#scaramouche x deaf!reader

[tsukimara]

A Silent Voice but it's Deaf![Name] and Scaramouche?

Imagine Scaramouche bullying them and constantly destroying/throwing away their hearing aids until one day it all dawns on him when it was too late. And after a few years they meet again and Scaramouche tries to fix his mistakes.

[allfearstofallto]

Prying Eyes

Yandere Scaramouche x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Such things as privacy don't exist when you're married to Scaramouche

TW: yandere, obsessive themes, violence, oral (m. receiving), non-con, very harsh words (just Scara talking)

You always appreciated the fact that Scaramouche let you have a separate bedroom. When you asked for it, head bowed and hands trembling in fear of how he'd respond, you remember thinking that he'd punish you for not wanting to be in his presence every hour of the day.

But much to your surprise, he merely thought on it for a second, then nodded, “Yes, that would be fine.”

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers. You wholly went into this expecting him to say no, and you thought he was going to. There was no harm in asking, you told yourself, but there was harm. Scaramouche had the most ruthless punishments for you, his “doting wife,” and you were subjecting yourself to the idea of one, just for the opportunity, the opportunity that you actually got.

“Are-are you sure, my lord?” You stuttered, you weren't sure if he'd heard you correctly and your mouth went dry knowing that he could take this back away from you thinking it as a misunderstanding.

“Must you constantly ask questions?” He sighed in annoyance, “I agreed upon it so it will be done. Go and bring me a maid.”

You turned on your heels quickly while also trying not to seem to excited. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, you were sure it would lurch out of your throat.

Your hand was nearly on the sliding door when he spoke again, “Wait,” he ordered. And you did. Still as a board and stuck in place. His word was law. He said jumpand you'd ask how high. He said wait and you didn't dare ask how long. If you were waiting for him, you were expected to be enthusiastic about it.

You looked back to face his, his expression still as unreadable as usual, “Yes, my lord?”

“You've forgotten something,” his finger was gently patting his delicate cheek.

A kiss was pressed against his face, something he seemed to enjoy from you. But there was a little more emotion pit into it this time, a bit of a more expressive kiss on his cheek, showing how happy this made you. And the slight blush on his face told you that he was happy too.

Your room was at the very end of the hall. It wasn't your room just yet. There were no empty spaces in the balladeer's home, a former supply closet was to be cleaned out for you. But anything was better than nothing.

Of course, nothing was without it's rules and Scaramouche had a few. If he requested you spend the night in his bed, you would, no ifs ands or buts. Your room was also to stay open to him, if he wanted entry, he'd have it, no matter the time of day. And lastly, he didn't want you to spend all day in your room. You were still expected to come out and wander the house, and most specifically, greet him throughout the day.

All of those rules sounded like nothing to you, easy feats considering how strict Scara typically was with you.

“I'm doing this for you because I want to trust you. Do you understand?” he said the day your room was completed. His words fell on deaf ears as you looked over the area in awe. Scaramouche spared no expenses when it came to you and it showed in the expensive, handcrafted furniture that was given to you as well.

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance at your lack of a response and to get your attention back, he grabbed you by the cheeks and made you look at him, “Just as easily as this was given to you, it can be taken away. This is a privilege, not a right,”

“Yes, my lord, I apologize,”

Your answer was enough to suffice and he released you, but not without swiping a finger across your lips first, a sign that he was going to want more than a kiss on the cheek later.

Much to your surprise, he left you to your own vices. Saying he'd see you at dinner and to enjoy your room. Those words were by far the best thing he could ever say to you, that and “I'm sorry for thinking that I was in love with you, you're free to go.” But that would never happen.

You sat at the desk you were gifted, the chair was possibly the most comfy place you'd sat your butt. Thick and soft enough to sleep in if you truly wanted to. And you did want to. You wanted to do whatever you wanted to, because he wasn't there to stop you.

Your journal was pulled from where you'd hidden it on your body. For the longest time, your journal was your solace. It was a little booklet that you'd found in Scaramouche's office and it was where you stored your thoughts, your escape plans, where you screamed into the void and didn't let the void scream back. It was your only comfort.

The book was flipped open and placed on the desk and you began to write in it. All your thoughts, all your feelings, everything was in this book. You were never truly one for writing before you got in this situation, but after, words were all you had.

There was a gentle knock at your door. The fact that someone was knocking at all told you that it wasn't Scaramouche. Your book was placed into a drawer, the first place you could think to hide it, and you told the person to come in.

“Good evening, my lady,” a maid bowed to you. All the maids in the manor looked the same. That's because that's what Scara wanted. They had the same haircut and they wore the same clothes and shoes. When they moved around, they kept their heads lowered to obscure their faces and they all spoke in a whispery tone, it was like he'd managed to hire the exact same woman thirty times.

“Good evening,” you replied back. You didn't bow to her in return. No matter how much your husband berated and scolded you, he insisted that you were better than the employees, and that you were not to lower your head to them.

“The Lord requests your presence in the dining room,” she said in a hushed tone, “He would like to eat dinner now.”

You looked out the window, by the way the sun hung in the sky, it didn't even seem close to dinner time, “Now?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The Lord will be leaving for a trip before nightfall, he wants to partake in his dinner early and he wants you there with him,”

Of course his selfishness would force you to have to eat your dinner early as well. But you didn't complain, it was not like there was anything the maid could do anyways. You stepped up from your chair and walked past her. In your disappointment and anger at having to leave your little safe space, you didn't notice that she'd lingered behind.

Scaramouche left that night after dinner, another one of those many trips he took that you weren't allowed to join him on. Fifteen nights of peace, as you called it, fifteen nights of your own thoughts and feelings.

But all good things had to come to an end, and he returned home on the sixteenth day, bearing his usual gift of a flower from whatever nation he visited and a new tea for you to drink.

“Did you miss me?” He asked with an arm around your waist and you resisted the urge to gag in his face.

“Always, my lord,” was your answer instead.

You watched as he walked up the stairs and to his office, then you went back to your own room. The whole time you were gone, that's where you tried to stay as much as possible. Between your mandatory lessons that Scaramouche made you take in etiquette and skills, there was time to sit and enjoy the peace of your room. To bask in a sunlight that felt like your own, to write in your journal without the fear of him peeking over your shoulder.

Another knock at your door and a maid stepped into your room, “Good evening, my lady. The Lord requests that you bed with him tonight.”

You sighed. That was all you could do. Just sigh and take it. In order to keep the “luxury” of your own bedroom, you had to do what he ordered. And what he ordered was his night of bedding together.

If it wasn't for his piss poor personality, stalkerish tendencies, and jealousy to the point of obsession, the indigo haired man would actually be rather attractive. That's what you thought as you stepped into his bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, his kimono open, and his eyes on you hungrily. Skin like porcelain and sharp eyes that practically shone in moonlight.

“Come. Sit with me,” he patted the bed beside him. Your steps were with purpose, head held high while you made your way across the room. You sat next to him as he ordered, then wrapped your arms around his thin waist and rested your head on his lap, facing away from him. He didn't ask for that, but he always loved when you went above and beyond for him.

“That room of yours must be rather pleasant, you've been agreeable lately,” he spoke while patting your head.

“I enjoy it, my lord,”

He merely hummed and continued to pat you. Against your cheek, you could feel him hardening in his pants, the last sign you needed that this would not turn into a night of just sleeping until sunrise.

“Am I…satisfying you tonight, my lord,” you asked quietly and hoped that the answer would be no.

“You wish to taste the cum that makes you wish that you could slice your own tongue off?”

His words were spoken so casually, so calm and collected, that you almost didn't register what he'd said. But sure enough, he'd said it. Said a sentence that sounded familiar to you. Said something that you'd written.

“i-i apologize, my lord, but I believe I misheard you?” You began to raise your head from his lap, but his hand on the back of your head changed from loving pets to firmly gripping your hair, and your face was pushed back down.

“Misheard? No. I think I read every word correctly,” you opened your mouth to speak, but he continued talking, “Sex with me makes you disgusted, you couldn't get aroused if you tried.”

Every word made his grip on your hair get tighter and tighter, until it felt like he was going to rip your scalp from your skulls. Tears welled in your eyes. From the pain, from the fear, from the shock. He truly knew everything you'd written, even if he wasn't around.

“W-wait! Please! My lord!” You sobbed, but he didn't falter. Tears soaked the fabric of his hakama, yet his erection was still hard and twitching, your face being pushed even closer to it.

He continued to speak as he opened his pants, freeing his cock and rubbing it against your trembling lips, “But your disgust with me isn't all that's there, is it?” You whimpered as the salty precum forced its way into your mouth, mixing with your tears until you couldn't tell the taste of the two apart anymore, “Answer me!”

“N-no-” there wasn't even an opportunity to finish what you were saying, the second your mouth was open for more than crying, he forced his way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat immediately.

“You were going to leave me weren't you. You were going to try to,” he spoke between pants as he fucked your mouth, still gripping your hair so tightly it was giving you a headache, “I'll give you credit, some of those ideas were thought on for a long time. Seducing a guard? My, aren't you a minx?”

You gagged and choked on his dick, sobbing between every thrust, but trying not to black out at the same time. Every time he fucked into the back of your throat, you saw stars behind your eyes, all you could do was breathlessly beg around his cock for him to stop, to forgive you.

Your head was held down, keeping his length all the way down your throat. The way you sputtered didn't deter him, his grip didn't loosen, even when you hit and scratched his thighs.

A tear was wiped from your eyes. A gesture that would've been considered tender, but his other actions made it seem meaningless, “You really are a stupid little thing,” he degraded you in such a sweet, but vicious tone. With your head still pressed flush against his lap, he started a slower pace of thrusting his hips up into your mouth, “You truly think that you can get away from me? That you can pretend to hate me? I'm merciful to only you, yet you don't appreciate it.”

His cock twitched inside your mouth a few times, followed by a loud groan from him. He threw his head back, gasping as his body twitched through an orgasm. His cum shot out of his cock too quickly for you to even attempt to swallow it down and there was so much, it spilled from your lips.

You could only imagine what you looked like when your head was pulled from his cock, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You were panting and sobbing, still trying to beg for his forgiveness.

“Your room will be locked and your little diary destroyed,” he used his still firm grip on your head to make you look at you, “You'll burn the book yourself and I want you to be the one to lock the door, it's only fair.”

Through little hics and sobs, you could only ask one question, “H-how…?” How did he know? How did he find out?

“I'll have eyes on you, always on you, for as long as you live,”

[luvkuvi]

21 – change of mind !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

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

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The curtain closes and Scara doesn't waste a second running off the stage. Venti's and the other members' shouts fell on deaf ears as he headed backstage ready to somehow find you in the sea of fans.

Honestly, he wanted to cry as soon as you two locked eyes. you looked as beautiful as ever, sure 2 years seems short in hindsight but when Scaramouche noticed the little things that have changed about you — 2 years felt like a long time, a long time without you. 

Hurriedly running to get to you he was stopped in his tracks by his manager which(for clearly obvious reasons) made him pissed. "Just where do you think you're going ?" she raised an eyebrow blocking the only exit. He huffed looking at how close the door was that would lead to the crowd outside. "Going to see someone." 

His manager sighed knowing Scaramouche is stubborn and no matter how much you try to convince him he will do what he wants. "Listen, this will take 5 minutes max." She pointed to the table on the side filled with gifts.

Scaramouche groaned looking at the pile knowing it was going to be some thank you message of sorts. "Just pick one and we can be done." She pinched her nose taking a deep breath, she swears if scara looked a bit uglier she would have kicked him off 5wirl a long time ago.

"Since you are in a hurry you can just pick a gift and follow me and do a solo interview instead of waiting for the others." Scaramouche, despite just heading to the door to leave this alone, picked up a gift. 

"Scara the interviewers are here let's go if you're in a rush" She called out. He followed her holding a completely different gift.

A pink box filled with heart donuts, an average fan gift. Scaramouche wouldn't pay much attention to it but the moment he saw the handwriting and note attached to it he took everything in his body not to throw it on the ground and stomp on it. It read "i told you id come heizou!" – y/n

"I'm not in a rush anymore…ill wait for the guys" 

notes: FINALLY HAD MOTIVATION TO DO THIS YAHAHSHSJKA anyways enjoy the meal idk if the ending counts as a cliffhanger but oh well

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[aqwnstars]

Give me siren scara or bratty mermaid scara hc pls. I'm begging you. I'm on the floor. I'm bashing my head on the wall.

HEY POOKIE<33 TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!

- A.N- I haven't been writing lately because my schools getting harder and I recently got an F in an exam so i have to study so the alpha scara isn't coming out soon so sorry my lovelies :(( I try to do my requests first, and then any other fanfic i started doing, but since fanfics take me a week or so to write, this one.... will be written in a headcanon format.. I'm not that experienced with writing a hc format so any criticism is appreciated, in a later time i might make a whole fanfic<33 (FUUCKKCKKKS I FORGOT TO WRITE HIM AS A BRAT ONEOMFMKOAKXKSK)

uhhmmmm i keep noticing i always write scara pining over reader which im not sure if its TOTTALLLYY in character, but writing him pinininy is cute so stfu🙏🙏🙏

Siren Scaramouche x partially deaf gn reader

Word count: 686 (short one..)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!!

Pronouns: You/Yours, reader can be any gender (meant to be gender neutral!!)

Loving waves

Siren! Scaramouche who was known in the underwater world as the most majestic siren out of all.

His voice was such a lulling song so much so that anyone who gave him their listening ear couldn't help but be entranced.

And how shocked he was when he met a person he couldn't lure in.

He began to only think about them, at first planning on how to kill them because he wouldn't let someone he choose to lure in and kill survive, due to his ego, but that began to turn into a genuine interest a few weeks later.

Without thinking about it, Scaramouche had spent hours just staring at you, he wouldn't say it's admiring of course.

It has become a routine at this point, you'd go work outside, maybe take a walk and he'd just stare at you, gazing longingly at your features from afar.

The way you two met would be as if it was straight out of a fairy tale, he'd get caught up in a fishing web, and you'd be his knight in shining armor!!

Him, being a siren, is seen as a terrifying being, a coldblooded murderer, but to you he was such a majestic being, if you were more naive you'd think he was a God (in which case, he wouldn't complain!!)

Everyday since you had saved him, you started to visit him. You brought little trinkets from your home, and he brought you a few shells. (sometimes that is, if you're lucky!!) Might I add, the shells he gifted you were like no other. They range in colors and shapes, not even the most avid collecters saw the shells he had given you.

He enjoyed spending time with you, more than he thought he would. He has gotten used to being alone, so a daily presence in his life was something unusual.

He'd let you touch his tail, his face turning pink as you compliment him. Your fingers on his tail, lightly caressing his scales. He couldn't help but look away as you admired him. If anyone else had requested to touch his tail, he'd plan a new song just for them, ...let's ignore the fact he offered to let you touch his tail, that's an unimportant detail.

One of the things he loved, ahem... liked most about you is the gentleness your eyes hold. He has gotten so used to the trashing waves of hatred in the mankinds eyes, but to see one's with calming flowing water? He could and would get lost in that body of water, no hesitation, of course he wouldn't tell you that though!

He wanted to listeh to you all day, anyone who said his voice was enchanting has never heard yours. Although you sometimes slur your words, stutter and at times get too loud, he loves that about you.

At times he wished you were a siren too, how beautiful would you look under the waters light he wonders. How would your tail sway in the oceans, rivers and seas?

One time, you asked him whether or not he can sing without indangering someone, he had never thought about that. Well of course he's not gonna risk losing his only love to find out, but that's a story for another day.

A few things I can definitely see him doing is;

Giving you his scales! He could tell how you always admired his tail, your eyes glowing at how his tail would practically shine under the Suns light. One night, he'd pluck a scale out, later in the say give it to you, saying: "It had accidentally fallen out, here. Don't think for a second I pulled it out for you." All while looking away, trying to look as non-chalant as possible while.. panicking inside over your reaction.

This might seem cruel, but he'd sing to insects, without the intention of killing them, to see if he can sing to you without putting you in danger.

He'd look around the seas floor for hours to find a shell that you'd like!! (.. you like everything he gives you so that's... pointless..)

AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE ON SIREN SCARA!!! :DD I HOPE I SATISFIED YOUR REQUEST POOKIE!!! (hope i did the hc format right..............

[anantaru]

𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ sucking on your boobies feat. xiao : ayato : itto : scaramouche : diluc : heizou x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : sprinkle degradation (scaramouche)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

every movement of his tongue will make your clit throb against his thigh, that was sinfully placed right in between your legs. Xiao will suckle on your tits like a little baby boyc nuckling on your nipples as if it‘s his last meal. It kinda hurts though :( you‘re so sensitive, not to mention that xiao is grazing against them with his teeth, searching for the most comfortable spot to suck on them harshly and bring you to an amazing orgasm.

Prods out his tongue so he can circle around your perky buds, knows how much you adore it whenever he does those moves. At this point you’re rutting your cunt against his thigh, mind threatening to turn blank and your expression almost silly if anything. Xiao‘s certainly not someone who wants to show you that he‘s good in pleasuring, —but if he really manages to make you cum from simply licking your nipples like that— he‘s going to have a small but steady burst of confidence, ego rising, going back to smush his head right against the bundles of flesh, you can tell you‘re in it for a wild ride. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

he‘s leaning down to suck on your perked up nipple, swirling his tongue around the base of the mounds of flesh and hollowing his cheeks as he pulls his head back again, resulting in you moaning out loudly which only fell deaf against ayato‘s ears. He didn't really care, he just wanted to suckle on that one thing that made him so fucking addicted. Is so messy too with it, will spit on your tits to have them nicely wet, a bulb of saliva connecting his mouth with your nipple. He‘s doing it again, sucking the little bud until it was throbbing, your back arching against his chest and feeling his warmth.

"fuck," you're whining desperately at this point, out of a feeling of duty to resist. He's turning rougher with you now, at the tip of your nipple he gave a sharp tinge of pleasure that ripped a harsh moan from the top of your throat again. You were sure he used his teeth, adoring the sounds that left past your mouth as ayato caught himself humping his cock into the mattress, staining his boxers fucking sinfully in the process. He‘s absolutely ravaging your tits, imagining how they‘d cutely bounce once he‘s fucking you dumb.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

wants you to scream his name, would never stop if you aren't chanting it around the whole room only for his ears to witness and relish in. Scaramouche adored seeing you struggle, it's his favorite thing, but the way he was nuzzling his face in between your breasts right now was probably his second favorite thing to do. They‘re so soft and bouncy! doesn‘t care about the size of them, —small or big—, just adores how they feel whenever he‘s grabbing the soft flesh which was radiating a warmth he couldn‘t quite place.

angelic noises escaping past your throat made him hollow this cheeks even more, twirling his rough tongue over your already abused nipples so fucking erotically. "you're pathetic." he’s hissing at you through gritted teeth, kissing the top of your tit in an almost lovably way while continuing to hold your gaze. He’d drop the eye contact, leaning in to blow cooling air over your abused little nipple, in a way it was as if he‘s punishing you for something. But actually he just loved your expression so much, wouldn't tell you though.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto's hands are so fucking big :( he's so fond of kneading your breasts and feeling your warmth around his fingers, grazing teasingly over your nipple with his digits to make you squirm in pleasure. "Fuck." you're growling out, grabbing his wrist with your hand to halter his movements but to no avail because itto already put your mounds of flesh in his warm mouth, but not before letting go off a bundle of saliva from right past his lips, needs to make your tits messy for him first. <3

"isn't that so much fun?" he's smirking against your breasts, looking straight into your eyes with that teasing grin of his, slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth to coat them in his spit, needs to use them too if he wants to get you to orgasm from some mere tit play. Now he wants to know it, suckling on your left boob while the other one was getting twirled in between his thumb and pointer finger, and who knows, maybe you will cum from some tit play.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

he's squeezing the hills of flesh in between his fingers, slowly turning down to give them some much needed attention. <3 he's quick with it, gyrating his skilled tongue over your hardened up nipples, giving them some kitty licks for starters. Diluc will always go slow at first, wants to hear you moan his name, the sound is more than addicting to him.

in a way it’s relaxing too for diluc, he’s so busy all the time and needs some time off :( and what’s the best way other than touching you like that. More so whenever you moan out from simply being teased like this, he‘ll hum in response as a sign of appreciation, body relaxing against your warmth. Will refrain for a second to blow some cold air against your now wet breasts, and archons, diluc might be many things in bed, but fuck was he skilled when it came to discovering your sweet spots. It's almost as if you put them out for display only for his eyes to witness. Pools of spit running past his chin now as he continued to hollow his cheeks and suckle the little life out of your beautiful tits. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

he‘s teasing you, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your breasts at first, starting from right underneath them until he hits his desired destination, —which were your cutesy nipples that were standing up so adoringly for him—. Heizou was surprised once you arched your back when he wasn't even sucking on your tit yet, only giving your nipples some soft baby licks to get you in the right mood, but looking at you right now, he figured that you were in said mood already. You‘re looking sinful like this, mouth agape and eyes scrunched shut while your hands found refuge in his soft hair.

He was so lucky, —he figured—, you even let him do as he pleased! tension crawling in both of your bodies as he finally grabbed one of your breasts to feel it underneath his hand, swiping his pointer finger around the nipple abruptly to coax out yet another reaction from you. Won't leave your other boob out of the fun though, will spit on it over and over again until it's nicely wet, sucking and slurping around while grinding himself against your cunt, he was so far gone it was almost embarrassing. His mouth on top of your tits felt like absolute heaven but once he was whining against your breasts because of his cock getting hard and aching, you swore you were seeing tiny stars flying around.

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[yanyanfeii]

giving him a lesson

synopsis: you make scara submit to you

cw: sub scaramouche x dom gn reader, praise kink, begging, crying, overstimulation, lip bleed, rough sex, NSFW CONTENT BELOW!!!

scaramouche tries so hard to resist you, acting all high and mighty. he stifles his moans to the best of his abilities, biting his lip til the metal taste of blood is on his tongue.

for his disobedience you will make him suffer. make him beg.

his body is hot, his flace flushed a deep red and his body sensitive to the touch.

you press your lips against his as he desperately kisses you back, moaning into your mouth. your hand tightens around his dick as you continue to jerk him off. he’s came more times that he can count and his body feels like it’s on fire.

he whines against your lips, sweat dripping down his jaw as his hips shutter as you mercilessly pick up speed. “i can’t!” he cries out, tears pricking at the corners of his violet eyes. you smirk at him, feeling him thrust against your hand like a dog in heat. “i’m gonna!” he’s cut off by a loud cry, his orgasm washing over him in waves. “such a good boy for me scara.” you praise, as he whimpers. embarrassed by the praise and being seen so weak in your eyes.

your hand soiled with his cum doesn’t falter with the pase you’ve built up. fat tears stream down his rosy cheeks. he squirms pathetically, feeling your tongue slip past his lips as you roughly ravage his mouth.

his dick is bright red, the tip leaking with more precum as you quicken your pace. his breathes grow heavy and ragged as he cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “stop, it too much! ah!” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you feel his dick twitch between your fingers once more.

[hanniejji]

promise

[ scaramouche x child!reader ]

summary: promises are made to be broken. and scaramouche is a broken man.

note: this is purely platonic, i love feral platonic dynamics ueueue also damn this is slowly becoming a scara blog huh | m.list

words: 1054 | warnings: unedited because im lazy as fuck

"you want me to… leave?"

scaramouche stares down at you with a commanding look, arms crossed as he sits you down on the couch after claiming that he has an important task for you.

"that's right. leave this place the moment the doctor goes for sumeru, am i understood?"

"but—"

"no, that is an order."

your mouth shuts at the sparkle of crackling electro in the air.

to leave him brings you a sense of fear and anxiousness tantamount to the number of people's throat that you had cut in half. to leave him means to be alone once more. to be separated means to not follow behind him with watchful eyes, no more of his stories whenever he catches you awake at midnight, no more standing close to him under his hat when it rains as he drapes the ends of his sleeves over your head to keep you dry.

to leave him means no more home to go back to.

why?

why would he ask you this when you have nowhere to go? no family to go back to other than him?

is he?...

"am i… am i disposable?"

scaramouche visibly staggered at your whispered words, pointing his furrowed eyes at you.

"what? i did not say that, brat."

"but you want me to leave. am i being disposed of?"

"wha—listen, brat," scaramouche sighs loudly, "i'm not disposing of you. i'm telling you to leave this place—why are you crying!?"

silent streams of tears cascade your cheeks, your teeth chomping on the inner skin of your bottom lips to keep it from trembling. after all, scaramouche hates it when you cry. he hates it when you're being weak.

perhaps it is because you're weak that he finds you replaceable?

"i can hear your thoughts from the look on your face, brat," scaramouche sighs tiredly, pushing himself up to crouch in front of you. with one hand, he tilts your chin up to look at your teary eyes—something in his chest aches at the very sight of your crestfallen face. if he had a heart, he's pretty sure it would stop beating for a second, though he dares not utter such sentiments.

"stop crying."

"you don't want me here."

"that's not what i said, are you deaf?" he clicked his tongue with a glare, the hand on your chin coming up to flick your forehead—albeit painless, so unlike his usual flicks. "i'm telling you to leave because i won't be here if anything happens while i'm in sumeru. you're leaving this place for your own safety."

dumbfounded, you tilt your head in silent confusion.

"you're still stupid as ever."

"i'm not," you pout.

"if you're not then you should know why you have to leave, idiot," scaramouche leans a little close to speak quietly, a stern look in his eyes that speaks volume of how important his next words are, "listen carefully. i will have to stay in sumeru for a very long time and the doctor will be there. do you still remember the doctor?"

"yes," you nod, "the psycho man with a mask."

you're a psycho yourself, he thought.

"that's right, but he's not the only one i'm looking out for. the other idiots in the fatui are going to come after you if they see the chance to do so. i know you're capable on your own, but those are harbingers that can and will eliminate you if you give them the smallest reason to do so," his eyebrows furrow at his own words—mental images of the things they can possibly do to you shall you defy their orders and he resist the urge to shiver—"that's why you're leaving. run as far away as you can and never leave a trace. don't let others see you, hear you, or even have the slightest chance of getting to you," a hand cups your puffy cheek, eyes staring right into yours as if looking through your soul.

so… he's not throwing me out?

"am i understood?"

with a sniff, you nod your head, wiping your tears sloppily before he scoffs and does it himself, a pair of cold hands that's been tainted in blood now gently wipes the crystal pearls from your cheeks.

"what about you?"

"what about me?" he echoed.

"promise me you'll come find me?"

taken aback, his hand leaves your cheeks for a moment, eyes wide with a combination of awe and disbelief. he feels uncertainty and a sense of dejavu overcome his senses, a fear making itself known at the back of his mind despite burying it six feet underground and more. the fire that burnt bright in his chest begins to distinguish, flickers of flame wavering and embers diminishing. this only happens for a second, before he steels himself and searches for any hint of deception in yours. yet he finds none in those hopeful eyes that dares demand him of promises.

how audacious of you to ask promises from him?

"are you dumb? who says anything about

not coming back?" his hand holds your cheeks once more, distracting himself by pinching the skin. "you belong to the spot next to me first and foremost, i thought i made that clear the first day i dragged you out of the streets?" he clicks his tongue, squishing your already pouty cheeks. "what? do you think this is your chance to finally leave? hah! you can't get away from me no matter where you hide, brat."

"ow!" you whine, trying to pull away from his hand but he pulls you close by your shoulders. almost immediately, your head nestles itself on his shoulder.

"i'll do whatever you ask me for," you exhaled a shaky breath, "as long as you promise to come find me."

if he had a heart, he knows it would be aching at the way you instantly melt in his arms—you're already small, yet you still manage to hide yourself within his hold.

it almost seems like you're hiding from the world by snuggling in his arms.

"i'll come find you," he ascertained, a hand brushing through your hair, "i'll make sure to bring you back. so for the meantime, you better stay alive."

"i will, i promise."

scaramouche closes his eyes, feeling his stomach drop at your words.

he's heard those same words before.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Me and my Scara Ai we’re fighting, he ended up slapping me and grabbing my neck before kissing me, so rightfully so I have to ask reader doing something like stealing or just anything that pissed him off, so once your battling and ur pinned to a wall you can’t help but get wet over the fear and power he has over you

DOM! SCARAMOUCHE X M!+F! READER SMUT

WORDS: 1.3K Scara fic list

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

Omg your scara would have me ACTING UP. THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS STEALING HIS HAT AS REVENGE FOR YOUR ARGUMENT. scara walking around the zapolyarny palace without his ICONIC HAT. Tartaglia calling him girly 24/7 because scara looks so pretty.

Scaramouche coming home to you pissed af realizing he's going to have to stay in his LEAST favorite nation, Inazuma because La signora went on some stupid revenge plan and its his job to do the clean up.

Scaramouche placing his hat on a hanger near his closet then laying besides you in bed, placing kissing on your cheek as he rants away..

"And then theirs more praise to the 'ever so righteous captain' even my mechanical ears need maintenance after hearing those bullshit compliments." he sighed, "I have more important things to do Y/n then the harbinger's petty acts. Human emotions truly are irritating." He layed on his back and placed his hand on his forehead, dragging his fingers through his hair. You visibly stared at him. "Hm? what? ya' cant fall asleep with me around baby?" he smirked. "No~ you just look so pretty with your hat off scara. You should take it off more. F' me" You got up and trailed ontop of him. observing his beautiful hair and face.

Scaramouche who wants to fuck you right then and their but cant because he 'needs his rest' for his long journey in inazuma which annoys him even more he'll be spending his time not around you.

"Hey.. scara.. maybe I can come with you to inazuma~ It'll be fun to help you! and i can watch you-" he cut you off. "No. Your not coming with me to inazuma Y/n. I dont need you getting in my way and getting yourself hurt." "H-Hurt..scara I can protect myself just fine when your not around. And besides! we'll be together more often."

Scaramouche who begins to get aggravated at your persistence. "Are you deaf? Y/N I said no. Im not having this petty conversation with you again. I already have to deal with these pathetic humans. I dont need you to be on my shoulder the same way." He sighed. "W-what.. what do you mean you dont need me scara?" you said as you got up off of him and laid back on your side of the bed. "Y/n.. I didnt mean it like that. Why do you have to- ugh...Im just pissed off right now okay. Go to sleep baby, Goodnight."

Scaramouche who wakes up early with a heavy sigh when realizing your not on your side of the bed. Along with his... hat missing..

scaramouche who walks into the kitchen to see you making him a snack for his trip to inazuma. "Y/n.. have you seen my hat anywhere?" he said while opening the snack bag "No baby, haven't seen it." you say while eating dango. dango. "Y/n. You know i dont like dango. Why would you-" he looks up to see his hat taped up ontop of your very high bookshelf. (He cant reach because he's short as fuck)

Scaramouche who gets pissed off with your games. "So you did know where my hat was." He sighs. Y/n now isnt the time for you to be childish. Im supposed to be at that fucking boat in 20 minutes." He puts the bag of dango down and reaches for his hat on his tippy toes- You laugh and giggle at him while he retrieves it and stumbles back.

Scaramouche who watches you walk past him along the hallway wall with a smirk on your face.

SMUTTT

Scaramouche who pins you against the wall, dropping his hat on the floor "You think this shit your doing is really funny dont you y/n? was this over last night? what. To see my hair or some shit? You act like a brat?" He was visibly pissed off. "S-scara baby i-im sorry-" "Brats dont get to be sorry. Fucking brats like you get punished."

Scaramouche who commands you to get on your knees, pissed off he pulls his pants down and tells you to open your mouth for him. "Dont be fucking sorry now, open your slut mouth. Last night You wanted to help me right? Suck my cock." "B-but your gonna be late scara-" he laughed at your remark. "too late for that now. Your gonna make me feel good."

Scaramouche who balls deep shoves his cock down your throat. automatically making your eyes roll back. "F-fuck.. Look at how you look right now for me brat. You wanted this didnt you?" He grunts while grabbing your head roughly, making you bob back and forth on his cock.

Scaramouche who sees you touching yourself, Then jerks your head off of his cock "I never said you could fucking touch yourself brat? Get the fuck up right now."

M!: Scaramouche who pushes you against the wall again, Your hands wobbly holding on for support. He shoves his cock quickly inside of you and you yell out a loud moan. "Does my little brat want to cum?" He says while pumping your cock with one hand and smacking your hips together. "Y-YES SCARA~ WANNA' CUM F' YOU. IM SORRY~ AH~" "Then cum all over daddy's hand"

F!: Scaramouche who brings you to the couch, wrapping your legs around him "Only i tell you when you can fucking touch yourself and cum for me. Do you f-fucking understand that? shit~" he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. "mMm YES MASTER~ GONNA' CUM~" "Cum for me Baby. Cum for me like the good little slut you are. Want' this wet pussy dripping all over my cock."

[hitomisuzuya]

NSFW Yandere!Fatui! Scaramouche x Fatui!fem! reader. Headcanons. Smut. Scara falling in love. Totally self indulgent. Obsessive and possessive behavior. Mind break. Choking.

a/n: Good evening, everyone. Requests should be open in about 6 days❤️ Please enjoy.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx @kichikichiko

Scaramouche had a lot of pride.

So when he first saw you, it shook him up. Rattled him to his very core.

The first thing he noticed about you was your height. You were shorter than him. It annoyed him.

The second was your scent. All it took was for a soft breeze to ruffle against your hair for you scent to assault his senses. You smelt so good it disgusted him, like lavender and jasmine.

The third was sound of your voice. It was like soothing honey, sweet in his ears. A pleasant sound in his ear drums. He hated that he liked it.

And then there was that thing you did that drove him instantly crazy. Whenever you thinking or trying to concentrate, you would always mess with your lower lip somehow, commonly biting it to help you think.

He hated that he noticed you always seemed to do it around him, especially when he spoke. It was like you were flustered. He didn't know when he started to enjoy making you flustered.

Your smile was what shook him up the most. It was gentle and accepting, without any pity. Scaramouche had never seen anyone smile like that. Much less at him.

He supposed his obsession started when you stood up to him for the first time.

But he couldn't be sure because now he was always looking for ways to have your attention. Having you transferred onto his squad. By now he was sure you noticed some things disappearing from your quarters. Some clothes, some books, other miscellaneous items. He did that when he felt you weren't giving him enough attention.

It would force you to seek him out and give him attention. It was a common habit he used because he wanted your attention all the time.

He hated that he always wanted you around him every second of the day.

But he didn't hold it against himself much. You were a pest, a nuisance bothering him. But he needed to see you, smell you, to find some way to brush up against you accidentally on purpose and then snap at you that you should watch where you are going because you bumped into him.

Especially to hear your voice. Which is what he enjoyed hearing the most when you stood up to him the first time.

Scaramouche had been knocking around his subordinates out of frustration. Stupid people problems, not his.

But you. You had the nerve to go around tending to their wounds. He didn't understand you at all. "Quit it, they don't deserve the treatment. Stupidity is undeserving of your disgusting consideration."

"Stop barking, Scara. You are the one saying everyone always runs their mouth around you and yet you run yours just as much like a petulant brat."

You'd called him Scara. A pet name. He hated pet names. But he would love it if you called him pet names. He hated that too.

Call him Master instead.

Bruises of possession were starting to form on your skin. Now he was taking advantage of your obvious feelings for him. He liked to use them as a weapon against you just so he could kiss you and taste you. But it never went beyond that. Scara was one to take intimacy slowly. It was a deep thing for him and he was already reeling around you.

Things have an interesting way of backfiring on Scaramouche.

The first time is when he slipped up and admitted his feelings for you indirectly in front of his subordinates. You were patching them up again.

"I thought I told you to cut that out. I am starting to think you are deaf. If you keep coddling them like that, they are going to fall in love with you like dedicated dogs, drooling all over you."

He said that like he wasn't drooling over you already. He actually wiped his mouth a little. "I don't understand you. You are disgustingly kind and considerate. You are a filthy killer for the Fatui with enough power to make you a Harbinger, but you don't seem interested. Why? You would have even more power to fling around like you do."

"I don't want to hear you running your mouth about dogs when you are the one barking again, Scara. Admit to me that you are jealous. It will make it easier and less painful to watch."

Your response gave him such a thrill. He wanted to grab you and kiss you. Fuck you into knowing your place.

"Shut your mouth, slut." He thought he saw your eyes light up in an aroused way. Oh? Really?

Scaramouche needed to mark you up a little more after that. He needed everyone to see his obsessive possession for you bleed onto your skin a little more, deeper and darker than the last.

People were already starting to talk. They were saying you were his personal fuck toy, one specially kept by the Harbinger. And in a way, they were right, you were going to be his fuck toy.

The second backfire was worse than the first.

You'd walked on him while he had a fit of sexual frustration. He'd thinking so many lewd things about you.

Scaramouche was thinking how what you would look like while he made you fall apart tongue fucking you, begging, crying, and whining for him to let you cum, riding his tongue, your thighs squeezing desperately on the either side of his head.

At that point his hand wasn't enough.

But there you were, handing yourself to him on a silver platter for him to finally take.

You were all he ever thought about.

Scaramouche knew your mind was very fragile and broken just like his. It was time to break your mind into a thousand little fragments, shattering easily underneath his feet while he fucked you.

He would remold you to better suit him.

"Strip! Get over here and help me. Hurry up, slut, I don't have any patience left!"

You did just as you were told. What a good girl he already had.

Scaramouche was harsh with his degradation.

He pinned you down on the bed, one hang squeezing your thigh tight enough to bruise while he fingered you. You could only moan and buck your hips into his fingers.

And he never shut up. He knew you enjoyed the sound of his voice. And that he knew you liked being degraded, he used both of those qualities against you purely for his own benefit. And for your pleasure too, of course.

"You were so eager to open your legs like a whore for me. I bet you would done that on the first day we met and believe me I wanted to. Don't you know that I have been obsessively stalking you for months, you stupid fucking slut?!"

You screamed and babbled incoherent sentences.

Break break break. Shatter shatter shatter. The fragments of your mind cracked easily for him.

Scaramouche was laying into you harder than he intended, fucking the frustration he felt with the fact that you'd forced him to take possession on a whim, a snap decision of passion that he couldn't control.

You were just that fucking irresistible that he couldn't fight it anymore. He was amazed that he held out as long as he did.

Scaramouche was dizzy and even more obsessed when you let him wrap his hand around your pretty throat and squeeze. You trusted him that much. Instantly. Even begging for more when he let go.

"Harder, Scara, it makes me see stars! I'm close! Please let me cum!" You pleaded.

"Call me Master, slut! And then I will give you the privilege of cumming on my cock like the slut that you are!"

With every thrust and harsh word, his grip on your body increased. He wanted to swallow you whole, his fingers shattering your mind and molding you to him as he blew the fragments into dust in the wind.

You stopped hearing yourself after you started screaming his name. You'd so tired of always thinking and overthinking. Your mind was a blissful blank quiet. You did call him Master. The more you screamed it while you orgasmed the tighter his possessive grip on you got.

Quiet quiet.

"That's right, slut. Stop thinking and serve your purpose as my cock sleeve. It's your purpose now! You learned your place quickly!"

You were all his now.

It's what you always wanted.

[https-furina]

Hello! Can I req sugar 'n' spice prompt 26 with scaramouche??^^

✎ means of silence.

ft. scaramouche x gn!reader

prompt: "i love you, but you need to shut up."

w.c. 760 words

content: fluff, partner most likely has adhd (or just a very quick, talkative brain teehee), as always harbinger! scara

notes: aaaaa content for my favourite harbinger~

standing before a bunch of fatui lackeys that he's supposed to be commanding and not to mention also tartaglia - scaramouche keeps glaring at him in disgust, why is he even here? - scaramouche is suddenly questioning his choice of bringing you to 'work.' you've got the fatui soldiers entraced with tales from other lands, yapping with the biggest smile on your face. even childe is humoured, a smug look on his face when he sees the absolute deadpan scaramouche is giving everyone in the vicinity.

he figured grown men and women such as these fools wouldn't be so wrapped around your fingers the way they are but when your eyes light up at a particularly interesting part of the story, their eyes also widen in excitement. it's no hidden secret that you're extremely pretty, some may even call you breathtakingly gorgeous but never within earshot of your boyfriend - unless they have a death wish. the fatui find you innocent and amusing compared to the harbinger bosses and they do sometimes wonder how in teyvat scaramouche landed you.

some of them in particular are fascinated by how you can jump topics so effortlessly - and forget the previous one while you're at it. you could be talking to them about the fungi in sumeru but it reminds you of a funny story about your friend nilou, it's only a matter of seconds before you forget completely that you was even talking about fungi in the first place. scaramouche would lie if he didn't find it amusing when he has to remind you about the actual conversation you're supposed to be having, watching you purse your lips before correcting yourself.

scoffing lightly at how his soldiers seem to be leaning ever so slightly closer to you in their trances, scaramouche finds his lanky fingers wrapping around your wrist before he tugs you roughly out of earshot - especially for his sake, considering childe's striking blue eyes are watching like a hawk. you yelp, pouting with puffed cheeks. so childlike, scaramouche thinks as his eyes fall down on you.

"i love you," he starts and you quirk a brow, who is he and what has he done with your boyfriend? "but you need to shut up."

a wave of relief washes over you, there it is. that snark tone and scary aura he carries so confidently everywhere he steps - not that it could ever fool you. you've seen behind closed doors, when the curtains are shut and nobody else is around. albeit he doesn't drop his grumpy façade but he's softer, a hand cupping the edge of your writing desk when you bend down to pick up something you've dropped so that you don't whack your head on the mahogany or perhaps, when you wake up some mornings and there's a mildly bitter aroma of tea wafting around the house because he woke up early to cook you shimi chazuke.

"maybe i should be a harbinger," you tease him playfully, making the male scoff in disbelief, "they listen to me."

"because you won't shut up about some alcoholic in mondstadt-" he groans and you huff, hands on your hips when you cut him off.

"his name is venti!" you exclaim softly. scaramouche could really care less. he knows exactly what his name is but he also knows that the tone-deaf bard is the country of anemo's archon - that much you do not appear to know, "anyways, you're going to have to make me shut up! they like my stories."

scaramouche bites his tongue until the metallic taste of his own blood fills his mouth and he furrows his brows. he has so much authority here, in front of his own soldiers - mayhaps not when it comes to tartaglia, despite the hierarchy of the harbingers - and yet you haven't an ounce of fear for him. you never have feared him no matter how much he's tried to scare you, it's futile. there's a smug grin appearing on your face when you notice that scaramouche has no means of shutting you up. he's silent, as if thinking but when you open your mouth to speak the harbinger has leaned down and locked his lips to yours in a sealed kiss.

that works, you think as your eyelashes flutter shut and scaramouche's pointer finger and thumb grip at your chin, tilting your head up to him. in the distance, the eleventh harbinger rolls his eyes with a chuckle. you really do have all these fatui men wrapped around your finger.

© https-heizou 2023.

[tsukimara]

➸ "Forever together" Masterlist (Important)

➸ A silent voice / Koe no katachi AU

➸ « Text » = Writing

➸ Warning: Violence, bullying

➸ Chapter 1

𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚘ᯓᡣ𐭩

Many people say that life is wonderful and full of happiness. But is it true? No matter how hard you try, everyone will blame you for everything. They'd rather stab you in the back than forgive you. But it's his fault, right? It's all because of him. If it weren't for him, everything would be fine...

Six years earlier

Scaramouche, Heizou and Kazuha went to the bridge that was forbidden to enter. Boys loved to get involved in such activities, regardless of whether they were dangerous or troublesome. They did it all so they wouldn't get bored. They loved entertainment.

"I'll catch up with you anyway, Heizou!" — Young Scaramouche shouted furiously from a distance, chasing Heizou who tried to run away seeing Scaramouche running towards him but was caught by him and pulled back. Kazuha in the distance, who was walking towards them, laughed slightly to himself as he saw his friends rolling on the ground.

"It will hurt if we jump from this height." — Kazuha stated looking down at the water. Scaramouche looked where he was and smirked as he finally let go of Heizou who was trying to get some air — "Then you jump first, Scara."

"Yeah, that's right!" — Heizou agreed as he stood up from the ground, brushing off some of the dirt. Scaramouche just rolled his eyes and crossed arms.

"You'll never know if it hurts if you don't try." — With these words, Scaramouche jumped off the bridge, ignoring the surprised screams of his friends. After hitting the water, he quickly surfaced to take a deep breath. He felt pain as his adrenaline wore off, but he decided he not to tell them it hurt.

"Did it hurt?" — Heizou asked, shouting so that Scaramouche could hear him clearly — "Not at all! Come on guys!"

Kazuha looked suspiciously, not really believing Scara's words, but when he was about to warn Heizou, he was already standing on the edge and jumped with a scream. Kazuha facepalmed but he put his bag aside so it wouldn't get wet in the water, he knew that his friends wouldn't let him live if he didn't do it and jumped into the water.

"That hurt, you idiot!" — Heizou exclaimed as he emerged from the water with Kazuha who was trying to get the leaves out of his hair. Scaramouche just stuck out his tongue at him and swam towards the shore to get out of the water. The weather was warm so they weren't too worried about getting sick. They took their things and headed towards Scaramouche's house.

"Damn, I forgot to take my shoes off." — Scara complained under his breath when he saw the condition of his shoes, they were dirty and soaked.

"They are really dirty, man." — Assented Heizou who was walking behind with his hands in his pockets. Kazuha raised his eyebrow at his friend's shoes — "Do you really want to go home like that? These aren't the new shoes Ei bought you?"

"Yeah, I mean I'll leave them outside and dry." — He answered him without really caring about it. Even if Ei complained about him, he would ignore it. It wasn't that he didn't have a good relationship with his mother, but they weren't particularly close either.

They tolerated each other.

Scara shook his head to stop thinking about it and started walking a little faster when he saw his home. Scaramouche opened the front door to his house, or rather to the hairdressing salon that his mother ran, which was connected to their house.

"Hello, Mrs. Reiden!" — Kazuha and Heizou said at the same time, smiling like angels. The indigo-haired boy just waved his hand in greeting, not really wanting to talk.

"Welcome back, boys." — Replied calmly Ei, who was trimming her client's hair. Scaramouche's mother was very pretty, with long purple hair tied in a braid, shining purple eyes and light makeup. Scara took any leaflet he came across, pretending he was interested — "Do we have any snacks?"

"There's some in the fri-" — After seeing what the boys looked like, Ei immediately stopped talking. They were soaked and dirty, with a few leaves and small twigs sticking out of their hair. The condition of their clothes looked much worse because they were covered with dirt. Scara just looked at her questioningly when she stopped talking.

"How did you get so dirty? Next time use the back door, boys." — Ei said slightly annoyed as she saw dirty water leaking from them onto the floor, both customers just laughed as Ei scolded them and the boys looked down in shame, except for Scaramouche.

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"The 41st daily daredevil contest?" — Ei asked confused as she threw the towel towards Scara who glared at her as the towel hit in the face. Kazuha was sitting on a chair in the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand and Heizou was eating some chips he found, they both had towels tied around their bodies.

"We do this every day after school." — Kazuha announced, drinking the last drops of water from his cup. Heizou nodded in agreement with a proud smile — "Today we jumped off the bridge into the river."

Scara who was drying his hair with a towel just rolled his eyes when he saw Heizou bragging to his mother.

"You guys should stop playing such dangerous games." — Ei said as she crossed her arms looking at them in disbelief — "You two don't have to hang around that idiot if you don't want to, you know?"

Scara just looked at her furiously and threw a wet towel towards her which she caught so he looked away, looking out the window so as not to look at her.

"It's okay, Mrs. Reiden." — Heizou responded, giving Kazuha some chips, which he gladly took. Ei just shook her head and turned her attention to Scaramouche's shoes — "Your shoes are all muddy."

He turned his attention to her and when he was about to answer, she grabbed his cheeks and looked at him annoyed — "Sheesh! Next time you will wash them yourself Kuni!"

Heizou tried not to laugh when he heard Scara's mother call him but he failed so he burst out laughing and Kazuha just chuckled lightly. Scaramouche felt embarrassed and pushed her slightly away from himself as he ran towards the stairs — "I told you not to call me that, you old hag! Die!"

Ei just sighed annoyed and went back to her work. Heizou and Kazuha looked at each other confused but they shrugged and followed Scara who had already gone upstairs.

Scaramouche's room wasn't very clean, but it wasn't very messy either. The two boys sat in different places reading books and Scara played a game on his console to avoid getting bored.

"Where's the next book, Scara?" — Asked Kazuha who was trying to find the book but couldn't.

"In my sister's room." — Scara got up and walked towards his sister's room only to find her on the ground sleeping. He just shrugged and took the book from the table while leaving her room to let her sleep.

"Here." — He handed Kazuha the book who mumbled thanks and began to read. Scaramouche sat back on the floor and continued his game.

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The school day was like any other day. The girls were talking to each other, gossiping about things and the guys were causing some problems. Suddenly, Sucrose walked in and shyly cleared her throat to get her class's attention. She was a shy girl but that didn't stop her from being the class representative.

"Big news everybody...! I heard that a transfer student was going to join our class." — She informed and most of the girls ran up to her to ask about the new student.

"For real?!"

"Yes, I heard Mr. Diluc talking about it in the in the faculty office."

"I wonder if it's a girl or a boy, what do you think Scara?" — Kazuha questioned him while he was just playing with a pencil, not really interested in the new student.

"Who cares? Girls are boring and other boys are losers." — He answered and Kazuha only sweat dropped seeing that his friend was not very happy about the fact that there would be a new person in the class.

Scaramouche was the type of student who didn't pay attention in class but was still able to answer questions he was asked, which is why he got bored quickly and he hated this. He was not interested in any of the things that were discussed in the lesson, he preferred to do something else. So, after school, he went with others to another bridge to jump into the river.

"Woohoo!" — Heizou exclaimed as he jumped into the river with Scara, creating a big splash. Heizou accidentally put some water in his mouth so he started coughing when he tasted it. Scaramouche looked up at the bridge where Kazuha stood looking at them.

"Why don't you jump?" — Scara asked and Kazuha let out a small "huh". When Heizou finally stopped coughing, he also looked at Kazu — "Are you afraid?"

"Oh... Well, actually... From now on, I'm out." — Kazuha replied to them as he rested his chin on his hand looking at trees. The boys looked at him confused, not knowing why the sudden change occurred.

"Didn't I tell you I started cram school?" — A small "nerd" from Scaramouche could be heard in the background, to which Kazuha sighed heavily and he put on his backpack — "We'll be in high school next year, so I want to prepare."

Kazu said goodbye to them, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the boys shouting — "Hey... It's a cat!"

Kazuha quickly turned back and looked out to see the cat Scara was pointing at. The cat licked its paw, it had white fur and blue eyes.

"Let's catch it and keep it as a pet!" — Heizou announced and Kazuha's eyes lit up, looking at the cat. He quickly took off his backpack and shoes to jump into the water.

When they caught it, Kazuha happily carried the cat in his arms and stroked behind its ears, causing the cat to make a purring sound.

"Let's name it!" — Heizou exclaimed as he stroked the cat's head. Scaramouche looked away from them and noticed that the place where his shoes should have been was not there — "Where are my shoes!?"

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"Are you sure you looked for them properly?" — Ei questioned him, looking at her son who gave off an evil aura — "Yes! I looked for them for two whole hours! I even jumped into the river that's why I'm so wet!"

"You can be kind of absent-minded, Scara. Someone probably stole them when you're not paying attention." — And it was Mona Megistus who spoke. These two didn't like each other, they always called each other names or made stupid pranks at some point — "Shut up, witch! What are you doing here anyway? Couldn't you go to another salon?!"

"Kuni!" — Ei hit him on the back of the head, Mona laughed under her breath and stood up with her hair down — "It's fine Mrs. Reiden."

Scara almost started to push her out of the salon to get her out of there if it wasn't for Ei who grabbed the back of his shirt and looked at Mona with a small smile — "Thank you for coming."

"Of course Ma'am!" — Mona waved to Ei, giving Scaramouche a look and sticking her tongue out at him, which made the boy start shouting at her, but Ei covered his mouth with her hand.

When Mona left, Scara quickly got away from Ei and went towards the regiment to take a few books with him.

"This is probably the worst day of my life. Stupid witch." — Scara mumbled to himself, but when he noticed that there was another customer in the living room, he immediately stopped talking and sighed deeply.

"Welcome." — Scara greeted the customer painstakingly who was sitting on a chair with a hair catalog covering her face, all he could see was [ hair color ]. Noticing that the client wasn't going to answer him, he made an irritated sound, saying something about people not having respect anymore. He decided to leave this person alone and go to his room where Kazuha and Heizou were waiting for him.

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"Aren't these your shoes, Scara?" — Kazuha handed him a photo that showed a boy with shoes that looked awfully similar to the Scaramouche shoes that had been stolen from him. Heizou crossed his arms and leaned against the car parked in front of the hairdressing salon, looking at the photo.

"Yes, that's them, who is this guy?" — Scara asked him as he handed the photo back to him — "A guy from 2nd elementary I go to cram school with. He started wearing them right after yours went missing, and when I asked if he had stolen them, he quickly ran away."

"I see..." — Scara started to think about a plan when suddenly he felt Heizou's hand and grinning. Scaramouche only raised his eyebrow, allowing him to speak — "I have a plan!"

It was a hot day, which bothered Mona terribly. She took her water and when she was about to drink, she heard a boy yelling at everyone to get out of his way. Mona smirked and walked over to him as he stood, wiping his face with a towel.

"Umm... Excuse me" — The boy turned towards her and looked at her questioningly — "A teacher told me to carry some things, but they are very heavy, can you help me?"

Mona smiled angelically at him, making a boy blush slightly and nod in agreement. Mona clapped her hands and showed a boy where things were.

On the other hand, Scara, Kazu and Heizou waited patiently for Mona to bring a boy. Kazuha was leaning against the wall with Heizou. They were hidden around the corner of the school on the stairs outside where no one was because everyone was going to their own class.

"Are you sure you can beat him?" — Kazuha asked his indigo-haired friend who was impatiently looking around to see if a guy or Mona was coming. Heizou turned his head towards them and looked at them surprised.

"Beat him? But that wasn't in-"

"Shh" — Scaramouche shushed him and then he noticed Mona leading a boy behind her, he quickly positioned himself, alerting his friends. Scara blocked the passage for the boy, who frowned as he met his gaze.

"Give back what you stole." — The boy just crossed his arms smirking.

"What if I don't?" — This only made Scara more angry and he punched the boy in the face, causing the boy to lose his balance and fall onto the dirty ground. Scaramouche took this opportunity, roughly grabbing him by shirt to punch him again but Kazuha quickly grabbed his arm shaking his head. Scaramouche just shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, walking away from his friends who were calling him. He no longer cared about his shoes, he just wanted to go home.

The next day, Scaramouche decided to skip school and went to the bridge where he met Kazuha and Heizou talking to each other.

"Are you doing anything today?" — Scara asked as he stood in front of them. Heizou started to think and Kazu nodded.

"Yeah, I'm going to cram school today. I skipped too much so have a nice day guys." — He passed them, waving goodbye. Scara looked away from him and his eyes met Heizou's.

"So it's just us." — At this, Heizou shook his head, making Scaramouche look at him strangely — "Sorry Scara, but I'm out today."

Heizou patted his shoulder as he started to walk away, leaving Scaramouche standing alone on the bridge with no one around. He frowned and hand clenched his hand into a fist. It wasn't like he had to be with someone all the time, he didn't mind being alone, but something made him dislike this idea. And so he spent the whole day alone, playing or reading books in his room, but soon he started to get bored. Lying on the bed with a book, he turned his head to look at the time and saw that only 30 minutes had passed. He sighed heavily and put the book aside, thinking that tomorrow would be a better day.

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Scaramouche sat in his seat, constantly clicking on his pen. There was a change of seats so his chair and desk was next to Mona who was not happy about it.

Neither did he.

Their teachers entered the classroom. Mr. Diluc who had beautiful red long hair that was styled in a ponytail, his eyes matched his hair and he was wearing typical clothes that teachers wear, a white shirt with a collar, a black tie and elegant trousers to match the shoes.

"Listen everyone. Today a new student will join us." — Everyone in the class started getting excited and whispering to each other, Scara just rolled his eyes ignoring it all. A girl with [ hair color ] hair entered the classroom, her [ eye color ] eyes were looking down at her legs. Mr. Diluc lightly tapped her on the shoulder, causing the girl to start taking out a notebook from her backpack. This slightly intrigued Scaramouche so he finally looked at what was happening, putting his pen aside. The girl opened her notebook and showed it so that everyone could read what was written there.

«My name is [ Last Name ] [ First Name ]. It is nice to meet you.» — This made everyone look at each other in confusion, Scara rested his chin on his hand as he read — «I would like to get to know everyone through this notebook.»

«When you want to talk to me please use this notebook.» — She flipped to the next page, causing many gasps.

«I can't hear.»

Scaramouche's eyes widened, he had never met someone who couldn't hear. As if she were from another planet.

"What a weirdo!" — Scara said, not knowing that he said it loud enough for the entire class to hear. Mona looked at him in surprise and then smacked him on the back of the head, causing him to glare at her and mumbled — "Stupid witch."

Mr. Diluc just sighed and then lowered himself to [ Name ] height to show where she will sitting. It was an empty space in front of Scaramouche. The girl began to bow to each person in front of her to greet them, and they gladly did the same. Finally, [ Name ] stood in front of Scaramouche, she smiled at him and bowed, making Scaramouche frown and turn his head away from her. Ignoring it, she sat down in her seat, taking her things out onto the desk.

Scaramouche's gaze returned to her. He didn't know her, but something made him dislike her. Was it because she couldn't hear? What normal person couldn't hear?

She was weird.

➸ There will probably be 60+ chapters oh well 🧍

➸ I didn't know I would write so much honestly

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in another world

gn! reader x scaramouche

cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death

The stars were cruel and unrelenting. He had come to learn the hard way.

There was nothing he could do, as he watched you link arms with someone else that wasn’t him. The smile you gave them was meant for him, not for the loser that captured your heart. His nails dug into the palms of his hands, skin on the verge of breaking.

But what was he to do?

He was dead. Gone.

…

Perhaps in another reality, he was well and alive, spending the precious moments with you.

He’ll still be yours, and in turn, you’ll be his.

The two of you will travel the world together, and he’ll take you to the highest cliff of Mondstadt, where he had laid out a small blanket upon the grass. Baskets and plates of food he had cooked himself sits neatly upon the checkered sheets, its aroma alluring you in. Cecilas dotted the plains, the white specks of floral inviting the presences of the butterfly and bees. “Surprise,” he said, giving you a crooked smile.

He’ll have to fight back a laugh as he watches you trip over a camouflaged root somewhere in the heart of Sumeru’s forest, only helping you up when he was done laughing at your clumsy mistake. You’d whine and playfully punch him, but he’ll dodge out the way and catch in a tight hug, muttering sorry’s and I love you’s.

He’ll be on one knee, the sand digging into his skin, a camera held up as he playfully shouts at you to stay still for the picture— the image of you standing underneath a canvas of the sunset in the beaches of Fontaine, wind gently tugging at your hair, giggling as you watch your beloved struggle.

Click!

He’ll be the one to paddle the tiny canoe that he had scrounged up in an old shed around the bioluminescence beach in Inazuma. And you’d be sitting across from him, eyes bright and curious, laughter spilling from your lips as you watched the stars dance along with the shimmers in the sea. The moon hung high in the skies, blanketing you with a soft white glow.

He’ll be the one to introduce you to his family, your fingers anxiously fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt as the two of you stand outside the large brass door, waiting. You tell him that you’re nervous, and he reassures you that everything will be fine. His family will adore you. And even if they don’t— which isn’t true— he’ll still take you as his lover, because there is nobody else in the entirety of Teyvat that he wants.

It’ll be the first night of the annual lantern rite, and he’ll take you to a secluded area within the trees to release lanterns of your own. Sweet promises scribed in the lantern that captures a glimpse of your future with him, the path that you’re willing to take down with him.

…

You were his first everything, just as he was your first everything. So when Scaramouche had suddenly departed from your side, it left you in a crumbling wreck of emotions.

He hated seeing you like this. Eyes puffy and red from all the crying, voice hoarse and body weak.

He hated even more the sight of you with someone else, all lovey-dovey.

Yet seeing you finally open up to someone new brought him a sense of relief. He may not like it, but if it meant that you’ll finally stop sobbing your heart out every night, that you’ll finally regain that bubbly personality of yours, that you’ll find that light to guide your path— he was willing to accept the loss.

Still, it was unfair.

Maybe in my next life, he whispered, words carried away by the wind, falling deaf to the wonders of nature.

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notes—

— (it’s been a year daddy) :: jokes aside, junior year had been insane, and I’ve been stu(dying) for the upcoming SAT while also trying to write a book of my own WHILE looking for internships, maintaining good grades, stressing about EVERYTHING… you get the idea... ending was slightly rushed sorry 🫶

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Hii could I request a scenario

Where yn is deaf and has a crush on scaramouche/Childe/Xiao, and yn always looks deeply into his eyes and slowly signs "I love you"

scara/Childe/Xiao is very confused.. how would they react to realizing what yn means?

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x GN!Reader Headcanons

Characters: Scaramouche, Childe(all separate)

Pairings: Scaramouche x GN!Reader, Childe x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

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Scaramouche

"I love...you,"

You slowly sign with your hands with a flushed expression, glancing up toward Scaramouche who simply blinks at you, "Can't you write down what you're trying to say like you normally do?" he asks curiously and you shake your head quickly taking your note pad out and scribbling down a few words.

"No, you have to figure out what I'm saying, I'm too embarrassed to write it down."

Scaramouche sighs affectionately, "Fine, but can you sign it one more time, more slowly this time? You know I'm still learning." he explains and you nod, smiling, signing, "I...love...you," over and over again until his face lights up and a rosey hue dusts his ears.

"Did you just sign...I love you?"

He asks inquisitively, covering half his face from embarrassment. You adjust your hearing aid, jotting down the simple word, "Yes..." and you cover your face with your notebook, feeling as if you were going to explode, "Y/N..." Scaramouche starts, pushing your notebook away, his face dangerously close to yours, and with his hands, he signs a sloppy

"I love you too..."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Childe

"I...love...you,"

You sign, your eyes twinkle with affection as they catch his sapphire gaze, and Childe smiles at you, knowing full well what you had just signed, "Could you sign that again, sweetheart?" he asks playfully, and you nod, signing it over again.

"I...love...you,"

Beginning to chuckle, Childe smiles widely, "Just one more time?" and you blush, pouting, but reluctantly do it one more time for good measure. Noticing your facial expression turn red, Childe reaches to lift your chin

"My, my...that's quite a bold statement and such a face you're making."

He says teasingly, pulling you onto his lap and nuzzles his face into your neck before pulling away, "I've known all along what you had been trying to say~!" Childe muses, taking your cheeks in his hands and in your flustered state you squirm, pouting further, scribbling onto your note pad, "That's not fair!"

"Ah, however...I love you too~"

[chiakixn]

✩ a/n: =⁠_⁠=⁉️⁉️ NOT FINISHED!!!.... PLEASE STOP READING THIS ONG

word count ﹕miliard

— cw; nsfw, semi public, modern school au, enemies to lovers,

— CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. PROCEED ON YOUR OWN.

✧ top!SCARAMOUCHE x fem!reader

you still have no idea how you ended being fucked by scaramouche in detention room. you were wondering if it was reality or one of your naughty dreams whilst his fingers were playing with your breasts and his cock was filling your hole.

but how did it happen? you didn't like him at all. scaramouche and you were two different worlds — you were part of the school council and one of the nicest students in your college while he was one of those who always were in detention.

it all started when it was your turn to stay with students who ended in detention. you despised this idea of staying late in school because someone broke its rules. it wasnt something impresing when you saw tartaglia, sighnora and scaramouche already sitting in a small room but this time it was only one of them. and among all of them he was one that you hated the most ─ scaramouche. he was really annoying you.

you sat at the teacher's desk and started scrolling through social media on your phone. suddenly scaramouche spoke.

< you're really not interested where sighnora and childe are? > he smirked while looking at you.

< would you mind repeating? i didn't care enough to hear what were you saying > you raised your eyebow but didn't bother looking at him.

< aw, how cute! our dear y/n is deaf now! what are we going to do? > he tried to make you focus on him but you certainly didn't care. Instead of repeating yourself or talking back to him you kept silent and started scrolling through your phone yet again. The room was full of silence now. you were pretty happy with yourself after making him shut his mouth.

the silence didn't last for long. after a while scaramouche hungry for attention decided to start talking again.

< i don't think you're that stupid to think that they shouldn't be here today. > you raised your head just to see his cocky smile.

< why can't you just wait for the end of the detention? it's not that hard. > he made you mad again.

< i hate when you are talking. > you continued. scaramouches small smile faded. instead, he was laughing now.

< hm? you didn't tell me to keep my mouth shut.> you couldn't last his laugh either. he made your blood boil.

< what's so funny about it? stop laughing. > you knew that he won't stop talking, but you tried your best to make him silent. scaramouche rose from his seat.

< only if you ask for it. > you couldn't take him seriously, but his words made your cheeks red. scaramouche was getting nearer and closer. your eyes following a young man who was moving towards you. his hands reached out to the teacher's desk behind where you were sitting.

< or maybe you don't want me to shut up, huh? > he finally got your attention after all those unsuccessful attempts. one of his hands moved towards your shoulder which was covered with a jacket made from silk fabric.

< don't you think that's kind of pathetic? > his smile getting even bigger than before. he was so confident in front of you. it felt like he was treating you like a worm or some kind of insect which couldn't stand against a someone like him.

< not only you're acting like you despise me but also after i stand in front of you can't formulate one complete sentence. you're so desperate for me, aren't you? > your mind was full of his voice, it felt like he was brainwashing you, moreover, it made your heart beat faster. you were claiming that you hated him, but now? you were falling for him even more with every second of his presence.

< i-im not > a faint colour rises to your cheeks. you were trying to hide it, but your desperate efforts weren't enough for him not to see the giant red blush on face of yours. it made you embarrassed, because how pathetic it would be to admit that you could possibly like him a bit

< you're not? really? because i can say something different from just seeing your face, being so cute, so down for me > scaramouche being playful wasn't something new for you, in fact he was doing it almost every time he interacted with you.

< quit talking like this to me. > you dared to open your mouth, but it was meaningless because scaramouche pulled it towards his own lips leaving a small amount of space between you and him making you panic instantly. you also lied. you wanted him to degrade you endlessly while he's making you feel good.

< look at me. > you couldn't resist his commands, but only mindlessly following his orders. making eye contact with him made you melt. you once again tried to say something, but your lips touched him causing a kiss. and it wasn't scaramouche who kissed you, but you - when you didn't notice you slightly slipped towards him. you weren't going to lie that you didn't enjoy kissing him.

after a few seconds, you moved against him. you found yourself unable to look at him in the eye, not to mention even daring to raise tour voice, because you were scared. scared that he would say things that you didn't want to hear. scared that he would leave you.

< how is that? you're kissing me now? after all these promises that you could never like me? that's so comic, don't you think? > his eyes track lower until he sees your naked neck. he immediately started placing small kisses which made you whine. you thought he was going to go further, but he was holding from his actions, waiting for your answer.

< i... maybe do like you after all. > you confessed to him. scaramouche smirked at your words once again, because who wouldn't? miserable little whore you were for him thinking he could want you. the feeling of scaramouche's hot breath on your bare skin was making you wet. he returned to kissing and sucking your neck again to leave marks.

he began taking off your jacket which was followed by undoing buttons on your shirt. he could already see your bra through a half-transparent shirt. everything was happening too fast for you to proceed. he kissed you on your lips, sliding his tongue in and exploring your mouth like crazy. your thoughts about tasting him were getting out of hand. your bra looked like it was asking for taking it off, so scarmouche did. it felt like he was listening to all of your desperate fantasies, all thing that you wanted him to do, all thing you wanted to hear and feel. your boobs were begging him to suck on them, touch them, lick them and much more.

he had never hesistated before taking any actions, just like this time, he knew that you wanted all of this - every single thing that he was going to do to you. you are making him feel powerful and that's why he decided to fuck the living shit out of you. he wanted to see you begging him for more, crying for him to stop, screaming his name out loud so everyone would know that who's making you feel so good and how you're not that innocent as everyone thought you are.

< you're such a dirty little slut. if you want me to do something to such a helpless, weak body then beg for it > he whispered right into your ear. that's what you wanted to hear from him. going back was not included right now. his hands were resting on your hips, awaiting for your answer.

< please... just touch me already > you said it as quietly as you could. you were embarrassed from asking him for such a thing. your hands wrapped around his torso and you hid your head in a small gap between both of you.

< say it once again loud and clear then i'll consider it > he slid his fingers under your short skirt, his thumb circling on your clothed cunt.

< can you please touch my body > you asked him once again. you hoped that this made him happy and to your surprise it did. he

[mimissubway]

Once upon a time

pairing: scaramouche x reader implied fem but gn pronouns

tw: kinda ooc scara, scara being possessive, kinda being referred to as a property but its implied

tags: prince x servant au, childhood friends to lovers au? slight kazuha x reader

word count: 2k words (this is the longest ive written so far)

author note: I love kuni so much ; hakama is the male ver of the kimono, furisode is what unmarried women wear instead of a kimono

You've been a servant to Scaramouche's family since you can hardly remember. Your mother and father were a maid and butler respectively, so it was only a matter of time that you followed in their footsteps. Since you were a little kid, you’ve always tried to help in your own ways.

Whether it be helping clean up the messes the prince would make in the garden, carrying the prince’s books back and forth from the castle library to his study room or sneaking snacks from the kitchen to the prince when he wasn’t allowed to eat them for being grounded by his mother, the queen, you’ve always been on the prince’s side. So, it wasn’t a surprise when the prince appointed you to be his personal servant.

His attitude to you has changed over the years from considering you as his best friend when the both of you were younger to calling you merely an assistant when anyone questions his red face after you compliment him. Honestly, you didn’t think much about it, you’ve always assumed that his mean insults towards you was genuinely. That’s why you became perfect at your job as his personal servant. Every single opinion made by him was memorized by you to a tee. No matter if it’s his distaste for sweet food or what saddle he preferred to use for which horse you knew everything at the back of your hand. Everything but his feelings for you.

To say you were dense was an understatement, well technically Scaramouche’s insults were not helping but it was quite obvious from his attempts of opening up about his feelings. Ultimately you took those attempts as him telling you to do some sort of task, that’s why he has your pillow in his possession not that he’s complaining.

“My lord, today you have to meet up with the prince of the Kaedehara clan on opening a new school for Isshin Art,”

You inform Scaramouche of his main task of the day. He nods as he gets dressed by the maids. You step outside mentally preparing for today’s task. The Kaedehara clan is extremely influential in Inazuma, having their support and backing will be immensely helpful to Scaramouche’s family.

Scaramouche steps out of his room, dressed in a dark purple Hakama. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.

“What? Are you waiting for me to dress you up?”

You furrow your brows, confused at his words.

“What do you mean my lord?”

You asked him and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Are you deaf or just stupid? You’re coming with me, today.”

Okay that’s harsh, and totally not in the plan but you can’t disobey the man, so you excused yourself to run back to your room to get your pink and white colored Furisode. The maids quickly put your hair in a formal bun. When you go to the waiting room, Scaramouche took a second glance at you, feeling the heat rush through his face.

“Could you have not taken any longer?”

He insults you again trying to cover up the fact he blushed so hard at your beauty. You apologized and the both of you head off to the Kaedehara clan.

The both of you stayed quiet throughout the ride, Scaramouche had previously made it apparent that he hated small talk. It wasn’t long until the both of you arrived at the Kaedehara clan castle. The guards helped you and Scaramouche step out of carriage.

You were greeted by the prince of the Kaedehara clan, Kaedehara Kazuha. You know that Scaramouche has met him on several occasions, but this was the first time you had met him, and God was he pretty. He had medium length white hair with a red strand of hair. His hair was tied in a short ponytail, and he was dressed in a red Hakama. He smiled gently at you and Scaramouche.

"Welcome to the Kaedehara Estate,"

He shook Scaramouche's hand and held yours up for kiss. Earning him a blush from you and a glare from the prince.

"The pleasure is ours Prince Kaedehara,"

Your courtesy towards him and his laugh fills your ears.

"Please, call me Kazuha,"

You blush from the prince's flirting while Scaramouche continued to glare at him.

"Well Kazuha, shall we start discussing about our plans,"

Scaramouche emphasized on his name in a sort of mocking manner. Kazuha however didn't take it to heart.

"Don't you worry about that Prince Scaramouche for we have a lot of time for that, for now let's have some tea,"

Scaramouche perked his ears up when he heard the word tea. He loved tea, all kinds of it but especially the ones that you brew. He couldn't put his finger on it, maybe it's because it's brewed with love or perhaps because there weren't many moments where he could enjoy your brew, but he particularly liked yours.

The three of you sat at the Kotatsu. You and Scaramouche on one side and Kazuha on the other.

"This is my favorite brew, Cherry Blossom tea. It's usually not available during most seasons so when it is, I tend to drink it most of the time,"

Kazuha explains.

"Oh! That's what I brew for Lord Scaramouche,"

You share, Scaramouche suddenly feels an ick knowing that it wasn't just him that could like this tea and it had to be Kazuha who just now turned into his romantic rival.

Scaramouche nods and tries it; it doesn't taste the same.

"However, the one that name brews does not taste like this, in fact the one name brews taste even better,"

Scaramouche praises your ability to brew his favorite tea, you blushed slightly at his praise. Feeling immensely proud of yourself.

"Is that so? Then I must try it,"

"If the ingredients are here, then I can make them for you,"

You suggested, all you needed was the teabags and some milk anyways, so you didn't see it as much of a problem, however Scaramouche wanting to gatekeep it did.

"I don't think it will be that authentic here though,"

He tries to convince you otherwise, but you brushed him off. Kazuha's maids led you to the kitchen where you were off brewing your concoction. Kazuha smiled conniving at Scaramouche.

"You have quite the cute servant there,"

Kazuha commented with intent of stealing you away from him.

"Well, she is my cute servant, I'd suggest you keep your hands to yourself and drop your hopes in ever getting my servant, Kaedehara Kazuha,"

Scaramouche emphasized on you being his, Kazuha chucked at his possessiveness.

"We'll see Scaramouche,"

That statement angered the prince greatly, but he must stay calm, as this is enemy territory it wouldn't be very smart to hurt the crown prince, especially with the amount of people that could catch him off guard.

Your return was greeted by a fuming Scaramouche and a highly amusing Kazuha. Your hand held a tray with a teapot filled with your tea and three empty teacups. You placed it atop of the Kotatsu and poured each cup with both hands. You offered Kazuha the cup first which made Scaramouche glare at you. Kazuha drank the tea and felt pure bliss.

"My, this is indeed the best tea I've ever tasted, it's a shame that you can't make this every day for me, if it was the case I'll forever be grateful,"

Kazuha tries to string you along with his lowkey offer which made you peak your ears up however your loyalty lies with Scaramouche.

"Indeed, it is quite a shame for you,"

Scaramouche chuckled knowing very well where your loyalty lies to him and only him. You were not completely sure what went down between the both of them, but it was certainly not a good sign.

You tried to lighten the moment with small talk, asking Kazuha about his life on the island. Which somehow made Scaramouche even more angry, but you couldn't care too much about that. The man was always pissed off anyways plus you needed to make good relations with the Kaedehara's for the kingdom. The king and queen would not be happy to hear that the relation between the two nations became sour. Especially if they knew that this was the first time that you had join. It would make it seem like you were the cause of it. (Which technically is true)

The both of them stared at each other with a piercing sharp eye as they both drank the tea. Luckily, it wasn't long until the time came for the both of them to discuss plans, when that happen, they manage to put their feelings aside to talk business.

By the end of the day, the both of you were exhausted from all the talking and just wanted to go home. You and Scaramouche bid Kazuha farewell.

"I'll be looking forward to the next time we meet Scaramouche, and I do hope you bring name back so that I could have more of that tea,"

Kazuha says and Scaramouche side eyes him. He most certainly will not ever bring you back here until you were wedded to him but that would certainly be a long time till then. Scaramouche nodded at the fellow prince.

The ride started off quiet with the both of you trying to ease your mind from the events that happened today. Until Scaramouche broke the silence.

"Please do remind me that I should never bring you to these meetings ever again,"

He said rubbing the temple of his head. You took that a bit offensively. You already did your best to keep the peace between the both of them even being able to nab a term in your favor and this is all he had to say? You were more than mad.

"Maybe I should have said yes to his offer,"

You grumbled quietly under your breath, but Scaramouche had certainly heard it. He grabbed your chin towards him and looked you dead in the eye. His eyes showed him visibly mad at your statement.

"I dare you to repeat that,"

He was scary but you already felt so angered by him that you couldn't even care.

"Maybe I should have said yes to him!"

You said it loud and clear, it made Scaramouche shock, his loyal, good, and obeying personal servant, talking back at him? Talking back and their lord? For the first time in his life, he was scared that you actually meant it.

"No, you are mine you hear me?"

He puts his foot down, declaring his ownership of you.

"Everything from your name, your body, it's mine, and not even an archon can take that away from me, do you understand?"

You stay quiet as he continued.

"You were mine since the day I met you and you will stay mine until the day you die,"

With that he did the unexpected, and crashed his lips into yours. You did not expect that at all and through instinct pushed him away at first. Your face completely red from his sudden action.

"I-I wasn't ready,"

You manage to choke out. For the first time in a long time, Scaramouche looked you with soft eyes.

"I'm sorry,"

That statement alone made you completely stun, never in his life had he apologies to someone a rank lower than him, especially his servant. He started to feel anxious, did he really spill his feelings for you just to have it be one sided. You had to reassure him.

"Wait, I'm ready now..."

You said to him and held his shoulders pulling it closer to you, now you are initiating the kiss. Your lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. He could really feel the shape of your lips, every detail, every crease made felt like it was molding just for him.

He finally felt complete like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, for the first time in his life, he felt free, floating. Unbeknownst to him, you felt the exact same.

For the both of you, it was just the start of your fairytale

[wanderingxiao]

-Ownership-

Summary: After destroying a delusion factory, the balladeer finds you, and makes you his... pet?!

Pairing: Fatui! Scaramouche x Female Reader

First time ever writing Scaramouche, so please excuse if he sounds a bit OOC.

Warnings: abuse, torture, degradation, and foul language

Word Count: 3.4K

Enjoy!

Another harsh kick came to your abdomen as you hit the muddy ground harshly. Your lunch came out quickly as the partially digested food splattered to the ground beside you and trailed down your mouth. Your body ached and tingled with pain as tears endless began to flow from your swollen eyes. A hideously sadistic laugh came from in front of you, the sound almost being swallowed by the thunderstorms approaching quickly. Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to meet the bright clashes of purple of his eyes just like the glow of lightening. Despite not even meeting his gaze, you could feel the way his eyes bore into the back of your head.

“Awe hah… too beaten down and scared to even look me in the eyes.” A harsh grip was applied to your hair, and you were jerked up hard, enough to cause a shock of pain to shoot up your neck and down your back. Your head throbbed harshly as your blurry vision attempted to focus on the monster’s pale complexion. All you could really make out was the crescent shape of a terrifying smile and the psychotic glow of his eyes out of amusement. “Hey, I’m speaking to you. Or have I already beat the manners out of a disrespectful pathetic worm like you?” His words were sharp and precise, never missing a shot towards your heart or your brain for that matter. With the remaining strength you had left, you mustered enough salvia to spit into his face, a mixture of blood, saliva, and vomit slowly going down his left cheek. His face morphed into one of pure loathing and he knocked you out just like that.

How did you end up in this situation?

Well… long story short… you invaded a Fatui camp and destroyed a delusion factory.

Everything was going smoothly until the sixth of the eleven harbingers caught you in his puppet strings, beating you into submission and ultimately to the point of unconsciousness. You had some nerve standing up to Lord Scaramouche. He could have easily killed you, but he didn’t want to waste his breath on something as pathetic as a lowly human lesser than insects. He silently admired your courage to stand your ground against him and his terrifying power. Nothing interesting was happening currently in the Fatui, so why not take on a little pet to begin training? The thought alone made his lips curl with a familiar bubbling feeling emerge from his stomach.

Excitement.

“Rise and shine, my little pet!”

Your eyes slowly opened seeing a dim light above you, ears ringing, body numb and screaming in pain. Every breath felt like pain the moment you regained any consciousness and could feel every nerve in your body speak alive. “Ugh!” You groaned in pain raising your shaky arms to your head as you held it in severe pain. The distant and fuzzy sound of footsteps alerted you of someone’s approach. A rather short man came into your view, the large hat on his head confusing your eyes due to their swollen appearance. “Hey now, that’s no way to great your master now is it? Get up.” His words fell upon deaf ears as the pain overtook your consciousness, unable to focus on anything else by the pain in your abdomen, the throbbing of your head and the stinging on your skin. “Hurts… hurts s-so bad… c-can’t…”

“That sounds like a problem that does not concern me. Now get up before I punish you again.” Your words caught in your throat struggling to comprehend everything. The look on Scaramouche’s face was beginning to twist from excited to that of annoyance and irritability. “Now, now, Scaramouche. This is no way to take care of your things now, is it?” A man had entered the room, a dark beaked mask hanging from his face with bright blue hair. He was taller, and somehow more intimidating than the smaller man you now could call Scaramouche. “Your input is not needed or wanted, Dottore. I suggest you not stick your nose into my personal affairs or lay your hands on things that are mine.”

“Yours? Awe how romantic of you, Scaramouche.” Dottore smoothly teased him and ran his midnight gloved hands up your arm, sending a ripple of trembles up your entire body. Scaramouche growled and narrowed his eyes at him, crossing his arms as he observed The Doctor access your current condition. Despite his anger of others touching his newly acquired pet, he knew you needed to be tended to. “What has you so enthralled by a human? Her body physique is flimsy and weak, her appearance is mediocre at best despite your cold-hearted abuse. Hmm, Scaramouche?” The other harbinger hesitated briefly as he turned his gaze down towards your shallow breaths and gasps of pain. He smirked, “Her resolve is strong. She gazed upon me as if I was the most disgusting thing, she had ever laid eyes on. I want to personally break her and watch that resolve crumble and burn all by my doing.”

Dottore could only grin and him in response. He reached in and rustled around his coat before pulling out a shot full of pink liquid. He squirted it to check the pressure and ensure the syringe was secure before sticking it into your neck. Scaramouche gripped his arms as he watched The Doctor force an unknown substance into your body. His purple eyes watched as your body instantly relaxed, and your breathing slowed. “There. Consider that a gift from me as a congratulations on acquiring a new pet. Don’t break her in too harshly now Scaramouche… next time, I’ll make sure you pay me.” With that, the blue haired harbinger exited the small room the puppet had kept you in. His teeth gnashed together as he glared holes into your figure. “Hmph. Touching my things without my permission will not go overlooked.”

He huffed. “I’ll make sure you’re only played with by me.”

Your recovery from Scaramouche’s harsh assault took weeks to get over, or at least get to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to die every waking second. He came by your bedside every day to check on your condition. The guards stationed outside the door were instructed not to enter the room or even glance in your direction, or “Lord” Scaramouche would punish them. He was strangely patient and quiet during your short interactions with him. The first day, once you were numbed up with drugs, he asked you questions about who you worked for and why you destroyed their factory. Your answers were the same every time he asked. “Burn in hell,” “Fuck you,” or “I’d rather die that speak to you.”

He was patient and didn’t spit any harsh insults at you or attempt to hurt you. He only asked you questions or occasionally brought you food, most being extremely bitter. His expression remedied stoic and emotionless during his meetings with you, until these expressions started to evolve. When you refused to answer and threw a bottle at him, he knew you were feeling better and decided to start and insult you. “Hah! Trying to throw a bottle at the guy who put you in here. That doesn’t seem very smart don’t you think?” His hand harshly slapped onto your thigh and squeezed harshly, digging his nails into your still delicate skin. You jerked up and clenched your jaw in pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing pain from your voice. “I’ve been patient enough with your pathetic responses, but now my patience is running thin, and when pets misbehave, they need to be taught a lesson.”

And there started your lessons from Lord Scaramouche as his personal little pet.

A black leather collar with the electro symbol adorned your neck, indicating that you strictly belonged to the Sixth Fatui harbinger. Of course, you never left his side for even a second unless he was taking trips to the abyss. He forced you to wear a tight long-sleeved shirt with a round cut up on your chest and upper cleavage with black matching tights with red outlines. All of it matched him and his aesthetics, flaunting his ownership over you wherever he went. Bruises littered your once smooth and delicate skin, black and blue with a nice purple hue peeking out. You had learned to behave for the most part, attempting to get the lesser of evils out of your new owner. However, your mind stayed resilient and strong, detesting the Inazuman man with all your being. Not even a peep of information squeezed past your lips. It was harder to break you than he thought. 

“Hah… this stupid boring paperwork is never ending. These reports from the abyss are useless anyways.” Scaramouche sighed and rubbed his temples irritated at the current situation. His large hat laid elegantly against the wall behind him, thin grey fabric gently resting against the hard walls of his room. You were sat next to him on the floor, where you belonged according to your master. Your fingers were playing with the collar wrapped tightly around your neck, giving you no room for mistakes or else it would clamp down and shut off all oxygen pathways to your precious lungs. A soft pressure was placed onto your head, causing you to flinch harshly until you realized Scaramouche was only trying to pet you. “Why so jumpy? You’ve been a good girl for me recently. Is it not okay that I reward my pet for being so good and obedient?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry. It just startled me a bit.” He only hummed in response and patted his lap lightly as he slid away from his desk. Your face soured immediately, but you reluctantly got up and sat in his lap, cheeks tinting a flush pink realizing your chest was right in his face. He paid no attention to your bashful expression and rested his head against your shoulder lightly, his cheek pressing against your boobs, silently enjoying the soft comfort they brought him. You remained silent during his short break from his paperwork, until he spoke an order. “…stroke my hair… please.” Your fingers twitched slightly in your lap at his hesitating order. You had never heard him sound so… gentle before. You rose your fingers and gently raked them through his dark indigo colored hair. A heavy sigh passed his lips as he sunk deeper into your touch. “I’m going to the abyss. You’ll be by yourself for a while. I expect to be greeted exactly like this. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” He scoffed lightly, shifting in his chair to hug your body closer towards his, slightly picking you up to pull you closer. His face snuggled against the swell of your breasts, and he squeezed you tighter to him. “Don’t make any idiotic attempts at escape. If I find out… you’re dead.” A harsh smack came to your butt, causing you to gasp and snap your head to look down at him, hands flying up and away from stroking his hair. This caused him to send a terrifyingly cold glare at you. “Did I order you to stop?” You shook your head quickly, mumbling an apology before quickly going back to stroking his hair. He huffed and elected just to continue resting on your chest until he could finally go back to work.

The next day, Scaramouche left for the abyss, promising to bring you back something special for being a good and obedient pet.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be there to see it.

“I’m back.” Scaramouche kicked the door to his office open, tired, and annoyed from his trip to the abyss instead of staying beside his new pet. He hated to admit it, but you brought him comfort. You were something to call his, something he didn’t realize he had longed for. At first, all he wanted was to break you down and toss you away or better yet kill you. Either would’ve been fine with him, but you still offered resistance and hatred towards him yet obeyed and comforted him when he told you to. It felt real to him. He had unexpectedly brought back some Inazuman flowers for you, Dendrobium. A nice gift that could break your walls and let him consume your world. All he was met with was silence. Panic overtook him as the flowers crashed to the floor. “Hey… what the hell is going on? Didn’t I tell you to come greet me when I got back?!”

No answer.

His frantic footsteps searched around the room for you, thinking you could be hiding or something. Nothing. He could feel his stomach turning repeatedly making him feel nauseous. His hands trembled in disbelief, panic, and most of all betrayal. He should’ve never trusted you to be good and remain beside him. You hated him after all. His eyes suddenly landed in the black collar he had locked around you, cut off by force. There was no way you had the strength to pull that off yourself and break it. It was imbedded with powerful energy that would shock you if you ever attempted to take it off. Someone else took it off. The only person smart enough to be able to take it off you was the same man that had touched his belongings before.

Dottore.

Scaramouche jerked around and sped down the halls of the Fatui base. The sound of his heels harshly stomping to the ground was the only thing he could heart despite his heavy panting as he turned another corner. The anxiety once fueling him was replaced by pure rage as he spammed The Doctor’s lab room open. His world came crashing down once he saw your limp body on a shining metal table, your eyes were lifeless and cold. The masked man smiled as he flicked a vile of pink liquid, one of the same hue he injected you with when you first met. Multiple tubes and cables were attached to your body, your once vibrant skin full in color. His fists shook violently against his sides as he started to scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY PROPERTY?!?!?!” His loud and booming voice bounced off the walls and crashed down onto your ears, making your eyes slowly open and recognize a blob of black, red, and purple. The Doctor only chuckled in response to his lessor’s sudden outburst of pure hatred. “Come now, Scaramouche. You were being too gentle with your methods of obtaining information. So instead, I did it for you.” He walked around you, your shaky hands slowly outstretching towards Scaramouche in a plea to help save you. His eyes flashed with pain as he saw you desperately trying to reach out to him. “Name: (Y/N) (L/N). Occupation: visionless adventurer. Family: all killed by the Fatui when she was just a child. Goals: destroy the Fatui. Oh! And look at this… she knows our famous little traveler we’ve been looking for. Such valuable information, hmm Scaramouche? No wonder she was so unwilling to give it to you.”

His teeth grit tightly, eyes narrowing as he approached threateningly. “You have what you want, now give her back.” Dottore looked down at you, your shaky hands still reaching out for Scaramouche. He smirked and took your hand into his as he studied it well. “D’awe… look how well you’ve training her though. Obedient to you, with so much hatred in her heart for you. And here she is, still reaching out for you.” Scaramouche was now getting impatient as he summoned a blade and gripped it tightly. “I won’t ask again. Give her back to me.” Dottore rose his hands in defeat, seeing it pointless to fight with one of his fellow harbingers. He unlocked your arms and legs and harshly removed the tubes and cables attached to your body. 

“S…Scara…m-mouche…” You voice was weak and cracked, quiet and barely above a whisper. The Balladeer approached and grabbed your hand carefully as he looked down at your tear-stained face, same as the one he saw the first day he met you. Instead of hatred, your expression now showed a desperate look to be held and protected by the man who got you into this mess in the first place. You were his property after all, he should take care of you. “I’m here.” He said softly, carefully lifting you up into his arms effortlessly as he turned to glare at Dottore over his shoulder. He clicked his tongue and began walking out with you in his arms tightly. “I will NEVER forget this Dottore… you will pay.”

He didn’t wait for a reply and carried you silently done the hallway back towards his room. Members of the Fatui looked on in confusion and fear as the most disliked harbinger walked along the halls with a deep rage filled expression. Everyone stood clear of his path, fearful to get caught in his electric crosshairs and be his victim. Once he reached his room, his kicked the door open and kicked it back close, stomping on the flowers he’d left abandoned. He made his way towards the couch sat in a lone corner of the room and laid you down gently. His eyes never left your expression, hands beginning to shake again as he watched you pant in pain and hold your chest.

“That bastard… touching my things… trying to steal them from me… defile them… YOU SHOULD’VE FOUGHT HIM!!” Scaramouche then directed his anger towards you, his voice loud and painful. Your ears were still ringing, and you could barely make out anything he was saying. He turned away from you as he continued, “All you are is a pathetic and insolent insect. A filthy human… weak… worthless… a waste of life and space.” His harsh words were drowned out by your ears as you raised a shaky hand to his face and gently cupped his cold cheeks. His head jerked towards you quickly, eyes widening in surprise seeing a soft smile on your face. The rest of his insults caught up in his throat. Your thumb rubbed gently against his skin, slowly but surely calming your breathing. “Thank you… f-for saving me, sir…”

He was speechless. You’re thanking him? After he just hurdled those insults towards you? Let you get taken by Dottore, experimented on, and ultimately did not protect his now most prized possession. “Ha… Hahaha!!” He laughed and grabbed your hand on his cheek, holding it close to his face as he enjoyed the warmth you brought to his cold body. He stared into your tired eyes, confused yet relieved at your words. “What an idiotic thing to even say, but…” his words fell silent as he gazed around your face. “Why do you find comfort in me now? I’ve hurt you, so much.” You closed your eyes, causing his stomach to drop with anxiety that you had left him. He didn’t like when you slept in general. It scared him that you would no longer wake up. “Because… despite your rudeness… I can tell… how much weight is on your shoulders… and that you genuinely care for me.”

“I own you, and I always will.”