#scaramouche headcanon

[genshindsau]

Summary: Scaramouche's first meeting with the reader was not what he was expecting.

CW: Misandry, Matriarchial society, reverse harem, war prizes (selling men), implied abuse towards Scaramouche, Ei and Yae Miko are not good people. Is reader actually being kind or is she doing what needs to be done(?). Point of view is mainly from Scaramouche and what he see's so the reader is basically called stranger/guest because she is not known to Scaramouche yet. Some politics (not very good politics FYI), one line mentions uncomfortable/nonconsensual touching (not from reader), men needing to be pure or clean (mentioned once near the end). Reader is implied to be taller than Scaramouche.

He thought that it was going to be like any other day. He was rudely woken up by the servants and basically forced to be washed and dressed. His clothes picked out for him, his hair and makeup done without any say from him. He never understood why he had to go through this basically every day. He was rarely allowed to leave his room as it was, so no one ever really saw him. The only thing different on the days that he was allowed to leave was the clothing. Out in public, he had to wear a specific collar, indicating his status. He did not have his face covered like the consorts or concubines were supposed to which made sense, since he was neither. It was to signify his position as a war prize.

Seeing the gleam of the bronze collar on the table, he realized that today he was required to be out in public. For what, he did not know, but one thing he was sure on was that it wasn't going to be an easy day.

"The collar?" He hushed out, trying to get an answer from the bustling servants. He wasn't surprised to have been met with silence. He knew how they see him. Lesser, pitiful, ungrateful towards their master who has so graciously taken him in when he was just a starving and forgotten child. Except he wasn't taken in, he was stolen and forced to serve. From his former negligent master to a cruel master, he was switched as if he was nothing more than piece of meat for the strongest to fight over.

He kept quiet as everyone moved around him. He let them maneuver his head, offering no resistance. Let them slide whatever clothing they wanted onto him. It wasn't until he heard the unclasping of the collar that he shuddered. It was a miniscule movement but he couldn't escape the glares sent his way, as if daring him to try and struggle.

It wasn't the first time it was put on him, but the chill of the collar closing in around his neck caused him to shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, trying to suppress the need to jerk away from their touch. It was pulled behind his neck and tightened to where there was a constant pressure around his throat. He most likely would struggle just drinking. Eating was out of the question entirely, unless he wanted to choke himself - something that has happened to him before. As it was clasped together, he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste filling his mouth but he just swallowed it down.

After the collar was clasped on, the majority of the servants left the room. Only two individuals were left in the room, one another servant and the other caused him to sit up straighter. The pink hair and sly chuckle that filled the air left him to suppress the dread and uncertainty growing in his body.

"Preparation's done?"

The attendant bowed to Yae Miko as she came and stood in front of Scaramouche, her purple eyes assessing him. He kept his head down, the proper procedure having been engrained in him long ago.

"Yes, mi'lady."

Yae Miko let out a small hum of approval. It was after the attendants left and when it was just the two of them left alone in the room that she showed her displeasure. However, what was odd, was that it wasn't directed to Scaramouche. Instead she seemed to be contemplating something. Whether it was about him or something else that was bothering her, Scaramouche couldn't say.

"I just cannot figure out why she requested to see you." It was obvious Yae Miko wasn't referring the Ei. The clear distain in her voice would never had been voiced towards Ei. He knew first hand how deep her loyalty to the eldest imperial sister goes.

"Well... actually I can imagine one reason but she wouldn't do something as brazen - as disrespectful - as that." She, essentially, spat the word out.

It was obvious that she wasn't talking to Scaramouche nor was she expecting an answer. He knew that she felt comfortable talking freely because he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what he had heard.

He was unsure who she was talking about. There had been whispers in the halls about a guest who was visiting. However, it wasn't hard to tell that whoever this mystery person was, they were not on good terms with Ei. He can't imagine why such tensions would be running rampant. As far as he knew, there was no one who stood as an actual threat to Ei.

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In front of him the servants hand hesitated. He could see their hand shake and the dampness on their palms. As the door was finally push open, Scaramouche eyes squeezed shut as a gust of air hit him and his hands unconsciously clenched at his clothing. The tension was basically seeping out of the room and he couldn't imagine how much worse it would be in the room.

As he stepped into the room, he noted how even some of Ei council women were wearing fearful and hesitant looks. Ei stood out in her noticeable purple clothing and the crown on her head. She was showing off her power. Ei rarely wore the golden crown unless she wanted to emphasize her position or intimidate someone in submission - something he experienced first hand.

He couldn't see the person opposite of Ei, but even the sitting arrangement was meant to infer the superiority of Ei and the inferiority of the other person. There were not many people. At Ei's side stood Yae Miko. Along the walls were Ei's best soldiers. He recognized a few of them and immediately diverted his attention away from them. He situated himself, moving as if to shake off invisible hands gripping his body.

He then noticed a few unfamiliar faces. There were two women, one with long light blue hair that was tied back and she was wearing a black outfit with a golden cape. However, his eyes were easily drawn to the large claymore strapped to her side. The other women has similar white-blue hair but was much shorter and had a hair pin pulling back her bangs. She also wore lighter, more feminine clothes. At her side, a smaller sword rested. The third figure caused scaramouche's eyes to widen. It wasn't another female but rather a male. He was fairly tall and even under his clothes, Scaramouche could tell he was well-built. What was the most odd, wasn't the polearm at his side or the fact that he was wearing conservative and what looked like protective clothing but that he wasn't kneeling in the room.

As Scaramouche was ushered into the room, he followed through with the proper procedure. He formally greeted Ei, bowed to her and wait for her to acknowledge him so that he may once more stand up. He could feel eyes on him. He was used to Ei's and her guards eyes but this time he could feel the scrutiny of the guests. He didn't even have to face them to know they were assessing him, looking him over head to toe. It was stifling. He felt like the air was getting thinner around him as he felt eyes on him from every angle.

Scaramouche was expecting to be dismissed not soon after but to his surprise he was dragged from his position on the floor to next to Ei's chair. He didn't resist as hands on his shoulders forced him to kneel down on the marble ground. The chill of the cold floor against his skin left goosebumps forming.

It was silent. No one seemed to want to make the first move.

"I suppose congratulations are in order." Ei broke the silence in the room. Her voice nonchalant as she ran the tip of her thumb over a dagger she had resting on her lap.

Scaramouche felt he could read Ei quite easily - he could read most women without any problems. A habit he long ago picked up in order to ensure his own safety.

Ei was on guard, that much was obvious. But there was still a amusement in her tone as she stared at the women sitting across from her. As well as not to subtly hidden mockery. When it came to the stranger, Scaramouche wasn't able to read her at all. It was unnerving. He could tell everyone else in the room felt the same - well except for Yae Miko and the people that the stranger brought with her.

"Come now," Ei didn't give an time for the guest to speak.

"Don't be so shocked," Ei shrugged gently. Her eyes dropping to the dagger in her hand. "Signoria's downfall spread far and wide. I'd be hard pressed to find anyone who didn't hear about it. Especially considering the fact that the one who killed her was her own sister - back from the dead with a vengeance." Her words were sharp even under the relaxed tone. Multiple of the guards flinched and some seemed to curl into themselves. No doubt wishing to be anywhere except in this room. Scaramouche shared the sentiment.

The stranger didn't reply for a long while. Scaramouche guessed she was staring at Ei but it was hard to tell. Finally the stranger let out a sigh and shook her head.

"You misunderstand,"

Her voice was much softer, Scaramouche noted. She was straight to the point and firm but there was no underly cruelty or superiority to it. However, he wouldn't go so far as to call her tone kind. There was no kindness in her voice or her body language.

"I didn't come for congratulations." Scaramouche watched as the woman relaxed back against the seat.

"Oh?" Ei quirked an eyebrow. "Then why come here? Thought because you defeated our sister's pathetic attempts of a war, you'd be strong enough to fight me?"

Scaramouche watched as the stranger yet again shook her head. Not really one for words, he thought.

"I didn't come for a fight. There is no reason to anyways." The implications in your tone were not lost on Ei. Even if you were half way across the world, the crown is yours by blood right. However, Ei knows that even if you stood in front of every kingdom and pronounced your right to the crown, very few would be willing to follow you as you are right now. However, that doesn't mean things can change in the future.

"So you've traveled all this way for what? To gloat?" A small smirk formed on Ei's lips. "Or is it for petty childish revenge." Ei shrugged, like she couldn't give a damn. "We were all kids then, there is no use to clinging to past actions."

You suppresses a sound of indignation. You were five years old when she was fifteen. You both knew that Ei was well aware of the actions she took towards you. You can feel the scars on your hands and legs ache and sting as you remember how you got them. You remember watching through your tear filled vision, Ei hiding her amusement behind a carefully placed fan to hide her laughter.

"The past is in the past for a reason." Ei spoke and Scaramouche watched as her eyes narrowed at the woman across from her.

"If you would let me speak," the stranger cleared their throat and there was a subtle shift in the air. No one spoke to Ei like that. Not unless they were signing a death sentence. "I can tell you why I traveled all this way."

Ei stilled. Her hand drop the dagger to his lap. "Then why did you?"

"Simple," the stranger shrugged. "A truce."

"… Truce?" This was the first time Scaramouche ever saw Ei stunned. 

Ei let out a bark of laughter. "And here I thought you might have been able to grasp some semblance of intelligence. Seems your father's lessons didn't stick as well as he had hoped."

There was a scrap against the ground. The sound of metal scratching at the marble, leaving a distinct mark on the ground. It wasn't the stranger who moved, it was the male standing next to her. Scaramouche watched as his grip tightened around the length of his polearm, digging it into the floor, the marble cracking due to the pressure. There was a slight tremble in his body but Scaramouche highly doubted it was due to fear.

No, it was anger being suppressed; Scaramouche knows better than anyone what that feels like.

Scaramouche's eyes darted back towards the woman who didn't so much as shift her weight at Ei's words.

"Let me ask you this," The stranger held a hand up and Scaramouche watched as the previously tense male was quickly placated. "How are you going to feed your people, stop the diseases running rampant in the villages on the boarders of your lands. Whether or not you care about them is of no concern to me. But, you go to war over the littlest thing - it is what you're best at - you think you can support an army with how little care goes to anyone who isn't at the head of your army or council?"  

"You're here to offer me advice?" Ei's voice tightened, her body straightening in her seat.

A small, breathy laugh left the stranger. "No. I'm simply stating facts. I have no desire to go to war against anyone anytime soon - even more so with someone as… experienced as you. And let's face it. I'm of no threat to you, nor do I plan to be - "

" - you expect me to believe that?" Ei cut the stranger off.

"Still," you didn't even seem to care that Ei spoke. "You have a strong army. Strong generals. Strong abilities. There is no doubt about that. But you lack medicine. You lack food and agriculture for your people. I can help with that."

"Get on with. What do you truly want. Protection?"

The stranger smiled, the corner of their lips quirking up as if they just heard something funny. "No. No protection. More of a safety precaution. I own Signoria's lands now which are right next to yours. We may not have seen each other for over a decade but I know how you work. I know that second I started putting my people there, you would make a move. I am asking that you don't. In return I will grant you the medicine you need, I have very skilled physicians and alchemists. I will also give the villages under you that are suffering a portion of crops and grains - at least until they can survive on their own."

Scaramouche tensed at the underhanded insults the stranger spoke to Ei. It didn't take a scholar to hear the shortcomings that were being pointed out about Ei's rule.

"So this is why you came? You move people to neighboring lands and only ask of me not to attack them in exchange for food and grains." Ei let out her own chuckle. "You expect me to believe that is all."

Ei wasn't going to agree. Scaramouche could tell. But other seems to realize this as well when some of Ei's court officials stepped forward, albeit very hesitantly, and whispered to her. A hushed conversation took place and Scaramouche focused on the stranger and the people next to her. None of you moved or so much as look perturbed. If anything, there was still a small smirk on the stranger's face as she watched the exchange.

Scaramouche silently went over everything you and Ei said and even he could see that you're offer was good - great even. You were basically asking for nothing in return. Just that Ei doesn't attack but its not like you were asking for army personnel, food, supplies, agriculture, or anything that he knows other nobles have asked of Ei.

A throat was cleared and the people around Ei disbursed back into their previous positions. "My council believes it would be worthwhile considering your offer." Ei's reluctance was apparent in her tone. "I will withhold attacking your lands as long as you abide by the rules given and our people and lands do not interact unless allowed."

"Seems fair."

The tension in the air was still oppressive, baring down on everyone there but there was also a subtle sigh of relief. Although, not from Ei, Yae Miko, or the stranger and her company.

The silence stretched on.

The stranger cleared her throat, her hands moving to rest on her knees as she leaned forward. "Truces are usually signified by the signing or giving of something. However, since I am the only one giving your kingdom something, I believe it is only fair that I am given something in return, in order to make sure that you keep your word. That is proper procedure, is it not?"

That wasn't really a question.

"I suppose that is only fair." Ei replied, her eyes scrutinizing the woman across from her. "Though it seems like you've already got an idea of what you want. Spit it out then."

A hum left the strangers voice and Scaramouche felt himself tense. He wasn't sure why but he could have swore that the stranger turned her attention to him. Even with her eyes covered, there came a heaviness with her gaze - an almost suffocating pressure fell onto his shoulders. 

"What about him?" The stranger's voice dropped, any amusement she had previously held had quickly disappeared.

There was an outrage from Ei's side.

"How dare you!"  

"The arrogance - "

"Should be killed for being so brazen."

The stranger looked completely calm. Not so much as shifting as spews of hate and anger was directed towards her. For a brief moment Scaramouche could have sworn the stranger was enjoying the reactions. The three individuals who came with the stranger didn't seem shocked at the proposition but Scaramouche watched as they tensed up, their hands coming to cling to their weapons and how they positioned themselves more defensively.

Ei remained deceptively silent.

You don't ask for a previous war-prize, not after someone has already claimed him like Ei did from his previous masters. Its undermining Ei. It was not so subtly showing your own superiority over Ei. If Scaramouche wasn't so focused on the uncomfortable clenching in his stomach and the burning sensation crawling painfully up his throat, he would have found this situation hilarious but because he was basically in the center of the sisters' tug-of-war, he felt like he was going to collapse.

Finally Ei raised a hand and the chatter and insults quieted down.

"You claim to be here to help," Ei spits out the word. "Yet you do something as bold as ask for my prize."

Scaramouche used to flinch when he was called a prize. It should have been a complement. The word synonymous with treasure, valued, and yet it is used to humiliate him and show that he belongs to someone and that that is his only worth.

"Please," the stranger make a small sound in the back of her throat. "We both know you have no use for him. If anything I would suspect that the only ones who do are your advisors and court officials."

Scaramouche chose to ignore the implication of your words. Despite the fact that he wanted to refute and say nothing like that ever happened. Sure, some people have let their hands linger on him but he's still clean and he took an uncomfortable amount of pride in that - though he'd never let anyone know. He knows that would change if this information got out.

"He's not your only war prize and he wont be the last. He's not even your most valued one."

Scaramouche was able to tell that you had collected a lot of intel on Ei. Ei seemed to also realize that the stranger wasn't the same kid she tortured all those years ago.

The stranger continued, "Is the loss of one man really worth the lives of all the people in your villages if they don't get the grains and food I promised?"

Scaramouche dug his nails into his palm, the sting of pain comforting him as he forced back the burning of tears behind his eyes. They weren't from sadness or even despair. He knows he doesn't have a choice. He never did and it is so frustrating to know his voice and opinions and feelings don't matter.

"…. Very well." Ei seemed to concede, her back leaning against her chair. There were soft sounds of protest but no one paid any mind to it.

Scaramouche doubts that Ei will leave this insult alone. She won't strike back today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now. But the day will come when Ei will make the stranger pay.

"He belongs to you." Ei motioned one of her hands towards Scaramouche and one of her guards came to where he was still kneeling on the floor and grabbed his arm, roughly tugging him onto his feet.

Scaramouche stumbled, his knees and feet numb from kneeling for almost twenty minutes. He felt pins and needles crawl up his legs as he was pushed forward and he sprawled back onto the floor. He could ignore the pinpricks of humiliation at his display but what he couldn't ignore was the way that one of the guards on the stranger's side move to offer him her hand. It was the more feminine woman, who had pins in her hair.

Scaramouche glared at it - at her and pushed himself off the floor without any help. He wanted to yell and tear his hair out as he saw the pity in the woman's eyes but she just moved back to the stranger's side, allowing him to get up on his own.

"I think this conversation is over," the stranger broke the silence as she moved to stand up from her chair. She was taller than Scaramouche expected. The top of his head reached about her chin.

"Agreed," Ei stood up as well. Neither of them made any move to shake hands. "I'll be keeping an eye out for your promised materials."

The stranger just hummed. She took a step closer to Scaramouche and he forced his body not to move. The air around her felt different in a way he couldn't explain. It felt like air he was breathing in was scorching his lungs. She stepped about a foot away from Scaramouche and lifted one hand up. He squeezed his eyes shut on instinct, expecting something cruel but to his surprise all he felt was a slight warmth around his neck.

His eyes shot open and one of his hands lifted to his neck unconsciously. He felt a slight sting of heat against the skin of his neck but then when he pulled his hand away from his neck, he saw something dark and ashy in his hands. It was dust. The collar around his neck was no longer constricting him. It was in his hand and on the floor as the stranger disintegrated it in front of everyone.

He stared at the stranger with wide-eyes.

The stranger didn't offer him any words or do anything else. Instead she just turned her back and started to walk out the door. The male at her side followed her but the two guards the stranger brought with her waited and motioned for him to follow the stranger. It was only after he hesitantly took one step and then another until he was basically scurrying out of the room that the two women followed.

[qa-senpai]

Getting caught watching/reading spicy graphic.

Characters: Scaramouche, Aether, Xiao.

Warnings: Slight nsfw at Xiao & scaramouche's Part

AETHER

You were peacefully watching a Korean love story series. Headphones on, snacks already beside you as you enjoyed watching.

You were too focus to the story as you didn't hear Aether shouts, calling your name.

Soon you notice the scene started to heat up as the scene went far from kissing. You bit your lips as your imagination wanders everywhere. Trying to make yourself in the position of that person right now. (Just like rn you're reading this 😀🫶🏻)

Suddenly someone grab your headset from you, when you're about to complain, you saw in Aether's face, he was Speechless. Full embarrassment spreads around his face.

"Is this the reason you didn't answer back?-"

He was still too shock to proceed what he just witness. His S/O watching something so... Vulgar made his heart itch.

Your face went dark red and began to shut down the tablet.

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK I SWEAR! IT JUST GOT SPICY SUDDENLY OKAY? AT FIRST IT WAS JUST KISSING THAT'S ALL!"

you're trying to defend yourself while aether didn't buy it as he went to the corner of the room mumbling something like-

"My sweet innocent S/O has been... Discarded"

"HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?"

Poor aether, he was so traumatized. You better reassured him that it was a misunderstanding or he will change the WIFI password on you 😜

XIAO

You were in the library, your usual place to read whatever you like. This time you have manage your time so that you have at least 1 hour for reading.

Soon you went to your secret shelf hiding the book from anyone and even Xiao.

You were so excited to read the part till it's finished.

You quickly move to where you had left and it's where the Hardcore graphic shown.

You tried to hide your grin by covering your mouth and continue reading.

You were caught up with your imagination by the part as you could feel yourself in that position with Xiao.

You didn't realize you started to rub your thighs together and mumbled the word "m-mh.. xiao~"

"Excuse me?"

Your eyes widen as you quickly turn around to see Xiao standing behind you with his jaw dropped.

"WH- WHEN DID YOU...!?" You shout whisper.

"Y-you called my name..! So I thought something happened to you, so I came as fast as I can!" His face was red as he look away from you.

"tf are you readin- are you stupid to read something like that in the library!?"

"IT'S NON OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

Congratulations, you're both now blushing and started to avoid each other for a week after the incident.

Soon he couldn't take it anymore and rushed to your room while panting. "come here, you need proper punishment for ignoring me."

SCARAMOUCHE

You've got some nerve to mess with him.

You were in scaramouche's bedroom Watching extreme graphic.

You were planning to rilled him up and wanting to see his annoyed expression. So you had this all plan up.

Being the naughty girl/boy you're, you purposely put the volume up so it could be heard downstairs. He was in the kitchen too making you both for dinner 😭✋🏻

You glared at the door and start to think of an idea when he decides to go upstairs.

You waited and footsteps could be heard miles away. You smirk and naughtly bounce up and down on the bed while moaning his name out.

"A-ah, Kuni... ~"

The door got slammed open, you jolted and saw the scary look on his face.

"K-kuni!? W-when did you..!?" You fake your shock look.

God, Scara just standing there giving you a menacing look , like he's about to eat his prey.

"Heh, the audacity..." You could hear the annoyance in his tone.

"Hah? What audacity?~" you play dumb and keep teasing him by rocking your hips against the pillow while the scene was still on.

"Stupid, slut. here I am cooking for dinner while you have your time occupied by useless things. Useless as expected. "

God, you love it when he degrades you. (if you're a masochist 🫠)

"but Kuni, I know you've done this multiple times when you're at work right-"

Before you could finish your sentence he rush towards you, Slamming the tablet aside as it shuts down automatically by the fall.

"H-HEY! MY TABLET!-"

quickly grab your hands above your head and hold your chin harshly as threat spreads around his aura right now.

"Let's see how long that pretty mouth of yours can be turn off, just like I did to that fucking tablet of yours. "

He moves his hand from your chin towards your shirt.

"if you could cum more then 3 times before 45 minutes then consider yourself lucky because I left the oven on." (He's just bluffing to pay you back-)

Your eyes widen "YOU WHA-!?"

"I won't stop till I get what I want, if you can't do that then let the house burn down along with your pitiful state, so everyone can see how much of a whore you're for my cock."

Good luck 🤞🏻

[melshome]

ello!

could I kindly request our fav scara with a preg s/o?

it's fine if you don't want to do this ^^

xxxxx

of course!~ heh thank you for sending me an request ❤ please enjoy all your long weekends or just regular weekends!! 💗💗 (sorry that its a bit shorter than how i usually write it)

cw fluff, pregnant reader, angst, self-hate about weight character scaramouche credits to unnie again for the idea💗 so sorry that im always asking for my best friends for help lol (┬┬﹏┬┬)

scaramouche notices that you're a bit tired and upset today..

scaramouche finds you staring out the window after coming back from the grocery store

he gently places the grocery bags on the counter, and walks to you, hugging you from behind

you jump a bit, startled from the hug

"ah, you're back. did you get the peanut butter and carrots?"

scaramouche nods his head, sitting next to you on the couch

he takes your hand softly, and rubs his thumb gently on your hand

"do you want anything?"

you look at scaramouche, and notice he's looking at you, with concern and love filled in his eyes

"no.. it's alright.."

silence.

"could you.. stay with me for a bit?"

scaramouche and you sit next to each other, with scaramouche still holding your hand.

you stare at the window, looking at your reflection and his

scaramouche is wondering if.. there's something wrong. did anything happen while i was gone? is she going to say something..?

he can see that you're not yourself today, but he doesnt want to make you talk if you dont want to

he slowly caresses your face

"you're so beautiful [your name]..."

he whispers, looking at you. you smile, turning to look at him

he tenderly takes your face, and kisses your forehead, symbolizing that he loves you, and that he'll always be there to protect you.

scaramouche then gives a soft kiss on your stomach, looking up at you with a big smile on his face, happy that he's going to be a father.

you smile brightly at him, and whisper in his ear, with a small and soft voice,

"i love you"

scaramouche leaves you to watch lucifer, while he prepares dinner

yaki udon noodles, one of your favourites, was prepared nicely on the dinner table.

he helped you into the chair, and serves you the right amount that he knows you would eat

"scaramouche.. im sorry," you say before eating

"[your name], do not be sorry. there is nothing to be sorry about.

you both are in bed. you're reading a book on your kindle, and scaramouche is writing some things in his planner

you decide to tell him.

"i felt suddenly.. so upset at myself. for eating so much, and overthinking about things"

"i dont want akio to have an... mother who is overweight.."

scaramouche places his planner in front of him, and turns to you

"[your name].. akio would love you either way. its normal to eat so much while you're pregnant, so its okay."

he caresses your cheek, before kissing it gently

"dont worry [your name], akio and i will love you till we die,"

[evelxtus]

@mikazukiwrites requests · ModernAU where young!scara is pissed off at young!reader. He gets mad at her and makes young!reader cry so hard she goes home with a heartache. Tell how young!scara makes up for it~

warnings · angst (duh), modern au, young!gn!reader, young!scaramouche, fluffy fluff.

note · ohh i was missing those scara requests! my asks are open for more reqs, you can freely send your ideas:)

Young!scara who rage blinded him and didn't know what he was really saying, he hurt you so much with his words that he made you cry and go home in tears.

Young!scara who saw you disappear into the distance, heartbroken. He couldn't help but stare at you, while his anger dissipated and gave way to guilt for having made you feel so bad.

Young!scara whose stomach churns as he remembers over and over again how he treated you a few minutes ago. You don't deserve it, and he knows it.

Young!scara who knows he should apologize to you, and even if you don't accept it, he's not going to give up that easily. Perhaps a gift, or some flowers picked from his garden could help. He knew that words would not be enough to made up for what he did.

Young!scara who manages to arrive at your house on time, with the flowers from his garden that you like the most.

Young!scara who sees you open the door still with tears in your eyes, and his heart sinks again as he shyly holds out his hand with the flowers in it.

Young!scara who whispers to you “Take them. I know you like them. Wipe your tears.” He can't look you in the eye without feeling guilty.

Young!scara who knows that his mother will be angry when she sees that there are no flowers in the garden, but he doesn't mind taking a scolding if it's to make you feel better.

Young!scara who admits “If you don't want to forgive me, that's fine. I wasn't really thinking about what I was saying... but actually... I appreciate you.”

Young!scara who is able to put his pride aside for you, even though those last words were said so softly that you could barely hear them.

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[scarasun]

his cheeks, a rose.

a/n: literally wrote this at 2:24am 🥱 anyways reader is gn and some of it really isn't coherent but i ran with the concept anyways. enjoy!

hc that scaramouche is terribly, dreadfully pale. he has a hard time being out in the sun for too long (which is where his hat comes in handy) and it sours his temper tenfold. when you first meet him, it's slightly concerning how pale he is, but as your relationship develops, you realize that this quirk comes with an especially useful perk: catching a glimpse of his emotions when he's reluctant to let you into his heart.

(continued utc)

you first noticed it two months after you called your relationship official. scara wasn't a particularly touchy partner, nor did he try to woo you with flowery words, and he was often too busy to carry you on dates fatui harbinger things i guess

one morning, when you were kissing him goodbye, you reached up to squish his cheek (it was almost against your will - you had always been tempted to pinch his soft cheeks). he paused, his breath quivering slightly in shock, his eyes glazing over. honestly it kind of scared you, but not nearly as much when a quick, cherry blush spread from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

it scared you even more when he turned to the door and wordlessly marched out, his head apparently still stuck in the clouds. it was totally unlike him, but that wasn't your primary focus; it was the fact that scaramouche - the sixth of the formidable fatui harbingers, a man whose words were so grating that many had labelled him as 'heartless' - had blushed. and he looked terribly cute while doing so.

new objective: get your boyfriend to blush even more!

first strategy: call him endearing pet names every waking minute for the next few weeks.

"honey bunny, pass me the salt please!"

"sweetheart, i'm going to bed now."

"have an excellent day at work, darling!"

"..."

to you, it always struck you as odd that he would never have anything to say to your advances, preferring to put all his energy into hiding his rosy cheeks.

to him, it never gets old, your loving albeit cringy pet names eliciting the same reaction over and over again. he would turn his face away from you, aware that the only function of your ruse is to drive a reaction out of him, but not before you could catch a glimpse of the bright red blush at the tips of his ears.

the tables would soon turn though 👀

one night, you were going to bed, but not before passing by his office to give him a good night kiss. your hand gently resting on his shoulder, you leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before uttering a low 'i love you'.

the pen in his hand paused, ink pooling onto the alabaster paper.

"kuni? are you okay?"

he looked up at you then. the look in his eyes rivalled the shining of the stars in the sky, his purple irises gleaming with indescribable emotion. it startled you a little, and you moved to pull away - but he was quicker on the draw.

he snatched your wrist between his nimble fingers, his cool breath ghosting over your skin, before pressing a quick peck to the inside of your wrist.

your mind went into overdrive, and you realized grimly that for the first time in months, your roles were reversed, and you're the one flustered by him.

it seemed that he had come to the same conclusion, because a gentle yet teasing half-smile formed on his face as he gazed up at you. his fingers brushed your hair away from your cheeks, and he said softly:

(you're cursing him in your mind btw, but for the life of you, your mouth just can't seem to work.)

"i love you too, sweet pea."

has he been plotting this move ever since you started teasing him months ago?

[what-is-scaramoche-doing]

Scaramouche trips on a crack in the ground

He grumbles while picking himself up. Next time he should just float.

[kaychowmein]

Scaramouche College Headcanons

I like to think that he's one of the kids who's parents won't let him get therapy so he choses to take Psychology in order to understand himself better

For the uninitiated, there's BS Psychology (which is more medical and technical iirc) and AB Psychology (which is more corporate centered). I believe that Scara would be a BS Psych student since he's more inclined to assess himself, to control his emotions, and other people, to understand others more.

That and his mom (Ei) would be the type to want him to be a doctor methinks

Needless to say that he's a schoolwork > socializing type of student and is very responsible

He assumed that college would be an every man for themselves situation, and was disappointed to find out that there were group works in college too.

He's not against socializing, he just doesnt see the point in doing anything other than his work. Hes not an outcast he's just doing his own thing

Got adopted by some outgoing ginger kid who he kind of thinks is annoying but can't seem to get rid of. Said ginger kid claimed that they were friends after doing on group project together and he never left Scara's life after that

His academic rival is this nerdy astrology girl who he shares a glare with every time he walks past by her in school. She's in his general (not major) courses and they usually compete to be the top of his class

Scara didnt really care about being the top of his class at first, but he did it to spite her and to please his mom

Ei gives him allowance to buy food near the campus since she doesnt have time to cook her kids (Raiden and Scara) packed lunch. Scara appreciates this, since he gets warm food and is able to save money for himself

Scara's trying to get a part time job but because of his schedule, he keeps wandering for one (ha ha)

That's all I got for now. I'd love to listen to other people's College!Scara headcanons too (I beg)

[welcometotheunknownlosers]

Headcanon that the reason why Scara counts his kid dying as a “betrayal” is because he saw himself in the kid so much he tried to be like how he wanted Ei to be like to him and when unfortunately he failed (due to whatever reasons why the kid died like was it murder or sickness dont matter) he blamed himself for not being good enough like he kinda “Killed himself” but places the blame on the kid because he doesnt stop to think that maybe thats a bad way to view the world

[sockendrache]

Genshin Imapct AU where everything is exactly the same, except Scaramouche has a scottish accent

Scara: Ye actually managed tae fin' this steid. Weel done.

Traveler: ....

Traveler: Paimon... you’re my guide. What is he saying...???

Paimon, frantically flipping through a pocket-sized version of the Teyvat Travel-guide: Uuh... Paimon has never heard of this accent....! Hey, Frisbee-hat, can you repeat that please?!

(I used an english-to-scottish slang translator for this, rip. i may kinda understand scottish slang but bloody hell, typing it out has my brain take on the form of scrambled eggs,,,)

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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[azullumi]

“his habits during it” ; genshin men

warning — nsfw content ahead but nothing that graphic or explicit (seriously i tried my best to not even mention the word sex and the genitals)

summary — there’s one thing he loves to do whenever the two of you get in bed together.

characters — diluc, kazuha, ayato, kaveh, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno, zhongli, and wanderer (w/gender-neutral reader) ; no specified anatomy nor even mentioned parts

tags — kind of fluff, nsfw, not proof-read (wrote this while i was irritated and needed something to pour my attention to) ; headcanons

words — 1265

note — hey siri, how do you say they’re fucking without saying they’re fucking

handholding

DILUC — (i have already said this before) diluc likes, no, he loves the intimacy the simple act of holding one’s hand has even when two of you are just walking together side by side or when his skin is pressed against yours, lips colliding against one another, and he’s whispering words of affection to your ears—a mere distraction and a sense of comfort, grounding you and keeping you with him. it’s just that effortless gesture of intertwining his hand with yours, locking fingers, as he indulges in the way you feel around him. he squeezes your hand in the middle of it all and oh, how he melts so much when you also squeeze his own in return. he could never tell you how much you make him so soft and weak with just the slightest hold.

eye contact

KAZUHA — “don’t look away now,” he coos at you, seeing how you shy yourself and avert your gaze away from him which he obviously didn’t like. he likes seeing you coming undone while you try to remain eye contact with him—it pleases him seeing your features contort into into what you are currently feeling—, likes teasing you every time you try to look away from him and hide your expression, likes saying such remarks that gets you embarrassed most times just so he could see and watch the change of your expressions every single time. he just loves looking at you, adoring you with his eyes, especially more so when you also do the same and keep contact, gaze nailed on each other.

praises and talking dirty

AYATO — he’s a talker, both outside the matters in the bedroom and inside the sheets, so it’s no wonder that he always shower you with praises in every chance that he gets even if you’re not in the right mind to respond or even comprehend what he’s saying. he conveys most of his affections through the words that falls out of his lips, finding it so easy to say such things and teasing you with it, he can’t help it, can he? how could he not when you look so pretty—not only outside the bedroom—or beautiful, or handsome, or lovely, or anything that he could think of right at that moment when he sees you naked? Even if he had held and seen you with nothing to cover your skin so many times, he still gets mesmerized by the sight of you like it was his first time.

playing with your hair

KAVEH — he plays with it, he tugs on it, pulls on it, and everything. and though it gives him some sense of control especially when he pulls on it, it also grounds him and helps him realize the affection and love being shared between you two in this intimate moment. sometimes he only dances his fingers on your head, treating you softly and tenderly with the delicate hold of his hand on your hair, which could often provide a huge contrast to what he’s actually doing, the rough treatment he’s giving you which makes you roll your eyes and see spots in your vision. “you look so pretty like this, my love,” he would say before tugging your hair back to take a good look at your face or to tilt your head in a way that gives him more access to your neck.

lots of kisses

TIGHNARI — gently laying you down the bed? kisses you while doing so. sliding your clothes off your body? presses his lips against yours before trailing down, tracing your jaw, his mouth making its way down your neck, and resting on your collarbone. asking you consent? he kisses you before he speaks. he presses gentle kisses of adoration all over you as he pushes himself into you, your bodies becoming one in the process, providing comfort and easing you as he could feel your nails digging deep into his skin and possibly, leaving marks and wounds but he didn’t mind. his fondness and desire murmuring into you, helping you breath and regain yourself. it was clear that his way of affection was simply just kissing you.

giving orders

CYNO — he doesn’t always take the dominant position but perhaps it was the sense of authority, the power whenever he does it. he has the habit of giving orders and commands whenever you two are spending a passionate moment and seeing you willing to follow him ignites something in him—however, if you disobey him, then that’s a different matter altogether (it’s not like he hates it however. deep in him, he likes it as it gives him the pass to do more things but with your consent, of course). you’re so vulnerable, so obedient to him and it fuels his excitement further when you follow what he says. it makes him wonder, a question pondering his head, how could he have someone like you, someone as lovely and sweet as you, so good to him?

restriction / holding your hands together

ZHONGLI — no, it is not the act of locking your fingers with his as he pushes himself into you just like diluc, this one is completely different. he has big hands, we all know that zhongli’s hands are big and one of it just enough to bind both of your wrists together—he is well-aware of that fact and abuses it. he likes seeing you struggle, tugging your hand against his but his hold wouldn’t budge, at all. although zhongli hasn't explicitly told or mentioned it, he absolutely loves the way you look so helpless and weak whenever he holds your hands together, whenever he restricts your movement. oftentimes, he would have a silk ribbon—it has to be a silk ribbon—tying you up just so he could rest his hands on your hips and hold you.

hands always touching and roaming around your body

ALHAITHAM — he just loves to feel you, in general. he loves the softness of your skin underneath the tip of his fingers as he glides his hand all across your body, the warmth of you seething into his touch and being buried in his bones, and he is obsessed on the way he could feel the sweet trembles of your body underneath his hand, could sense the small shiver when he finally touches you, and he adores it and he doesn’t hesitate in conveying his affections to you, often accompanying his caresses with his words of praises and compliments. perhaps it overwhelms you, not knowing where to focus yourself on, and he loves seeing you in such a state, pushing you more and more further to the edge with his hands and mouth alone.

biting and leaving marks

WANDERER — the line between pain and pleasure soon blurs into one as he bites into you while, and one could say it serves as a distraction but it isn’t, it’s not even close to being a distraction, it’s simply something that adds to the stimulation that you are feeling, overwhelming and effectively bringing you into some sort of space. he takes joy in the sounds that you make once he buries his neck on the curve of your neck, hard but not hard enough to draw blood; he takes pride in seeing the bruises and marks that he left on you, looking at you like you were a work of art carved and sculpted into something more than perfection with his own hands.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[genshindsau]

Summary: Scaramouche knew the rules and what happens when he breaks them and yet he continued to do so. The day went by without you punishing him and yet the following day from the moment he woke up until the moon shone, he was tormented and teased to the breaking point.

Content warning: dom!reader, sub!scaramouche, dom/sub universe, edging, vibrator is left inside of scaramouche, teasing, mentions of somno, aimed to be gender neutral reader, love sick reader, fem!reader, touching over clothes, anal, butt plug, teasing, use of commands, mentions of subspace, dub-con towards the end (scaramouche says no but there is a safeword in place), public play(?), mentions of nonsexual dom/sub, scaramouche passing out, male squirting/wetting, aftercare is implied but not described, mindbreak(?), begging, scara calls reader master

Scaramouche wanted to yell, wanted to scream, wanted to curse you out - also wanted to curse himself out. However, he refrained; knowing that everything that happened starting from the moment he woke up was his fault.

He was still hazy with sleep as you maneuvered him. Placed on his stomach, he yawned into the pillow which was quickly replaced with a moan. His hips arched up into the cool, wet fingers that were prodding around his rim.

"You didn't think I'd forget about your behavior yesterday?"

He smirked against the pillow. "Oh and here I thought you forgot." He was teasing and you knew not to take what he said to heart. You both agreed not to do anything last night due to general tiredness and a rough day. Yes, Scaramouche was expecting - and looking forward - to be punished last night but you took a step back, not feeling like you were in the right headspace to do anything like that. Thus you both pushed it back.

You tsked and two of your fingers pushed into him. He winced at the slight burn from the stretch but didn't try to move away. Your other hand rubbed the skin of his waist.

"hahh - y/n," the curl of your fingers left you brushing against the one spot that leaves him seeing stars. Perhaps it was the sleepiness that was still lingering but even the slightest graze of your fingers left him moaning out happily.

Instead of getting him off right there, you pulled back before inserting one more finger. You moved your fingers, opting to stretch him out.

"What're you doing," he slurred out, slightly annoyed that you were not letting him cum.

"Hm, you didn't think this was you're punishment did you?" You tsked, "No, sweet boy this is just your preparation."

"Preparation?"

You hummed happily. "Yup, for this." You eagerly picked up an object that left him blanching.

He squirmed in his spot next to you, trying not to gain the attention of your friends. He glared at you from the corner of his eye. The two of you both had the day off for the first time in almost two month and you took the opportunity to plan today to the tee. The first plan was meeting a few of your friends for breakfast.

The plug inside of him was bearable at first. Yes when he sat down he had to dig his nails into his palm due to the position pushing the plug inside of him even deeper but other than that he was able to manage and even have a conversation with ajax and aether.

"I thought most of them wouldn't have agre-eed," His voice raised in pitch as he felt a vibrating inside of him. It was on a low setting most likely but it was still a sudden change.

Ajax's eyebrows furrowed "you good?"

Scaramouche coughed, "yes, sorry. As I was saying…" He looked over at you who was in your own conversation with Lumine. He spotted the small smirk on your lips and forced his eyes away. He was not going to give you the satisfaction.

You were barely listening to Lumine. Instead, opting to gaze at scaramouche. You stuck your hand into your pocket and ran a finger over the screen of your phone. The sudden increase in vibration left Scaramouche breathless. Luckily he wasn't in the middle of talking so he could restrain the moan. You gaze flickered down to his lap which was now supporting a growing bulge.

"Oy, lover girl," Lumine snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"What's up?"

"Seriously, you get more love sick every day." She sounded annoyed, but the teasing tone was obvious.

"Why wouldn't I?" You wrapped your hand around Scaramouche waist, squeezing the skin before pulling him closer to you. "Just look at him." You nuzzled your cheek against him.

"What - what are you doing," Scaramouche flushed due to the attention. His hand came up to the side of your face trying to push you away. You took this chance to increase the vibrations even more. He stilled, his hips jerking slightly. "ahh - ahem," he cleared his throat.

You grabbed one of his legs and rested it over your own, pretending to just want to be closer to him. Your friends laughed at the scene, used to this behavior from you. However, this position forced his legs open a little more. Luckily you're friends were sitting across from you, rather than next to you. They couldn't see your hand creeping up the inside of his thigh.

Your other hand decreased the vibrations, not wanting him to get overstimulated so early in the day - not when you have so much planned. After getting him a few minutes to calm down, your hand moved from his thigh, closer to the bulge in his pants. He gasped out as your hand rested over it and gave him a squeeze, cutting the conversation off and drawing attention towards him.

"Sorry, sorry," you raised your hands up innocently. "Wasn't watching my hands."

Scaramouche looked ready to yell at you at the insinuation but laughter filled the table.

"Who knew little scaramouche was so sensitive." Ajax teased him, pinching is cheek from across the table not realizing how true his words were. Your group of friends have know each other for a long time, sex topics were bound to come up every now and then.

"I swear to god I will snap your fingers," Scaramouche gritted out, glaring daggers at Ajax.

"Don’t be so mean," you playfully chided him.

"Like he knows any other way to be." Lumine shrugged but there was a smile on her face.

"I know," Ajax perked up. "Why don’t you command him to be nice for a whole day. Or at least nice to me; after putting up with him so long I think I deserve it." 

You rolled your eyes at his comment. It wasn't a true suggestion, Ajax was just trying to get Scaramouche riled up. "Hah? I'll kill you." Scaramouche looked ready to jump across the table and strangle him.

Luckily the arguing was cut short as food was placed in front of the five of you. The others didn't blink an eye as you platted Scaramouches food and then your own. Once he swallowed a few bites, you took the chance to turn the vibrations on again. You put it on the smallest setting, not wanting him to get overwhelmed while he was eating. The only indication that he felt them was when he dug his nails into your thigh. The rest of breakfast went smoothly - asides from Scaramouche becoming increasingly quiet.

The two of you were the last to leave, you opted to remain behind and order a smoothie to go. When the two of you were alone, you moved your head to the crease of his neck. He huffed but didn't push you away. "How do you feel?" Looking up at him you had a cheeky smile on your face. He glared down at you, refusing to give you what you want.

"Feel fine, why wouldn't I?"

"Just checking." You didn't seem perturbed at all by his attitude.

Now that the two of you were alone and further in the corner of the restaurant, you openly pulled him further into you. You ran your hands up his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into his skin that was visible due to his shorts. The scratch marks left over were a welcome addition.

The soft kisses on his neck, left him squirming underneath the ticklish feeling. "Were alone now. Can you at least kiss me?" You opted out of giving him an actual command for the time being.

He angled his head to face you and put on a false smile. He leaned forward until his nose brushed against your own. Right before you leaned in to press your lips to his he pulled back, "Nope." He wore a genuine smile this time at the frown on your lips.

"You really want to do this?" You cooed out, putting forth false innocence. "I think you're forgetting just what position your in." You pulled your phone out of your pocket this time, letting him see the screen. He watched as your thumb ran over the screen and, in turn, as the vibrations increased in intensity. He flinched at the ministrations and bit down on his lip.

One of your hands reached around the pull at his lip, freeing it and running your finger over his lips. Refusing to be the only one affected, he brought his tongue out and discreetly licked at your thumb. You just smile and watched in amusement as he fell forward when your other hand grasped at his cock through his shorts. You couldn't really jerk him off but you rubbed your hand around. He rested his head on the table and you could see the deep breaths he took through the movement of his back.

"You may want to sit up. I see the server coming over."

The fear of being seen caused Scaramouche to lurch up. Part of him just thought you were faking but he did see the server coming over with your drinks. He dug his nails into his palm and situated himself, making sure that it appeared that nothing was amiss - that there was nothing currently buzzing inside of him.

After paying for the drinks, you stopped the vibrations and stood up. "C'mon, there's still more to do."

Scaramouche was sure you were torturing him. You knew what you were doing; dragging him around town, messing with the vibrations and 'innocently' feeling around his body. Now, in the dressing room, it was the first semblance of privacy he has gotten since the morning when you first inserted the vibrator.

"Try this on," you threw a set of clothes towards him. He ran his finger over the cloth and glared at you as he recognized the sheer silk.

"You're not leaving?" He watched as you sat down on a chair in a large dressing room.

"Nope." You made it a point to lean back and get comfortable.

He grumbled under his breath and turned away from you. He discarded his clothes until he was left only in his underwear. He tucked his finger in the waistband and hesitated for only a second before tugging them down, pretending not to pay you any attention.

You felt your own arousal stir in you as you gazed at the butt plug. If you looked close enough you could probably see it move due to his clenching. He really was cute, trying to act unfazed but his body was giving him away. "Ah - ah - ah," you chided him. "Turn around. I wanna see."

"You can see plenty, I'm already naked as is." He threw a look over his shoulder.

Your lips pursed. He failed to notice as one of your hands returned to your pocket.

His knees buckled as the vibrations started up once more and his hand fell to the mirror in front of him to hold himself up. He took a deep breath before standing up once more. He's felt on edge since lunch, the constant uncertainty of when you'll start the vibration. He knew you weren't going to let him cum and he refused to ask, his pride too large. 

"Having fun," he managed to get out behind clenched teeth.

"Quite. C'mon now I picked these clothes out personally."

He grabbed the clothes and stepped into them. He pulled it up his body and couldn't deny that he didn't like the feeling of the silk on his skin. However, one thing he failed to noticed until he put the clothes on was that it was crotchless.

He heard your footsteps but did not turn around. "Bend over."

"Why?"

"Jus' wanna get a better look." You shrugged and he wanted to strangle you. You seemed so cool and calm compared to him, whose body felt like it was burning with desire.

The look on his face must have been obvious but you beat him to the punch. "Bend over."

His body seized up as the command registered in his mind. His body acted without hesitation, bending over, his hands bracing themselves on the mirror. "Good boy," you praised him as your ran a hand down his arched spine. Your hands trailed down until it reached the plug inside of him.

As the vibrations dulled down, you lightly tugged the plug out until the thickest part of the plug was stretching at his rim.

"ngh," he brough one hand to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to suppress his sounds. You twisted it, watching with almost fascination as his skin twitched around it. You then look at the mirror and made eye contact with him. He tried to glare at you but with his red face and bitten lips it was hard to take him seriously.

You then looked further down and caught a glimpse at his cock which was leaking against the cloth on his stomach. There was enough wetness to know that he has been dirtying the cloth since he put it on. Instead of reaching around him, you pushed the plug back inside of him. He let out a sigh.

"Looked close enough yet perv." You just smiled at him before the vibrations increased to its highest level. You pushed the plug in as far as it would go and pushed his waist down to where the angle allowed the vibration to stimulate his prostate.

"Y/n, wa-wait, haah" His hips jerked back, his knees wobbled and he was about to fall if it wasn't for you wrapping an arm around his waist. "'m gonna.." he trailed off because right as he was about to warn you about his impending orgasm, you cut the vibrations off. He lurched in your gasp, crying out as the orgasm was cruelly snatched away. With red-rimmed eyes, "Wha-why?"

"You really didn't think I'd allow you to cum right, its barely been half of the day."

His façade broke at the thought of this going on for the rest of the day. He couldn't think anymore, everything felt all fuzzy.

You noticed the change in his eyes and cupped the side of his face and turned it towards you. "Take these clothes off. Since you've dirtied them, I'll buy them then after that we'll go home, alright love." You recognized the headspace he slipped in and while you weren't ending his punishments it would be best to continue it at home where the two of you were alone.

Luckily it didn't take long to get home. The only hard part was getting him to the car, having too support a good portion of his weight, and then getting him inside of the house but as soon as he was in your house, he collapsed on the couch.

"whew," you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead before looking at Scaramouche. He was flushed and breathing deeply. You noted how he shrugged out of his jacket and was left in only a thin white shirt and his shorts which were bulging against the front.

"I - I don’t know why your acting like you've done any hard work." His voice shook as he talked. He was slipping in and out of a vulnerable headspace but now that the two of you were in private he felt more comfortable.

"Ill have you know that carrying a person up three flights of stairs is hard work."

He rolled his eyes. You just smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face before pushing his hair back.

"You really are pretty, y'know that." It was an absentminded comment but it had a surprising affect on Scaramouche.

It is not like you've never complimented him before but perhaps it is because of his nerves working on overdrive that that comment not only caused him to blush but it also left a noticeable damp spot building on his pants.

"oh," you dropped your gaze to his pants and ran one finger over him. He gasped out and his hips jerked into the touch. "What's this. One compliment and all the bravo from earlier disappears."

"Shut up," there was no real bite in his tone. He shoved your hand away and crawled onto your lap. "Just stop with this, its been hours."

"has it -"

"- don’t play dumb." He cut you off and realized almost right away the mistake he made. Now that the two of you were home, you had free reign to do whatever you want.

Your hands moved to cup his bottom, pulling him forwards so that he grinded against you.

"nghh," his hand fell the sofa next to your head. You had played with the vibrations in the car - bring him right to the edge of an orgasm before turning it off. You managed to do that about five times before you two got home so the overstimulation was sinking in.

As he leaned back, it pushed the plug a little deeper into him. "fuck, y/n." He grinded his hips forward, brushing his bulge against your own stomach. He repeated this motion, desperately chasing the orgasm he has been deprived of all day.

"Stop." He didn't even register the command but his body completely stopped moving. A wet sound slipped past his lips as he shuddered in your grasp.

"That's enough," you reached for the remote on the table in front of you while keeping him in your lap. "How about a movie."

A small groan left him and to get out some of his frustration he dug his nails into the skin of your arms. He was waiting for you to wince or curse but you barely acknowledged him - you even went as far to pet his head, as if consoling a misbehaving puppy.

"fine, fine, whatever." He moved off of you, expecting you to pull him back into you but you let him move to the other side of the couch. He tucked his legs under his chin and made sure not to have any contact with you. However, he realized quite fast what a mistake that was. His body was alight with arousal and yet even as he subtly shifted, it didn't feel as good as when you touched him. Glancing over at you he let out a small curse, hear he was practically panting with arousal while you seemed perfectly content, barely even looking at him instead focusing on the film.

The film passed by and without realizing he had his feet in your lap. You ran a finger over the arch of his bare feet and watched as he struggled to ignore you.

With the credits rolling, you opted to grab his thigh and pull him towards you. You met him half way until you were leaning over him. Even with the defiance he was struggling to show, his eyes were glazed over and out of focus. You angled your thigh so that it was pressed right up against his crotch.

With the new pressure, he grinded his hips against your thigh. The stimulation overwhelmed him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you down into him trying to get some semblance of comfort. He kept pushing against you and as you pressed kisses to his neck, his head dropped back. The scrap of your teeth followed by the soothing feeling of your tongue left goosebumps forming.

You trailed the kisses down his neck, to his collarbone and down his shirt. He could feel the heat of your breath through his shirt and he couldn't stop the moans that left his lips especially when you sucked at his nipple through the shirt. "Don't cum." You murmured against him and as the command resonated through his body he stopped moving his hips.

"Thatss not fair." Tears welled up in his eyes but you ignored him and continued to move down his body. As your fingers moved under the band of his shorts, he lifted his hips out of instinct but was surprised when you actually pulled his shorts off - leaving his underwear one.

"Y/n," he wailed out, his upper body arching off of the bed. You licked at his cock over the cloth and nuzzled against him. The wetness that seeped through wasn't just from your tongue and saliva but his pre-cum. He was leaking so much that he should be embarrassed but all he wanted was for you to continue with your movements and finally allow him to cum.

When you pulled away, he couldn't help the wail that left him. "nonono I'm - sob - please no more. I'm…" he trailed off and yet as you allowed your hand to pass over his crotch he couldn't help the apologies that left his lips. "I'm sorry - alright - I'm sorry." Tears fell freely down his face, wetting his cheeks and making him look all the more enticing.

"I'm sure you are," you cooed leaning up to press kisses to his cheeks. "Just wait a little longer."  

His eyes widens and his mouth dropped open and you couldn't help but to press a kiss to his pouting lips. He shook his head and clung onto you. "I apologized okay," he couldn't hide how desperate he was. "I cant - I cant do this anymore." You gazed at him, waiting for him to say his safeword and yet he never did.

He dropped his gaze and took a shuddering breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and scrubbed his eyes with a fist trying to ease the burning of tears behind his eyelids. He felt you grasp his closed fist and bring it down from his face. His eyelids fluttered at the soft feeling of lips kissing them. His hand moved to clutch at the cloth of your pants, shakily clinging to it.

"j-just a little w-while longer," he repeated your words carefully back to you. It was a desperate plea that you would keep your words and that this torture would not last much longer.

"Yeah, sweet boy," you continued to press a flurry of kisses to his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead until pressing one final kiss to his lips. "Just a little longer. You can do that for me right?"

He nodded and sniffled. "Alright once you calm down we'll get something into your stomach." You shifted so that he could press his face into your shoulder. His legs went to rest across your lap, allowing him to all but burying himself into your side. The hand rubbing across his back left the residue tension seeping out of him. He barely reacted as your hand switched the vibrator on once more but it was on the lowest setting so even in his overly sensitive state it wasn't overwhelming - at least not yet.

His eyes fluttered close and his breath evened out the longer he sat with you on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep but the warmth of your body and the comfort of being back in your home left him feeling safe and, in turn, even with the subtle vibrations he sunk into a dazed headspace. He barely moved when you got up, opting to curl into the back of the couch behind him. He brough his knees up to wrap his arms around them which caused the vibrator to shift around inside of him.

Soft pants left his mouth, his tongue hanging out. His hips shifted, trying to grind against something but all he was doing was humping the air.

It was a sight that took your breath away and you couldn't help but to gaze at him from the doorway from the kitchen. He didn't even realize what he was doing. You debated about taking a picture but decided to forgo that thought.

"C'mere love," You held the water bottle to his lips with one hand while the other supported his head. "Need you to drink a little."

As you tipped the bottle, he managed to swallow some but the remained freely flowed down the side of his jaw. You wiped it away and whispered soft praises to him - even as he choked a little due to the buzzing inside of him.

His hands went to cling to your shirt before you could shift away to put the water down. "Don.." his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Trembling, he tried to climb onto your lap and luckily, you allowed him and even went as far as to help him. His head fell to the crease of your shoulder and neck. He was still rutting his hips but rather than actually trying to get pleasure, it seemed to be more of an unconscious act.

"Scaramouche, look at me." Your hands moved to cup the side of his cheeks as you lifted his head so that you could see him. "Oh - oh you really are gone aren't you?" You cooed at him as you took him in. His mouth was dropped open with saliva pooling and about the fall down the sides of his chin. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy as he tried to focus on you.

"please," he whimpered out words. Your thumb moved to rest on the top of his tongue, petting it. His tongue shifted underneath the weight of your tongue and he tried to lick at them. A gag tore through him as you pushed your fingers towards the back of his mouth. He convulsed in your grip as you put more pressure on the back of his tongue. He reflexively cough but you still didn't remove your fingers even as his hands clung onto your wrists.

"Breathe through it," You pushed a little of command into your words so that he would relax and listen to you. He took a deep breath though his nose which allowed him to stop gagging but he was still convulsing a little bit. "Good boy, listening so well." He whined through your fingers as he finally got some semblance of praise from you.

The top of his underwear were almost soaked through due to how long he has been leaking. The buzzing inside of him has dulled enough that he could barely feel it.

Looking at his desperate state you decided that he had had enough. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth and ignored as he cried out and tried to follow him.

"I need you to shift up a little." You grasped his hips and lifted him up a little. He was pliant in your hold. You managed to get enough room to shift his underwear down. He cock bobbed against his stomach and he shuddered as the air hit his wet cock. You allowed him to sit back down on your thighs and push him into your so that your fronts were pressed together.

One of your hands wrapped around to grasp at his bottom before tapping against the vibrator. You pushed it further into him and he lurched against you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulders and cling onto you. Your other hand slowly turned the vibrator off.

He wailed out as continue to probe the vibrator inside of him, moving it around as if searching for something. When you finally found it - "ah-ha, found it." As you pressed against the spongy spot inside of him he went through a full body convulsion. "please," he was loud enough to be yelling. "pleasepleaseplease, master, let me cum." Even with the abuse against his prostate he was trying so hard not to cum - wanting to behave and be good for you.

You hummed as if thinking deeply about it but before he could start begging again, the vibrations hit him full force. With the vibrator pressed right against his sensitive spot and the second you turned it on - he all but screamed as he release onto your shirt.

"master," his tongue fell out of his mouth. The orgasm the crashed through him was stronger than anything he had felt, his whole body felt like it was bursting with heat. Even after the first orgasm you didn't decrease the vibrations. Instead you left the vibrator inside of him and moved your hands to his waist. "master." It seemed to be the only thing his pleasure-filled mind could say. You forced him to grind against you, his weeping cock brushing against your clothing.

The overstimulation hit him immediately. The first orgasm felt like it was enough to knock him out and now with his softening cock being forced to grind against you and the buzzing still pressing against his insides, he was shaking so badly against you. Without thinking, he tried to pull away from you but you just wrapped your arms around him, stilling his movements. "I cant - I cant - I cant - no - not again - please," he was barley making any sense as he cried out a bunch of different words.

The second orgasm as it was building scaramouche knew it was going to be intense. "Master. Feels…feels funny," he slurred out his words. As the orgasm crashed through him, he wetted your shirt and a some of your neck. He was too out of it to realize that it wasn't just cum that he dirtied you with and not a few seconds after the orgasm the world fell black around him.

Feeling him slouch against you, you turned the vibrations off. Even in his sleep he was twitching and shaking against you. As carefully as you could, you grabbed the end of the vibrator and took it out of him. Luckily it slid right out with a few wet sounds and you were happy the scaramouche was out so that he couldn't hear it and become embarrassed like he usually would. You tossed it to the side of you and grabbed a blanket to wrap around scaramouche's shoulders. He nuzzled against you even closer and you decided that for right now you would ignore the wetness coating your front.

[qa-senpai]

[You comfort Scaramouche] 🫶🏻

Warnings: Mention of toxic behavior, stressful day, self loath, comfort, Fluff.

Character: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi-(soft¡Dom) x Reader(Y/N)

Note: I'm still learning to write better, so I'm very sorry if this isn't in character or maybe not as you hoped for.

"what the hell are you sayin-" his expression change completely after seeing you like this. moments ago who had been grinning with ego, now only pitiful spreads around his face. He hate to see you like this but he can't seem to find a word to express how he's feeling.

"I'M DONE! I'm so sick and tired! Trying to put everything on the line and always try to be perfect around other people! Especially you!" You snapped at him, leaving him speechless.

"I tried so hard and yet here you're always keeping your ego above your feelings! What about me? Don't you think you're being too cruel...?" Tears began to fall down on your face. Your tone become more and more low, it sounded more like a whimper. Trying to not make a sound but you just can't. You had enough with his shit, always blaming you, always want you to behave like a good doll and never break any of his rules while he just didn't even get to manage his schedule for you and leave you all alone in the house for almost a week without any news about him. You were planning on going to the fatui to see him, telling him how much you missed him and needed his affection but this? This is all you get from him. "Like I told you I came here because I missed you!... You never even!-" before you could finish your sentence he started to move forward towards your direction, "Y/N i-im...sorry i-"

Your eyes widen and quickly began to shield yourself from him by covering yourself with your hand. "G-get away from me! Don't come anymore close!" He stopped his movements, seeing you trembling and the thought of you hate him from now on, made his heart shattered to pieces. Did he really break you till you acted this way to him? Did he really been treating you badly all this time, thinking he hasn't done anything wrong but now...

You had enough as you wiped the tears from your eyes and glared at him with disappointment. You plan on leaving as you made your way through the door. "Seems like a scum like me must be getting in a way of your work. then I shall leave before I waste anymore of your time." As you were about to leave you heard shouts and fear in his voice. He soon grab your clothes and now is kneeling infront of you with tears and terror in his eyes. "P-Please! I-im sorry! P-Please I'm begging you! I know, I'm nowhere in the position of hoping for you to forgive me after the way I treated you. I always thought of keeping you on my sight, keeping my distance was the right thing to keep you protected but now I see I was wrong. So please...!...hic...P-p...p-please... don't leave me...!" His voice was rusty. The state of him remind you of how Kunikuzushi, his old self. Surely he did hurt you but you can't be mad at him too long. You began to soften and kneel down infront of him as you hugged him. " Shh, there, there. I won't go anywhere. So please stop crying."

His hands were shaking against you, his breathing was heavy. Tears keeping falling down. "do you hate me...?"

"what? No! Kuni... Listen... I may sometimes can be mad at you but I could never hate you. I love you to much but please... Next time don't let your ego get the way of your feelings for you, even for me." He only nod and began to rest his head against your chest, eyes closed. You soon felt his body was getting warmer, you began to put your hand on his forehead and that's when you know he had a fever. Your eyes widen. 'Shit! No wonder he..'

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Soon he began to open his eyes as he found himself resting on a bed. He quickly sit up as he look around.

"c-calm down, we're in our bedroom. I carried you here while you were unconscious."

He look at you finding you just got here while you were holding a soup in your hands.

"I..! Ugh... I'm sorry I caused you trouble and now this... "

"hey! don't say that. We look at each other so please don't sweat it!" You smiled sweetly to him began to move the spoon forward to his lips.

"want me to feed you?" His face was red by your words, he look away and took the spoon from your hand.

"I can eat by myself." (//////)

You roll your eyes and give him the soup bowl. "Same old scara." He glare at you and just continue eating.

"so Kuni, I want to ask you a question. Were you hiding your fever from me?"

"hah?"

"is that the reason why you didn't give me any news this week and forbidden me to see you?" Your face went dark as he sweat. He ignore your question, pretend he didn't hear anything from you as you cross your arms. "As expected. You always wanted to look tough even at your limits. I wish you could just be honest with me. If you just tell me, I wouldn't judge you as others Kuni."

"..."

[melshome]

hii~ congrats on 89 followers ^-^ 💓 I REALLY LOVE UR WRITING i can't wait for your account to grow even more

can i request scenario where reader feels like they are not good enough for scara so they TRY breaking up or smth basically angst with a good ending 🗿

helllooo!! thank you so much 😭💗 im so happy and glad to have support from you 💗💗 i tried my best as im.. well.. not that good with angst.. but since its for you, a follower, i tried my very best !! ⚈ ̫ ⚈ i hope you guy's weeks go well ❤❤

[also very sorry this is a late upload.. i was hoping to upload it yesterday but i was busy (┬┬﹏┬┬)]

cw fluff, angst character scaramouche

even though scaramouche may seem to be a rude, ignorant person, he's actually very kind and considerate to you, his girlfriend.

you dont ask for it, but he helps you when he can

he checks up on you when you're just a bit too quiet

scaramouche.. just cares about you, so much, it makes you feel so special

but you feel as though.. you're not.. good enough to be his girlfriend..?

the thing you've done for him are.. well..

making his lunch for work, baking things for & with him.. and some other things couples usually do

but you just feel like.. its not enough, compared to the things he does for you.

he does so much more meaningful things

maybe.. we should break up?

scaramouche comes back home to find the house quiet

usually he finds you baking up something or watching some sort of drama on tv

he drops his shoulder laptop bag onto the ground, and rushes through the house, searching for you

"[your name]?!"

he goes into the bedroom, and finds it in a mess

clothes and things everywhere, with a half open suitcase and the closet half open

"you stupid little idiot.."

scaramouche rushes out of the apartment, calling the place, where he immediately knew where you went to.

he grumbles, before banging on the door.

"childe, let me in right now."

the door opens and stands there is childe with a hoodie and sweatpants on

"do you need anything, ScArAmOucHiE?"

childe pinches scaramouche's cheek, before scara pushes childe's arm away and storms into the house

he walks up to childe's bedroom, and sighs.

"[your name]. can you please let me in?"

no reply. you didn't want to reply. you were too scared of what scaramouche was going to say to you when you open it.

"at least.. please tell me what i did wrong.. and i'll fix my mistake."

he sounded so.. desperate to see you. he really.. sounded sincere when he said he'll fix his mistake.

"you didn't do anything wrong," you say, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

"then what's wrong? we can fix it together,"

scaramouche places his hand on the handle when you didnt reply for a few minutes

he slowly walks in to find you standing up, about to open the door

you freeze, embarrassed

"[your name]. just remember that i'll..."

scaramouche looks to the side, wondering how to word it.

should i say.. 'i'll love you whatever you do' or..

you run up to him and hug him as you start crying again

"i dont know.. i just feel like.." you start, before scaramouche gently puts his arms around you

"w-well..cry for.. as long as you want to.. i'll be here.. waiting until you're ready to head back home.."

EXTRA

the both of you went back home, after drinking some tea childe offered

you said yes, and of course, then had scaramouche said yes

on the drive back home, with all the windows open, you explained to scaramouche why you were crying. why you ran to childe's house

all scaramouche did was listen, he didnt speak at all, not even when you both came back home.

you showered first, then scaramouche.

once in bed, scaramouche pulled you towards him.

"dont think those stuff [your name]. if i didnt want to be with you, i wouldnt be with you in the first place."

you rolled around to face him, before snuggling into his chest, falling asleep.

[evelxtus]

Heyyyy can i request platonic venti and scaramouche with a best friend reader who's constantly sleep deprived and them taking care of reader? good day/night!

℘ . . . reader who's sleep deprived. ⚘ // hc’s.

featuring · venti, scaramouche & gn!reader.

note · hope you like it! our boys would care a lot, we can all agree on that. 💕 please, like and reblog if you like! thank you!

Venti. ⚘

Venti is every day asking you how you slept. Each. single. day. When it comes to this topic, the archon becomes such a serious person it's even scary. That same seriousness that makes you think “it's true, I forgot he's not a simple bard who loves alcohol. He is also a god.”

Looks for any reason that could cause you stress or discomfort, and try to eliminate it as soon as possible, seeing if that way your sleep schedule can normalize a bit. And if it doesn't work... it will be a matter of time. He always finds a way to help you, and this will be no exception.

If nothing works and one day you find yourself wandering around not knowing what else to do, he will come looking for you. No matter how late it is, you will find him awake, as if he is waiting for you.

“Do you want to go for a drink?... Don't worry, I was kidding. Shall we go and take a walk, then? The sky is clear, and the stars look especially bright today. Perhaps being in contact with nature will help you stay in peace. You can sleep if you want. I will stand guard and protect you.”

Scaramouche. ⚘

Scara probably doesn't seem to give much thought to this problem. Of course, the reality is just the opposite. He actually cares a lot about it, and it's quite noticeable because of some... nice words he dedicates to you.

“What the hell is that look on your face? Don't come near me while I'm working, you distract me.”

He knows exactly what's happening to you. And he's not going to sit idly by, not if you're the one affected, even taking desperate measures if necessary.

“Get your room ready, Y/N. And take two mattresses. Today when I finish my work I am heading to your house.”

Exactly. He is about to try to establish a sleep routine with you, one that can help you. He even brought a notebook with him to record the times you "bother him" during the night. Also to write down some statistics of what may be affecting you, noting the intensity of light, temperature, quality of the home environment, etc. Scara's quite detailed about it.

So, yep. He can act like a gremlin by day, and be your guardian angel by night.

© evelxtus.

[allfearstofallto]

Also wanting to write a yandere historical au!! Like so bad!! Like imagine...

[Part 2] [Part 3]

Spoiled Prince! Scaramouche who gets whatever he desires as the next in line for the throne. He needlessly torments you, his favorite maid to pick with. He knows that you can't run away, not while you're so poor and desperate. You're at his mercy, his every beck and call until you decide that you'd rather live on the rat infested streets than in his palace any longer. But you quickly begin to notice that the streets are littered with more than rodents, when you are made aware that Scaramouche has sicked the palace guards on you. Dragged back to the mansion, where he waits for you with a scowl. How dare you think you can run away from him?

Hero of the Nation, Knight! Childe who was already popular with the ladies for his good looks long before he slayed the dragon tormenting the kingdom, but now he was bombarded with admiration. Yet he still chases you, the baroness with what you and others assume is nothing special to your family's name. You ignore his constant bombardments of gifts and love letters thinking them to be jokes at your expense. Why would he want you, when the princess, the jewel of the city, has asked for his hand three times over? He practically goes mad with rage when he finds out you're arranged to be married to someone else. You accept being betrothed to another, yet you won't take him?

Arranged Husband! Diluc who you're weary of. Your father assured you that he was the most suitable marriage candidate for your family that was running low on funds, and he always seemed disinterested, almost scared of you. You're wed to him a mere three months after meeting him and with only two letters exchanged between the two of you. Moved into an unfamiliar palace, you try to wander the halls as normal, while avoiding your also unwilling husband. Until you stumble upon a room with a door slightly ajar. Your husband stands in it, surrounded by portraits of you on the wall that you never posed for, underwear and garments that had gone missing, and your bed linens from the night before. It begs the question, who did you marry?

I'm so sorry...I've been reading A LOT of reincarnated as a villainess manwhas...