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6urin · 1 year

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HIS MOM'S FAVOURITE! (≧◡≦)

Or in other words, Scaramouche resisting (and failing) the urge to fuck you while his mom is in the same house.

contains: f!afab!reader x bf!scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, degradation, praise, bath sex, nipple play, cumshot, cigarette use, breeding

(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!

When you revealed your outfit to Scaramouche, like usual, he adored your sense of style. However, there was a little hiccup. "Baby, why'd you have to wear such a skimpy skirt tonight?" He pouts as he tugs at the hem, trying to lower it a bit more in hopes of covering some of your skin.

You give him a glance from over your shoulder and sigh, "It's your fault for telling me we were going to have dinner with your mom in twenty minutes. I was rushing and on top of that, I still had to do my makeup. Why don't you ever tell me these things beforehand?"

The two of you were waiting on the front porch, still recollecting yourselves as Scaramouche's mother took her time in getting the door.

Scaramouche merely narrows his eyes and smiles, "No need to get all whiny; you have plenty more dinners with her in the future to make up for tonight." At what was supposed to be a playful tease made you even more nervous. You smack him with your handbag, whisper-shouting, "Not funny!"

Finally, the door opened. Ei gasps with a smile and pinches Scaramouche's cheek, which results in him swatting her hand away. "It's so great to finally meet my son's girlfriend. I've heard a lot about you, (Name)."

You stifle a surprised noise when you feel Scaramouche's hand harshly groping at your ass. "Ah, it's nice to meet you too, Ms. Raiden," you coyly say, bowing your head. Ei exclaims, "Well, come in! The food will get cold." The second she disappears into the dining room, you give Scaramouche a reprimanding glare.

He simply gives you an innocent smile in return.

Scaramouche walks ahead of you, saying, "Mom, don't tell me you cooked..." Ei hushes his remark while setting out the plates and cutlery. You instantly rush over and offer to help out. Ei clasps her hands, muttering, "Oh, thank you, dear. If it's not too much trouble, could you get the glasses from the cupboard by the fridge?"

Already heading into the kitchen, you nod, "Of course!"

When you get there, you find your snarky boyfriend whistling to himself while leaning against the counter. Scaramouche pushes himself off of it and scoffs, "The way you act like a goody-two-shoes in front of my mom is insane. If only she knew how vulgar you are."

You roll your eyes and reach up to open the cupboard. While grabbing the glasses, it obviously didn't go unnoticed by you when Scaramouche's gaze lingered on your thighs. "As if your mind in the gutter is any better than mine," you say, walking up to him and pressing your chest against his.

Scaramouche's hands attempt to grab your waist but you pull away and laugh as you return to the dining room.

You thought wrong if the sexual tension were to get any better at the dinner table.

You tighten your smile a little more each time you feel his hands grabbing your thighs and playing with the plush skin. It wasn't long before you had to slap it away when he slipped his fingers in between your legs.

Ei places her fingertips together, asking, "Is the food good, dear? I tried to make it taste nice for my future daughter-in-law!" Her joke emits a not so hidden chuckle from Scaramouche and you glare at him. You play along and giggle, "Jokes aside, it does taste amazing, Ms-"

Ei tuts, "Please, call me mom. We can drop the honorifics as you seem to have proven yourself a nice and worthy girl of my son from his endless stories about you." You blush in pride from her comment.

"Ah, why don't you stay the night? It's getting dark out and I'm sure you and Scaramouche can stay in his old bedroom." Ei's suggestion catches you off guard. Scaramouche slyly adds, "Oh, yeah, why don't you, (Name)? I wouldn't want you to go home all alone at this time of day."

You nervously clear your throat and sigh through your nose. "Sure, I don't see why not."

The moment you and Scaramouche got off of Ei's radar, he initiated a heated makeout outside of his bedroom door. The guy must have waited for this all evening. You tightly grip onto his biceps, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away and starts sucking on your neck, making you gasp out.

"W-Wait, Kuni, we should go in your room first..." When you realized your words were doing no good to control the lust driven man, you opened the door to his room and dragged him inside anyways. You fell onto his bed when he got on top of you.

"God, you're such a fucking whore, y'know that? Acting all sweet in front of her, but she just doesn't understand how slutty you actually are." Scaramouche slides your panties down your legs, leaving your skirt on. He licks the damp spot in the fabric, causing you to whine from the lewd action.

You softly breathe out, "Please fuck me, Scara." Scaramouche tosses the undergarment aside and lowers his head to meet your cunt. He presses his calloused thumb against your clit. You throw your head back and moan, balling up the sheets in your fists.

"That food was fucking disgusting, right? Unlike you, I couldn't even eat a spoonful. I need something to get rid of my hunger, don't I?" Scaramouche licks up and down and between your folds, around your clit and finally, into your hole. You buck your hips forward and cry out, "Fuck, that's so good!"

Scaramouche's tongue repeatedly delves in and out, your walls spasming around the slippery pink muscle. He wraps his arms around your thighs to force them open since you keep on closing them from the intense pleasure. He lets out heavy pants and removes his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Two of his fingers fill the empty space inside of your needy pussy while you arch your back and let out the most lewdest noises. You instantly tense up when you hear knocking at the door.

"(Name), dear, can I come in? I brought you a towel and some old clothes of my son's so you can take a shower."

In a frenzy, you try getting Scaramouche to let you go, however his grip on you was way too strong. You stammer out, "I-I'm a bit occupied right now, can you just-" You stop to suppress a moan when your orgasm finally reaches you. You bite down on your lip, thighs shaking as Scaramouche licks up the remains of your cum.

"Can you just leave it in the bathroom, please?"

Ei curiously raises a brow but hums, "Alright. Do tell me if you have any trouble finding the bathroom itself, or you can just ask Scaramouche. Where did that boy go?..." The sound of her footsteps fade away and you sigh.

You sit up, knitting your brows together with a frown on your lips. "We could have gotten caught; just imagine if she didn't knock." You get off of the bed, on your way to the bathroom when suddenly, his arms wrap around your waist from behind you. "Hey now, it's not fair if you're the only one who gets fun, huh?"

You give him an eyeroll. "I'll deal with you later, just let me take a shower first. You made such a mess in between my legs." You turn around and kiss him, tasting your climax on his tongue. Scaramouche holds the side of your head and you grind your bare cunt against the rough material of his jeans when he highers his knee.

"C'mon, I'll shower with you." The idea he proposes makes your cunt clench. You huff, "Fine."

You suck on the head of his cock, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear while watching him with half-lidded eyes. Scaramouche grunts, "Don't be such a tease, f-fuck..." His voice trails off and the hot bath water the two of you are in doesn't help his condition.

The salty taste of pre-cum flooded your mouth as you figured from all of the teasing before this.

You close your eyes and finally take his entire length into your mouth, not without a few gagging noises. Scaramouche mutters, "That's it, you little slut. Take it all." His lips hung agape as he released soft groans, his hand clutching the side of the tub while his other hand nestled within your hair.

You let out muffled noises, bobbing your head up and down and running your tongue against every single vein of his cock. Your hands encase around his shaft for stability as you increase the pace. Scaramouche seethes through his clenched teeth, "Your throat is so tight, God, I'm gonna-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence, coming inside of your mouth with a long moan followed by profanities. You slowly pull yourself off of him and the rest of his semen splatters against your tits, now drenched with both water and thick, white substances.

You swallow his load and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Scaramouche pushes the back of your head to lean against him, pulling you into a kiss. You rub your pussy onto his toned thighs, whimpering and mewling against his lips. His hand grabs at one of your boobs, playing with the nipple and pinching it.

The water in the bath swishes with the movements and you feel his fingers prod at your entrance. He sinks three digits inside of you and you start gasping. "O-Oh, Scara... mmh, you're so needy tonight, ngh~" You start jerking off his cock that got hard again, easily slipping your hand up and down with the help of the water.

When you cum on his hand from him rapidly pumping his fingers inside you, you tightly squeeze his dick, letting him release his sperm onto the soft skin of your stomach. "You better be ready for tonight, I'm going to fuck you full... going to fuck your cute cunt and watch you squirt, yeah?"

"Then you better not disappoint."

But it's Scaramouche you're talking about. He never disappoints you in bed, ever.

He knew that you knew what you were in for, entering his room only wearing his shirt and your panties. Your tits poke through the flimsy fabric, the rest of your skin on display for him to see. "Well, aren't you going to fuck me instead of smoking those cigs all night?"

You join him on the bed and Scaramouche removes the blunt. He holds your chin and presses his lips against yours, letting the toxic air trap itself into your mouth. Scaramouche chuckles, "And you said I was needy." He places himself on top of you and you meekly spread your legs for him.

He tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth and pulls down your panties, your strings of fluid sticking to the fabric. Scaramouche gulps, wanting to eat you out again but his cock needed you more. It's easy to plunge inside of you with one thrust and how wet you are for him.

You moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. Scaramouche groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.

You gasp and whine by his ear, emitting a moan from him. "Jus' love it when you make those adorable sounds, baby. F-Fuck, you like that?" Scaramouche chuckles when he feels you tighten around him. You nod, "U-Uh-huh, mngh! G-God, honey, more, please,"

Scaramouche mutters under his breath, "As you wish." He slides his cock in and out of you, making sure to leave you writhing and squirming in his hold. Your pussy releases the most vulgar noises, squelching and tightening each time his dick fucks into your womb.

The head repeatedly smashes into your cervix, causing tears of both pain and pleasure to spring to your eyes. "Oh, don't stop, Kuni! I'm so close!" You arch your back and push your clothed tits onto his bare chest, making sure to grind up against him. Scaramouche hisses in pleasure, feeling your hard nipples atop his.

You dig your nails into his back, your breaths and moans getting louder and faster. You squeal, "Oh, my God! Fuck, fuck, Kuni!" Scaramouche seals your cute noises with a messy kiss, drool seeping from his mouth and yours.

The slapping of his balls against your clit gets faster before he finally cums inside of you. You orgasm at the same time, letting out shaky sighs and mewls. Scaramouche moans, "Mmh, baby," He lays you onto the bed and continues to kiss you, all the while keeping his cock snug inside of your walls.

His cum pours from your cunt as he pulls out, but he's quick to scoop it up and finger it back inside you. You, who's still sensitive from the intense climax, clutch onto his wrist, whimpering, "K-Kuni, don't-" You're cut off with your own moan, his fingers curling inside of you.

"Gotta keep it in there, sweetheart. My mom's always telling me how her grandkids would look beautiful when you end up being my wife," Scaramouche playfully bites on your lower lip and you huff. "When? It's a promise now and you better keep it," you say, burying your hand in his hair.

Scaramouche chuckles and slides his hand up your shirt to fondle your breast while his other hand continues to pump his fingers in your soaked pussy. You quietly whine, resting your head on the pillows. He lays next to you while touching your body up, his gaze admiring your lewd expressions.

You gradually fall asleep to him fucking the energy out of you with his fingers still inside of your sopping cunt. When he notices you're unconscious, Scaramouche removes his hand from your chest and pulls up your shirt. He peppers kisses all over your plush skin before wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.

He bites and sucks on the bud and finally takes his fingers out of you to fidget with your other nipple. You rub your thighs together in your sleep, gasping and putting one of your hands in his hair. You tightly grip a fistful of his cerulean locks, awakening from your short slumber.

With sleepy looking eyes, you release a soft moan. Scaramouche looks at you and his gaze is absolutely glazed over with a new-found lust. He releases his lips from your nipple with a string of saliva and licks on the areola around the mound. "Ready for the next round?"

Suddenly, Ei's voice calls from the room next to his.

"Scaramouche, I didn't raise you to be a horndog! Go take out the garbage!"

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haerin1 · 7 months

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This is like suuuppeerrrr silly but i just thought about it >.<

Scara with reader thats on her period

her randomly approaching scara and cupping his cheeks, then proceeded to sob about how pretty he is!!

Just wanna know how he would react and how he would calm her down 🥰

Could be modern or canon au‼️‼️

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE.

note: ty for the req !! i hope its ok that i did afab reader, pls enjoy !! :3

[modern au!scara x afab!reader] super fluffy and cute, scara teases a lot, period is mentioned !!

It's a peaceful Saturday night in Scara's shared dorm with his friend, Heizou. You practically live in their dorm at this point because your clingy boyfriend makes you stay so he can see you all the time.

Heizou and Scara are casually playing video games together in their beds when he picks up a sound coming from the bathroom. Scara puts his phone down and sits up from where he was previously laying down.

He remembers you mentioning you were going to go pee but it's been, what, seven minutes now?

Heizou, not looking up from his phone as Scara starts walking to the washroom, mutters, "Need to take a piss again?" Scara rolls his eyes in response. He runs a hand through his soft but messy, dark indigo hair as his other hand lifts up to knock on the bathroom door.

"Open up, it's been a year already," Scara grumbles.

He leans against the door, pressing his ear to the wood as he waits for a response. Scara hears you approaching the door and he steps away. You open it and his brows raise in surprise at the sight of your teary face and the pout on your lips.

"Scara..."

You cry out and throw yourself against him, tightly clinging onto your bewildered boyfriend as you whine, "Why are you so pretty!? It's so unfair!" You sob out, "You have perfect, soft and clear skin and the most gorgeous eyes ever!" You continue sniffling, your tears staining Scara's sweatshirt.

Scara pauses before chuckling a bit, still visibly confused. "What's up with you, idiot," he mumbles, looking to the side as an embarrassed gesture before looking back at you, where you're now hiding your face in his sweatshirt as you cry.

"You're so perfect... whyyy!?"

You cup Scara's face, bringing him up/down (height neutral) to meet your gaze as you frown, "Promise me you won't ever get plastic surgery or... or, or a buzzcut," you sternly say, furrowing your brows together to show Scara you were dead serious.

Scara scoffs, deadpanning at you as he says, "You know I'll never get a buzzcu-" You pinch his cheeks and grumble, "Just promise me!"

Scara winces in pain and sighs, "Okay, okay... I promise I won't get plastic surgery or a buzzcut. Are you happy now?" You pause, squinting your eyes as you look him up and down before nodding. "Mhm..." You wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"You can let go now..." The faintest of pink dusts his fair complexion as he glances elsewhere. Scara hovers his hand over your head before patting your hair as an awkward attempt of comforting you.

"You're on your period, aren't you?"

You just nod against his sweatshirt, sniveling softly. Scara rolls his eyes, before he smirks slightly. "What would you do without me? C'mon," He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, mumbling, "You're ugly when you cry."

You huff, "Shut up." Scara chuckles, "Just for the time being. Let's go to my car, I'll bring you with me to buy you some things from the grocery store." At that, you smile in content and cling to Scara like a puppy to its owner as he leads you to the front door of the dorm.

Heizou sits up in his bed, complaining, "Hey, you better get me buldak noodles!" Scara snarls, "This is not an invitation for free things; Only my (s/o) gets that luxury." And he shuts the front door, bringing you along and leaving Heizou in a ticked off mood.

As Scara drives, he keeps one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other one on your lap as you look out the window. He lent you his favourite Artic Monkeys sweatshirt that he was wearing earlier to warm up your stomach and ease down the cramps. He subtly glances at you every so often.

Scara parks into the lot of the grocery store and unbuckles his seatbelt. Before you know it, he's already at your side, opening the car door for you. Shortly after, Scara's pushing the shopping cart, grabbing random snacks he knows you like and puts them in.

"You like this flavor, right?" Scara mumbles, holding a ice cream tub in his hands and inspecting it. You nod, smiling. As Scara places it in the cart and starts pushing it again, you giggle, "My boyfriend's so cute, I might as well cry again."

Scara hisses, "Not in public. I won't hesitate to act like I don't know you." You know he's joking, but you pout and give him pleading puppy eyes as he brings the cart towards the self checkout area. Scara grimaces before sighing as he starts scanning the items, "Whatever..."

You hum in satisfaction and enjoy the sweet warmth of his sweatshirt as he pays for the things and carries the bag, holding your hand with his free one as the both of you leave the store.

You both stay in the car instead of going back to the dorm, snacking on the food Scara bought for the two of you (mainly you) to enjoy together.

"Feeling any better?"

Mitski's new album plays on the car's speakers as you and him eat Pocky sticks. You nod with a smile, "Mhm. I can't thank you enough, cutie." You give him a quick, but meaningful, kiss on the cheek before continuing to chew on your Pocky stick.

Scara lets his Pocky stick rest in between his teeth as he looks at you for a few moments before asking, "Wanna do the Pocky challenge?" You perk up in surprise from his sudden proposal, but you'd never turn down a bold game like that.

You laugh, "Is this just an excuse to kiss me?"

Scara rolls his eyes, "Even if it was, would it matter?" He places his hand on your cheek and starts biting on his end of the stick. You bite the other end, and this process repeats until finally...

His soft lips gently press against yours, his hands on the back of your neck to close the distance completely.

Mitski's My Love Mine All Mine gets to the chorus at the most perfect timing possible.

You felt like the most loved and treasured person on Earth during this very moment as your (somewhat) sweet boyfriend kissed you in his car without a care in the world. Scara loves you so dearly, even if you cry over the littlest things during your period...

🐾🍫🍮 : © haerin1 (do not translate, steal or take too much inspo from my works)

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caelisblade · 7 months

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¡! praisin' you | wanderer

kinktober, day one: hate sex + praise kink

“oh, fucking hell”, he moaned into your ear as he thrusted back into you, “now, tell me, how much do you like me fucking you like this?”

scaramouche couldn’t help the dry chuckle leaving his throat as he saw your absolutely wrecked face and tear-filled eyes, burying his face into your neck as he planted rough kisses and bites all over your neck.

“shut the – god, fuck up”, you cried out after a particularly hard thrust he delivered, his own frustrations and pent up stress making tonight’s fuck session much more intense. “just fuck me.”

“mh, so bossy”, he chuckled before he increased his pace again, having you sob out as the pleasure rushed through your body. “and so fucking gorgeous underneath me with my cock in your pretty pussy.” the last part was nothing but a whisper, just before he distracted you with some hard thrusts to keep you off of questioning his sudden compliment.

scara hated your guts. both of you being researchers of vahumana, competition wasn’t avoidable. and it showed – by how you would always fight for dominance when he’d finally join you in your dorm and fuck the shit out of you out of frustration for doing slightly worse than you in an exam or project.

but neither of you could deny the intense attraction both of you had for each other.

“you’re such a bitch. how dare you score better than me, you fucking slut? wanted me to get angry with you so i’d fuck you good, right? needed me to fuck you so bad? cute. such a needy whore for me, aren’t you?”

the mix of degradation and praise had you in a dizzy state, clinging onto his shoulders as you sobbed, so close to your climax once more; he had previously been edging you before he decided that that was boring and he would more like to see you suffer in overstimulation and dumb on his cock.

“please. i can’t take this anymore”, you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. “make me come, please. sensitive.”

scaramouche simply could not help himself but chuckle. “poor you. so desperate for me to make you come, aren’t you? what a little slut you are.”

his thrusts got a lot more uncontrolled, he himself was nearing his climax as he groaned into your ear, having you shake and shiver as he finally came buried deep inside of you, making you sob in pleasure.

“fuck”, you whimper, looking at him as he pulled out slowly, laying down next to you as he tried to catch his breath.

both of you stared at each other before you started laughing as you shook your head. “man, i can’t believe we’re supposed to hate each other’s guts”, you mumbled with a smile on your lips as you felt sleep overcome your entire body..

“who said i hate you, hm?”, you only heard him distinctly say, before you were already asleep, not even sure if he really said that or not.

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primofate · 2 years

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 21 - Finale/Epilogue) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Note: aaannndddd it’s done! It’s not a very long chapter for several reasons. I just wanted a clean ending and though there were not a lot of details of what happened to the gnosis, Serena and Finnian and other things, I decided to keep those for the extra chapters! Thank you so much for going on this journey with me lovelies! My first full Genshin fanfiction has finally ended and what a nice journey and process it was!

Warnings: mentions of a honeymoon, soft-ish Scara

Word Count: 3k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scaramouche’s gruff and sleepy voice reaches your ears. His arms are suddenly tight around your waist, tensing at the slight movement of you trying to take his hand off.

“Just to the bathroom, Scara,” you tell him, still grasping the back of his hand to take it away from your waist. He huff-sighs, retracting his arms to himself to let you jump off the bed. He pushes himself up by his elbows, the blanket pooling on his lap as he props himself up into a sitting position, back leaning against the headboard of the bed.

He doesn’t say anything as he watches the door to the bathroom click close, and he lets out a stifled yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. From the looks of it, it was probably nearly time to wake up anyway, judging from the sunrays peeking through the curtains.

Scaramouche sat in silence, mind still a little foggy at the sudden awakening, but he’d rather be awake than asleep whenever you had to be away from him, even if it was just to the bathroom. He’s painfully aware that it’s probably leftover trauma from your disappearing act a month ago.

His eyes peeked open when he heard the bathroom door open up again and you came strolling out, sporting a yawn just as he did earlier. You’re about to walk over to your side of the bed, but Scaramouche beckons you over to his side instead and you tilt your head in question.

He’s shirtless. That’s how he slept now, becoming more comfortable around you and behind closed doors. He’s nicer, occasionally still harsh and biting, still incredibly stubborn and sometimes still insufferable. But now, he didn’t seem to have a lot of problems being clingy, or was that more of his paranoia speaking?

You supposed it was because of the incident, and you couldn’t quite blame him for being paranoid of history repeating itself. Though you insisted that he should really ease up.

As you approached his side of the bed he easily envelops you in his arms and pulls you on top of him, then he rolls to his side, bringing you along with him while you yelp in surprise at the sudden move. You’re trapped in his arms again as he closes his eyes, ready to go back to dreamland.

“We’re supposed to be waking up,” you mock glare at him, knowing that he can’t see you. You’re inches away from his peaceful face.

“...When have I ever woken up on time?” He counters and you can’t say anything back, just shaking your head to yourself. You end up resting your eyes as well. It’s getting colder in the kingdom and you thought that Scaramouche’s tendency to be more cuddly in bed came at the right time.

If the blankets weren’t enough, his warmth surely was.

“We’re visiting Kuni today,” he suddenly mumbles. You don’t open your eyes, but your heart sinks a little at the statement. You hadn’t visited his grave, perhaps part of you wasn’t ready yet, but the two of you had agreed on it today.

Dragging it on just didn’t seem respectful.

“...I know,” you relax into his hold, your mind moving into your subconsciousness as a slight sleepiness overtakes you, going back to the day you found your way home.

“The broken arm is the biggest problem,” The doctor told Scaramouche when he came back into the room after the doctor’s evaluation. “But the bruises on her back are bad too,” the doctor prescribed a tub of salve but Scaramouche wasn’t aware of the bruises at that point and he turned to you with his brows furrowed.

“What bruises?” he asked you and you could only turn back around and slip the yukata off your shoulders to show him just how purple your back was from whatever impact it went through. Scaramouche held back from grimacing at the sight, it spanned near your shoulder, up until below what seemed to be your shoulder blade.

The doctor was dismissed, and after a nap you’d woken up feeling better than the past few weeks. Scaramouche was in bed with you, but he was sitting on his side of the bed, just silent and accompanying you till you woke. Part of him was trying to sort out his thoughts, but while you were asleep he had already sent a letter to your parents, along with asking a maid to update his own.

Scaramouche made sure you were awake enough to answer his questions, and you told him everything. Starting from when Tartaglia had forcibly entered the room, to him wanting the gnosis, Kuni staying behind, up until you found yourself with Serena and Finnian, finding out you lost the ring but somehow kept the gnosis safe. By the end of the story, Scaramouche had a difficult expression on his face.

“...About Kuni,” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he told you, but your eyes had nowhere else to go to except his face, and the more he talked the wider your eyes became.

Kuni had passed away.

The first thing you thought of was it being your fault. If you were stronger, if you maybe stayed, maybe gave the gnosis up, even though all the solutions you could think of were bad solutions it might’ve at least left Kuni alive. You were flabbergasted for a moment, Scaramouche’s gaze still turned away from you, until you turned yours away from him too.

There’s a moment of silence that passed between the two of you, both of you sort of letting it really sink in that these things have really transpired. People were lost and you almost lost each other.

“...It’s–It’s my fault–” it came out involuntarily, your sentiments about Kuni’s death, but Scaramouche, almost as if he predicted you would feel that way, cut you off without a second for you to argue.

“You know very well that it’s not,”

“But it feels like it is,” you whisper, voice wavering at the slowly descending knowledge that Kuni was gone. He might have seemed like a small part in the grand scheme of things. But to you, he was a sort of kindness in an unknown world. A guide that was patient and understanding, wiser than anyone else in the castle. “...You blame yourself too, don’t you?” You end up asking Scaramouche.

His silence was a clear answer.

He blamed himself for more than just Kuni’s death. The war itself. Your disappearance. Your current state. The knights that fell under his command. Losing the gnosis. Not planning in advance. In a sense it was as if the whole world was on his shoulders, and he had failed everything that he was responsible for.

His thoughts broke when he feels a weight on his shoulder. He glances sideways to see that you’ve laid your forehead on his shoulder, concealing your face from his.

“...I’ll stop blaming myself if you stop blaming yourself,” You bargained with him, but that was so much more easier to say than to do.

“...I can’t do that. This Kingdom is my responsibility,” He was truthful in his answer. Yes, perhaps not everything was his fault, but there were definitely things he could have done better. He wasn’t depressed nor distraught over his mistakes. He was simply disappointed, but it was fuel for him to plan and do better next time. He wasn’t going to let it cripple him.

“...Share it with me then,” you whisper, almost inaudible. He dips his head a little closer to hear you better.

“...Share…?” He repeats, not exactly knowing what you were trying to say.

“...Your responsibilities, your burdens, your struggles… Share it with me. As the princess of this kingdom and as…” you pause, still having your face concealed from his gaze had probably made you a little braver. “...as your wife,”

Scaramouche feels himself freeze at the words. He held back a shiver that crawled up his whole being, an electricity that woke him up to the reality that you were here with him. Not just physically, but in his mental state, his struggles. You were here, and you were willing to experience it all with him.

There’s a squeeze at his chest that he could only describe as beautifully painful. Your sentiments of wanting to be acknowledged as his partner, and wanting to be involved in what he went through had probably cut through him easier than any blade.

He relaxes as you continue to rest on him, a secretly tender gaze on his face when no one else is looking. “Idiot,” he whispers, but leans down to press a kiss on the top of your head.

Scaramouche remembers that clearly in his mind.

That was probably one of the things that pushed him into planning for today.

As the two of you stand in front of Kuni’s grave, you offering a prayer as Scaramouche laid down flowers next to the stone, it’s a wonder that peace is all that he feels. He didn’t know if that was because he had already mourned enough in his own time, or if it was because you were there with him, but he felt like he could face his old advisor once again.

There was still a deep set sadness, seeing the grave, but as you spoke to Kuni out loud, Scaramouche was more comforted than anything else.

“I made it back, Kuni. Thanks to you, and thanks to Scaramouche, I guess,” You added as an afterthought, almost as a joke. Scaramouche can’t help but scoff next to you. It feels like talking to an old friend who had never left.

“Scaramouche is still an asshole,” you start, to which Scaramouche was ready to scold your head off for, but you continue within seconds. “But he’s also a little nicer. To me, at least.” You grin a little, feeling the evil glare on you. “He’s trying his best to sort things out in the castle and he’s always so preoccupied about keeping the kingdom safe. It’s all he ever does.” Scaramouche could sense the eye roll on your expression, though he wasn’t looking. You continue to subtly insult Scaramouche in front of Kuni and ended with “but I’ll keep an eye on him!”

You bow your head towards the grave then turn to Scaramouche, mischief in your eyes. “Anything you wanna say, Scara?” you ask and he has glared at you all through your tattling to Kuni about him but he takes a deep breath and sighs it out just as deep.

Scaramouche turns to Kuni, closes his eyes, as if talking to him privately. He stays like that for a moment before opening them and stating, “...I’ll be fine now, Kuni,” there’s determination in his voice and nothing but confidence. But he had to ruin it with an equally condescending comment about you. “Y/N nags me so much that there’s no way I’ll forget to do things. I even hear her in my sleep.”

“Hey!” you protest.

“You started it!” he barked back.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, grumbling. This was certainly not the type of behaviour one would expect in front of a grave…but since it was Kuni, you had a feeling that he understood anyway, and was perhaps happy to see everything was still as it is, maybe a little better.

“...I forgot something at the carriage, wait here a second,” Scaramouche mumbles, averting his gaze away from you and starts the short walk towards the carriage. It was just a few feet away from the two of you. If you turned, you could see it waiting by the street, but you turn your attention away from it and back to Kuni’s grave as Scaramouche walks away.

“...In all honesty, he’s doing much better, Kuni,” you whisper, not wanting to get caught saying nice things about the ruthless prince. “He’s so stubborn, so annoying and so insulting but he’s just a little concealed in his ways. I think you knew that already though, right?” You smile and stifle a laugh, “He’s nice to me, in his own weird ways,”

“What’re you laughing about?” You whip your head around to see Scaramouche raising an eyebrow at you. He’s clutching something in his arm, and when you realize what it is you let out a gasp.

“Th-That’s my teddy bear! Where’d you get that?!” Scaramouche had conveniently left out the part where your mother had given him your teddy bear. The bear in his arm looked new though, and it was then that you knew he had it repaired. Though you always liked the rustic look of your old bear, knowing that it was repaired and could last longer was a surprise too.

“Somewhere,” Scaramouche replies cryptically. He hands you the bear, and you happily take it. You recognized it as your own because of the purple ribbon around the neck but, on closer inspection, there’s something different about the ribbon.

“What’s…?” You mumble absentmindedly, taking the ribbon on your palm and noticing that something was tied around one of the strings cascading down.

It was a ring tied to the ribbon, letting it hang on the teddy bear’s chest. You touched the ring, and turned it around in your fingers, inspecting it.

It was a simple rose gold band. Very subtle and very unassuming with no jewels or gems at all. You lift your head up to look at Scaramouche with question in your eyes, but he had his gaze averted away from you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch. “...Huh?” You ask again, leaning ever so slightly closer to try and hear him better.

“I said,” he says louder, taking in a breath, “Marry me,”

The wind is knocked out of your lungs.

The proposal was so unexpected and awkward and yet so endearingly sincere. He’s looking straight at you now, a stern gaze on him and you look back at him with your heart caught in your throat, breath taken away, and all you can think of is how much more handsome he looked at that moment.

You stared at him wide eyed, your mouth opening “...We’re already married, idiot,” you couldn’t help but state and he snaps his gaze towards you at that.

“I know that, stupid!” he glares, but you can see that there’s slight unease in his posture. His arms that are always crossed over his chest is not because he was feeling smug at the moment, but more of embarrassment and unsureness.

“I meant, marry me, for real, this time,”

And though your heart was pounding you could only really reply to his proposal with some humor. You were bursting with warmth from your chest, but you didn’t know if he was being serious. “...We ARE married for real,”

Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh and draws himself closer to you, hand catching your elbow, not letting you scamper away from him. “You KNOW what I mean,”

“Do I?” You whisper, a bit of blatant disobedience coming out from you. You feel him lean closer to you and you don’t resist. His other free hand places itself on your waist, gripping at it to move you even closer to him. He closes his eyes, tilts his head the slightest bit sideways and leans in to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.

That’s how you know he was serious.

The kiss lasts for a few innocent seconds, yet the message behind it is priceless. There’s a hint of want, as if this alone was not enough and though he was gentle, he’s held back. As if he wants more than just your lips and your body, like he wants every part of you, your heart, your soul, existing next to him for all eternity.

He pulls only an inch away with a soft sigh, “A wedding with a real kiss at the end,” his hand snakes up towards your neck and tilts your head at the right angle for him to pepper kisses down your jaw. “A wedding with real vows,” he whispers, stopping at your chin then moving up to press one on your cheek. He can’t help but think how warm you are, even in weather that’s bordering on winter, his fingers and lips are heating up on your skin and he loves it. “So? Are you gunna give me an answer, or not?”

There it is. That somewhat charming assertiveness and the rare show of affection. It melts you a little inside when his touch as much as grazes you. “...A small one? With just the few people we care about, maybe?” You try to bargain though it must be strange to have a re-wedding, even with just the closest people there, but you had a hunch that Scaramouche had it all planned out already, excuses and all. He’d always been a detailed planner, if he really wanted something to happen.

He lets out a half-huff and a half-laugh, “I don’t care, princess. As long as you’re there and I’m there,”

It’s your turn to stifle a smile, giving yourself a silly, lovesick, lopsided grin at his statement. “...Alright then, you greedy man. I’ll marry you. Again.” You roll your eyes, but no words can describe how much of a teenager you feel at that moment. How those flutters in your stomach were in fact from this man who had once given you nothing but trouble and grief. He had a long way to go, and so did you, but the world had brought the two of you together, two different shades of the same colour that clashed yet blended together so effortlessly in the end, turning into a pleasant painting of an imperfect yet fervent relationship.

“Then you agree to a real honeymoon too?” There’s a grin in his voice and you gasp in mock surprise.

“Is this why you want a re-wedding? You just want the honeymoon that we missed the first time around!” You put your hand on your chest, pretending to be hurt and wounded but he slinks away from you and flicks your forehead at your antics.

“Maybe,” a smug grin splays on his face, but you know well that he’s just playing along with you. He takes your hand and pulls you along with him, back to the carriage as you continue your act of being torn and hurt.

“You wound me,” though you squeeze his hand back, and you tuck the teddy bear under your arm as you willingly follow him. The smile on your face a complete contrast from your constant complaining and teasing.

He puts your voice at the background as he calms the storm in his heart. As per usual he had a confident and put-together look on, but he had been anxious that you wouldn’t have liked the idea of a “real” wedding.

It wasn’t so much the wedding or festivities that he cared about…it was strangely the authenticity of it…that you deserved more than just a fake one and that he wanted a sincere one for you.

He had it in his mind, had it at the tip of his tongue, but there were some emotions that he wasn’t brave enough to face yet, and some feelings that he wasn’t sure how to put into words, still discovering and exploring it with the thought of you, but he knew what he had envisioned:

A wedding. With sincere and real feelings of what he thought he never needed: Love and a lifetime of companionship.

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ventisweetheart · 1 year

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Its okay to cry

✧Xiao, Wanderer, Childe headcanons

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✧ A/n: Consider this my apology for scaring you with all those Arabic messages. (Requested by @sweet-almonds) Also, credits to the person who made the gif

✧ Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, a little angst ig? Really just them comforting the reader. Reader is GN.

✧Xiao

Doesn't know how to comfort well

He has this fear that he might accidentally say or do something that makes the situation worse

He won't be much of a talker in this situation but he will allow you to cry in his shoulder if you want

I can see him holding you and murmuring 'its okay' against the top of your head

He hates hearing you cry because it reminds him of the tears he has once shed in his his past, whether it would be of pain, loss, or sadness

He will try his best to put a smile on your face again, if you want to go out or do something, he will be more than willing to take you

Also, he is a really good listener

✧Wanderer

Also is not the best at comfort but, is a little better than Xiao

He could give good words of small advice since, he has been through a thing or too

Would let you sit on his lap while you vent to him

He'll guide your head to his chest and maybe hum you a tune if you're lucky since he knows he doesn't have a heart, a song is the closest thing to a beat

He might even praise you a little depending on the situation at hand, not too much though

He'll talk about how grateful he is to have you or how cute you look today while he wipes your tears away :)

✧Childe

Believe it or not he gets really defensive at first, saying things like 'who hurt you' or 'give me the names'

But if it's not something regarding that matter he will get softer

I can see him picking you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. He would get you all comfy, like getting your favorite snacks, a movie/show, getting you tucked in, ect. Then, he would come back to bed with you

Would let you lay on his chest for as long as you want

He'll make sure to give you lots of kisses and head pats

You can talk about whatever is going through your mind and he would listen with no interruptions

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calx-bdo · 7 months

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"You...really thought?"

pt 2 ||

a scaramouche x gn!reader fanfic

a / n : i remember someone wanted a part two. @girlietfnoyourat

it's been a slow morning. every morning is slow, but not quite as snail-like as this. of course, the routine you set up every morning helped you gain a sense of your bearings, but his absent presence has done nothing except to put a toll on your physical and mental well-being. it was like him ─── what his presence to the public was, not towards you. to you, he was gentle. kind. helpful. all of the values that inhabited kabukimono, not scaramouche. and it terrified you, fear gnawing at your chest, how he can so easily switch between two personas. perhaps the persona he had put on was fake. perhaps the scaramouche you knew wasn't even scaramouche.

slipping into your shoes and unlocking your door, you exited your apartment and tried to focus on the mundane hums of early morning life. the children playing in the bark, the dew on the leaf of the flora, and scaramouche.

wait. what? scaramouche? what is he doing here? oh archons above, he saw you. is he walking towards you? what should you do? run? scream? stand still? all these thoughts ran through your mind like a bullet train. you felt a habd grasping onto your arm. your eyes widened and looked down. it was a familiar hand, one you held many times and one you wished to forget.

"hey, remember me? i hope it hasn't been too long." his raspy voice halted your train of thoughts, bringing you back to reality. you blinked a few times out of confusion, before your mind sent you reeling. scaramouche was actually standing in front of you.

"i-uh-is there an option for...no..?" you manage to croak out in your shock. he chuckled before letting your arm go. he appeared...tired. exhausted, even. the eyebags and dull tone of skin was clear. maybe, in others' eyes, he is still the same harbinger. in your eyes, he's not the fiesty harbinger the world has come to known. he's just...worn out.

"..." you debated whether or not you should tell him.

one tick passes. two ticks. finally, you can't take it anymore.

"scaramouche, are you okay?"

you certainly wasn't prepared to face scaramouche with tears running down his cheeks.

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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋

synopsis: the one thing scaramouche wanted most in the world was to steal back the thing he was created to protect — ei’s gnosis. what he didn’t expect, was romantic feelings to interfere with it all

characters: scaramouche x gn! reader

wc: 4.0k

warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, this takes place during the inazuma archon quest (spoiler warning ig? especially for scaramouche’s backstory/ lore), reader is kinda anxious, this isn’t super romantic, scaramouche is probably kinda ooc and this also may not be entirely lore accurate (i tried)

notes: so i’ve had this idea for like a month, and it’s based on the song west coast by lana del rey! the meaning of the song is struggling to pick between love and ambition (which is also where the title for this fic comes from). i thought the idea would be really interesting for scaramouche with his backstory and all. enjoy <3

The purple overcast sky was the first thing Scaramouche noticed as the boat arrived in Inazuma. The clouds hung low, the booming thunder and bright lightning was all he could focus on. It was trance like, a strange sense of home stirred in his heart.

Snezhnayan soldiers began scrambling along the boat’s deck. The sound of frantic footsteps and hushed whispers filled his ears. He nearly snapped at them for how loud they were being, but couldn’t take his eyes off of the sky, the soldiers’ ruckus faded into nothing more than static in the background. Even though many years had passed, being back in Inazuma felt as though it had come far too quickly for the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers.

Snapping out of his trance, he scowled as his eyes thoroughly scanned the vicinity. No one was supposed to know the Fatui was here, and if Scaramouche saw even one person, he’d have ordered them to be killed immediately.

The citizens of Inazuma should’ve felt lucky no one were there that day to see the boat arrive.

The boat came to an abrupt stop as it pulled up to the shore, the bottom of it scraped narrowly against the sand. Scaramouche stood up and stretched for a moment - he’d always hated sitting on those boats for hours on end, nothing to do, no one to order around. His feet eagerly carried him quickly off the boat, a distasteful groan escaped his lips at the feeling of sand sweeping itself onto his sandals.

People continued to hurry off the boat, grabbing crates full of delusion supplies and weapons to ready themselves into the facility. Scaramouche placed his hands arrogantly on his waist, a smirk grazed his face. He couldn’t wait to get this operation up and running.

For years he had dreamed of stealing Ei’s gnosis, his creator’s gnosis. The moment he had waited so desperately for was finally here and nothing was going to get in his way. He was going to ruin the land he was born into if it was the last thing he’d do.

“Scaramouche, sir?” a weary voice spoke out to him. His smirk fell and his face dropped in annoyance. He turned around to see you, standing nervously behind him, a clipboard firm in your hand. Scaramouche inwardly groaned at the sight.

You were the Twelfth of the Fatui Harbingers. Quite honestly, Scaramouche didn’t understand why you were in the ranks to begin with. It wasn’t like he bothered himself with the concerns of you, but in the times he did acknowledge you, he only grew more and more dumbfounded.

No, you weren’t weak, but you were certainly strange. A nervous wreck, someone who clearly didn’t belong amongst the Fatui Harbingers. The Fatui was full of abnormal and eccentric people, but you were, without a doubt, the odd one out. Bringing destruction and death was never your forte - you were different, a more empathetic and impassioned being, much unlike the others. Even so, the indigo-haired man standing before you frequently questioned why you weren’t just placed as a lower ranked soldier.

What did you even have to offer? What could you even contribute to the Harbingers? To the Tsaritsa?

“Tsk- what do you want?” He spat at you as he crossed his arms. You took a step back to distance yourself from him, intimidated by the hostility he radiated. You glanced down at your clipboard before hugging it to your chest.

“We’ve delivered all of the delusions to the warehouse, well- most of them. We’re uh..missing one crate.”

Scaramouche blinked, a blank look on his face. Your eyes scanned his features, scared he was about to lash out or say something brash. He inhaled sharply, an annoyed exhale not far behind, a low tone in his voice as he spoke, “What do you mean…we’re missing a crate?”

The calmness in his voice irked you. It was unsettling in a way that you had never heard him speak like in the past. You took another step back, nearly tripping on a rock lodged in the sand behind you. You glanced to the side, looking for an excuse to flee if you needed. You weren’t so sure he wouldn’t hurt you here and now.

You knew he wanted this to be a solo mission. All it took was one strike and you would be dead and the operation would be all his. It was all too much of a risk, one you were most definitely not willing to take.

“It just a mishap, Scaramouche, I swear- We were dropping off the crates and then we realized there was one missing. I-” you rushed out, nearly choking on your words. Inwardly, you were far more panicked than what showed on the surface. You knew you weren’t cut out for the Harbingers, you’d known it for years. There was just no way to live other than this. If you screwed up on this operation with Scaramouche, you knew your life would be over here and now.

Scaramouche grumbled something incoherent before storming off into the warehouse. Your ears drowned out his harsh yelling as you sighed of relief. Though you wanted to stop him from blowing up on everyone for a mere accident, you knew he was right to do so.

The quicker this operation was over, the better. You both could agree on that.

—

It wasn’t long before that crate was found. Looking back on it now, you had realized how stupid it was to freak out over something like that. If everyone hadn’t been so frantic that day, maybe you all would have realized sooner that it was sitting to the side of the boat, just out of everyone’s line of sight.

Scaramouche carefully watched out over the entirety of the warehouse, both of his hands rested proudly on his hips. Sure, he got upset a few times at the incompetence of his workers, but the sight of the operation just merely existing brought a malice filled grin to his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flashing piece of metal bouncing up and down. It quickly caught his attention, his eyes snapped over to see you sitting lazily in a chair messing with your delusion. The grin on his face was quickly replaced with that of an annoyed grimace as he pushed himself off the wall and angrily walked over to you.

You hadn’t seemed to notice him as he approached — not until his hand landed on top of yours, stopping the delusion from being tossed in the air like you were previously doing. Scaramouche nearly snorted at the shocked expression on your face.

“Will you stop messing with that already? It’s so goddamn annoying.”

He watched as your eyes met his before glancing away nervously. Did you really have to be so anxious all the damn time? You were a Harbinger, he thought, you should at least act like one.

“Are you going to keep sitting there like a stupid dog or are you going to get up and work like the Harbinger you are?” He scoffed. Your eyes met had only met his for a split second once more, but it was enough for you to notice how pretty they were. Indigo, like his hair. You liked them a lot.

Scaramouche scoffed again, were you always this spaced out? If you were, he hadn’t noticed before, but either way, he certainly did not like it. The urge to push you off the chair and drag you to work was so tempting, but he resisted.

When you got up, you sighed as you looked around at all the soldiers working hard to produce more delusions. You didn’t have the heart to be doing this. You took note of the eagerness he so shamelessly displayed, mentally noting how strange it was. He never really seemed so ambitious to help out in any of the other matters the Tsaritsa had ordered, you wondered what made this one so different.

—

About a month had passed from the initial arrival in Inazuma. Hundreds, if not thousands, of delusions and faulty weapons of all kinds had been produced. At times, the entirety of the operation felt so exhausting and boring.

Some days, Scaramouche would get so tired he’d end up asleep somewhere. Of course, it was only a light sleep and he was always on guard — even in his unconsciousness. One time, you had even lightly laughed at him when you found him resting on the floor somewhere in the warehouse. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was kind of embarrassed or because you laughed at him, maybe it was both, but he took no hesitation in pulling his weapon on you.

The almost completely silent laughter escaping your mouth was silenced immediately at the feeling of the cool metal of the blade against your throat. You apologized in an instant, a light shake in your hand and a quiver in your lip. Scaramouche dropped his weapon and sighed, ordering you to get out and get back to work.

He couldn’t admit it, not to himself or anyone else, but he felt kind of bad after that incident. Working so close to you for a month was making him less independent, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. You were his fellow Harbinger, but in no world would Scaramouche become reliant on someone else, ever.

As the two of you had grown ever so slightly closer, he made sure to constantly remind you of this.

“I want you to understand that, even though we are both Harbingers and serve the Tsaritsa, I will always pick this operation over you. Because if it comes down to it, I would abandon you in a heartbeat,” he had said ever so coldly. You were used to it at this point though, it was just how he was.

It almost made him angry seeing you look so indifferent. A month ago, you would have trembled in fear, and now you just stare at him blankly? The frustration quickly settled into his thoughts. People were supposed to fear him, you should not be an exception to this.

Perhaps the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers really was angry at you. Or perhaps it was all a facade. You, nor anyone else, could’ve been sure of the answer.

—

About a week after the night you found him asleep in that back room, you had gone outside to monitor and check up on the outside security. It was odd — that was what Scaramouche had remembered feeling.

He watched you exit through the door in the corner of the warehouse, silent and careful, as if you were a ghost. He almost wanted to yell at you for not alerting him of where you were going, but he had become more trusting of you. He was more confident in your abilities now, though, perhaps he was wrong to judge them in the first place.

However, his confidence hadn’t lasted long. You were only supposed to be gone for around ten minutes, so why were you taking over thirty?

Scaramouche paced lightly around the warehouse, unsure of what to do. His slight fearfulness faded into that of annoyance — that was what he told himself, anyway. He wasn’t supposed to be emotional like this, especially not over you.

Having been fed up, Scaramouche stormed outside similarly to how he had on the first day when the crate went missing. Confusion struck him like lightning when he found nothing. No guards, no you, not a sound in the air besides the rumbling thunder.

A huff of air left his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. Where the hell did you go? Scaramouche almost went back inside for a moment until he heard faint clinking sounds, almost like metal. Rugged grunts followed not far behind.

The door to the warehouse was slammed shut as he jogged over to the sound. Just a little while away stood you, fighting some Inazuman soldiers. Most of them were on the ground already, your vision shining brightly against your arm. Some of the soldiers that belonged to the operation that were meant to be acting as lookouts and security guards were knocked out cold on the ground, their now scratched up weapons lying next to them.

In one hit, Scaramouche sent the last guy flying. Your eyes snapped over to meet his, not realizing he was even there. An irritated frown was present on his face, a telltale sign of his anger. He was mad at you again.

Not even ten minutes later, you were sitting up on a table in the warehouse, a bin of medical supplies next to you. Scaramouche threatened the other soldiers for not doing their jobs a few feet away from you. He didn’t even try to hide his fury. The looks on all the other soldiers working on the manufacturing had told the two of you that they had gotten the message too.

Scaramouche slowly walked over to you, a scowl on his face. He ripped the bandages out of your hand and unraveled the ones you had just applied, “Are you stupid? This is not how you fix up a medical wound like this.”

You stayed quiet as he began to work on your hand. He reciprocated that silence as well. Truthfully, Scaramouche really wanted to keep scolding you and let all of his anger out, but it felt as though it was gone. For a moment, he even felt scared.

The beating of his heart had quickened and he kept his eyes focused solely on your hand. The angry frown he once had on his face was once natural, but now he was just forcing it. He couldn’t let you know what he was feeling, not when he couldn’t understand it himself.

And the moment your hand was fixed, Scaramouche left the room in an instant. He was angry with himself, with you, with the operation. He was here to steal something that belonged to an Archon, a tie to Celestia. He was here to sabotage the entire nation of Inazuma, he was ready to let people die again and again and again. He wanted to cause hurt and destruction. To show his mother he was more than just a discarded puppet, but now there was something in the way.

And that thing was you.

—

Crates clinked and clashed against each other as they were carried into Watatsumi Island. No one was making a sound aside from hushed whispers and quiet footsteps. Tens of Snezhnayan soldiers paced back and forth, bringing new crates in and out, back and forth, again and again.

You and Scaramouche, the leaders of this entire task, stood up on a hill a few feet away meticulously watching over them. It was finally time, the moment he had been waiting for.

Scaramouche couldn’t resist the way the sides of his mouth pulled up into a proud smirk. His hands rested confidently at his sides. He looked so arrogantly delighted at the sight, at all of this hard work being put into action.

It contrasted the look on your own face.

Even though he was so focused on watching this all play out so carefully, Scaramouche still found himself side eyeing you. And when he saw the look on your face, his grin faltered.

A look of wary and dread covered your face, you almost looked as nervous as you did on the day the boat first arrived in Inazuma. He noticed the way you kept switching your weight on one foot to the other and the way your eyes flickered around at all the muffled commotion below. It was as though something wasn’t right.

“What’s wrong?”

It was such a simple question, nothing out of the ordinary, but Scaramouche hated the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. Maybe it wasn’t out of the ordinary for other people, but it was for him. It was too gentle, too caring, too tender. That wasn’t him, that was not what he was supposed to be.

Scaramouche was built to be an emotionless puppet. A symbol of power and guardian of eternity. But just like Ei said, just like his mom said, he was too fragile. He cursed himself inside his head, over and over again.

“I’m scared, Scaramouche,” you whispered, “I want to stop this…but I can’t. I can’t do anything.”

His heart tightened and his breath felt as though it was stuck in the back of his throat, constricting him from breathing or feeling. It was like a game of tug-of-war was happening inside his mind, but he grounded himself again, bitterness laced his voice like poison, “Just shut up will you? You’re a Harbinger for fucks sake, act like it.”

“No, you don’t get it. I’m not supposed to be a Harbinger — I never was. I was forced into this,” you breathed out angry. To ask you what was wrong and then tell you to shut up was unfair, and you weren’t going to let him walk all over you anymore, “I’m not like you, Scaramouche. I don’t like hurting people or letting them die. I wasn’t made for this life, but I can’t leave it either; I’d be killed in an instant.”

For the first time in a long time, Scaramouche felt as though he was about to revert into that emotional being he was mistakenly created as. He ached to reach a hand out to you, let you know it was okay and that you didn’t have to bear all of this, but he couldn’t do it.

That wasn’t what he was here to do. Helping you was not his mission and it certainly was not his goal. Stealing Ei’s gnosis was. His silent filled response was enough to relay that message to you, loud and clear.

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News of soldiers in the Resistance rapidly aging, falling ill, and even dying spread throughout Inazuma quickly. The citizens were confused, the Resistance was nearly falling to shambles, and the Shogunate felt all the more confident.

Everything was going according to Scaramouche’s plan. From the timing to the manufacturing to the delivery, everything was perfect. Aside from last week, ever since that night at Watatsumi Island — the night you spilled your worries out to him — he’d avoided you as much as possible.

And the night the traveler showed up, whether for better or for worse, things changed. You weren’t there with him when it happened, no one was. Instead, you were off somewhere packing up the facility supplies back onto the ship with the other soldiers.

Scaramouche hadn’t thought much of it, he knew he was stronger than the traveler, that nothing would happen. It happened all too quickly: his overly dramatic monologue and the purple gas, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment Yae Miko showed up.

Although it wasn’t obvious, his breath got caught in his throat. His eyes stung for a moment and he felt all those emotions from years ago rushing back to him. So many painful images flashed in his mind at once: Ei abandoning him, that group he stayed with on Tatarasuna, the Raiden Gokaden he destroyed, Yae Miko’s broken promise.

So many emotions infiltrated his cold mind — fear, anger, sadness, distress, regret, heartbreak. He couldn’t feel them before, but he could now. Cold slender fingers became clenched at his sides. The mask that protected him from hurt felt as though it was going to fall off at any moment, reveal his inner nature to the entire world.

The Kitsune’s words were mischievous and deceiving, he wasn’t sure if he could trust them. Scaramouche had trusted far too much in the past, and he just couldn’t do it again.

A hand suddenly appeared in his hazy vision, within it, the only thing he had ever truly wanted in life. It was the Gnosis, the one thing he believed could give him a heart — a purpose. The very same eyes you had thought to be so beautiful widened in less than a second.

Though he felt he was empty inside, the puppet swore he felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

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Whatever happened to Inazuma after that fateful exchange with Yae Miko, Scaramouche didn’t care about it. It almost scared you seeing him walk up to the ship looking the way he did. Eyes dull yet so full of emotion, any ounce of arrogance had fled his body, his mind was miles away.

When he snapped out of it, Scaramouche eagerly analyzed the area around him, eyes carefully counting all of the soldiers on the boat, seeing how much was left to pack up, how much time he had left. He watched as you began to get on the boat and he panicked.

Feet pushed against the sand quickly, he couldn’t care less if the sand washed into his sandals anymore. His hand gripped yours and pulled you away from the boat. Your eyes were filled with confusion as he heaved, clearly out of breath from running all the there.

“Scaramouche? What’s wrong?” Your voice was so soft, it almost sounded like his did that night on Watatsumi Island. For a split second, Scaramouche couldn’t get any words to come out of his mouth. It was like they were locked away in his mind, as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Please,” traces of desperation were incredibly strong within his voice. You had never heard him sound like that before. “Y/n, come with me.”

“I’m confused, Scaramouche. Go with you where? Back to Snezhnaya?”

“No, I’m not going back to that useless place,” he regained some of his usual personality, “You can go with me, I’ll take you away from the Harbingers.”

Your heart was beating fast against your chest, unknowingly, Scaramouche’s was doing the same. Your eyes flit back and forth between his own, unsure if this was some sort of sick joke or a legitimate opportunity out of your screwed up life. One look into his eyes told you he was unconditionally serious about all of it. Not a single word he told you was a lie.

You tried to gulp down you nervousness as you took one last glance at the packed up boat behind you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling, “Why would you do that for me? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Scaramouche heaved out an exhasperated sigh, “I just- I need you to trust me on this. I’m just trying to help you. I got what I needed here, the very thing I’ve wanted for years. You’ve been wanting a way out of the Harbingers for years, haven’t you? So, stop being so stupid and let me do this for you.”

His hand reached out to you, holding this opportunity within it, just like Yae Miko held the Gnosis — his opportunity —out to him. But now it was your turn, and he wanted to be the only one to grant this to you. Though Scaramouche couldn't admit it to himself before, he could now.

The Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers was, without a doubt, falling in love with you — a feeling he had never felt before. Deep down, he knew the Gnosis could never be the thing to give him a heart or the life he so desperately wanted to live, but he could try to give it to himself. Just this once, would he indulge himself and let that mask of protection fall off.

The vulnerability written all over his face was something you did not miss, but you were sure it was on yours too. Scaramouche was unsure if he could ever get you to love him back or if he could ever confess his feelings to you in the first place.

But the moment you reached your hand back out to grab a hold of his, a gesture of your acceptance to his offer, he knew he had to try.

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yaesnovels · 1 year

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8+14 from the angst list with scaramouche please?? 👉👈

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used prompts: 8. “to think that i trusted you…” + 14. “i told you not to get too close to me.”

scaramouche x gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort

a/n: i hate u sm for this /lh

you laughed.

but it wasn’t a laugh about something funny you had heard or seen, no. it was a laugh of disbelief of the things you are currently witnessing. it was a laugh of disappointment that you were betrayed like this.

it was a laugh of self-pity that you actually fell for his games.

kunikuzishi – or scaramouche, the balladeer (why did he even have so many different titles, by the archons) – was just standing in front of you, arms crossed in front of his chest. “i told you, sweetheart. i told you not to get too close to me. i told you it wouldn’t end good for you”, he said with a shrug.

“so, you’re telling me all that what you said and did during this ‘relationship’ was all a lie? kuni, you are everything but a liar. you can’t convince me otherwise”, you gulped, trying to appear confident and okay with everything you found out about his true identity as the sixth fatui harbinger, but it was… hard. it was hard to believe it.

however, it was all true.

the sweet and innocent kunikuzushi that you pretty much grew up with when your parents were working for the kaedehara clan was no longer the same. he was a liar. he betrayed you.

he was no longer your kunikuzushi.

“i trusted you, kuni. or do you want me to address you as scaramouche now since you’re no longer kunikuzushi?”, you ignored the burn in your eyes as the tears just rolled down your cheeks. “to think about it… i can’t believe it.”

“i told you, y/n; don’t get too close to me. i am no longer the same person i used to be. and i will never be the same. this life i lived as kunikuzushi? it appears so small and ugly now to me. it was nothing. i am reaching places i never did before and it all works only because of my work with the fatui. i will never be that weak, small and ugly person i used to be. because there are things i need to achieve in my life that you would never understand, y/n.”

with that, he just turned around and walked off, not even caring about your sobs as you watched the one person you ever truly loved walk away after using you to reach his goals – reaching godhood.

#. flowers for : scaramouche !#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche angst #scaramouche fanfiction #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #the balladeer #kunikuzushi

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bubblefina · 1 year

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No Puppet Strings Attached 7 [finale]

Summary: When Katsuragi brings a puppet back to Tatarasuna, saying that he found him wandering the shores, the village and blade smiths took him in as their own. Something about the puppet struck a young girl's heart. Despite him not having a heart of his own, the puppet felt something that would seem to be impossible for someone like him to feel.

Pairings: Scaramouche x f!reader

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How much time has passed? She didn’t know. Confined into one place for such a long time, it became hard to tell when the sun rose and set.

A decade could have passed, and she could have thought it was just one long week.

Time is different now. Not having stepped outside since her capture. Dottore said it had been almost 2 centuries since that day, but she refused to believe it.

150 years spent confined in the laboratory and the cell she called her bedroom. Would it be appropriate for her to start drawing lines on the walls, to count how much time she spent there?

It was no use, she did not know when the day began and ended. Not even he would tell her, for unknown reasons.

For all she knew, he could be lying about how long she had been there. Her mind wasn’t strong enough to fight him anymore. She gave into whatever sick games he played with her.

Every few years or so, he’d bring in a new test subject. They ranged from young to old, but no matter the age, all looked terrified. They should be.

Dottore, sickest man she ever met. He’d taunt her with his words. Telling her stories of how Tatarasuna was but an abandoned wasteland, no one dared stepped foot in the vicinity, they were afraid to bear the wrath of Orobashi.

Tales of those being plagued with Tataragami were seen as a legend. He wanted to hurt her, but he couldn’t. No tears fell, no anger flooded her veins, she was empty.

To him, she became less and less useful by the day. No matter how hard he poked a syringe into her skin, she didn’t flinch, if he shined a light into her eyes, she didn’t try to close them. No amount of crude experiments would phase her.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that she became so compliant with his orders. Truly, he wished for the time where she would fight against him, not wanting to lay on the laboratory table. He missed the chase, it was exciting to him. A hunter trying to catch his prey, it flooded his body with more dopamine he could imagine.

It was years of acting like this until one fateful day. She laid on the table as always, as he inserted a needle into one of her veins. A material began to move its way down the IV bag, she of course didn’t know what it was.

“You would not believe who I found bowing to the Tsaritsa yesterday.” Dottore said, clicking some of his test tubes.

Y/n just hummed a response.

“It's been some time since I’ve seen him last, but it seems that he’s joined the ranks as a Harbinger. The 6th.”

Still no response from her, Dottore smiled to himself.

“Do you remember him? Your lover from afar, Kabukimono.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, and her heart pounded. No denying it now, the heart monitor he had set up for her showed it.

“Ahaha, so you do?” He walks close to her, setting down a few vials of potions and whatnot.

“You’re lying, you always are.” She replied, her voice dry from not talking for so long.

“Oh little dove, when have I ever lied to you, I could recognize him easily. Short Indigo hair, same colored eyes with red in the corners. He dresses a bit differently now, attitude shifted as well.”

“You’re not going to get a reaction out of me.”

“Hmm, tell you what. I’ll bring him in tomorrow. He’s meeting with Pierro as we speak, getting to know the other members. So I'll have to show him around the laboratory and my dearest test subjects.”

“Do what you like, I don’t care.”

“As you wish, little dove.”

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When tomorrow had arrived, Dottore escorted y/n to a room she had never been to before. There were multiple prison-like cells in the room. Many other subjects were already behind bars, tied up.

He did the same to her. Putting her all the way back in the shadows, handcuffing her wrists with the chained cuffs that laid on the floor. He also gagged her, for what he called “safety measures.”

It felt like hours before anything happened. The other “prisoners” kept quiet, but they weren't gagged like her, which she found weird. She almost fell asleep until she heard loud footsteps and voices coming down the stone stairs.

“This is a room which I use only for special occasions, as you will see it is occupied to the brim. Only for you, Balladeer.”

That was Dottore, and he was obviously talking to someone. Someone that was supposedly Kabukimono.

“Tch, I have no need to see your lowly test subjects.”

There was a familiar tone in that voice. The manner of speaking itself was…so rude. She couldn’t believe it at first, but when they finally emerged from the stairs, her heart dropped.

It was him, he was here. After so many years he was right across the room. Y/n was at the very end, blood rushing throughout her body. She hadn’t felt this much emotion in so long.

The chains that bound her began to shake as she tried to release herself from her confines. Dottore heard them loud and clear, smiling even harder.

After a painfully long walk down the prison hall, both of them finally made it to her cell. She could see him perfectly clear. He looked as beautiful as the day she last saw him…but there was something different about him. He looked…angry. He could only see the outline of her body, her face hidden by the shadows of the cell.

Even though she was gagged, she tried to talk, but it only came out as mumbles. He stared down in more disgust, which broke her heart. The Kabukimono she knew always looked at her with love, even if it wasn’t her, the people he interacted with he was always kind to.

Just who was this man?

It seemed as though Dottore read her mind.

“Do remind me, what is your name, Balladeer?”

“Scaramouche, just call me Scaramouche.” he says, turning his back and leaving.

Much to her heartbreak, y/n continued to shake the chains around her, crying even harder. Dottores plan had worked, he finally cracked her once more.

“Well then, Scaramouche, shall we explore another area? I’d hate to leave you here surrounded by these people.”

“I wouldn’t call them people, they’re filthy insects to me.”

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The next few days were Dottores favorite to witness. Countless hours of y/n begging him to see the man known as “Scaramouche”.

“Oh little dove, don’t you see. Kabukimono doesn’t exist anymore. You don’t think you’re the only one who’s been through so much torment the past century, right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The poor puppet has been through hell and back too. Being betrayed by so many people, I doubt he’d want to see you again.”

“He’ll understand if he sees me. I’ll tell him what really happened, what you did to me and Niwa-”

Dottore slapped her in the face before she could continue.

“I brought him here as a little treat for you, since you’ve been with me the longest. Don’t think you have a right to ask for what you want all of a sudden.”

She stood there in silence, hand to her cheek that was burning. Dottore sighed, removing her hand and placing it with his own.

“Look what you made me do, I told you before not to get me angry,” He noticed little pearls of tears forming at the edge of her eyes, “Don’t cry now, everything will be alright.”

She stared into his eyes with a dull feeling, or at least that's what he thought. She may have been compliant in that moment, but deep in her heart, she had a new found motivation to escape, and reunite with her love.

And she was going to do anything to make it out.

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For nights on end she’d lay on the cold bed in her room. She couldn’t sleep, instead she would have her hands clasped to her chest, praying to whatever archon she could to give her the strength to leave.

As a Inazuma native, she should have called for the Raiden Shogun, for her almighty to strike down this fortress and rescue her after being kept prisoner for so long. But she didn’t.

The almighty shogun did not offer assistance to Tatarasuna when it was in need, so why bother trying to ask for help now.

During the night, it was colder than usual. Chilling to the bone. It didn’t help that the tattered robes that Dottore had provided were so thin. Perhaps it was winter outside, and that's why everything felt so cold.

It was almost unbearable, making her limbs shake as she held herself to keep warm. Falling asleep wasn’t an option, how could someone possibly rest if there was a possibility that they couldn’t wake up.

No, that wouldn’t happen. She will not die in this prison, she will make it out, and she will regain control of her life.

In the midst of her thoughts, she saw something sparkle from across the room. It was odd, nothing that could emit that kind of light would ever find its way into her room.

She crawled over towards it and picked it up. It was sitting on a bed of dust, which she wiped off. A silver border with a bright blue gem in the middle. A white snowflake was printed on top.

She had heard of this before, a vision. Bestowed on those who were considered worthy by Celestia. Had the gods finally acknowledged her? Had they taken pity on what she suffered through.

A dry smile appeared on her face. This was just the sign that she needed, she will make it out of here, and now she has the power to do so.

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Y/n was sitting in her bath, today was the day that she would make her attempt at escaping. She observed the room around her. The pipes on the walls were full of water that ran through the faucet and into the bath.

After dressing in her robes again, she turned the faucet of the bath on again. Letting it overflow and spill onto the floor a substantial amount. Turning the faucet all the way until it became stuck and the water continued to rush.

Some of the water began to spill out of the doorway, which caught the eye of Dottore. Who could possibly ignore the sound of water dripping?

Bursting the door open, he walked in and asked what she was doing. She faked concern, running up to him, holding her robe close to her.

“The faucet, I tried turning it off but it wouldn’t budge. The water is getting everywhere-”

Dottore dismissed her, walking towards the bath. He began to attempt closing the faucet, clearly ignoring the girl. She patted the cryo vision that was hidden under her robes.

It was now or never.

Slow but swift movements through the now flooding room. Her heart beat increased the closer she got to him. If she succeeded, she would be a free woman, but if she failed she would succumb to the worst punishment known to man. Put under constant surveillance, once again her mind would break.

Her fists tightened, glowing a bright blue. Concentrating her hardest, she focused on the water. Dottores' legs were submerged up to his knees. Little by little small crystals of ice started to grow. It wasn’t fast enough, he would fix the faucet quicker than she could grow the ice.

She grit her teeth and focused harder. Cryo infused with the water began to accelerate. Maybe it was the archons protecting her, but he did not seem to notice the cold growing on his lower half.

Large chunks of ice had already swallowed his legs by the time he had noticed. He slowly craned his neck to look at y/n. She stared back at him with the same intensity.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m doing what I've wanted to do for so long.” She began to walk closer, slowly.

Only his lower half was rendered immobile, but his arms were still free. Once she was in arms length, he tried to reach for her, but she was quick to dodge it. She grabbed a sharp knife from the belt he had around his waist and ran towards the pipes on the walls, they were still running with water.

Using all of her strength, she punctured the pipe with the knife multiple times, creating a big enough hole, ducking when the water began to rush out. It hit Dottore directly, and wouldn’t stop.

Concentrating once more, she held her hands out in front of her. Cryo shooting out, freezing Dottore entirely. She turned to the pipe and froze it as well.

Even if he was frozen, she knew that his eyes were following her as she ran out of the room. The laboratory began to flood, so she had to make a quick escape.

Running through the lab, she grabbed a cloak that hung on the wall. Fastening it around her, putting the hood on. She ran up the stairs, going through every door she found. It felt like she was going in circles, but her adrenaline kept her going.

After her aching feet found one last door, it was locked. The lock itself looked old, it wouldn’t be hard to bust it down with something heavy. She did exactly that, hitting it with a stone multiple times before it cracked open.

Swinging the door open, she was welcomed with a snow storm. It wasn’t the ideal weather that she wanted, but it was the first time she had been outside in centuries. Placing a foot onto the cold snow, she flinched, but it had to be done.

Holding the cloak close to her, she began to run. She didn’t know which way was which, but she wanted to be as far away as possible. The snow was heavy enough to cover her tracks, and she didn’t know if she should be thankful for that.

If she dared cry right now, her tears would freeze to her face, but she didn’t care. She was free, she could see the sky, she could feel the wind. Her feet were touching something other than cold tile and concrete.

She kept running, and she didn’t stop. Not until there was a large enough distance in between her and the laboratory.

Her legs felt heavy after a while, causing her to slow down. She knelt on the ground, craning her head up to the sky.

“Almighty…shogun, please give me strength.” She whispered.

Forcing herself to crawl on her knees until she reached a place she could call shelter. However her eyes felt heavy. She hadn’t moved this much in so long, everything felt heavy and numb.

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It felt hard to open her eyes. She didn’t remember when she closed them, but it felt like it had been hours.

That couldn’t be possible, she wouldn’t be alive if she fell asleep in the snow. Opening her eyes, she sat up and observed her surroundings. A rag that was on her forehead fell onto her lap.

She was in a room, a fire burning in one corner. She was still dressed in the same robes she escaped in. A warm blanket was placed on her, fluffy pillows to her back.

Did Dottore find her again? No, impossible. He would have her killed or locked up. She found her way to her feet and attempted to walk to the door, but her vision became dizzy, causing her to fall to her knees.

Alerted by the noise, someone opened the door. It was a woman that she didn’t recognize. She had short ginger hair, bright blue eyes. She looked concerned as she bent down to place her hand on y/n’s forehead.

“Honey, she’s awake!” she exclaimed.

A man now walked into the room, who y/n put together to be the woman's husband.

“Where-” y/n spoke, but she could barely put together the words.

“It’s alright sweety,” the woman helped her back onto her feet, “you have a fever so I’m not expecting you to be completely right in the head.”

After sitting back down on the bed, the woman pulled a chair and sat across from her.

“Me and my husband found you passed out in the snow while we were hunting snow foxes. We didn’t expect anyone to be in that area during such a wild storm, so we took you in.”

“How long…how long have I been out?” y/n began to cough, her throat felt so dry.

The woman poured out a glass of water from the pitcher on the small dresser next to her, handing it to y/n.

“We found you around a week ago. You’ve been in and out of sleep. We did our best to make sure you were drinking enough water since you couldn’t eat.”

“A week?” her heart sped up, “I’ve been out for a week?”

“Your fever has gotten better since we found you. Before it was hot to the touch, but now it looks like you’re doing better.”

“Thank you for taking care of me…” her bottom lip began to quiver.

She didn’t think that she’d experience freedom after so long. Dying in that snow storm felt more likely, but here she is. She’s talking with people who aren’t other test subjects, or Dottore. She’s in a warm room with people who cared for her even though they didn’t know her.

A few tears fell down into the cup of water.

“Are you alright?” the woman asked.

Y/n laughed, wiping her face, “I am. I’m better than okay, thank you.”

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After the fever subsided a few days later, y/n finally got to take a bath that she enjoyed. One with soap and shampoo, she was finally able to wipe off the dirt and grime that she carried with her all those years. Best of all, the bath was warm, which made her feel safe.

After stepping out, she stared at herself in the mirror. This was not the girl that she knew back in Inazuma. She was more thin, scars covered different parts of her body, not to mention the bruises. Her hair was more brittle than it had been, and most of all she looked tired. Eye bags settling on the bottoms of her eyes.

Despite all of this, she still smiled. She had control over her fate now, no longer bound to Dottore.

According to Liliana, the woman with the ginger hair, their home was in the north of Snezhnaya, just about a day or two travel wise from the capital. Y/n wanted to leave as soon as possible, she wanted to know what came of her home, and to see if there was anything left.

That was her plan, but it changed once Liliana told her that the Fatui would be holding a parade to welcome the newest harbinger in the capital square. It striked her interest, she could finally see Kabuki- no…he went by Scaramouche now.

This time she won't be shrouded by darkness, he could see her face, he could see that it was her and he could come back to Inazuma with her.

After the blizzard subsided, Liliana and her husband accompanied her to the capital. The people of Snezhnaya were kind and hospitable, especially on the days of an event such as this.

The Fatui were the pride and joy of the nation, so welcoming a new harbinger was something to rejoice about. There were taverns full of people that were drinking, the streets flooded with multiple balloons and streamers. Even though the snowfall was light, it was still enough to make y/n shiver.

She was taking a big risk walking about in the open. Hoping that the cloak would hide enough of her face, she ventured onward.

When the parade started, she tried to get into the front as much as possible. Multiple parade floats started to move by, each showcasing a mural of a Fatui Harbinger, along with the harbinger themselves sitting down on a grand chair.

6th, the one she was looking for was the 6th. With each passing parade float, she craned her neck to see him. Eventually she did, there he was, sitting on his chair. His face rested on his hand as he looked uninterested in whatever the crowd was cheering for.

“Kabukimono!” She yelled, but her shouts were drowned out by the voices of the other people in the crowd. Yet, she kept trying, trying to get his attention.

If he could just look her way, if he could look her in the face…

His parade went by, but she was still determined to get his attention. Squeezing through the crowd of people, she pushed her way and tried to keep up with the float, simultaneously shouting his name, but he still didn’t hear her.

Eventually the crowd became too much, and they stopped walking. Staring at the back of the float before it was no longer there, she slowly began to head back to the tavern where Liliana and her husband were.

“You look sad dear, what's wrong?” she asks, noticing how y/n was just staring at the food in front of her.

“It’s not much. I came here to see the float, and I did. Now I just need to travel back to my home.”

“You’re thinking of leaving already” Liliana now looked sad too, she had grown used to having y/n around.

“I’ve been here too long, It’s about time that I return to my home, I haven’t seen it in a long time.”

“It will be a far travel from Snezhnaya to Inazuma,” she rustled through some things in her bag and placed a small pouch in y/n’s hand, “I know it’s not much, but it will last you a good time until you settle in some place comfortable.”

Opening the bag, she was greeted with the golden shine of multiple mora coins.

“I- thank you, I wasn’t expecting this…”

“It’s not worry dear, it wouldn’t be right to have you go out without any money. I wouldn’t want you to get lost in the snow and get another fever again.”

After talking for a few more hours, y/n said her goodbyes to Liliana and her husband. The parade festivities were still on going when she was walking out of the capital. People laughing and dancing, it reminds her of her village.

‘Returning to my home’ was that just an excuse? She didn’t have a home to return to. Dottore wasn’t lying when he said that Tatarasuna had been wiped clean. Niwa was dead, Katsuragi was dead, everyone that she knew was dead.

The island is still plagued with the residue of the tatragami, so even if she were to return, it would be a dangerous place to stay.

Home…is there a place that she could even consider going. For a moment, she thought that if Kabuki- no…Scaramouche. For a moment she thought that if Scaramouche had noticed her, she would be able to call him her home, since he is the last remaining person of the village along with her.

Reality has different plans, it’s just simply not meant to be, at least not anymore. She spent centuries locked with Dottore, and as much as it pains her to let go of Scaramouche, she had to. She needs to move on, to get the life she always deserved.

And that’s exactly what she did. She traveled down south to Sumeru and found shelter in Vimara village. The locals there accepted her very quickly, and before she knew it, she had found a new place to call home.

Her immortality was put into question multiple times, seeing as how she wasn’t aging at all, but she brushed it aside. Joking that she may have been blessed by Celestia at some point, to be able to live this long.

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Hundreds of more years passed, and y/n was still as chipper as ever. Helping around the village in any way she could, taking care of the children whenever their parents were busy.

“Oh dear…” One of the elders fumbled about, rummaging through boxes.

“What’s wrong, Jehiet?” y/n asks, noticing her frustration.

“It seems that I have run out of potatoes and spices for our dinner tonight. The sun is setting soon.”

“Oh, well I’m sure I can go to the city and get some groceries for you.”

“Dear child! I couldn’t possibly let you go out this late, especially alone at that.”

“C’mon Jehiet, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll be back before you know it, promise.”

After a few more times going back and forth, y/n was able to start adventuring to the city. The walk wasn’t too far, but it required a lot of navigating through the forest and greenlands, but as long as you follow the path you shouldn’t get lost.

Walking at night was peaceful. Watching the animals start to slumber, and the crickets play their song. From a distance, y/n could already see the lights of Sumeru city. It truly was beautiful at night.

Going to Lambads tavern was the best bet. It was already too late to do any cooking, so bringing back food for Jehiet was the best bet, along with the ingredients that she needed.

The tavern wasn’t as packed as it would be during the day, there were just a few people left. One of the tables was full, 4 people including a flying little white fairy thing.

“Hey y/n, what can I get for you?” Lambda asks.

“Can I sneak some of your lambda fish rolls, along with 3 jars of spice?”

“Of course, how many fish rolls do you need?”

“Only 3 for tonight.”

“That will be 2,880 mora.”

After packing the containers of fish rolls into one bag, and the jars of spices into another, she took one more glance at the table full of people. One of them had blonde hair, she looked like she was in a tense discussion with the other two. The floating white fairy took notice of the staring, but y/n was quick to divert her attention and walk away. She only needed to buy some potatoes from the vendor and then she could go back home.

While walking in the city, she couldn’t help but feel anxious. It’s as if someone were watching her, someone with malicious intent. She bought the potatoes in a hurry and left as soon as possible.

Going to the city was never this nerve wrecking, so why tonight of all days. Could it be him…? No, that would be impossible, Sumeru is supposed to be a safe space. Despite her saying that, she was still weary of her surroundings as she returned home to Vimara village.

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Her feelings of anxiety seemed to be true when the city had been run rampant over the course of the next few weeks. The Akademiya tried to control things, but word had still gotten out.

Dottore of the fatui harbingers worked together with the sages of the Akademiya to build a fake god to replace Lesser Lord Kusanali. Hearing his name made y/n drop everything in her hands, which caused quite the ruckus. She excused herself to catch her breath.

She ran to a nearby river to compose herself, unaware that she had begun to cry during her escape. Looking at her reflection, her nose began to scrunch as she wallowed. Her anxiety proved right, someone really was watching her, it was Dottore.

His plans had been stopped in time before anything could fully go into the works. Putting a person inside the body of a self created god…almost like a puppet. How cruel of a fate would that be.

It had been weeks since she stepped foot into the city, she wanted to make sure that all traces of him were gone before she could go out again. Could he truly still hurt her even after all these years? Since he was a harbinger, he probably could.

One day, lost in thought while she was cleaning, one of the elders of the village interrupted her, telling her that there was someone here to see her.

Y/n’s heart sped up, but she shook out the thoughts that were clouding her head.

“Who is it?” she asks.

“They didn’t say, but it's a group of 3. The one asking for you seems rather…desperate to meet with you.”

Y/n took a deep breath, making sure that she had her cryo vision on her waist before she followed the elder to the place where he had left the 3 visitors.

The closer she got, the clearer she could see who it was. It was him…

She stopped walking before she could meet him face to face. Tears began to crowd her eyes.

“Is that her?” there was the floating white fairy, along with the blonde haired traveler.

“Y/n, why did you stop walking?” the elder asks.

There was silence, she couldn’t speak. Instead she clasped her hand over her mouth as the reality set in.

“It is you…” he said, slowly walking towards her.

Y/n now began to walk towards him too. It's as if there was a magnet pulling both of them together.

When they were finally in close proximity, all they could do was look at each other. She reached a hand out to move the hair out of his eyes. They were still the same, she then reached to graze over his cheek. He gently put his hand over hers.

“Kabukimono…?” she whispered.

Hearing her call him made him sigh with relief.

“Yes, yes! It’s me.” He pulled her in for a hug, and she returned the favor. Embracing each other after so many centuries, the timing felt so right.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be this…expressive.” The white fairy said.

“He just found the love of his life again, Paimon. It’s a good time to be expressive.” the traveler said.

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That night, the village was rather joyous. A feast was spread out, which Paimon, the white fairy, took a great liking to. Y/n and Scaramouche sat next to each other and talked through the whole night.

“I hope you know that I didn’t leave you, on purpose that is.” she whispered, clenching the cup of zaytun peach juice in her hand.

“For a while I used to think that you did. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I learned that wasn’t the case.”

“What happened a few days ago?”

Scaramouche stared into the sky, his eyes following the twinkling of the stars. He took a deep breath before he looked down at his own reflection in his drink.

“The dendro archon allowed me to visit Irminsul, along with the traveler and Paimon. There I was able to witness everything that happened, what really happened. Not the version that Dottore told.”

He hesitated to make eye contact, but eventually he looked at her with pity.

“I'm sorry that you had to go through what you did. That I wasn’t able to help you when you needed it, that I couldn’t notice you in the crowd during the Fatui parade…”

“You saw all of that?”

Scaramouche nodded, “every single thing that Dottore did to you,” he began to clench his fist, “I will make him pay for laying his hands on you.”

“No,” she put his hand over his, “There is no need for that. You’re with me again, I don’t ever want you to go back.”

“Then I vow to keep you safe, and now I actually have the power to keep my word.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

She rests her head on his shoulder, enjoying the laughter that echoed through the village. Even though it wasn’t exactly the same, it felt like how it was in Tatarasuna. Both of them were finally home.

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After a gracious rejoice, Scaramouche took y/n back to Sumeru city to meet with the Dendro archon. With her blessing and the power of Irminsul, both of them would be able to live their lives normally. He would turn into a mortal, as would she.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks him, both of their hands holding onto each other.

“I’ve lived too many years fighting for the wrong thing, I don’t want to be taken advantage of like that again. All I want is to be with you.”

“It’s kind of shocking to hear him say these things…don’t you think?” Paimon asks.

“Not at all, she knew him before he was taken in by the Fatui. She’s the only one who’s able to see him past his facade of a Fatui Harbinger.” Nahida, the Dendro archon, now approached the pair.

Combining the power of the Dendro archon, and with the power of Irminsul, a green light began to grow between the pair. It circled around them until it broke apart into two, entering their hearts.

Both of them undoubtedly collapsed from the amount of energy and power that entered them. By the time they woke up, it had already been a few days.

Scaramouche took her hand in his, smiling to himself.

“Your hands feel warm.” She whispers, making eye contact with him which immediately makes her erupt into a fit of giggles.

“A different feeling from when they were cold.” he replies.

She takes her hand and places it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, growing faster the longer it stays. She didn’t have any words, all she could do was smile as he did the same.

After so many centuries apart, they were finally together again. Misfortune after misfortune, and they were still able to be reunited. It took a miracle to get this far, but they did it.

They were finally home.

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chisukee · 2 years

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you didnt have this in mind

cw fluff character mention of hu tao and yanfei. scaramouche a/n this is from my ao3 :) i decided to upload it to tumblr, because why not (￣▽￣) https://archiveofourown.org/users/ZenitsuSenpa1 HOW YN GOT TO LIVE WITH SCARAMOUCHE : Scaramouche's parents, Ei and Miko, were friends with her mother. YN's mother gave YN to them two because of problems rising, and the couple accepted YN with love to her.

Scaramouche and YN have been living together since YN was 8 years old. YN and him don't talk much at home, neither at school. Summary you went to the park to let all the thoughts pour into your head, allowing yourself to cry without worrying about anyone knowing.

But, he followed you and kept you company on the way home.

"Where are you off to?"

You put your black mask on, turning around to face Miko, who's preparing dinner.

"Ah.. Just out for a walk," you reply back, turning around to put your sneakers on.

"Hm.. Alright. Why don't you talk Scaramouche with you?"

"No.. I don't think he would want to."

"Okay then, be sure to be back before 9 then," you hear Ei say, before you close the front door.

The cold breeze hits you when you walk out from the front veranda.

Adjusting your mask as you look around, you notice the sky seems to be closed with clouds. You can't see a single star.

Ah.. It's going to rain, isn't it?

You start walking, connecting your headphones to your phone. You start playing your favourite playlist and put your phone back into your pocket.

Are you kidding me.. Don't cry.

Just by thinking about it, worrying or overthinking about it seems to make you cry. You tried not to think about it at home, as you wouldn't want Jean, Lisa or worse, Scaramouche to know. But you swear, you heard someone outside of your bedroom door once when you were crying.

You wipe your eyes, pressing the heel of your palm into your eyes to stop yourself from crying. But not pressing too hard.

You walk to your right, slowly heading into the park. You check your watch and find that it's 8.

I have 1 hour.

You sit at the end of the slide, and bring your knees to your chest. Burying your head into your knees, you let all your worries and thoughts reply into your head.

"You IDIOT. Why would you tell them?!"

"They're my best friends! They won't tell anyone!"

"I don't CARE IF THEY'RE YOUR BEST FRIENDS. THEY COULD ACCIDENTLY TELL SOMEONE!"

Then, it's just sudden darkness.

Your puffy jacket is wet from your tears, and your snot dripping from your nose. You lift up your head to wipe your eyes with your clean sleeve, to find the presence of someone behind you at the start of the slide.

You quickly stand up and turn around, to face yourself with this person.

His indigo purple hair is the first thing you notice about him, through the street light.

He's resting his head on his palm, staring at you without his usual grin.

"Oh."

You wipe your eyes and nose once more, before nodding your head and walking off.

"Are you just going to leave me here without any explanation?"

You stop walking.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really feel like giving an explanation right now.."

"Why are you sorry? Do not be sorry," you can hear him walking up to you.

You look down at your shoes, wondering what he's going to do next.

He continues walking, with his hands in his sweatpants. He then stops, and turns around.

"Are you seriously just going to stay at the park alone? Come on," he beckons with his head to follow him, and you do.

You walk behind him, as the two of you just walk. You don't know where he's going, where he's taking you, but you somehow have a gut feeling to trust him.

"Why the park?"

"I'm not sure.."

He looks to the side, making eye contact with you. You quickly look to the side, embarrassed.

Why is he being so nice.. At school he always treats everyone like trash.. But why now?

The both of you stop in front of a convenience store, brightly light.

"Wait here," he goes into the store, without a glance at your direction.

The mochi tastes sweet, the ice cream in the middle melting your warm mouth.

"Thank you.."

Scaramouche just grunts a reply. You offered him one, but he declines it, quite.. Nicely.

What is with you Scaramouche..

"Are you feeling better Y/N."

The way he asks makes it not sound like a question, but that is what's so unique about him.

You nod your head, scrunching up the packaging.

"Tell me what happened to make you cry like that, at 8:05PM at a park."

You feel your heart skip a beat. He has never asked you anything like this. How your day was, what did you do in school, what is your project about.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? You're crying at the park, at night. Of course I'm going to ask," he bluntly says, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Why the hell are you laughing Y/N," he turns to face you, causing you to laugh even more.

"I'm so sorry for laughing.. It's just you never ask how I'm doing or anything basically, and you just asking this.. Makes me laugh, with happiness of course, for some reason," you wipes your eyes.

Scaramouche sighs, smiling a bit.

You put your mask back on, but then he gently takes your chain in his thumb and index finger.

"Take your mask off."

"Wha.. Why?"

"I want to see your face, smiling." His eyes tell you that he's serious.

You slowly take off your mask, and puts it into your jacket pocket.

The heat radiating from your face is quite obvious, even you can feel it.

You expect him to take his hand off from your chin, but he just continues staring at your eyes, leaving you memorized at his dark purple eyes.

You never realized it before, but you seem to always trust Scaramouche. He barely tells you to do something, but when he does, you trust him and just do it, without questioning it. He didn't agree or disagree when Miko and Ei introduced you to him. You were only 8 and he was 9, but he acted much more mature than you. He sometimes gives you his stationary or when you asked for something, he just mumbled out a complain and gave it to you. You never realized it, but his eyes show it.

"My.. Ex-girlfriend thought my best friends, Yanfei and Hu Tao, would tell people that I'm with her."

Scaramouche continues staring into your eyes, but you know he heard you.

"That's stupid.." He mumbles, half whisper.

You blink quickly, trying to not let the tears fall.

Then suddenly, wetness. A sudden rainfall drenches the both of you.

Scaramouche takes his hand off from your chin and stands up, cursing.

You stand up as well, zipping up your jacket.

Scaramouche and you starts walking, without another word.

But the tears come out of the faucet.

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"Y/N! Scaramouche! You both are drenched.." Ei walks up to you two, taking your jackets.

"I'll be in the shower.." Scaramouche mumbles, walking upstairs.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Miko places her hands on your shoulder, concern filled in her eyes.

You look to the side, smiling.

"Yes, thank you for asking.. I'll be showering as well."

You nod your head to the both of them, and go upstairs.

He's leaning on the wall, with his arms crossed and looking at you.

"If you want to vent to anyone, you can do it to me. I don't really care," he whispers to you, as he walks past you into the bathroom.

He just leaves you standing in the hallway, more tears streaming down your face.

"Gah.. Will the tears ever stop.." You wipe your eyes, trying to sniffle as quietly as you can.

Crying at your home after crying at the park wasn't your plan. You somehow managed to survive dinner without making a single sniffling sound, but you couldn't hold it in your room.

Someone knocks on your door.

You stay quiet.

Nothing.

"Scaramouche?" Your voice sounds hoarse from all the crying.

"Can I come in or what?"

"Oh.. Yeah you can," you rub your eyes and wipe your nose with your sleeve as Scaramouche walks into your room. He closes the door behind him and sits on your bed without a response.

"What's your favourite book?"

What..?

"It's 'they both die at the end'.." you sniffle.

"Did they both die at the end?"

You smile at his obvious question.

"Of course they do."

You lean your head back and rest it at the end of your bed.

Your vision gets darker, as you close your eyes, only for a few seconds.

Someone's warm hand, entangled around yours.

It's a big spoon and little spoon scenario.

He's the big spoon, and you're the little spoon.

His body is warm, comforting you. His personality and look is cold, but his body is warm, so warm.

You move your head a little bit, testing to see if he's awake.

After about 25 seconds, you turn around to face his chest. You tilt your head up, and find Scaramouche completely asleep. He looks like a baby when he's sleeping.

You look back at his chest, and snuggle your head into it, loving the comforting feeling as you snuggle with him.

Can I stay like this forever..

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kvnis · 2 months

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hellooo! I’ve actually fallen in love with your writing, and I’ve had this idea in my head for wayyyy to long, so here ya go!!

just thinking about scara using shouki no kami to hold the reader in one of its hands, using one of its mechanical fingers to fuck them and fill them to the brink?? (pray for the reader man 🙏🙏🙏)

౨ৎ ﹒ bow before me .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you never noticed how hot scaramouche’s mecha was, until now.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, shouki no kami!scara, established relationship, size difference, size kink, grinding, fingering ( yes the finger goes inside—just the tip i swear ), creampie, biting.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ stopp reader is literally going through it.. #pray4reader — also sorry this took so long i had no ideass then i got a burst of motivation at 2am!!

shouki no kami, originally meant to be the new vessel to house the gnosis in order to assist the balladeer in attaining his so called ‘godhood’ he had been craving ever since his abandonment as a lonesome puppet.

it was simply a hunk of metal, however it was able to heed to scaramouche’s every whim. your eyes stare up in awe as the faceplates click into place, the electro energy resonating within making the machine come to life.

with baited breath, you summon your weapon. this was meant to be a simple spar to test it’s strength. but now, standing in front of it, you begin to have second thoughts.

a yelp comes from you as a large hand swiped for you, and you immediately ducked down. you curse under your breath as you hit the floor, eyes darting around to see where his next attack would come from.

“you’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings, dear…”

in a fraction of a second, you feel a heavy weight on top of you, before being scooped up and lifted off the ground by his heavy hand. you dropped your weapon, making it clatter on the ground which now seemed to be getting further and further away.

you were dangling from the back of your clothes in front of where the control centre would be. grumbling in defeat, as he watched you softly swing side to side.

“look at you, so cute, so helpless.”

his other hand cups a few metres underneath you, acting like a platform as he drops you like a stone. you make a small ‘oomph’ upon impact.

one of the fingers of the machine trail down your body suggestively, only egging you on as it reaches your thighs. your lips part, a silent gesture of protest, which wasn’t missed by scaramouche

“oh, come on—don’t act like you didn’t want this.” his distorted voice rings in your ear, going straight to your thrumming core. your eyes flit up to the mecha, your thighs pressing up against the finger situated between your legs. “please, you were practically fucking me with your eyes. couldn’t even get through five minutes of fighting.”

“i wasn’t!” you tried to fruitlessly defend yourself, but it was hard with the metal rubbing up against your heat.

as the finger presses up against you, you whine, trying to writhe away, but it was much bigger than you were. it was so easy to get you submit to him. he was your god, after all.

you give in, hooking your trembling fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, throwing them off to the side carelessly. albeit your face burning with embarrassment, you can’t fight the fact your own body is aroused from his touch.

inside the control centre, scaramouche bit his lip so hard it was borderline painful. seeing your legs spreading for him as your needy fingers wandered south to pleasure yourself, he can’t restrain his own arousal. then again, he’ll tease his prey before attacking. he wanted you to grind against the cold metal of the finger like a bitch in heat, and he’d do anything to get it.

“oh? you weren’t? then what’s this i’m seeing,” his eyes narrow at the sight of your form, moving his finger ever so slightly that it presses against your clit. the contrast of the cold metal against your searing arousal set a chain reaction off in your body. “surely you’re not turned on just from some simple touches…”

you didn’t have anything to say to that—as it was true. embarrassingly so, you were in fact turned on by it. your whole body flares up, and your hips cock in a way that presses your wettening folds up against his finger.

you moan out, staining the shiny material with your glistening slick. your hands go to your mouth, muffling any noises you could let out, but you simply couldn’t keep them back and a couple slipped out under your efforts.

“so needy…” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing his finger along your dripping fold. your heartbeat thumps in your ears, breath growing heavier at the amount of slick pooling out of your cunt.

the calculated movement of your hips becomes more instinctual and rapid, grinding your clit against the hard material. the friction sends a surplus of pleasure up your spine, electrifying your whole body.

your mind is plagued with the notion that he could be doing anything up in that control centre. by the sound of his voice, you could already tell that he was equally as turned on as you. he wanted to touch you, but firstly he wanted to see you fall apart.

your eyes water, rolling back in your head. your thighs begin to tremble, struggling to keep up with your frantic motions as you chase your high. your eyes squeeze shut, but they soon widen as you feel something pressing against your cunt.

“n-no, scara… won’t fit…” you babble out, writhing as he pushes the tip in. it was all you could fit; and you already felt so full. your hands claw at the hand underneath, currently holding you, trying to gain some purchase.

it stretched you out completely, practically splitting you in half. you gasp for breath, trying to calm yourself down from the adrenaline shuddering through your body. luckily, scaramouche had enough lenience to give you mercy.

your whole body shakes and you muster all your strength to begin to grind down against his finger. you moan breathlessly, back arching as you continue to pleasure yourself against him.

your hands go down to your clit, quickly rubbing it and adding to the mind-hazing sensation. there was a lewd squelch coming from all your activities, coming from the sound of your slick alongside the desperate rolls of your hips.

“so close… s-so, so close…” you groan, your grinding turning more sloppy and uncoordinated as your orgasm builds up rapidly. your head is thrown back, a loud moan echoing off of each wall of his domain.

“you gonna cum all over my finger? cum for me, then. don’t hold back.”

his words makes your brain haywire, his whole being overtaking your senses and making you drunk on every drop of him you’re surrounded with.

your breath hitches, eyes misting over in a drunken expression of raw lust. your orgasm rips through you, causing a soft cry of his name to leave your mouth as the pleasure numbs your senses. your body stills, before going limp, your shaky arms struggling to support your weight. everything was too overwhelming, and you slowly slip off of the finger, letting yourself rest for a moment and catch your breath.

in the ache of your dulled hearing, you can hear a faint click along with a hiss. it was the sound of the faceplates whirring open, and not long after you can hear the clicking of scaramouche’s shoes against the pristine architecture of the mech.

you feel his cold hands tug your tear stained cheeks, his soft lips pressing apologetic kisses against your face; almost an apology for wearing you out so much.

“you were so good,” he kneels down, resting himself on your thigh in the act of straddling you. “so good… now how about i treat you to something better, yeah?”

he grabs your hand, placing it over his erection through his pants, letting you get a feel of how much you’ve riled him up. his groin unconsciously ruts against your hand.

your eyes flit up to him, a teary, worn out look in them. but even so, you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his with all your resolve. you take initiative, palming his throbbing cock, the friction of the fabric making him groan.

he shifts in between your legs, discarding his pants and tugging you close by the thighs. your hips press against his, his cock pressing up against your slick, collecting on the underside of his cock.

he leans down, nestling his face into your neck and trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone, letting his saliva coat your warm skin.

he finally, finally begins to sink into your warmth, letting your cunt suck him in and envelope him in your essence. he’s reeling at the sensations, wholly infatuated with the way your walls clench gummy around his length.

he lets out a few stray noises, giving a quick glance up at you half-lidded before slowly pulling out to the tip and sinking back into your once more. drool pools on the dips of your tongue, lashes fluttering at him, coaxing further into your hex.

he hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, pressing it flush against your chest as he leans over you. with this angle, he can finally hit deeper into you, turning you into malleable putty.

you whine and gasp as his thrust become more intense, his tip grazing against your cervix every time he bottoms out into you. it makes your whole lower body thrum with fire, blazing within your gut.

his free hand comes down to toy with your clit, sending your mind into a spiral. your inhibitions were in the clouds, combining into a senseless fog of unfettered pleasure. your back arches, limbs squirming underneath him as he pounds into you like it were a matter of life or death.

“more… m-more, i’m close again…” you gasp, voice weak and trembling with each thrust. every push of his hips, it leaves you frantic for breath, only to have it taken away again from another one of his powerful thrusts.

“you already have all of me… greedy, aren’t you?” he breathes into the shell of your ear, teeth gnawing teasingly on the supple flesh of your neck. your head lolls back, crushed in brittle euphoria as he sends you into another deserved climax.

you let slip a high-pitched moan, hands tugging on his hair as you came around his cock, your cunt tightening and fluttering around his cock. he pathetically whimpers in your ear at the feeling, your heart fluttering at the noise.

“f-fuck… so tight, i’m gonna cum…” he groans, panting against your ear as hit hot breath fans against your skin. it induced you into a state of warmth, seeking confort in the heat of his touch.

his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, before he lets his cock hit it’s deepest in you as he releases ropes of his cum deep inside of your womb.

your body relaxes into the feeling, chest heaving for breath as scaramouche rests his head against your chest, letting himself hold you in his arms for a moment. he sighs, eyes fluttering shut and a small smirk tugging at his face, feeling his cum leak out of you.

besides, if he lets some get to waste, that means he gets to fuck another load into you again.

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6urin · 1 year

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HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! (≧◡≦)

Or in other words, reuniting with your first high school crush, Scaramouche, and ending up in his bed.

contains: f!afab!reader x scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, praise, drunk sex, creampie

(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!

Scaramouche is commonly known as a nobody in college. People rarely acknowledge his presence because of his, "quick to be pissed off" personality. This has caused many to stay out of his way, except for Childe. He's your average jock, always throwing the hugest parties and pulling the finest women on campus.

These two are quite the polar opposites and because of it, the kind-hearted ginger is always trying to introduce Scaramouche to new opportunities.

"You know, you're super hot, Scara. I'm sure if you tried, all of the girls would be head over heels for you." Childe's words are slightly incoherent at some parts as he brushes his teeth, shamelessly standing in Scaramouche's room, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

Scaramouche doesn't look up from his phone from where he's sitting on his bed and mumbles, "I'm not a people pleaser like you, Childe." Childe frowns and states, "We could be the campus' power duo if you flaunted your ego more." He sighs before walking back to the washroom to spit in the sink and rinse out his mouth.

At that, Scaramouche fixes his back's posture from the slouching position. "What the hell is he on about," he thinks to himself, furrowing his brows together. It's true, that he has a big ego. But isn't that the reason why no one approaches him?

"It's because you're showing it off it in the wrong way," Childe says, as if reading his roommate's mind. This time, he enters the room with a white t-shirt and whale designed pajama shorts, ruffling a towel in his wet, orange hair while remaining eye contact.

Scaramouche scoffs and leans back into his bed, "And you're suddenly capable of giving me advice, why?" Childe waves it off with an eyeroll, "I'm just saying. You know, your ego is in the wrong place. It shouldn't be in your status, but rather your looks. Like I said, you're flaming hot!"

The cerulean haired male grimaces, "Your word choice is a little problematic, Childe." He removes one earphone from his ear in order to have a proper conversation.

Childe grins, "You need to take more pride in your appearance. You have a tongue piercing and multiple ear piercings; Do you know how many girls would die for a man like that?" He sits on the bed with Scaramouche, bouncing the mattress. "I'm hosting another party here tonight," Childe says, nudging at Scaramouche's arm.

"Aaand, instead of being locked up in your room, I'll try and hook you up with some girls." At his sudden offer, Scaramouche groans. "No. I'm not going to go through all of this just to boost my ego. I already have enough of my confidence as it is-"

Childe disrupts his sentence with a wail, "I'll even help you choose clothes! Just please, please, please?" He clasps his hands together and juts out his bottom lip. Scaramouche narrows his eyes in frustration. He scowls, "Fine! But if it gets boring, I'm going back to my room."

That's what led Scaramouche here, awkwardly standing while occupying himself with sipping on a red plastic cup filled to the brim with beer. Don't take this wrong, Childe did try, but he didn't try hard enough, since the second a pretty girl caught his eye, he immediately left Scaramouche to fend for himself in the middle of this ear-deafening party.

He swore, he could go blind from how bright and colorful the flashing lights were. Scaramouche just itched to go to his room, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer on Childe to return. His friend's return never happened. And so, losing a purpose to stay here any longer, he turns on his heel, bound to go back to his room.

However, someone by the entrance of the bedroom manages to get his attention. If it wasn't the one and only (Name). You're known as the campus princess with your charm and that damn fine appearance. God, who knows how many guys have managed to get in bed with you?

Scaramouche would be a little embarrassed to admit that yes, he has a crush on you. The only difference is, he's known you since high school, so it's not as weird as the other guys have it. The two of you were partnered up for the three legged race and even though you guys lost, you admitted that you had fun with him.

After that, you and him became fairly close, but just sort of drifted away when transitioning into college.

Ah, maybe this is his chance! He can finally make Childe proud with this...

"Hey, (Name). I didn't expect to see you here." Scaramouche rubs his neck, seemingly a little bit flustered. Where's that ego of his now? You look at him in surprise and smile, "Hi, Scara. We haven't been able to talk much, huh?" You glance down at your own cup of beer, moving it in a circular motion to watch the liquid swish.

Scaramouche fumbles with his words, "Right, um, how are you finding college?" He gives you a profound gaze. He realizes that you find it hard to keep eye contact, for some reason. "It's okay! Surely a lot more different from high school," you say, laughing.

Scaramouche doesn't mean to look, but it's hard to focus on your words when that shirt hugs your curves so perfectly and that skirt exposes so much of your thighs.

"Have you... gotten a girlfriend?"

Your inquiry catches him off guard. Scaramouche pauses before chuckling, "Ah, no. I've been more occupied with my studies rather than my love life," He deadpans at the sight of Childe making out with a random girl on the couch. "Unlike some people." The last part of his sentence makes you giggle, "I can see Childe's still the same."

Scaramouche hesitates before asking, "What about you? You got a boyfriend? With how much the campus talks about you-" You shake your head, "Mm-mm. No boyfriend." You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and sheepishly say, "I don't like any of them, 'cept for one."

Scaramouche's interest is suddenly piqued. "Is that so? Who is he?" He knows it's a little brazen of him to ask like that, but the curiosity was gnawing away at him.

You take a sip from your cup and shrug, "Someone. I don't know if he likes me, so he's better off as a secret just in case I end up changing my mind." Scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth. You're so obvious to him, it's adorable, really.

This is the most appropriate time to put that ego of his to use. He knows it's a big step and a rather huge assumption but at this point, he's confident about it.

"It's me, isn't it?" He does nothing but chuckle at your reddening complexion. Scaramouche tilts your chin upwards and smiles. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be fine with me." He nods his head towards the cup in your hold and your hands go clammy.

You do as he says and he does the same with his own drink. Scaramouche tosses the cups aside and pulls you into his bedroom.

You feel all of your senses overwhelm you the second he closes the door and has you against the wall, one of his arms securing your waist and his other hand holding your neck. He kisses you, slowly and passionately. You feel his teeth bite down into your bottom lip, emitting a soft gasp from you.

The more you two get into the kiss, the more you feel comfortable with finally putting your arms around his neck, grinding yourself against his body.

His room smells entirely of him and his scent is absolutely intoxicating. You still remember touching yourself back in your bedroom during your high school phase, thinking of Scaramouche's lithe fingers stretching you out instead of your own.

"Mmh, hah-" Your tongue barely manages to keep up with his, Scaramouche dominating the situation with how amazing his ability to kiss was. His tongue piercing constantly pokes at your tongue and you shiver at the feeling.

"You're so..." Scaramouche's breathy voice trails off as he flips up your skirt, pressing two fingertips against your clothed clit. You whimper from the action and the fabric dampens even more than before. Scaramouche slyly looks at you and removes his fingers. You dryly gulp in anticipation as he places you on his bed.

"So pretty," he breathes out, lips hovering over yours. You're thirsting for another kiss, but he simply hushes you and puts his fingers inside of your mouth. You diligently suck on them, eyes half-lidded and pupils heart shaped. Scaramouche mutters, "Just imagine if all of the guys you rejected could see you whoring yourself out for a simple no one..."

With his digits now covered in the slick of your mouth, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts three inside. During that whole moment, he never looked away from you. You loudly moan, the music and the chatter from outside surely drowning out your lewd noises. Scaramouche licks his lips and goes faster, your cunt clamping down on his fingers.

He lowly laughs, "Good girl, aren't you? Yeah, I'm sure you are." Your view goes hazy as you pant, "S-Scara...!" He curls his fingers, causing you to reach your high more earlier than expected of both you and him. Your white substances cover his hand and he sucks and licks at it, making sure to finish every single drop.

The next thing you know, you're getting pounded from the back with his cock driving into your dripping wet pussy. Your head rests on the pillow, drool wettening the case as you let out mewls and whines. "You're s-so big, Scara! Mngh, mmh!" Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, pussy tightening as Scaramouche moans.

"Yeah, baby doll? Gotta fuck you 'til the break of day." He rubs your clit at a fast pace, drawing you nearer to your high. "Ahn! Scara, mm, I'm gonna' cum!" You whimper out, "Fuck! Mmh!" With one more harsh thrust, the blunt head of his cock plunging straight onto your cervix, you splatter cum all over his pelvis.

Scaramouche's mouth falls agape at the sight of you squirting and he instantly shoots thick, white ropes of seed into your womb. He gives a few shallow thrusts before starting up his previous pace once more. Sounds of soft slapping fills the room along with your heavenly moans and squeals.

At some point, he orders you to turn on your back. You obey and his cock stiffens at your appearance. Your gorgeous lipstick now smudged, clothes all crumpled, tears peeking at your eyes and your cunt...

He watches his sperm leak and pump out of your glistening folds, tucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth at the sinful sight. You rub your thighs together and murmur, "Scara, this is so embarrassing..." Scaramouche gets on top of you and places an open mouthed kiss on your lips, which you reciprocate.

"Embarrassing? No, baby, you're so pretty," he sighs, readying his tip at your leaking hole once more. Sinking inside you, he starts plummeting more vigorously than before, as he gets more turned on when seeing your expressions. You attempt to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to lessen your humiliation, but he manages to put it aside and lean down to kiss your neck.

You re-adjust your legs around his waist, whining as he bites at the sensitive skin of your collarbone, placing numerous hickeys and love bites. It adds to the vulgar pleasure and you realize, you would've never imagined getting fucked raw by your high school crush.

The slippery walls of your cunt start to spasm and you arch your back, crying out, "Scara! Oh, m-hah!" Scaramouche moans and murmurs profanities when your cunt clenches so tight, making him meet his own climax. He pulls out his cock, watching his cum overflow from your pussy.

Scaramouche cups the side of your face and slots his lips into yours. Your cheeks go into a tinted pink when you carefully let your fingers run through his hair. Strands of cerulean frame his pretty face and you feel as though you just got creampied by the most attractive and kindest guy on campus.

And he ends up staying true to his promise, fucking you until daybreak.

You buck your hips forward as he sloppily eats out your cunt. His nose continues to bump onto your clit and you furrow your eyebrows, moaning. His tongue is simply a work of art, the pink muscle entirely inside of you, making you feel the most amazing pleasures ever.

You say multiple praises to him mixed with your own whimpers of his name, your hands messing up his hair with how much you've been holding onto it. It's around twelve in the morning, but the party hasn't settled down at all. You're surprised no one has left yet at this time, though it's expected since exam season ended.

His head is beneath your skirt, though he could care less. All he knows is that he's eating out his first love and each sound that left your throat is simply music to his ears. Scaramouche sucks and licks through your folds, desperately moaning for more than just one taste.

He didn't want this night to end.

The following morning, Childe is completely disoriented and hungover. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the scene of a girl sucking on his roommate's cock.

"A-Ah... that's it, (Name)..."

The ginger swore he was hearing things. Childe blinks a few times and rubs his eyes before slapping himself in the face. He sits up from the couch and yawns. "Shit, my head. Scaramouche!" He shouts out once more, "Scara, can you make me some of your hangover soup!?"

Noticing the door to Scaramouche's room is slightly open, he pushes it without hesitating. It's just another average Sunday, right?

Childe's eyes widen as he tries taking everything in altogether. There, kneeling on the floor in between his roommate's legs as Scaramouche is sitting on his bed with a hand gripping your hair, is none other than you, of course.

You whine around his dick and lower your head to welcome more of his length into your throat, the vibrations emitting a groan from Scaramouche. Scaramouche's lips are agape as he mutters, "Good girl, good girl... fuck..."

Childe carefully backs away and closes the door after himself. Apparently, Scaramouche wasn't the only one who had a good time at the party.

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haerin1 · 7 months

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hcs you have for Scara? Love seeing new writers around here 🫶

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ SCARA HEADCANNONS.

note: omh ty for the req !! i did 2 versions bcause i got carried away UM anw enjoy xoxo kisses hugs :33

[wanderer!scara, modern au!scara x gn!reader] fluff, pinches of angst, mentioned mommy issues and trust issues !!

modern au scara !!

Scara is definitely a band kid and in my opinion, he'd absolutely be an electric bassist. He carries around the band-aids you gave him so he can use one whenever his fingertips get cut from the tough strings of the instrument.

Scara loves judging everybody in his classes and making people uncomfortable because he's a menace like that. His narrowed sapphire gaze following certain people with ill thoughts and a slight grimace; you already know he's judging them real hard.

It's simply impossible for him to go a day, no, even an hour, without his headphones and downloaded music from his favourite artists. Scara's music taste consists mostly of Chase Atlantic, Artic Monkeys, TV Girl, Cigarettes After Sex and he's a closeted Mitski listener.

Mommy issues and miscommunication trope with Ei. Scara aspires to be anything else but the occupation Ei suggested for him. Ei compares Scara to his sister, Raiden, without knowing it hurts Scara's feelings because she's bad at communicating and getting her words right overall.

Shops at Hot Topic and Miniso. Miniso, because he only goes there for the Kuromi stuff that reminds him of you (since you're always telling him how you and him are literally Kuromi and Badtzmaru) and Hot Topic is self-explanatory.

Adding onto the Kuromi and Badtzmaru topic. Ever since you made that comment, Scara ended up loving that specific pair of cute Sanrio characters. He now owns a Badtzmaru hoodie (yours is a Kuromi one: hashtag couple goals), five Kuromi figures and more than thirty things consist of Badtzmaru in his bedroom.

Scara's bedroom is neat but messy at the same time. The room is fairly big and he has his bassist on its stand in the corner of the room with a huge Badtzmaru plushie sitting on the floor by it. His bed is filled with your gifts of plushies from past dates or occasions.

Scara has an area dedicated to his favourite music artists with posters of their albums plastered to the black painted wall. You bought him TV Girl's French Exit vinyl for his birthday, which he always plays on the record player whenever you come over or when he's missing you (by missing you, I mean whenever you're not with him).

Everytime you mention a new song you like, Scara immediately learns it on his bass so he can impress you. You find it so cute how these little gestures of his are all for your compliments and affection when all he could do is breathe and you'd be head over heels for him.

Scara is unfiltered, cunning and a tease. He'll say whatever he wants at any given time and doesn't mind what people think at all (he fights back the urge to rock someone's shit when they disagree with him.) He's your cute little drama queen.

genshin au scara (wanderer) !!

Wanderer's favourite time of day is when the sun starts to set and he gets to have his long awaited tea time with you. You know the perfect way on how to make his tea and it's so natural to the point of when Wanderer tastes any other tea, it just can't compare to the way you make it.

Despite loving you very dearly, and he'd never admit this last bit aloud, he still has some sort of doubt against you. Should something happen to you that marks your permanent disappearance that neither you or him could prevent, what would he do? Wanderer simply does not know. And he certainly wouldn't want to know.

Wanderer enjoys the feeling of your hands in his hair. Whether your hands are soft, rough, cold, or warm, he doesn't mind. He just loves feeling your gentle and affectionate touch against his head as you play with his hair or even braid some strands together.

In general, Wanderer loves physical touch. Holding hands, soft kisses and hugs; It's all so wonderful to him. It makes him feel wanted and loved, like you actually think of him dearly. He loves it especially when you initiate it first. After that, he'll be more than comfortable doing it without waiting for you to do it ahead of him.

Wanderer keeps all of the silly trinkets, gifts and letters you've given him in a box that's kept in a very safe place where no one knows, not even you. Everytime he comes across it, unknowingly to him, a soft smile forms on his lips as he remembers the fact that he's this important to you.

Wanderer absolutely adores it when he makes you smile or laugh. He'll proudly smirk and throw in a teasing remark at this but is hiding the fact that he's just an embarrassed doll with an adorable lover. He loves making you feel good, both verbally and physically, as it feeds his ego and reassures him that he's doing great at being your beloved.

Wanderer's gifts for you are usually handmade, like the cute doll that looks like you which he got to keep so he could give you a doll that looks like him in return. He loves seeing you carry the doll around with you when you want to take it out of your messenger bag, holding it so gently as if it were Wanderer himself.

Whenever you're not paying attention, Wanderer looks at you and observes you. He loves noticing new little things about you, like the way you make little popping noises with your lips when you're bored or the way you subconsciously reach out to hold onto his hand. He adores every, single, little thing.

Wanderer often finds himself trying to impress you. If he sees you walking about, he'll immediately find something heavy to pick up and "coincidentally" run into you so he can make sure you see his amazing skills. You find this habit of his somewhat adorable as you smile and praise him for his strengths. He ends up getting quite flustered, in the end.

Depending on Wanderer's mood, he'll be very flirty one moment or very shy the next. If you manage to outdo him with his charming comments, trust me, he turns into the cutest blushing mess ever. He'll look away as he denies your question about whether he became timid or not.

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whippedspread · 5 months

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✩𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬✩

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: You get mad at your partner for not giving you enough attention. To get what you want, you ignore him, and spend the rest of the party with a friend. He gets jealous.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Scaramouche, Xiao, Lyney

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 ✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

He was playing with you. His thumb rubbing against your clit while his slender fingers thrust into you. He kissed you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth. You knew what he was doing. He'd finger you until you were begging for his dick instead. Until your pussy throbbed. Yet he wouldn't give it to you, he'd leave you helpless with a wet pussy.

Scaramouche had dragged you out of the party, and threw you in the backseat of his car. He was more pissed than ever. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he had snapped. "You dare ignore me? Talk to another man in front of my face? Fucking whore."

Now he was all over you, fingering your slick cunt, with your dress pulled up past your waist. His breathing was heavy, and you would bet he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he wouldn't. He curled his fingers and put pressure. His thumb began rubbing harder and faster on your clit, making you moan. You felt an orgasm building up as you began to bite your lip. His mouth moved from yours, lowering to your neck. He began sucking on it, marking you. You loved how his jealousy made him possessive, and how he made sure he'd leave hickeys in obvious places.

Scaramouche was moving his fingers again, but faster. He pushed them deeper into you. His touch begged you to cum. He needed you to cum. He wanted to think about it when he jerked himself off later tonight.

You were a mess. All you could do was moan. Your body trembled, your pussy ached the more he fucked you with his hand, and you couldn't help but orgasm. You called out his name, closing your eyes as you came all over his fingers.

He slid them out, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His middle finger now gently rubbed, and gave soft pleasure so your tingling clit. "You think that man at the party could do that?" he mocked. "Look how pathetic I can make you look. Look how quickly I can turn you into a good girl."

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

Xiao kissed your thigh, his other hand pushing your other leg to spread them. The most of the reaction you got out of him was annoyance, but he was still gentle and sweet. "If you wanted me to do something, why didn't you just tell me?" he had scolded. "I would've drove you home right then and there and pleased your needs."

Now his tongue was gliding along your clit. You couldn't hold back your whimper as you felt him lick up your slickness, and run his tongue over your entrance. His hands gently spread your pussy. He began sucking your now-dripping cunt. His tongue flickering over spots that got the best reactions out of you.

You moaned his name in a needy manner. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice sending vibrations. You bite your lip, pushing your cunt into his mouth. He continued to lick and put soft pressure, causing you to grow more sensitive. He'd leave small kisses on your clit or your folds, before going back to using his tongue.

Unexpectedly, you orgasm. He paused, then pulled back to look at you. He licked his lips and frowned. "Already? But I wanted you to do it when I was inside you."

You were embarrassed.

As if trying to reassure you, Xiao shrugged and added, "you can always do it again. Either way, you look so pretty when you cum."

𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕪✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

The magician somehow always managed to catch you by surprise. You should've never tried to make him jealous in the first place. He was a flirtatious man, yet the way he claimed you was far more 'out there' than his words.

He would claim you by showing the other man you were his. That only he could give you what you wanted.

You were at a hotel, bent over, being fucked out of your mind. In this position, it was like Lyney was filling you up. As he fucked you, he'd give you a slap on the ass every now and then. He loved the red marks it would make, and how your ass would jiggle. It only made him harder. It only gave him more energy to fuck you more.

The man you had dared to flirt with just happened to be into this kind of thing. You could hear him in the corner of the room, grunting as he touched himself watching you.

Lyney laughed. "Hear that, sweetheart? Is this what you wanted? Two men craving over your pussy?" He groaned as he spoke. His dick throbbed from how good you felt. "But only I can please you, right? You love how good I can make you feel, right?"

The only response you could give was a choked up moan. Another thrust, and you couldn't stop yourself from orgasming. The sight of you reaching your limit made him hiss, and he continued fucking you. The sensitivity and pleasure had you bawling the sheets in your fist.

"If you wanted me to do this...you could've just asked.." he grunted, "now look at you being fucked and humiliated. Yet you still take it all like a good girl." His hands went from your ass to your hips. He kept a firm grip on you while speeding the pace of his thrusts. You couldn't even think of the man watching you from how much pleasure Lyney made you feel.

He had complete control over you. All you could focus on was his cock pumping into you, making you an absolute mess. Your moans motivated him. No matter how many times you came, he wouldn't stop, because it only made him want to fuck you more.

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primofate · 2 years

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 20) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Note: The next chapter will be an epilogue of sorts. This is already the end, actually, but I’m just going to tie up some loose ends in Chapter 21, just so everything is a little smoothened out. gnosis, kuni, tartaglia, scara and reader talking and all those other things.

Warnings: severely injured reader, soft Scara, I feel like the reunion was abrupt but I was kind of going for that? idk. it was too long already.

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

“The Harvest Festival is in a few days,”

The sound of cutlery clinking over the plates and food being passed around was the norm during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Somehow with his mother and father home there was always something to talk about, but not everything caught Scaramouche’s attention.

“...So it is,” Scaramouche answered his father only out of courtesy, he wasn’t really all that interested in the upcoming Harvest Festival. Why would he be?

Father and Mother exchanged looks, watching as their son yet again picked at his plate, pushing food around as if that would trick them into thinking he was eating healthily. He’d been eating sparsely, only what he felt like he needed and that usually wasn’t more than a few spoonfuls of soup, or half a steak.

“It’d be good to get some fresh air, the townspeople will be excited,” It was his mother who suggested this, glancing at her son who nodded and finally picked up a piece of egg to eat.

“I’ll go on patrol, I always am on that day anyway,” Scaramouche replies, to which his mother frowns. That wasn’t what she meant. She had wanted Scaramouche to enjoy the festivities, not manage it. She holds back a sigh. She wasn’t all that surprised.

It’d been two weeks since the tragic incidents, and the prince had gone out every single day to go looking around that river. He’d even asked for permission to go a bit further, and knights had been dispatched to check the villages that might be around the Musoujin Gorge. None of them had come back with the good news that Y/N was alive.

Mother thought that her son had been in a state of paralysis ever since then. The only thing that drove Scaramouche forward was the fact that he was not giving up yet, but day by day they saw that he was losing his last threads of hope.

He’d always been a rather detached boy, even more so after the accident with the delusions. Perhaps it was his way of keeping people away from him and protecting himself. His mother saw him reverting back to that coldness. When she arrived, at least there had been a trace of sadness, of guilt and of anger. Emotions that made him human.

Two weeks later and he looked as if he was cold as stone. Like he was trying not to care about it anymore, the fact that Y/N was gone. As if he was trying to fill that empty hole in his chest with more emptiness, until he wasn’t able to feel a thing. Perhaps it was his fault anyway, getting so attached to someone like that. That’s what he was afraid of in the first place, needing someone.

He had always been alright by himself, had never needed someone nor relied on someone except himself, and then everything changed in that few months of discovering what companionship was.

Now he was just trying to unlearn it.

On top of that, Scaramouche had to break it to Y/N’s parents that she had gone missing. It was only the second time that he’d seen them. Once during the wedding, and very briefly without even a chance to say hello–not that he cared at that moment either–and now it felt strange to be visiting them only to bring them bad news.

He recalled that event. It was…somewhat easier than he thought it would be. He insisted on doing it by himself, without the presence of other knights. Your mom and dad recognized him immediately, as he climbed off his horse and waited at the modest wooden half-gate of your quaint house.

“I…won’t be coming in anymore…” he stood outside of the gate even as your mom and dad opened it for him. They both had smiles on their faces, thinking that it was a pleasant surprise to have him visit. Scaramouche could see on their faces that they had no real idea of what you had to go through, perhaps because worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do.

Your parents thoroughly believed from the get go that you had fallen head over heels for the prince, and that the prince had felt the same. That somewhat made him uneasy, because it was the furthest thing from the truth.

He bowed his head towards them, and told them what happened. He couldn’t bear to look into their faces and watch it fall. Couldn’t fathom what kind of emotions might be passing through their expressions.

However, when he finished, the first thing he heard was a chuckle. Scaramouche picks his head up to look at your parents. Yes, they had pained expressions on their faces, your mother more so, looking as if she was on the verge of a breakdown, but your father was looking at the ground with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Y/N has always been a little reckless,” he breathes out, voice quiet. “We’ve always been worried that she’d cause some type of trouble for you, prince,” Scaramouche almost grimaced at the wrong interpretation of things. If anything he had been the only trouble in your life.

“But she’s a good person at heart and she does things that she thinks is best for others…We’re powerless to do anything about the situation…but we believe you’ll do your best to bring her back to us…” Your dad’s voice breaks at the end, and it almost knocks Scaramouche off of his emotional footing as well. They were kind and humble people, he was astounded as to how they had put their trust on him so easily, but then again, the whole kingdom had probably trusted him in the same way, despite rumors of him being ruthless.

“Could you stay a moment, prince?” Your mom finally lifts her head up, and hurries back into the house, seemingly to retrieve something. Scaramouche had the strange urge to tell them that they didn’t have to address him so formally, but didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.

Mom came back with something in her hands. It was a worn-out teddy bear, with a purple ribbon round its neck. Scaramouche could tell it was old because some of the fur was matted and one of the eyes was off of its socket. Your mom held it out to him and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to receive it, but he held a hand out and she passed it on to him.

“...This…is…?” Scaramouche started, completely confused. The teddy bear was like any other size, one that could tuck into your arms comfortably.

“Y/N’s teddy bear. She never got rid of it. I know it must be silly,” your mom explained. “But she has a certain attachment to that thing,” Scaramouche suddenly felt an odd sense of unexplainable fondness for the bear. “...Maybe it’ll give you some good luck,”

Good luck was not the only thing it had given Scaramouche. It gave him comfort. He wouldn’t admit it but he had been infinitely glad he had visited your parents, despite bringing bad news, he came back with a bit more hope and a bit more determination and he promised he would update them weekly.

As Scaramouche sat through breakfast, he also relived his memories of Kuni’s funeral. It had been a week ago already, and as he thought, all the castle personnel were present to bid him goodbye. Scaramouche wasn’t brave enough to say goodbye out loud, but he promised himself he’d come back to his grave, and he’d come back with you. He’ll probably have more courage then, and Kuni will probably be happier to see you in tow with him.

“I’m going out,” Scaramouche announced as he finished breakfast. He said it like he was a teenager who didn’t have a care in the world except for his own agendas. His mother and father didn’t stop him, knowing where he was going to be for the afternoon: looking for you on horseback. It was like a routine now, a tedious one at that.

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“You’re not well enough to go anywhere,” Serena, for the third time that day, reminds the young lady she and her husband had picked up at the river banks.

“Maybe in a few days, or a week. You’ve come a long way from when you first woke up. Though, I really don’t think you should be walking around so casually,” She grasps your elbows gently, looking over the several bandages on your body. It’s a wonder that you were up and so raring to go, you’ve told her over a thousand times that you had to get back to the capital, but that was at least a day’s worth of travel, and your body wasn’t ready for that.

“I promised you’d be back by the Harvest Festival, remember?” She smiled softly, like a parent tenderly scolding her own daughter and you sighed. Truth be told it was difficult just standing up, but it had been far too long that you were cooped up in their extra room.

You gained consciousness two weeks back, but it was a hard two weeks of recovery that followed after. You found out that your arm was broken, a place in your knee was fractured, and a portion of your back was purple with bruises. All of this was the result of throwing yourself off the cliff and into the Musoujin Gorge. You guessed that the harsh currents flipped and tumbled you around, flinging you through the waters until your body had miraculously been caught by a large tree root. On top of that, you had woken up with a severe fever.

All of which was painstakingly taken care of by Serena and Finnian.

They had quite literally saved your life.

At the moment of waking it was impossible to think of anything but the pain. Forget the gnosis, forget the kingdom, forget Scaramouche or the fact that Kuni had stayed behind to give you the chance to run, all your mind could think about was the constant throb of pain all over your body. It was physically relentless, but also mentally mind-breaking.

It had only been two days ago that you woke and finally felt some semblance of yourself coming back. Your real memories, thoughts, feelings. Your consciousness really putting things together and making you remember things like the ring, the gnosis, the fact that everyone in the kingdom must be out looking for you.

The ring was nowhere to be found and when you asked Serena and Finnian about it they didn’t recall seeing one on you. You quickly assumed that you had lost it during the whole ordeal. The gnosis, however, when asked about it, Serena was quick to think out loud. “...Do you mean the glowing chess piece? It’s still tucked in your leather breast pocket.” She explained that they had rummaged through your clothes to find out any clue of your identity, but there was none.

You yourself had not told them that you were the kingdom’s princess. Besides, you were outside the kingdom walls, and their modest and quiet part of the world was technically not part of the kingdom. What would they say anyway? Perhaps they would think that you’d hit your head too hard, or was having delusions of grandeur. So you kept the fact to yourself.

Serena and Finnian lived in quite a large home. Though they didn’t live luxuriously, one could tell that they were well-off by the way that everything was neat and proper, the way that they always had three meals a day and an extra room in their home.

You had stepped outside once, and discovered that the “garden” or “backyard” that Serena had always talked about, was acres and acres of apple trees.

Sometimes workers would come and handpick the apples, which Finnian would then ship to towns and cities to supply market stalls or restaurants with. It was the exact reason they lived quite far away from everything else, because of their apple business and the sheer amount of space they needed to grow those trees.

Though they were considered to be in the outskirts of Higi Village, it still wasn’t easy to travel to and from the village without someone who knew the way.

“...When did you say the Harvest Festival was?” You asked once again, obeying Serena’s slight push for you to take a seat on the dining table. She yet again let out a soft sigh, as if she had told you this a thousand times before already. “In a few days, Y/N. Five, to be exact. Next week,” then she paused, and gave you a once over again. “But I’m really not sure if you’d be well enough to travel into the kingdom, it’s a long ride–”

“It’ll be fine, I really need to get back,” There was desperation in your voice. Serena always heard it. She refrained from saying anything else, and then she instead offered something comforting.

“Would you like a slice of apple pie? We’ve got plenty to go around,” She goes back into the open kitchen and checks the old stone oven for the pie. You’re not able to answer her, for some reason you had gone back to mulling around in your thoughts. You stared at her back blankly, a feeling of gratitude washing over you quite strongly.

“...Thank you, Serena. I really wouldn’t know what to do if I had ended up anywhere else, or alone, or…” Serena’s braided hair swayed with her as she turned around, knowing that you were having one of your moods again. You’ve thanked her almost every single day now, and you still couldn’t thank her enough.

Finnian and her never questioned you. Never questioned who you were, why you so badly wanted to go back to the kingdom, didn’t even bat an eye as to whether you were a good person or a bad person. Serena said something about just trusting her gut feeling, but you had probably seen so much tragedy in the past two weeks that trust was not something you could easily hand out to anyone.

“We’re going through this again?” She places her hands at her hips, ruffling the loose dress that she had on a, making the little pregnant bulge of her tummy show through. You chuckled sheepishly and shrugged, not being able to help yourself nor your feelings.

“The only thanks I need is for you to be home safe,” Serena adds, before turning around towards the kitchen and prepping the apple pie.

You hum a little, and your mind wanders again.

In a quiet place like this and your current state, it was easy for your mind to wander. Mostly because your body couldn’t, and all you could do was think. A lot.

The image of Scaramouche flashes in your mind and it always surprised you how gut-wrenching it was to remember him. It was painful to think about what your mom and dad might be going through but when it came to Scaramouche…There was pain and loneliness and fear and anxiety and…all these mixes of emotions that whirled around in your chest.

“You’re thinking of someone again,” You were brought back to reality by the clink of a plate of apple pie in front of you, on the table. There was a tiny fork that came with it and it was still piping hot, judging from the steam coming off of it.

Serena was perceptive, perhaps because she was formerly a doctor but she always knew when you were thinking of Scaramouche. She said it’s because you had a really sad look on your face, and you always wondered what kind of face she was seeing.

You laughed nervously and picked up the fork just to twirl it around in your fingers, caught in the act of thinking about him. “I just… I wonder how he is… He must be so pissed off right now,” You laugh a little, and it makes your ribs hurt, so you abruptly stop with a wince. Serena shakes her head disapprovingly. It was strange, the way you described your husband.

At first she was even shocked that you were married. You had seemed so young, but she wasn’t the type to question nor judge people for it. Then she asked what kind of person your husband was, just out of curiosity. You answered with something unexpected, something along the lines of him being a completely uncaring individual, harsh mannerism, and annoying stubbornness.

For a moment Serena wondered if it was really safe for you to go back home, it didn’t sound as if it was a healthy household, but…there was a weird fondness on your face when you described him. Like you held a secret dear to your heart, like there was something more to him than what you had just said.

At first there had been a sense of urgency in you, feeling as if you had to find out what happened to the war, to Kuni, to Tartaglia, to Scaramouche. Feeling as if you had the duty of bringing the gnosis back as soon as you could…but your body had been failing you, and you relented, convincing yourself that your recovery should be your first priority.

“Do you have kids together?” Serena asked innocently and you sputtered at air almost immediately.

“Wh-What? No!” Serena merely chuckled and patted her belly. “Ah, well I wonder what the little one will be like,” she thought aloud, and you feel relieved at the sudden change in topics. Serena had a few moments like these where she would stop and think about her being a mother, if she was going to be a good one or if everything would be alright.

“You’ll be a great mom and if the baby is anything like you then he or she is already set for life,”

“Well if you decide you want kids of your own it’d be nice for you to visit and for my little one to have a playmate. There aren’t a lot of kids in old Higi Village you know?”

Again, you choked on air at the thought of having kids with Scaramouche. That was not in any of your immediate plans, it was not even in your mind at all and thinking about it right now was a little…weird, and perhaps it made you slightly embarrassed as well, thinking about what type of family the two of you would end up having, if you were to have one at all. You didn’t know what Scaramouche’s view on that was, and it felt far too fast to talk about it.

“Kids or no kids, I promise I’ll visit,” you reassure Serena, knowing in your mind that this home of theirs and their kind hearts already had a special place in your memory.

For the rest of the day the two of you indulged in small talk and the wonderful apple pie she made. You were forced to bedrest soon after, and though you always slept peacefully, there were many a night where nightmares would haunt you, reminding you that you were once so close to death, and still so far from home.

It was 4 days later when Finnian and Serena started preparations for the Harvest Festival. It seemed that they attended it every year, and they put up a market stall in the streets of the kingdom just as all the other farmers and businessmen did. Both Finnian and Serena would man their stall, and they would travel with their freshest apples into the kingdom and sell them, along with enjoying the festivities that the kingdom had prepared.

At that point you still had a sling on your arm, your middle was still bandaged and you still had a slight limp on your leg. Serena was adamant on making you stay a week longer, worried about the bumpy and arduous ride to the kingdom, but you wouldn’t have any of it, telling her that the earlier you got home, the better and this was the perfect opportunity to, since the two of them were heading towards the kingdom as well.

You’re not sure what it was that changed Serena’s mind, your pleading, perhaps Finnian talked to her about it, or perhaps she just saw that you were well enough, but you embarked on the journey to the castle with them.

Serena lent you one of her old dresses, from before she was pregnant. It was a rather plain and rather every day, mundane piece of clothing. If people didn’t recognize you, they probably wouldn’t give you a second look, because it surely was not the type of clothing a princess would be in.

You had no problems with it, this was exactly the type of clothing you wore before your life in the castle. Plus, it was infinitely more comfortable than the leather armor that was now packed into a rucksack on your back. The lot of you left at noon, stopped by at a village for one night and continued on until the morning, arriving a little late as the festivities had already started and stalls were already up.

Serena and Finnian wasted no time setting up their apple stall, and as much as you wanted to help them, you were still awestruck that you were back here. The cobbled stones were familiar, the bustle of people in the market was home, even the air here was friendly and for a moment while Serena and Finnian busied themselves, you couldn’t help but circle around in place just taking in the comfort of it all.

You whipped around, about to tell Serena and Finnian that you were going somewhere, back to the castle, but noticed that they were too engrossed in setting up their stall. Despite wanting to go as soon as possible, you also didn’t want to leave them without helping nor saying a proper thank you.

“Let me help,” you were an arm down but you could still do some small chores here and there, though Serena gave you a disapproving look. It took nearly an hour more to set up and get everything going, it seemed as if Serena knew some people here, as ladies passed by and greeted her. It may just be apples, but it looked as if their harvest was pretty reputable.

In then struck you to at least buy a few from them. You didn’t have money right now, but you could easily go to the castle and back to the stall to pay them. in your mind, you just wanted to do all that you could for them, and that included buying some of their produce.

“Serena, I’ll have some too,” You grabbed one of their wooden baskets, and told her you’d grab a dozen. Finnian was the one who helped you stack the apples in your basket, seeing as your one arm was still in a sling.

Serena approached you curiously, letting out a small “Hmm…” As she looked at you. Sort-of tacky green, empire dress. Basket of apples in your good hand. You blinked at her, wondering what she was staring at, but she had spoken up before you. “You know, with that basket of apples, I can’t help but think I’ve seen you before,” she gave you a lopsided smile and for a split second a spark of a memory clicks in you, but it was gone in seconds.

Both of your attentions were thrown away from each other when cheers and claps erupted from behind you, and the familiar sound of hooves on the cobbled pavement reached your ears. Without thinking much of it at all, you turned, picked your eyes up to take a look at what everyone found so interesting, only to find electric blue-purple eyes meeting yours.

Unlike the first time you met, this time you were sure your heart stopped beating. The world around you slowed down and it looked as if it had been the same for Scaramouche. He’d been approaching by horseback, the citizens greeting him and his eyes couldn’t help but graze over the apple stall a few steps away.

Before he knew it you were staring right back at him and the breath was knocked away from his chest. The cheers around him were like dull sounds that one would hear when you were half asleep. Everything else happening around him took place in the background and all he could see was your face looking up at him, surprise starting to slowly etch over, your jaw opening just as slow as everything else.

There was a sudden, unusual silence in his world. Despite the cheers, the sounds of the city, the loudness of the festivities he could hear nothing except for when your lips moved and uttered his name. “Scara…”

And suddenly everything was back, the noise hitting him on all sides but he had dismounted his horse faster than he could even blink and sprinted up towards you to embrace you in his arms. You dropped the basket of apples in shock, and also because him barreling into you hurt a little, but it hurt in a good way, to see that he was well and that he had missed you this dearly.

“Y/N, what–” Scaramouche couldn’t find his words. His hands gripped tight at your dress, thinking that if he lifted even a finger away from you that you would suddenly disappear again. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could feel by how so tightly he hugged you that he would never let you go again. You returned the sentiment, but could only move one hand around his back and buried your head into his chest, tears already spilling down your cheeks.

“I-I’m home,” your shoulders trembled, and for a moment you thought his did too. He had his head dropped atop of yours and you could feel his chest stutter a little, as if trying to get a hold of his breathing.

“...Idiot, you–” he could not form his words yet. Weeks and weeks of looking for you amounted to nothing and to be frank he had been at the end of his wits. He finally pulled back, angry scowl on his face yet his eyes glistened a little. “Where were you?!” He shouted as if he was seriously angry, but you knew his moods and mannerisms well enough to know that it was out of concern and possibly built up tension.

“I–” You were cut off by his hand cupping your cheek, eyes narrowing at the small scratch on your chin at the same time as him swiping away your tears. Then narrowing even further when he realized your arm was broken. “You’re hurt,” he then stepped away, but refused to let go of your good hand, looking and scanning your form. “Where else?” He demands.

Serena had watched the whole thing unfold with Finnian, as did the rest of the stalls around them. She was dumbfounded. The attire that Scaramouche wore could only signal that he was an important person around here, and if she wasn’t mistaken, this was the prince of the kingdom, dubbed the ruthless prince. And yet, as Serena looked on, there was not an ounce of him that was harsh nor uncaring towards you.

In fact, the way he held you, the way he looked over you, asked you and questioned you, these were all just out of what Serena could observe and describe as love.

“Umm… A lot of other places…” You whispered and Scaramouche’s eyes darted up towards yours. “Then you can’t be walking around like this, I’ll bring you back, let’s–”

“Hold on,” you cut him off gently, pulling at his hand. You could see the urgency in his eyes, the need to just get you back home into safety, the fear that this was all a dream that he would wake up alone all over again.

You pulled him over, towards Serena and Finnian. It was only right to introduce them. You waved a hand out to gesture towards the two of them, “Serena and Finnian saved my life. They really…” you paused, feeling as if you might cry again, gulping the lump in your throat. “They really helped me out, I’d be dead if not for them,” Your gaze dropped on the floor but Serena had merely waved a hand.

“We just did what we thought was right…Also you didn’t tell me it was the prince you were wedded to, Y/N,” Serena looked as if valuable gossip had just been yanked away from her, but she was more astounded than disappointed. You smiled a little but before you could say anything Scaramouche had stepped up again.

“...Thank you,” Your head whipped around towards him. It’d been the first time you heard him express open gratitude to someone else and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest. “The Harvest Festival goes on for two days, I understand that the two of you must have an inn for tonight already… but please let me take care of any expenses you might have while in the kingdom,” Scaramouche’s offer took you aback. The matureness of his offer…strangely put him in an even more charming light.

Serena and Finnian looked at each other, with Finnian about to protest, but Serena put a hand on his arm, knowing that the prince wouldn’t take no for an answer. You did mention how stubborn he was, which was funny to Serena, because you were just as stubborn. “That’s extremely generous of you, your highness. Thank you,”

Scaramouche nodded once, then pulled you back with him. “I’ll be taking her for now, we’ll come and visit again after she’s had a rest,” he waved a hand behind towards his knights, pointing at the basket of apples that you had left on the ground, signaling them to pick it up while Scaramouche took you to his horse. You turned your head back briefly to wave at Serena and Finnian, mouthing a ‘see you later’ to them, because you weren’t satisfied with just leaving them like that.

“Can you get on the horse?” Scaramouche protectively grasps your elbow, “Here I’ll hoist you up,” and manages to get you up. He follows easily and sits behind you, his arms trapping you as he tugs on the horse’s reins.

He was so close to you this way, but there was nothing at all to complain about. The horse started to trudge forward towards the castle, you were aware that Scaramouche wasn’t going too fast, perhaps in fear of jostling your wounds.

“...Aren’t you tired? Lean on me a little more,” He was demanding today, and unashamed to speak out. You feel your cheeks heat up a little, thinking that he had never been as affectionate before, but you understood where it was coming from.

You also couldn’t deny that trying to sit and balance on a horse was a little difficult in your state, and leaning back towards him would give him a bit of your weight to carry, so you did as told.

He sighs when you do, feeling your back against his chest, and as the horse moves forward automatically, Scaramouche dips his head towards the crook of your neck. You feel his lips press against your skin there, and you can’t help but whisper his name. “Scara…”

“...You have no idea…” He whispers back, almost sounding like his voice might break. “How long I looked for you,” he uses an arm to pull you tight against him, the other still on the horse’s reins. He could not wait even a second to just be nearer to you, could not wait until the two of you were in the privacy of your room. With how many weeks he lost, every second counted to him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you reached a hand out and behind you to cradle the side of his face. Fingers brushing against his ear and his cheek.

“...Just don’t do it again, you hear me?” His voice comes out stronger this time, head pulling away from your neck and straightening up on his horse again. “We’ll talk later. I want to get you checked by the doctor and you’ll have a nap, then you’ll tell me everything,” He still spouted commands like a leader, like you had no choice in the matter, but you had no good reason to say no to his demands.

“I hear you,” you reply with a slight chuckle to your tone. You turn your head sideways, just enough for you to see him in your peripheral vision. “...Scara…?” You whisper, and something about that whisper pulls at Scaramouche to look at you.

From this angle, you looking sideways up at him, and him looking down at your face, there’s almost something innocent about your gaze and yet your lips spoke of something different.

They trembled, like you wanted to request for something but couldn’t quite say it out loud.

It’d been far too long, he thought to himself. Far too long since he had kissed you and he didn’t think he could wait through the ride home.

He pulls on the horse’s reins, and it stops. He tilts your chin up, leans a little sideways to maneuver his head around to reach your lips, and the soft press of yours on his was enough to restart his heart and tell him that you were indeed, back here with him. He shuddered. The kiss was innocent, but the feelings were intense.

After weeks of not even having a trace of you, this kiss was like salvation to him. A promise that he would try to look after you better, to not have to be apart for so long again, to protect what the two of you had because he damn well felt alive again even after all that had happened, having you was like pumping blood into his once cold veins.

He leaned in further into the kiss for a mere second, and broke it with a sigh. You instantly followed up with a relaxed, “I’m home,” once again repeating the simple sentence that brought comfort to his heart, as if you were gone just to get groceries.

He smirked a little, and despite having so many questions in his mind he could only think that this moment was what he was waiting for. He whispers in your ear, wanting his sentiments to be a secret, for your ears and his only. The tenderness of it hidden away from the rest of the world.

“Welcome home, my princess,”

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