kunimeowmeow

[kunimeowmeow]

Quarrels and Quiet Confessions

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader tags: fluff, 6nemo mention, scaramouche is bad at feelings, so are you, pining if you squint your eyes, a bit of explicit language a/n: this was stuck in my notes app for a year now lmao. This actually took me longer than expected since the power went out. Anyways, I was trying to find a writing style so I'm really sorry if it's messy and bad. Writing pov's are so hard 😔. I'd love to know your thoughts about this honestly.

A cross-country road trip from Mondstadt to Liyue wasn't on your bucket list this summer.

Yet here you are with your group of besties, squashed together in a run-down minivan that Venti had somehow found a way to rent without raising suspicion. The scent of cheap booze clung to the leather seats, and the backseat windows were smashed. The rickety radio screeched a familiar melody. Heizou lights up instantly and claims it's his jam.

Two minutes in, and he's singing off-key to "Party in the USA." You cackle, Scara snorts, and Venti makes a comment about how he sounds like a dying cat. Aether hunches against the window, his shoulders shaking as he desperately tries to hold his laughter in. Xiao scoffs. Kazuha grins too. He playfully nudges Venti’s shoulder, insisting they just appreciate the wonderful voice Heizou blessed them with. Yet he chortled like a drunk donkey.

It was chaotic. It was madness. But it feels like home.

Hour 1

You love your friends. No cap, fingers crossed. It was the absolute truth. You wouldn’t trade them for anything, even if the world were ending and they were the key to survival. But Scaramouche? That’s a different story.

You’d trade him for a corn kernel without hesitation. And wear that like a badge of honor.

It’s a miracle how you two even became friends. Well, “friends” is a strong word. More like “arch enemies with the same friend group so they’re forced to coexist with each other”. You’re 100% sure your other friends have noticed the tension whenever you two were within 100 feet of each other. But they’d argue that you two would make a cute couple. And they’re pretty persistent with that agenda.

Because in this 3-hour drive to Liyue, Venti had the bright idea to have you and Scara crammed in the backseat, with the multiple luggage you guys brought as company. You curse to yourself. Reminder 1: Venti never has good ideas. Reminder 2: strangle Venti once you get your hands on him.

A light kick landed on your left thigh. You scowled at Scara. He just shrugged.

“Oops, thought it was Aether’s duffel bag,” he says, squinting like the little shit he is.

You raised your brow, “Bullshit. You can see Aether’s bag on the right!”

He glances at the bag you pointed at and sneers. You feel the urge to punch his pretty face. But you’d rather not have a fist fight in a cramped space that two people can barely fit in. So you opted to kick him back.

"I swear, if you don't move your legs, I'll crush them with my foot.”

Scara yelps before throwing a similar scowl in your direction. He rolls his eyes, "Can you, though? You’re weak as fuck. Who’s the one who could barely open the pickle jar last week?"

“That’s because the pickle jar was sealed tight!”

“Pft, excuses,” he says, flicking his wrist like you just bored him to death. “That’s all you're ever good at, aren’t you? Making excuses to hide behind because you kno no one’s backing you up.”

Okay, you’re not beyond throwing punches right now. You grab his wrist without thinking, your nails biting just enough to make him flinch.

"Watch me, you cocky brat. You’re all bark and no bite. Like a little puppy. Besides, aren’t you the one who hides behind a facade because you’re too scared to face your problems?"

Scara’s eyes widen for a split second. A flash of anger flicks through them."Oh fuck you, you motherf—"

"Will you two shut up and stop whining? I’m trying to get some sleep over here." Xiao’s voice was sharp, slicing the fragile veil of arguments exchanged.

You shut up. And so did Scara. He holds up a middle finger in your direction. And you respond with the same gesture. Asshole. You sigh. A little guilt nips at your chest for bringing up his problems. But he brought yours up first. It’s fair game. You glance at him. He glances back.

Yet not a single word was spoken.

It was the same every time you were with Scara. Childish insults. Foul language. Like you two are bound to be a broken record, hurling the same aimless words over and over again. Without having the courage to say what you want to say. It was exhausting. For the other five passengers in the car. And maybe for you too.

You leaned over the second row seat, your head poking between Xiao and Aether. Might as well distract yourself. Heizou looks at you, grinning. “You look like you want to murder Venti,” he comments. You brush him off. Oh, you definitely will. Just not now.

"Remind me again why I'm seated beside him?" You ask Venti, gesturing to Scara as he crossed his arms. He mumbles to himself. Something along the lines of “As if I want to sit next to you too”. Reminder 3: Find an abandoned building you can bury Scara in.

Venti, the bastard drunkard, giggles and replies, "Because you two need to get along, you're always fighting whenever you're together. Besides, it's not that bad to be seated next to him once in a while, no?" You snort. Cheeky brat.

"You two should just start dating already. I mean, you two fight like an old couple," Heizou chimes in with a smirk. Scara glared at him. You did too. You’re definitely adding him to the list of people you’d throw over the Inazuman river. Heizou had the audacity to laugh.

"See? Synchronized actions too."

"I actually think you'd look cute together," Aether says, as he adjusts his sitting position.

"Classic enemies-to-lovers trope," Kazuha chuckles. He eyes both of you through the rear-view mirror. "I think you'd love that Y/n. You're always gushing about how you want a little spice to your love story."

Scara snorts, "Seriously? I didn’t know you were this pathetic."

You snap your head in his direction. "At least I don’t lash out when five-year-olds beat me in Dress to Impress."

Scara glares at you, yet his lips curl upwards. "At least I’m not obsessed with a shit game like Grow a Garden."

"At least I—"

Xiao groans as he covers his ears.

It was nothing out of the ordinary. But you caught his glance in between insults. There was something off with the way he was looking at you. You shiver. You’re familiar with this feeling. It was one you wanted to run away from. Like a coward.

You two gawk and squawk like a broken record, playing the same screeching tune. Did he hate it too? The wailing noise that won’t shut up? Is he also looking for a way to escape this maddening cycle?

Hour 2

"Move over and stop bitching—"

"I swear, if you two are still arguing after a fucking hour, I’d throw myself out of this car”, Xiao cuts them off. His sleep was disturbed for the 3rd time now. “I'd rather hear you two making out than hear you argue about space in the backseat again,"

You roll your eyes. Scara galres at Xiao.

"You know it's serious when even Xiao is shipping you both," Venti laughs. Xiao rubs his brow, as if warding off a headache. "It's so painfully obvious that they like each other. It doesn't take more than 2 brain cells to figure it out."

"Are you calling me dumb?" Scara questions with a raised brow.

"Yes you are. You're an idiot. And so is Y/n"

You tilt your head, bemused. "What—"

"Am I wrong?" Xiao snaps.

You stare at him, jaw wide open. Did he really just ask that? "Of course you are! Scara doesn't like me!"

Xio deadpans with an “Are you being serious right now?” look. "He is literally always by your side."

"Yeah sure. To get under my skin and annoy me."

Heizou smirks. “Defensive, aren’t we?”

Aether jumps in with a wide grin, "At this point, we're just waiting for a confession."

You take it all back. Maybe you don’t love your friends that much. Inhale. Exhale. You reach for the bottled water lying on the ground. The one Venti handed out earlier. You need to calm down for a moment.

"C'mon, stop teasing Y/n. That's Scara's job. You know how he hates it when other people tease what's his" Kazuha smirks.

Scara growls and snaps at Kazuha. "Shut up and focus on the road. You're going to get us killed."

You almost spat the water you had in your mouth. Keyword: almost. Although it wouldn’t be that bad, honestly. These people deserve it. Especially the wannabe detective in front of you. You swallow the water before voicing a protest too.

"I don't belong to him—"

But Heizou cackles and shuts you up.

"Yet".

Venti hollers, holding his stomach. Heizou titters. Kazuha and Aether are giggling. Xiao was laughing too. You groan. Whatever. You’ll let them have their fun.

You returned to the backseat, leaning against the car door. Scara sat beside you. You scrunch your nose in disgust,

“Quit that, I don’t have a choice”, he sighs.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he. You bask in the quiet you didn’t even know was possible. It was fun when you two bantered, but somehow it hurt when you two were silent. You’re profoundly aware of Scara’s proximity to you. Your clothes were touching, and you could hear him breathe in and out. That familiar feeling gnawed in your chest. How you wished you could touch his skin too.

You shot up. What kind of thoughts are those? You wave a hand, as if it would cause them to vanish nd retreat to the depths of your mind. You watched Scara. For once, he was silent. No snarky comments. No nothing.

“Sorry,” you quietly mumble. It wasn’t your intention to speak, but you wanted to say something. Anything. The silence was killing you. Or maybe you missed his voice already.

He looked at you, perplexed. As if he’s seen aliens or something.“You’re apologizing? For what?”

“For bringing up those kinds of shit earlier. Didn’t mean to touch on your problems,” you quietly mumble.

Scara blinks. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You? Apologizing? Did they crash or something? Is he dead? What kind of reality is this??

He’s quiet. One minute passed. Then two. Then three. He snapped out of his trance and found his voice.

“It’s fine. Don’t bother. We make that kind of comment almost every time. I don’t see why you have to apologize now. Besides, I brought it up first, didn’t I?” he scoffs, masking his bewilderment under layers of sarcasm.

You let out a quiet chuckle, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know why I even apologized.”

It was still once more. No squabbles. No fights. Maybe the silence was growing on you. You caught the way Scara’s lips curved into a small smile.

Maybe you both wanted the melody to fade, you just didn’t know how.

Hour 3

The car was tranquil. For the first time in the past 2 hours, not a single peep was audible from the two confined in the backseat. Venti snored from the shotgun. Heizou and Xiao were on their Nintendo Switch, grinding Animal Crossing and trading items with each other. Aether was probably asleep. Kazuha was diligently keeping us from crashing.

It was like a miracle from the Archons themselves. Maybe they got tired of all the disputes too. You can almost hear Xiao mutter, “Thank Lord Barbatos the annoying shits behind me shut up”.

You didn’t bother responding, slotting one of your AirPods in your ear. You stare at your fingers as you idly fiddle with the other pair. Kazuha had gifted these to you on your previous birthday. Said it was from someone else. You wouldn’t have accepted such suspicious gifts if not for the custom work that caught your attention.

There was a curious cat meme painted on the case. It looks like it was done by hand too. A smile tugged at your lips at the fond memory. You don’t know if you believe Kazuha or if it’s all bullshit, but oh well. Maybe you’ll try nagging Kazuha next time to figure out this “mystery” person.

You pop the other one in before closing your eyes. It was black. It was soothing. The beat drummed against your ear. You hummed along.

But the music stopped on your right. Your eyes fling open. Scara grins, holding up the other piece.

"Wha— Hey!" You reach out, trying (and failing) to get it back.

"C'mon, let me listen in. I’m bored," he mocks, sticking out his tongue like a loser kid. You groan. You know he won’t stop pestering you until he has what he wants.

"Fine, but don't complain to me later when it's not your type of music. And no, you can’t call it shitty either. You subjected yourself to this."

He chuckles, "I won't". Then a little smirk appears on his face, " Probably".

You roll your eyes, not having the energy to retort. Your head leaned against the window. You close your eyes again.

"Arctic Monkeys, huh? Didn't take you to be a fan," Scara teases. You scowled at him. "Shut up. Can you keep quiet? I’m trying to keep in touch with my inner peace here."

And Scara does. He holds his tongue, letting the music play through. A familiar outro plays, and he pauses. It’s one he knows by heart. One that he has on loop in his own Spotify playlist.

I Wanna Be Yours.

He peers at your hunched form. Were you asleep? His breath caught in his throat when your eyes locked with his. There was silence that followed. But there was something different about it this time. Something he can’t quite name yet, but it’s there. Lingering in the air, rendering them senseless.

Scara’s hand brushes yours. Neither of you pulls away. His touch becomes more confident. He holds your hand, fingers slipping to interlock with yours. You looked away. Stayed silent. But you squeezed back. Scara clears his throat, a shade of red painting his face and neck.

A few minutes pass and his eyes dart back to you. But somehow, you’re already asleep. Long, even breaths and mumbling incoherent things. Admittedly… It was cute.

The car hits a bump. And so does your head. It hits the window, fortunately not that strongly. Scara wonders how that didn’t wake you up. He looks in front. Good. The others were minding their own business. His other hand hesitated, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

He reached for you, gently bringing your head to rest against his shoulder. He just doesn’t want you to have brain damage. Yeah. That’s all. That’s definitely the reason why he’s doing this. No ulterior motives whatsoever.

He glances at your sleeping face. Is that drool on the side of your lips? He snickers. He’ll have to tease you about it later. For now though… He looks around once more. With no possible witness, he rests his head against yours. A small smile tugged at his lips.

The screeching, the wailing… It vanished. Instead what they heard was a soft melody, carrying the whispers and wishes made in the dark. Finally, the song of you and him has started.

credits to @cafekitsune for the banner!

[kunimeowmeow]

"This House Is Loud (And I Love It)"

a/n: Request from anon! This can be taken as a timeskip from this or just a separate story. Anyway, Scara’s trying his best. He really is. (He’s losing.)

pairing: scaramouche x you

genre: fluff

Your mornings had changed a lot since the "just-us" days.

You used to wake up slow — tangled in sheets, Scaramouche curled around you like he was guarding something precious (because he was), the sun peeking through the curtains lazily. He’d grumble if you dared move before 10, swearing you were disrupting his 'beauty regeneration cycle.'

Now?

Now you were being woken up by a xylophone.

"Rise and shine, Mama and Dada! It’s concert day!"

The metallic twang of off-key notes echoed across the bedroom as your four-year-old proudly banged her musical weapon of choice, standing on the foot of the bed like a victorious general.

You groaned into your pillow. "Sweetheart, It’s Sunday. That means quiet cuddles, remember?"

"But I made a song for the family cat!"

"We don’t have a cat," Scaramouche said, voice muffled under the blanket.

"I pretended we did."

"That’s worse."

Eventually, you dragged yourselves out of bed — Scaramouche grumbling the whole way, hair in a state of rebellion, clutching his coffee like it was holy water.

Your daughter was already at the kitchen table, surrounded by crayons and a sheet of paper she proudly called her "adoption contract" for the imaginary cat. You couldn’t help but laugh when she demanded both your signatures in pink glitter pen.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow. "Where’s the clause that says I won’t be scooping anything out of a litter box?"

"She said you’ll handle the 'emotional support cuddles'," you said helpfully.

He gave you a flat look. "I hope our next pet is imaginary too."

By midday, your living room looked like an art exhibit curated by a toddler on a sugar rush. Paper scraps everywhere. Glitter on the couch. One sock in the fridge (you still don’t know how that got there).

Your daughter was in the middle of constructing a "princess pirate palace" using every pillow you owned.

You were curled up on the couch watching her, mug in hand, when Scaramouche dropped beside you with a deep sigh.

"I stepped on a Barbie shoe," he muttered. "I think my foot has filed for divorce."

You laughed, patting his thigh. "At least she didn’t glue googly eyes to your computer again."

"She named them last time. And gave them a backstory.”

"Be honest. You kinda liked it."

"…Okay, yeah. Officer Wiggle-Eye did have a tragic past."

Later that afternoon, after the chaos had calmed down and your daughter was happily watching cartoons while lying upside down on the bean bag, you and Scaramouche snuck into the kitchen for your rare moment of peace.

You were sipping your drink, back against the counter. He was beside you, arm brushing yours.

"She’s too much like you," he said suddenly.

You smirked. "She gets her stubbornness from you."

"I wasn’t talking about the stubbornness. I meant the sparkle pens, the dramatics, the bedtime refusal speeches—she’s you."

You laughed, warm and full. "Is that your way of saying you’re doomed?"

He grinned against his cup. "I’m saying I’m already outnumbered."

Then—

From the living room:

"Mama! Dada!"

You both turned your heads at once. Scaramouche called back, "What is it now? Did the couch become lava again?!"

"No!" she shouted. "I want a baby brother! Can I have one?"

Silence.

You didn’t move.

Scaramouche visibly froze with his cup mid-sip.

"…I’m sorry," he whispered. "What did she just say?"

You bit back a laugh. "She said—"

"I heard what she said, I just—what kind of cartoon gives kids that idea?!"

You shouted back, "Why a brother, sweetheart?"

"So I can boss him around!"

Scaramouche wheezed.

You reached over and gently patted his back as he coughed, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "You okay there, love?"

"She wants to lead a cult," he gasped. "A bloodline."

You were cracking up now, leaning into him for support.

Your daughter peeked her head into the kitchen, casual as anything. "So? Can I have one?"

You and Scaramouche looked at each other.

And then he turned to her with a totally serious face and said:

"Ask me again after I finish this cup."

She blinked, then nodded solemnly. "Okay."

As soon as she left, he turned to you with wide eyes. "She’s not serious, right? Right?!"

You smirked and leaned in, voice sweet and deadly: "Well, she did draw a family portrait earlier. And it had four people in it."

Scaramouche looked at the ceiling like it might give him divine answers.

You kissed his cheek. "You’d survive another one."

He gave you a look. "I barely survived the first one."

"But you’d do it again, wouldn’t you?"

He stared at you.

And then slowly, reluctantly, lovingly... sighed. "Only if it comes out as chill as me and not like a glitter-bombed hurricane."

You raised your mug to clink his. "We’ll see."

And in the living room, your daughter had already drawn a new family photo.

This one had a baby in it.

And the baby?

Had Scaramouche’s exact scowl.

He was doomed.

And he loved every second of it anyway.

[kunimeowmeow]

Sobbing

"The Littlest Things: A Baby?"

a/n: Married life with Scara has me giggling and kicking my feet every time — but writing him softly asking about having a baby? Yeah, I melted.

pairing: scaramouche x you

genre: fluff

The house was already quiet.

Dinner had been finished hours ago. The dishes were done, the lights dimmed, and the scent of clean sheets and your favorite candle still lingered in the bedroom air.

Your playlist of soft, sleepy love songs played quietly in the background — not loud enough to distract, just enough to fill the silence between your shared breaths.

Scaramouche had his arms around you, just the way he always did after a long day. You were laying chest to chest, legs tangled under the blanket, one of his hands absentmindedly stroking your back while the other stayed curled behind your head.

You loved this part of the night — when the world felt far away and Scara was just yours. No distractions, no sharp remarks, just warmth and weight and slow, lazy affection.

He always relaxed more like this. His tone softer. His walls lowered.

"Comfy?" he murmured into your hair.

"Mmhm. You’re warm."

"You’re clingy."

"You’re the one holding me like a stuffed toy."

"Maybe because you look like one."

You giggled and lifted your head slightly to look at him. He looked so pretty like this — loose hair falling over his forehead, lips slightly parted, sleepy eyes softened in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Married life had made him a little more tender, even if he still tried to hide it.

You leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. "You’re staring."

He didn’t deny it. Just smiled a little. "Can’t I look at my spouse?"

"You’re being sappy."

"So?"

"So, I like it," you whispered.

Scaramouche hummed, his thumb brushing lazy patterns against your hip. You thought maybe that was the end of it — that the two of you would slip into sleep like usual. But then his fingers paused. His lips parted like he was about to speak. And then… hesitation.

You could feel it.

"Scara?"

"…Can I tell you something?"

Your brows lifted a little. You nodded. "Of course."

He was quiet for a second — too quiet. His expression unreadable, but not distant. More like he was gathering courage for something.

"I… don’t know why I’m thinking about this now," he began, voice soft and slow, "but… what would you think if we… had a baby?"

You blinked. You weren’t sure you heard him right at first. "Are you serious?"

He didn’t look away. "I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t."

You sat up just slightly, supported by your elbow as you looked down at him. His hand stayed on your waist, his gaze steady but nervous. Like part of him was scared you’d laugh or brush it off.

"I thought you didn’t like kids," you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.

"I didn’t. I mean… I didn’t think I did." His eyes softened. "But lately I keep imagining it. Not random kids — ours. You. Me. A tiny little someone who looks like both of us."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"I picture you holding them in the kitchen in the mornings," he murmured. "And me sitting beside you while they nap on your chest. I think about decorating a little room, going to doctor appointments, folding ridiculous baby clothes. I don’t know. It just keeps popping into my head, and I don’t hate it."

You didn’t say anything at first. You were still caught on the image of him folding baby clothes and sitting beside you while a tiny little bundle snuggled on your chest. And the way he said ours like it was the most sacred word in the world.

"…Scara," you whispered. "I didn’t know you’d been thinking about that."

He looked away, suddenly bashful. "I wasn’t sure if I should bring it up. I didn’t want to pressure you. Or make it weird."

"It’s not weird," you said softly. "It’s… kind of beautiful."

He blinked.

You leaned in and kissed him again — slower this time. With more meaning. And when you pulled back, your hand rested on his chest, right over his heart.

"I’ve thought about it too," you admitted. "Not seriously. Not planning or anything. But sometimes, I’ll see someone holding a baby and think… I wonder what that would be like with you. I wonder what kind of dad you’d be."

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind do you think?"

"The kind that pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves every second of it."

He scoffed. "Lies."

"The kind that rocks them to sleep while complaining the whole time."

"Only if you’re not helping."

You giggled, and he smiled, pulling you down into his arms again.

"…So?" he asked quietly. "Do you think… someday?"

You placed your hand over his on your stomach, heart full.

"Yeah," you whispered. "Someday sounds really, really nice."

He didn’t say anything for a moment — just buried his face into your shoulder and let out the softest breath you’d ever heard.

And when he pulled you closer and pressed the lightest kiss to your temple, he whispered one last thing before you both drifted off to sleep,

"…Maybe someday… sooner than later."

[kunimeowmeow]

Mission Failed Successfully?

"You're so annoying"

"Yeah? I prefer to call it being persistent"

synopsis: the first call was a mistake. and so was the second. scaramouche was this close to exiting this godforsaken app. but then your name popped up. and the photo of you holding up some stupid cat. definitely not cute. before he can catch himself, he's already clicking "answer".

oh well, third times a charm right?

pairing: scaramouche x gen!reader

warning: casual swearing, lightly suggestive if you squint your eyes, multiple characters smoke

tags: modern au, online dating, usage of an app somewhat similar to omegle, fluff, some angst here and there, mild chatfic, heavy pining, scara is called kunikuzushi

status: pending...

a/n: if you saw this before, no you didn't lmao. anyways, yooooo first ever scara fic series?? i'm actually very hyped and excited for this. been wanting to do some sort of series for a while now. i will try to post a new chapter every week btw, possibly every sunday. could post double chapters if i finish them early. anyways, sorry for making y'all wait <3.

taglist: @rizakari, @scaraenthusiast1, @yu-yumii, @kyouzki, @sketcheeee, @lalalaloveallmydays, @soyqu, @lordbugs

(kindly comment or message me to get added!)

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ADDITIONAL NOTES: art by @o1rinette on twt

[kunimeowmeow]

Hi, I'm Lyx! I enjoy writing fanfictions (but I suffer from procrastination so most of them stay as wips 💀. I'm working on it tho). I mainly write about my bbg Scara most of the time so the fics I post will be about him. Moved from @lala-lyx.

I mainly write fluff and some angst. For more explicit stuff, I do add warnings and tags so be sure to read them first before proceeding with the fic.

Feel free to request stories if you'd like although there's a chance it'll take me longer to finish them. Sorry about that 😔.

[One-shots]

Quarrels and Quiet Confessions - scaramouche x gn!reader

[Series]

Mission Failed Successfully? - scaramouche x gen!reader

[Others]