and saliva all over my lips and eat onions to make the experience as horrible as i can. they'll basically be tasting loogie :D

—gorou, heizou, ITTO, KAVEH, bennet

*refuses to actually answer*

—xiao, scaramouche, chongyun (double it and give it to the next person)

razor.

—razor (he doesn't understand)

[ilyuan]

SMAU . . . 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓃 . . . ୭ৎ

childe ┊alhaitham ┊neuvillette ┊ scaramouche / wanderer ┊albedo x gn.reader

childe ୭ৎ

neuvillette ୭ৎ

albedo ୭ৎ

scaramouche / wanderer ୭ৎ

alhaitham ୭ৎ

© SUGARMOUCHIE. do not copy, translate, or repost on other platforms ᡣ𐭩

[celabi]

just thinking about sitting in scummy scara’s lap, his hands firmly gripping onto the fat of your hips while you play his computer. he has his chin resting on your shoulder so he can watch the screen and everything you do. he’s cooing in your ear and telling you how good you’re doing, occasionally drumming his fingers along your skin. he’s so cute :( so sweet, that you reward him by ‘accidentally’ lifting your hips up and dropping them back down onto his crotch. he groans, and lets his head fall onto you, his lips pressing sloppy kisses along your neck. he’s withering in his chair, whimpering about how you’re such a little tease, but also begging for you to keep going— go further.

99% of the time when you sit on his lap and game, it’s always leads to your legs spread, feet on either side on the arm rests, and scara kneeling under the desk in front of you, hungrily slobbering all over your pussy :(

[machiten]

so,

med student scara headcanons.

• med student! scara who immediately knows when you're not feeling well.

• med student! scara makes you his test subject when he needs to draw blood for a requirement.

• med student! scara who literally have to hold you back from going inside the coffee shop because, and i quote, "you can't just keep substituting your meals for a cup of coffee, it's bad for your health and i dont wanna be stuck taking care of your sick ass for the nth time!"

• med student! scara that cooks for you bc 'chicken wings dont have enough nutrients'

• med student! scara who listens to your heart beat gradually increasing with his stethoscope bc he's too close to u.

• med student! scara who constantly brings himself down bc he feels like he's not studying enough.

• med student! scara who looks at you a bit too long and his excuse was 'im studying anatomy'

• med student! scara who likes teasing you when you have a minor symptom and he goes 'omg you need to go to a doctor, you might have (insert critical disease here)' when really it was just common cold.

• med student! scara who unconsciously confessed to you that one night that you stayed up with him and kept him company while he studies for finals saying "do you think in the future, we would still be staying till 4am but instead of studying we're worrying about our joint taxes?" "...are you saying we're getting married?" "...... I'm going to bed--" "HEY WAIT A MINUTE-"

[zushikiss]

Omg more skater BF scara I'm in love pleaaaaase I'm a desperate Lil lad

have this drabble since im feeling nice 🤭🤭

summary ; skater!scaramouche decides to try to teach you a little trick however it ends in you falling over and getting a wound, then a soft scara you rarely see appears

warnings ; mentions of wounds, nothing too descriptive, scara gets a lil touchy 🫣

pairings ; skater bf!scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; this is inspired by this drabble! i wrote this at like 1 am so uh not proofread, I DON'T SKATE PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND I'M USING STUFF I HEARD FROM MY BF SO PLS SPARE ME 😭

Scaramouche sighs for the nth time as you fail the trick again, though he's not actually annoyed and is in fact enjoying your annoyed pout and the way you fall closer to him when you fail, his hands are on your waist to keep you steady as you attempt an ollie once more.

"Scara this is not working, i'm just not meant for skateboarding!"

"Let's take a break then, you must be tired from failing."

You know he's just playfully insulting you like always, however it doesn't fail to irk you, as he goes to his car to fetch his hoodie since you failed to remember to bring you own one (again), you attempt the trick on your own, maybe it was the way scaramouche's hands were gentle yet firm on your waist, or the way his face is absurdly close to yours while he assists you with the trick.

Whatever it is, you're convinced you can't do the trick because he's distracting you, i mean it's not your fault, you just can't help but let your eyes wander to his lips!

As you attempt to do an ollie, your ankle twists and you fall, you make a pretty loud sound considering it was late at night and no one else was at the skatepark, the parking area was pretty close so it wasn't a surprise when you see scaramouche jogging over to you.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine, just you know! Fell again.."

"Idiot, I told you to be careful."

You only pout knowing he did tell you to not try the trick by yourself, he sighs as he pulls out a familiar white tin container out of his pocket, it was one you gifted him a few months ago, the container itself being made of metal and the front littered with stickers, inside were the pink hello kitty bandaids you got him.

You didn't actually think he'd use them, it was more or less a joke since your boyfriend mostly wore darker clothes.

He takes out a bandaid and puts it over the small wound on your knee, he blows over your palm, rubbing it lightly to try and soothe the redness, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and you can't help but stare, the way his eyes are planted onto your palms as he massages them, he seems adorable in this focused state.

"Thank you, Scaramouche."

"..No problem, just don't be stupid again and wait for me next time."

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

a headcanon where genshin bois broke up with you but saw you years later with thier child at 3 yeares old? Scara, xiao, zhongli and tighnari

Oh, you have an evil soul, I know that for sure. You want suffering, oh you drink my tears as coffee, I like you. I'll have fun with this one a bit. Also, sorry for the spelling errors, I try to fix them when I see them, however, I tend to type wayyy to fast. Or messy.

Scaramouche: ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══

You guys broke up because at some point in the relationship, it was getting too overwhelming, and toxic.

Scaramouche outbursts or his snide remarks became a ticking time bomb for you.

It was hard for you to feel loved at this point, and apparently it was hard for him to show it because he wanted to be stubborn.

The breaking point was where you came to him, head to head, this was going to determine your break up with him.

"Say something nice about me, say you love me, say anything, please do anything." You were pleading. You didn't want to leave but, it was starting to get to you.

His response? "What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of child?"

That was it, you broke up with him. This made his jaw drop, of course he protested, he grabbed you a lot, yelled at you. But you finally got free and left him, you went into hiding because he wasn't going to give up.

Along the way, you found out that you were pregnant, with twin boys, with his kids. In your head, you are like "How???" since he is a puppet.

Years later, your two little boys are grown and they are playful happy innocent toddlers. They were holding your hands and laughing. They both had Scaramouche face, but a happy and child like face.

You were happy, until you backed up a tiny bit and bumped into someone. You turned and saw it was Scaramouche.

You immediately panicked and picked up both of your boys and held your weapon to his face.

"W-What is this...? Who are they??" He was angry already and confused. He didn't understand why there are two little him. Was he being replaced, by better versions of himself. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her and yelled at him.

"They're your sons!" You yelled and cried, You pushed him and took her books and ran away.

He was left behind stunned, after a few minutes, he clenched his hands into fist. If you want him to be apart of the twin's life, you need to be patient. He will take a while to come around, and he will be difficult about it.

However, when he does, he becomes the most protective father, he would shield them from the past he had. He would never abandon him, he would teach them his bad attitude as way for them to stand up for themselves.

He won't admit it, but he grew fond of his boys because he felt they were children, just as him, and they understood him despite not realizing it.

As for you though, he still has issues getting along with you and would pick fights with you. He is sometimes loving but you are a little drained.

Xiao ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──── ⋅✩

You guys broke up peacefully, you both agreed it was for the best, he can't provide for your mortal needs and you have nothing to offer a troubled Adepti

You two parted always peacefully.

A few months later, your belly was getting swollen, but you had no idea why, after all, there is no way you could give birth to a half adeptus and half mortal right?

Well surprising motha fucka, nature is fucked up.

You were surprised and stressed, you don't know how to take care of a baby who is half Yaksha. How do you handle Karmic Debt?

Like does he poop spirits or dreams?

Once you gave birth, you realized the little girl had his dad's Yaksha marks on her arm and his diamond on her forehead. She had his green hair.

Overtime, you ended up figuring it out, thanks to taking care of Xiao time to time, you are aware of the child's needs more than enough.

You are dealing with a teleporting Child who can throw a tantrum to the size of a stadium but you have your ways.

Years ahead, you were feeding your little girl food ordered from Wanshu inn. You wanted her to enjoy the best of the best.

What you didn't know is that Xiao was watching, he was horrified, one for that he isn't the only Yaksha anymore and moreso, that this little girl looked like him, had his demon slayer markings.

You let your little girl use the bathroom, as you waited outside for her, guarding the door to prevent anyone from entering. You wanted her to be more independent in public places, this was one way.

This was Xiao chance to catch you alone, he appeared in front of you, he was very close to you, and you jolted and got scared.

"Who....Who is that little girl?" He looked into your eyes, scared but wanted to know more.

You stuttered a bit. "U-Um..."

He comes closer to you where your chest his touching his chest. "Tell me now." He asked sternly. He was upset of course, because why did she never tell him? They never had much fights but he at least deserved to know.

You felt a hug on your leg and crying. "M-Mama!" It was your little girl. You immediately picked her up and began to comfort her. "Shh, it's okay, mommy is okay."

Xiao immediately backed away, guilt was heavy on his chest, he never meant to scare....her.

You sighed and showed her to him. "Little one, do you know who is this?"

Your little girl will mostly by shy and scared of him, and Xiao will immediately show sadness to this, however, with your encouragement, she would try her best to look at Xiao. "This is your father, sweeite."

Your little girl touches Xiao's face and Xiao blushes and smiles, as he can't help it when it comes to little hands on his face.

He was hesitant at first but, he gently put his hands up and looked at you for consent.

You nodded and smiled, he passed your little girl over to him, where your little girl became his too. Your little girl naturally snuggled into his neck, sucking her thumb as Xiao shushes and coo's her gently.

As soon as Xiao held this little girl, he immediately sworn to protect her with his life, and held her protectively. He looked at you and placed his arm around your back and pulled you in for a group hug.

He asked if he could talk to you on what he can do to fix the relationship with you, and what can he do more as a father. He immediately fell in love with you little girl and even if you don't get back together, he would often visit, with presents, he would take her with him when you need breaks. He is a good dad, with co parenting or not.

Zhongli ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

You guys broke up because you just happened to not feel connected anymore. You guys just fell out.

You guys lived in differently eras and world and its hard to connect with him on some things.

You guys never really had a fight, but you used to talk everyday and now, you guys barely talk at all, touch each other or even just, try.

Zhongli brought this to your attention, and he isn’t a time waster, so and he doesn’t want to waste your time, so you guys broke up and moved on.

Until few months later, you found you that you were pregnant, you were in between telling him or not, but you realize that he is on vacation...he wants a break, so you kept this to yourself.

You raised his son by yourself, he looked exactly like you, but his powers are no doubt Zhongli's, and his dragon habits and nature as well.

You were eating out with your wonderful son, he was running around and saying hello to everyone until he ran into Zhongli. He bummed into Zhongli and fell back.

Zhongli looked down and offered a hand and kind smile. "Are you okay, little friend?" The little boy smiles cheerfully and took his hand and got up.

Once you came and bend your knees to check for wounds and see if he is okay, Zhongli was surprised and would greet you. You would greet him back and you would smile at him, while picking your son up.

However, once Zhongli saw the little boy do his dragon habits such as teething, or biting your shirt, he recognized it immediately.

At first he won't say anything and would act like nothing happen, he actually wait for you to reveal it.

However, once you didn't and you were gonna leave him, he immediately grabbed your shoulder, and will call you out. "This child...he is mine kin isn't he? Why weren't you willing to reveal this to me?"

Zhongli wants to be in this kid's life, he wants to pass down his knowledge and memories to him, he wants to teach him everything, this was new to him but he wants to be responsible.

Despite how harsh it is, a child between two lovers is a contract where they both need to parent, and he is happy to do it. He would really want to show his son the world and his victories.

Tighnari ── •✧• ──── •✧• ──── •✧• ──── •✧• ──

There would be two reason why you and Tighnari break up, one would be because he was too busy to even be in your life, and second would be that his scolding makes it hard for you to connect with him, as he was too nitpicky at the smallest things. This can be at small things such as how you handle things like chores, to bigger things like how you store items to quest to other things.

Things ended sadly, not miserable but, just it was sad and heartbreaking. It was hard to move on, the relationship you guys had was different but special.

You found out you were pregnant at a doctor check up one day, also because Sumeru had free healthcare so why not go to doctors as a hobby :)

You were freaking out, how do you take care of a fennec fox hybrid? What do they even eat? Should you only feed them veggies? Or feed them meat as well?

A lot of things were running in your head.

Years later, you got accustomed to your little girl, you groomed her tail and ears, and fed her what she liked.

You often go on walks in Sumeru forest, you wanted her to be in touch with her fox side. You want her to be free.

You patted her head, as you held her hand and walk, you stopped by a beautiful waterfall and watched. Your little girl was playing in the water.

Tighnari was behind you, stunned, he was processing, he already put two and two together, since he is a smartass from the smartass skool.

You turned around and jolted. "O-Oh, y-you are here..." You were startled.

It took him a few minutes to look at you and back at the little girl. His ears flopped a bit as she slowly pointed at the little girl speechless.

You sigh and nodded, knowing you can't outsmart him or lie to him.

You went to take your little girl's hand and brought her to him.

Tighnari kneeled down and took a good look at her, despite never meeting her, he knew, this little girl was his.

He would questioned and ask if you were a single mother and if you are seeing anyone, and would ask if maybe he can try being in her life, however he is just as busy, but he thought maybe take her on walks with him.

You were fine with it either way, you desire nothing from him though, if he wanted to be in your daughter's life, that's fine, but you want nothing to do with him.

He noticed this and felt conflicted.

Overtime, he would try and get you to trust him again, spend time with you and her as a family, but you would refuse and keep your distance.

Tighnari would be frustrated and sad over it, you can tell that his tail was losing hair, he understands why you refuse to take him back but Fennec Foxes mate for life.

It's in his nature, he wants to be dedicated to you, and he is becoming stressed from the rejection from you.

[color-thoughts]

Warning: Murder (not you or him), Vampire Scaramouche, angst(?), yandere, attempted suicide (you), suicidal thoughts (you), power imbalance, locked up against your will, married against your will, many forcing stuff (nothing explicit), biting/drinking blood/sinking for fangs, Scara can read your thoughts, teleport, really strong. And an unnamed character.

This was so long for some reason, uhh.

Four years ago. You never found the reason and purpose of living. You were on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off and die.

Until someone held you so tightly... "My love..." A voice calls out, who?

"I'm not-" and you passed out.

You wake up groggily in a royal-ish and gothic like designed room, each and every corner lavishly designed and a portrait of a woman who looks like you lies there in the middle, with a man.

Then the said man appeared in your face.

"You're not even her..." He grumbles, "I want you to marry me." He proposes.

You were taken aback, who wouldn't be? A man abducts and suddenly proposes to marry you.

"..What—" he immediately interrupts you, "I am not giving you a choice." He states

...and that's how your life ended, where you found out that the man who abducted you was named Scaramouche. And he's not really a man per se, more of a vampire honestly.

And that just terrified you. Because what? Scaramouche is basically that one vampire your town had angered because they ended up murdering his wife!

Not only that, why would anyone save you at all? When you have done nothing for the town and the town literally wants you gone... You're left with no choice honestly.

You don't even know why it hurts you, but, you found out that the only reason he wanted to marry you was because you looked similar to his late lover... It shouldn't really hurt you.

So you're just outside, just in his garden, the moonlight hovering above you. You sighed...

Your life really ended. You can't even see the sun anymore...

The meals he ate that he demanded you to prepare for him like a wife should — terrified you...

He doesn't even love you...

And you're locked up in the castle because of his paranoia.

Sometimes you wished you could just run away.. but where? Where would you go? You have nowhere to go.

You can't really go anywhere...

You just wish you could die.

You shut your eyes and deeply inhaled.. and exhaled. Then you open your eyes only to see the one who ended your life — Scaramouche.

He looked upset.. I mean, he always looked upset, his eyebrows are always furrowed, his lips are always curved into a frown, his dead indigo eyes are always dead... And when he's more mad than ever? He'd have an eerie forced smile on his face... Or a death glare.. he's really just unpredictable, it scares you. Everything about him scares you.

"Why are you outside? I've been looking for you." He spoke, and you averted your gaze and sat up. "I was just—"

"Can you stop it?" He snapped, you're confused as your eyebrows furrowed and you look at him. "What?"

"You are aware I can hear your thoughts no? I could hear from a mile away how much you want to die.. to get away from me. It irritates me. Stop it." He demands, you avert your gaze, your lips pressing into a firm line.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He's agitated, why are you so meek?

When he wants to see his first late lover unto you, he can't, he just sees you, and it's making him annoyed that his dead heart is starting to beat because of you, it irritates him.

Every little thing you do. Why can't you just do it for the sake of doing it? Why are you doing it for him? When he does see you do something for yourself — it's even worse! It's either running away or dying. He hates it. Stop.

He couldn't help himself but hold your arms firmly, at least firmly to his standard, but bruising to you. He stares you down as you look at him, why? Why are you so different from her?

His mouth slipped that question and you're just confused even more.

The more you keep on thinking of dying, the more he imagines you dead, the more he gets scared. He doesn't want to admit it, but he fell for how you are, for how different you are, from just yourself...

Maybe fell is an understatement... He's obsessed with it.

He wants to see more of you. He wants to see you act like him... He wants you to be an actual wife of his.. someone he can live his undying life with... Someone that isn't his dead lover. He can never replace his dead lover, but he definitely can be with you.

The fact that despite all these thoughts of dying and things, you stayed with him. You didn't run when he gave you so many opportunities to, you didn't get away from him.. you practically signed up for this didn't you?

You practically wanted him to never ever want you to die and to be gone ever again...

So stop it.

Stop trying to die.

Stop.

He can't let you die. No.

His grip is still firm on your shoulders as he gets on his knees — to your level — then places his face to your neck, nuzzling it (making you shiver).

Then opening his mouth, and bite.

He just bit your neck, and your face paled as the pain hit you. As you feel his fangs sink into your neck.

You're a weak mortal. You also have a weak mindset. So.. even though it takes time, he'll definitely turn you into a vampire so you can stay with him forever.

He never wants to tell you at all, but.. he's actually done this already when he started falling for you two years ago in your four year relationship.

Whenever you slumber in the chamber he gave you, so vulnerably sleeping, your neck to your shoulders exposed for him to feed on? He just can't keep his fangs out of it. You're practically begging to be with him forever with that.

So he'll do as you told him to. He'll make you a vampire so you could be with him. You asked for it, no?

Well either way, you never really had a choice.

You begged, you begged him to stop, you tangled your fingers in his indigo locks, trying to push him away, but he won't budge.

He just continued for a solid minute and stopped, some blood dripping off his lips. As he looked at you and then the bite mark, then to you.

And with his strength, he carried you and teleported to your chambers and threw you on the soft mattress.

Then laying on top of you as he caresses your face softly, his eyes focused as he murmured things that you couldn't make out (it was a love confession).

You opened your mouth to ask, but he quickly interrupted you, he always interrupted you whenever you spoke, it honestly made you feel disrespected, but he doesn't really care about that in the moment.

"You asked for it." That's all he said before he forces you to tilt your head as he sinks his fangs into the same bite mark on your neck, and proceeds to do the painful procedure of turning a human into a vampire...

You wouldn't really be at the same level as him because you were turned into a vampire, but he liked it that way.. because that meant he'd still be superior to you and have some kind of power and control over you.

Like he said... You asked for it the moment you decided to not leave when you had a chance. And you never really had a choice.

I was inspired to do this because of a certain friend of mine (ahem ahem @tnsophiaonly) having suicidal thoughts and having a fixation to vampires (specifically Scaramouche), and yandere ig.

TO PEOPLE HAVING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR HAS ATTEMPTED IT, PLEASE SEEK HELP, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

And @tnsophiaonly YOU GOT INTO THAT INCIDENT BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO DIE FROM IT??? I am so tying you up after you get out of the hospital

[mistle10]

Scara is a completely codependent lover. it's seriously unhealthy. you're his lover, now that he understands you won't betray him, he's obsessed. and you are too. if the two of you are apart for too long, things start to go horribly.

sex is clumsy and inarticulate, just a mess of bodies. you love each other too much to take your time or do anything carefully.

rushed kisses like it's the last time youll ever get to touch each other, more tongue and teeth than anything else.

breathing in each others breath in tandem, taking each other in. you need each other more than even oxygen.

you rarely do anything other than missionary, completely pressed against each other like its magnetic. limbs tangled together, you spend hours locked away like either of you could disappear at any moment.

"i love you, i love you, youre mine," hed groan, kissing down from your ear.

after youre done, you lay there together, not pulling out or getting up and just being in each others raw company for a long time.

if he never had to interact with anyone else for as long as he lived, hed stay here with you

[lovelyykrystall]

🎀 you're mine ...!

cw ... modern!au, reader uses afab terms, no protection, creampie, possessiveness, biting/marking, mentions of unwanted flirting

synopsis ... scara and you are out at a club, but while there some annoying drunkards try to flirt with you. not on scaras watch though; he'll have to make sure they know your his.

it was supposed to be a fun night out - your friends had invited you out tonight, but they all had gone off to do their own thing, probably getting drunk if you knew anything about them. you sighed, thankfully you had scaramouche's company, having had dragged him along to join you. however that didn't seem to stop the unwarranted flirting of random drunk men who couldn't keep it in their pants. you weren't too worried, as you knew if anything got too bad, scara would be there to help. first it started with some subtle hints; scara pulling you close with an arm around your waist, holding hands, etc; he even initiated a small make out session between you two.

scaramouche wasn't pleased to say the least. his glare would shoot daggers at anyone who tried to get close to you, and eventually they'd let up. that didn't stop the burning gut feeling he got however, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his and only his. that's how you guys had ended up in this situation; scaramouche dragging you to the single stall bathroom, pressing you against the wall with a rough kiss.

his hands roamed your body, quickly fumbling with your clothes and his own, his growing irritation causing him to become more determined to make you his.

"fucking hate those guys," he'd mumble against the sensitive skin on your neck, "can't they fucking see that you're mine?" he grunted, finally having taken off your pants and unbuttoned his own, pulling out his already throbbing cock.

he made no haste in lifting up your legs as he pressed you against the wall, rubbing the head of his aching dick against your clit to collect your growing wetness and rub his precum all over your pussy, drawing a soft moan from your lips at the sensation. he positioned himself at your cunt, your walls clenching around nothing in anticipation. his fingers dug into your hips as he supported you against the wall, before slipping the tip of his cock into your tight hole, then almost immediately bottoming out with a snap of his hips. you shivered at the feeling, your legs trembling as it ripped a moan from your throat. he seemed to enjoy the reaction he got from you, his hips picking up a rough pace as he filled you up with his cock.

"mmnngh.. gonna mark you... so everyone knows your mine..." he breathed before he bit down into your neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, your head thrown back as you whimpered quietly. scaramouche smirked against your neck, licking the mark left behind and pressing a kiss against it, your lewd noises stirring him on as he continued to fuck you up against the wall.

his fingers quickly found your clit, he was determined to make you cum first. to prove no one could fuck you as good as he did. he'd make you cum just from his cock a thousand times if it meant showing those bastards that you were his.

"s– scara, slow– s-slow down, 's too good, hah- nghh, i– i'm gonna...!" the overwhelming pleasure of his cock fucking against your sensitive walls and his fingers rubbing sharp circles on your clit sent you over the edge, the knot of ecstasy snapping as you let out a long string of moans and pleas, his name a chant on your lips.

"f-fuck, m' gonna cum... gonna fill you up... make sure everyone knows who you belong to..." his breath was hot against your ear, his moans becoming more desperate, "...and you better take every fucking drop of it," he hissed, before his hips slammed against yours as the tip of his dick pressed into your cervix, a groan leaving is lips as his cum filled up your tight hole, painting the inside of your cunt white. his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum deep into you, your cunt milking him dry.

you shuddered at the feeling of his warmth filling you up, stuffing you full. a sigh left both of your mouths as you came down from your respective highs, before scaramouche hummed thoughtfully, breaking the calming silence.

"...you think you can handle a little more? 'wanna make sure you're filled up.. so everyone knows your mine..." he muttered into the crook of your neck.

this was going to be a long night, but you weren’t gonna complain.

© lovelykrystal 2023 • do not plagiarize, repost or copy my works.

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Good Night and Sweet Dreams

Genshin masterlist || Scaramouche masterlist

Tags: fluff, pre-established relationship, gn!reader Summary: what is a person (you) to do when their favorite person only ever confess when they are asleep?

You and Scaramouche are like the sun and the moon side by side, you being the much more vocal counterpart to his quiet, 'action over words' self. You can confess your love for him ten times over and there is 0% chance of him returning it… during daytime.

At night, when you are (assumed to be) deep asleep and cannot hear him, Scaramouche finally becomes more honest. He would stare at you with eyes so filled with love he wonders how he could hide it normally, a hand cushioning your head on the bed, at your behest, and the littlest smile on his thin lips. Words of affection tumble from his lips unguarded, threatening to bury you underneath them. After finishing up with his "mushy" confession, Scaramouche just lies back down and allows himself to rest.

What he does not know, however, is that you have heard everything, every single night. It was an accident at first, yes, but slowly, it becomes a nightly routine for you to act like you fell asleep and wait until Scaramouche allows himself to be vulnerable around your “sleeping” self. Words uncharacteristically soft spill out unbidden, revealing all of the affection he holds for you and you only.

Maybe one day, Scaramouche will be brave enough to tell you all of this face-to-face. But until then, you suppose you will continue to hold this little secret close to your heart~ ♡

A/N: Man my body is killing me...