#Scaramouce x y/n

[gabriel-xander]

I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 7

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

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Chapter 7: He Totally Loves Your Letters

Fiddling nervously with your hands, you sit silently at the table while Childe, Zhongli, Kazuki... and two other people talk with each other about the recent passing of Rex Lapis, the God of Geo, and, like, 50 other fancy titles.

You're not gonna lie, his "death" was a little funny to you. Honestly, it kind of looked like Lady Ningguang was the one who did it. She did this whole performance thing and shot this power into the sky. Two seconds later, a great dragon fell out of the sky dead as hell.

No one seems to think about it like that, though.

Anyway, the two other guests that Zhongli and Childe were talking to were:

The Traveler and Paimon.

They are the man(s), the myth, the legend...

The Traveler, who introduced himself as Aether, was actually very pretty. You first confused him as a young man, a potential little baby, a little son you can spoil because he's just a little guy. But alas, that is not the case with him. He looked a little sad when he had to correct you about his age.

You and Kazuki were already with Zhongli at Liuli Pavilion when Childe arrived with Aether and Paimon. That's when you officially met them both, and Aether's aura was one of someone who has lived and experienced more than you can ever imagine. Aether wasn't very talkative, instead the weird fairy, Paimon, did most of it on his behalf.

Kazuki puts a hand on your bouncing thigh, giving you a passive look. Calm down, he's telling you.

You smile at him.

You were only nervous since you were unsure if the Traveler and Paimon knew of your true identity, and you didn't want to go around announcing that if you could help it.

"In fact," Zhongli looks at you with a smile, "[Y/n], why don't you accompany us? You have always shown interest in my work before, and I can allow you to witness it firsthand just this once if you'd like."

Wait, what? You were not paying attention.

"Uh, I–Sorry, I zoned out," You laugh nervously, "What did you want my help with?"

"It's not like you to be so out of focus," Kazuki teases, nudging your leg.

You scoff, "Leave me alone, I zoned out for not even a minute."

Childe chuckles, "The Traveler, Paimon, and Mr. Zhongli were just discussing the fulfillment of the memorial service for the passing of Rex Lapis. I agree with him, I think it'd be a good opportunity for you to learn. You do always ask him about it, after all."

You laugh sheepishly, embarrassed at how easily they keep revealing that.

It's not that you're super interested in the work of a funeral consultant, more so the stories Zhongli always shared about the clients. He always knows so much, and he's so knowledgeable about that dead person's life, and you don't know why, but you just love hearing about it.

You wouldn't consider yourself a "dang I love people" type of person, but life itself is so wonderful to you. You love hearing about life through a person who seemed like he experienced so much of it.

After all, your fascination with life itself is the reason why you became a Fatui, to begin with. You're given resources to travel the world and study the land under the guise of doing work. You especially love learning about the history of Teyvat, the Abyss, Celestia, and Khaenri'ah, kind of like lore hunting.

"Is-Is it really okay if I come, Mr. Zhongli?"

Still, you have to ask. Childe never hid his identity from Zhongli, so you never bothered either, he knows you three are of Fatuus. Is it really okay with him if you go along knowing that there's the possibility that your superior will ask something suspicious of you?

La Signora hasn't yet, but still. Surely he knows?

He nods with a smile, "Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise."

You light up and sit up straighter, "Then yeah! Of course! Thank you for having me!"

"Hm," The brunette nods, "Now then if we have agreed, come with me. We will speak of the details as we walk."

It wasn't until after your group left (leaving poor Kazuki with Childe) that the ginger asked his subordinate a question.

"Do you think... [Y/n] would be upset with me if I had asked her to be a double agent while with Mr. Zhongli?"

Kazuki nods immediately, "Yes, My Liege. Unfortunately, you two are friends now. Though she tries not to show it, she is quite sensitive. Especially when it comes to the topic of friends. Why do you think before meeting you, she was only friends with me?"

"I just thought she was a loner," Childe raises a brow.

"No. Her philosophy is: that betrayal hurts because it can only come from the people you care about. And in this line of business, that is inevitable. Now that you are her friend, you fall under that category," The Pyro vision user hums as he sloshes around the drink in his hand, "I personally have no issue with it, but for [Y/n], never mix friends and business with her."

Tartaglia had to think to himself for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to become your friend at all. He doesn't regret it, but it does make situations like these more difficult. It took a while for you to even want to warm up to him, so... No, he doesn't want to risk it so soon by asking you to spy on your guys' mutual friend.

"Wait," Childe frowns at Kazuki, "What did you mean earlier when you said, "Unfortunately we're friends?"

The man with light brown eyes smirks very slightly, nearly unnoticeable, "Because you are a Harbinger, My Liege. And your task here requires violent actions, remember? You're going to do something that upsets her, and she's going to cut you off. It's inevitable."

...

Childe slams his forehead on the table.

Well... fuck.

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You lightly smack your cheek, blinking hard to keep yourself awake so late into the night so you don't pass out in the middle of reading.

You're lucky you managed to befriend Jifang, the Boss of Wawen Bookhouse before you knew she was the boss of the place. This ended up working out for you when you wanted to read a book, she'd allow you to "rent" it out rather than a full purchase. She even trusted you to stick around to keep reading even after she closed shop for the day. You'd say you're doing a good job maintaining her trust since you never stole and you always made sure to honor her payment methods.

"So even the Salt God stood amongst the other Gods before the Archon War..." You mutter, reading the next passage out loud, "...before being ruthlessly murdered by one of her own followers."

Holy shit, that's fucked up! Just because she was kind, she had to die? But that doesn't make any sense. If this was during the Archon War, and the God of Salt was technically considered a God of Liyue, why didn't Rex Lapis help her out? Or at least, helped her people so they didn't feel like they had to kill their own God?

You hum to yourself as you keep reading the book: "Her remains are likely to be found somewhere in the ruins of the area known as "Sal Terrae."

The rest of the Volume goes on to talk about the "Flower Toss", or more commonly known in Liyue and Mondstadt, as the "Flower Ball", the God of Salt handed her people a bunch of flowers as a blessing to them. Or at least, if not a blessing, then a small gesture of comfort to stave off the bitterness of the Archon War.

You close shut Volume 1 of Customs of Liyue, neatly putting it back on the shelf from where you got it. Volumes 2 and 3 are about the Rite of Decension and Silk Flowers, both of which you know have nothing to do with the Salt God.

You skim through the spines of the books, trying to find something else of relevance. It's a bit hard to read in the dark, and the only light you have is a lantern above illuminating a small area.

"Ah, here we go. Hopefully, this has something," You muse to yourself, "Volumes 1 and 2 of Records of the Gallant."

Spoilers: it was a fucking bust.

You sigh in irritation as you put the books back after a quick skim. You're starting to get a headache from reading in the dark for hours. Dawn will soon arrive in a few hours, making you dread today's assignments.

You stifle through your Mora bag, pulling out... shit, how many books did you end up reading tonight? You read the full series of Customs of Liyue and Records of the Gallant. Not to mention that you had a quick indulgence of the Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru Teyvat Travel Guides before you were on a spontaneous lore hunt. It was 1,000 Mora for each Volume, and 2,500 Mora for each Travel Guide Volume. (Mind you, this is all half-price since you're "renting" them, and not fully purchasing them for permanent ownership.)

You pout very sadly, parting with 15,000 Mora. You put it in a jar that Jifang leaves out for you to put the Mora in.

Liyue's architect and structure still fucking confuse you to this day, so it takes you a whole fucking hour to get back to the Northland Bank. It seemed that Vlad's shift was over, since now Nadia, the guard of the Northland Bank for the night shift, was outside standing at attention.

You smile at her, and she smiles back when she recognizes you. You think it's funny other Fatuus have a hard time recognizing you without your mask on. You don't like wearing it out when you're not on the clock though, and you haven't been scolded for it so you guess it's fine.

"Hey, there, Nadia. Is Ekaterina still here?" You ask her, holding back a yawn.

"Oh, good evening, [L/n]. Yes, she should still be here. She had a busy day today, you know. So she might be a little cranky," The girl with light brown hair tells you, "Oh! Before you go in, I have news about my new pen-pal!"

"Oh? Do we finally have more information about them?" You smile teasingly.

"Yeah! He's also a guard here at the Northland Bank, but he's on duty during the day, while I'm on duty at night," Nadia nervously pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, "To tell you the truth, I don't even know his name."

Dude... She is literally talking about Vlad. You literally know Vlad.

Still, it's actually pretty cute that she managed to get to him. Vlad is always dry when talking to you, and he never cared for socializing with the people here. You decide to keep his identity a secret from Nadia, you think it'll be cuter for her this way to learn herself.

"One time, I accidentally left the letter I had written to my brother at our post. And then perhaps the other guard mistook it as a letter I left for him. He even wrote me a reply. I could read between the lines and tell that he was probably very lonely, so I thought it would be good along with it to help him this way. But eventually, writing to him also became a part of my life. I've even started looking forward to receiving his letters, hehe...!"

You feel a weird, bittersweet emotion from her words. You wonder if your letters to Scaramouch help him feel any better, wherever he is at the moment. He never wrote back to you, but you're still dedicated to writing to him often.

You... You hope he also looks forward to receiving your letters.

"That's good, Nadia! I hope things keep going well with this mysterious pen-pal," You wink at her, nudging her arm, "Who knows, maybe he's very handsome, too."

She blushes under her mask, though you can barely see it. "I-I... Don't you have to talk to Ekaterina?! Ge-Get going...!"

"Alright, alright," You pull open the door, "Have a good night, Nadia."

"Ye-Yes, you too."

Poor Ekaterina was sitting at the counter doing late-night paperwork. You don't know exactly what her job entails, but you have a funny feeling Childe makes her job more stressful.

"Hello, Ekaterina!" You greet her as cheerfully as you can because you have a feeling that your happiness will make her annoyed.

And you were right.

She glares at you and you feel it through her mask, "[L/n]. What. Is. Wrong. With. You."

"Want me to go alphabetically, or chronologically?"

"...???"

"Never mind," You shake your head, "I want to talk to your boss. Is Lord Childe here?"

"Do you not realize what time it is? He's already retired for the night hours ago, so you'll have to try your luck tomorrow."

"Riiiigt, right. I figured, but I thought I should take my chances anyway. Anyway, I wanted to take out a small loan for myself. I'm finally cashing in my vacation starting tomor–Uh, I guess starting today, I mean."

"Wait. A vacation? That's a bit last minute, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. But I already received permission from the Fair Lady, so I'm being responsible, don't worry."

"Yes, I figured as much, otherwise you wouldn't have bothered. But still, don't you want to wait? I mean, the Rite of Parting is the day after tomorrow. Don't you want to stick around for it?

You furrow your brows and cross your arms, "Not to be callous, but no. There's something else I'm more interested in, and I know I'll be way too restless to wait any longer so I'll just do it now."

Ekaterina looks put off by your attitude since you're usually more amendable to reason but it seems that doesn't apply whenever it comes to your own personal interests/research. Ah, but she knows that Childe wouldn't want you to go since he likes you, he's admitted to that before in passing. And Kazuki might have some reservations about it as well, or maybe, he'd even want to go with you.

"I-I see. Well... Alright, then," Ekaterina says with a slight sigh, "Give me a moment to finish up here, and I'll get to the paperwork for the withdrawal."

"Sure, take your time," You smile, "Actually, I'll be leaving now to get sleep. We can get this sorted out in a few hours after some rest, right?"

"Yes, that will be fine. Have a good rest, [L/n]."

"You too, Ekaterina."

You turn around to leave, but you don't get to the door.

"Ah–Wait! I almost forgot!"

You turn around at Ekaterina's sudden shout. You walk back curiously as she shuffles through a stack of papers from behind her desk. You don't rush her, waiting patiently as you lean on the desk. She picks up a small stack of papers, and dreadfully, you believe that it is all yours. To your luck, she stifles through them and separates a slightly thick envelope wrapped in a thin, red string before handing them to you.

Thank God.

You smile and mutter out thanks, taking the envelope from the woman before leaving the bank. You recognize the envelope as being the common ones used in Snezhnaya, more precisely, used at the Zapolyarny Palace. There wasn't a wax seal or a name though, only that it was addressed to you: [Y/n] [L/n], written very neatly. Just from holding it, you can feel there are other papers inside it.

Walking back to the place you and the other Fatuus are staying at takes another about two hours because Liyue is fucking huge. You left the bank around 23:35, but you don't get to your location until 1:42. You hate it here. However, the air is crisp and cool, so you didn't mind the walk too much. There were only a few people out since there were some shops open this late at night. You wave to a few you pass by regularly, though you wouldn't say you're on friendly terms with them, you see each other often enough to at least say hi.

Your identity as a Fatui isn't exactly a secret, so, commonly, you'll get the cold shoulder and unwarranted disrespect. However, you're friendly and outwardly honest enough that you managed to get a good majority of Liyue to like you... Enough.

You still experience distrust and discrimination because of your occupation. You guess there's just no helping it.

Entering your room, you make sure to lock the door behind you and shuck off your coat. You tilt your head side to side, flopping down on your bed face first.

You're ready to pass out then and there, but you're curious about the mail in your hands. You push yourself up and kick off your shoes, moving further up the bed so you can sit cross-legged.

There are separate letters inside it, one addressed to La Signora, one addressed to Tartaglia, and one to yourself. Strange, the main mail was addressed to you, so why did you get Signora's and Childe's letters as well? Was it a mistake?

Either way, you don't want to get in trouble and risk it, so you'll only open yours. You'll just have to make sure to give these out to their proper owners in the morning after you sleep. There isn't a wax seal, so it was easy enough to retrieve the hand-written letter.

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06 . 08 . XXXX

To My Faithful Servant,

I hope you haven't been completely useless without me for the past six months. It HAS been six months, right? At least for you anyway, but that's beside the point.

I've finally returned to Snezhnaya as of this morning, though I'll be staying at Zapolyarny Palace for another month to complete some work for the Doctor. For your own safety, I advise you to stay where you are in Liyue until I have time to get you myself.

Actually, I think it'd be better if you start working under Tartaglia until then, I don't trust that witch as far as I can throw her. I'll write up an appeal for you to give over to Signora and Tartaglia separately. I'll make sure to include them in the letter before sending it out.

Anyway, you can stop worrying so much. If I knew you'd send letters this frequently, I would've just brought you instead. But now that I think about it, you probably would give me a big headache the whole time, so never mind.

If you want to keep sending your pointless letters, then be my guest. I won't bother replying, but at least that way I know you're still alive and I won't need to hire a new second in command.

You're extremely lucky I happen to find you tolerable. When I see you again, be ready to be put to work.

From "Your Dearest,"

Scaramouche

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You scoff out a laugh, get up from your bed, and hurry to your desk.

Fuck that guy, you're writing back immediately. As a matter of fact, you don't give a fuck, you're going to be sappy as fuck because you'll admit, you miss that cuck. From the date, he sent this last week. If you send it first thing tomorrow, then he should receive it in a week as well.

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Scaramouche sighs quietly, closing the door to his chambers gently as he simply lacks the energy for anything else. He's finding himself to be more monotonous as of late, maybe due to the temporary routine of his life. It hasn't even been two weeks since he returned to the Zapolyarny Palace and he's already getting bored of his time here.

He has to endure the Doctor's experiments since returning, doing his own fucking paperwork because while he usually has you doing it, he doesn't trust his other subordinates with it.

He does nothing but train, endure experiments, paperwork, and repeat.

And now it's time for the last part of his routine.

Paperwork.

He sits down at his desk, glaring at the stacks of paper with hatred and disdain, snatching his fountain pen aggressively to get started-

The top of the stack was an envelope with a wax seal he recognized immediately. He drops the pen and carefully (but eagerly) takes the letter and unseals the wax with practiced habit. Scaramouche doesn't realize he's smiling as the familiar scent of your perfume gets stronger when he takes out the letter. He doesn't understand why, but you've always done that with the letters.

He can't say he hates it though.

Ah, the date is from last week. Did you send this the day you got his letter?

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06 . 15 . XXXX

To My Dearest, Loveliest, Most Criminally Insane Boss,

It's wonderful to hear from you, My Lord! It's okay to admit that you missed me too, I promise to keep it a secret.

I can't lie, I was very happy to hear that you are okay and back at the Palace that I hate spelling. I hope the Doctor hasn't been too overbearing for you, I know how much he displeases you and that's putting it lightly. Let us both pray the days go by fast for us so this month can be over.

I imagine you must have wonderful stories to tell from your time away, I expect nothing less from the mighty Harbinger such as yourself!

...

Are you getting annoyed yet? Haha! Sorry, maybe being in Liyue for this long has put me in too good of a mood lately. There are so many fascinating things about this place and so many things to learn about. Actually, tomorrow I'm taking a short vacation to visit Sal Terrae with (hopefully) my companion, Kazuki. Did you know that the God of Salt was most likely killed by her own people? Well, that's actually why I want to visit it, to confirm it myself. I doubt I'll make any paper about it, this is just to sedate my own curiosity.

I just realized you won't care for this... I don't have the energy to rewrite this though so tough luck.

Anyway, later this morning (it will already have passed by the time you get this) will be the Rite of Parting for Rex Lapis. I already told you in another letter, but that bitch dead as hell. Not to sound disrespectful, but I'm not NEARLY as interested in that as I am for the God of Salt. Hopefully, Lord Childe and Kazuki can tell me about it, I'm sure they'll both be participating.

Sorry for rambling, I tend to do that too much in all my letters don't I? Why is that? Probably because it's easier to talk to you like this when I'm not in pimp-slapping range. And I can't see the disgust on your face because I can't shut the fuck up. Sorry, ignore that.

I'll wrap this up now. You said I don't have to keep writing to you, but then I'd be making your life too easy, and we can't have that, can we?

Take care, and I'll write again next week with another update.

Your Wonderful, Favorite, Totally Amazing Servant,

[Y/n]

[L/n]

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The Balladeer shakes his head with a smile, opening the top drawer to put it alongside the other letters he's kept. Though, he pauses right as he's about to set it down.

He sets it back on the table and opens up another drawer where he keeps his papers and envelopes.

It'd just be rude to not write back. Not that he particularly cares if he hurts your feelings or not, but this is a lot better than doing fucking paperwork.

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06 . 21 . XXXX

To My Wonderful, Favorite, Totally Amazing Servant,

These titles are getting ridiculous, and frankly, too tiresome to write.

You're right about one thing, I DO miss you... I miss you doing all my paperwork for me, that's for damn sure. I never realized how tiresome and boring it was to do this, is this what you go through? If so, Thank GOD I won't have to do it for much longer. Once you return to my side, you're going to be very busy catching up on all the work I don't want to do.

I'm afraid I don't have anything worth sharing on my time away, so I'll have to disappoint you with that. From what you've told me, that seems to be the complete opposite of your time in Liyue. You certainly seem happier there than in Snezhnaya, perhaps you ought to stay there.

I at least know you tend to get too caught up in your research. If I didn't know any better, I could've mistaken you for a Sumeru Scholar. Maybe the Haravat Darshan would take you eagerly, though I don't know much about the Akademiya to make a proper guess.

Why don't you give me a brief essay on the God of Salt as a practice assessment once you finish your investigation? I'll determine for you whether you'll get accepted or not; I figure you'll be done with Sal Terrae once you receive this. But be warned, I won't hold back so don't disappoint me with your essay, or I'll be forced to give you a failing grade.

What did Childe tell you about the Rite of Parting? Did anything interesting happen, or is it as boring as all funerals?

You know, you're not as irritating as everyone else who works for me. If you made it sound interesting, then perhaps I can tolerate you telling me more of your knowledge in person.

No promises, though.

By the time you get this, I might already be on the way to Liyue. How about this instead of waiting for me in Liyue, why don't you start making your way to Mondstadt? The Jester wants me to do something for him in the nation of Freedom, so it'll be less of a hassle to meet you there instead. I can trust you to travel alone and make it there alive, right?

I hate to be disappointed in you over something so simple.

Your Dearest, Loveliest, Most Cri

Ugh, like I said. Too much of a hassle.

Sincerely,

Scaramouche

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A/N: I actually read ALL books of ​​​​​​"Customs of Liyue" and "Records of the Gallant" from the Genshin Archives in game to get the information I wrote down. Not only that, I was walking place to place to determine the lore-accurate time it takes to get from Point A to Point B. It's a thankless job but it must be done.

[lxkeeeee]

WORSHIP

—husband! scaramouche x fem kitsune wife! reader

synopsis: the balladeer doesn't just kneel nor bow down to anyone, whether you're someone high ranking than him, an adeptus, or a deity; he wouldn't give a shit to who the fuck you are—unless you are his wife, his beloved wife that he would burn the world for.

genre: smut

warnings: switch scaramouche, cheeky little shit, switch reader, slightly brat scara, teasing, marking, uses of pet names like ‘my lady’ or ‘my love/dearest’ and nipple play, and cursing because this is scaramouche we're talking about, reader has mommy vibes. Just imagine Kafka from Honkai Star Rail akhsjanaka

notes: anyone under ages of 18 are warned to read this but I know y'all just turn a blind eye to this or suddenly can't read ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

the link mentioned in the ask.

Scaramouche doesn't kneel or bow down to just anyone like that. Status? He doesn't give a shit who the fuck you are—a Qixing? An Adeptus? A God? They're just rocks he could just step on towards his path to godhood.

Well, there is one exception. His wife.

His eyes stared at his wife's figure—standing Infront of their shelf of abundant books, her back facing him, a red silk dress adorning her body that highlights all of her curves, a small slit near her left thigh and he can see a holster strapped in the said thigh and equipped with her favorite dagger that of course he gifted to her on her 500th birthday. Her [h/c] ears standing tall and alert, occasionally flinching in each sound, her fox like tail swinging side to side as she eagerly read through the pages of the book she was holding, Scaramouche can't helped but chuckle.

What's up with kitsune's having an obsession with books? He thought to himself as he crosses his arms, making his arms more defined against his sleeveless black turtleneck, leaning his back against the chair he was sitting on as he admired his wife, indigo eyes filled with love yet a hint of desire, a small smirk on his unfairly attractive face like he was sculpted by a god—which he is and was abandoned right after. Can you blame him? She's extremely attractive and with that dress? He has to hold back a moan as he run his fingers through his indigo hair.

Comrade you're so down bad.

Childe's voice echoed in his head, Scaramouche doesn't know what the fuck down bad means. Teenagers.

He shook his head as he slowly stood up from where he sat, approaching his wife.

Her fox ears twitch at the sound of her husband's footsteps, she was about to turn to look at him when she felt his arms slowly wrapped around her waist and his head leaned on her shoulder, her back pressed against his chest, [y/n] chuckles as she can hear a playful hum from him, she raised an eyebrow at him as she felt him nuzzle his head at the crook of her neck.

“What's gotten into you my love?” she asked with a teasing voice as her fingers flipped a page from the book she was reading and Scaramouche just closed his eyes as he continues to nuzzle into her neck, using his hands on her waist to guide her to body face him, earning him more confused looks from her.

The purple haired man just gave her half lidded eyes as he cupped her cheeks, “Do you know what day it is today my love?” he whispered as his thumb caressed her jawline, her eyes widen, “It's not our anniversary right?” she asked with a playful voice which earned her a playful flick into her forehead.

“Idiot it's not our anniversary, it's still months away.”

“Then what is it?” she asked, clearly confused and Scaramouche could only chuckle at her dumbfounded look.

“It's mother's day my love.” he whispered making the woman widen her eyes before she chuckles, “But I'm not a mother?”

Scaramouche chuckled as he leaned towards her, their foreheads touching, “Not yet but you will be once we succeed.” He whispered, subconsciously rubbing her stomach feeling the smooth silk in his fingers. She shivered a little bit before a small pout appears on her lips, “Still I'm not yet a mother, my dearest.” Which Scaramouche shush her up by placing his fingers into her lips, “Then let me treat you so well as the mother of our future children.” He whispered before pulling her towards him by her chin.

Warmth. So soft.

Scaramouche can feel his eyes roll back as he thoroughly enjoyed his wife's lips, sucking and biting it gently. The sounds of her moans fueling his desires for her. Slowly going down, kissing the silk like fabric as he did so, kneeling down, stopping by the dress slit near her leg, kissing the exposed skin slowly and sensually. The female could only look in anticipation as her heart thumps loudly against her ribcage, skin feeling like it's on fire.

The Balladeer can only smirk at the way she looked at him—so eager, so excited.

But then again he can't exactly say he doesn't feel the same way—after all he's like a moth and she's a flame, he's so drawn to her, the fiery personality she has that just clashed perfectly against his.

He even thinks that she's his twin flame, the other half of his soul. She makes him complete.

His hands caressed gently the sides of her thighs, his long and slender hands pulling the silk like fabric up to expose her skin. The kitsune's hands shake with every touch he gave to her, each kiss sending shocks down her spine. Breathing became heavy, desperately trying to keep on holding her book. She let out a stuttery chuckle before taking a deep breath, “You really can't keep your hands off me, can you?” she asked with teasing tone in her voice, [e/c] eyes filled with mischief and dark with lust, her hands immediately going down to cup her husband's face and tilt it up to make him look at her, Scaramouche looked up and see the mischievous look on his wife's eyes, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped a little bit before giving her a smirk, indigo eyes darkened.

“I supposed I really can't keep my hands off you, My lady.” He whispers before slowly standing up, planting small kisses onto her neck and towards her lips. His slender hands found its way to her waist, pulling her close to him as much as possible, her book has been long gone forgotten and is now laying flat on the floor. Her hands found its way to his indigo hair, tugging the strands harshly making the man groan in between the heated kiss.

Tongues fighting for control, soft moans leaving each other's lips as their lips moved against one another, biting and sucking.

They pull away—one with a smirk on his face and the other breathing heavily, yet equally has a bruised and swollen lips.

Scaramouche smirked before pulling her again to a passionate kiss, pulling away before pushing her against the shelves of multiple arrays of books, pining her hands above her with his hand.

She grunted a bit as she felt her back hit the hardcover books before feeling her hands being pinned above her head, face immediately flushing a deep red as she watched the infuriating smirk on her husband's stupidly handsome face.

His free hand found it's way into her left breast, feeling the silk rubbed against her oh so sensitive bud, making her moan softly.

Scaramouche chuckled as he watched her moan and whine under his mercy, his thumb rubbing over the familiar nub against her silk dress.

“Look at you being a moaning mess against my fingers, so eager.” He teased, a smirk on his face. Her eye twitched a little, feeling embarrassed that his hands really do wonders to her body, “I really like spoiling you too much, My lady.” He smirked as their lips found each other again, He has to hold back a moan as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every nook and crevices. He slowly pushed her against the shelf, her back hitting the hardback covers of the books, she let out a small grunt at the action, already feeling heat creep up in between her legs which made her rubbed her thighs together for some friction. He pins her hands above her head before giving her a smirk—using one hand underneath her chin to tilt her head up to make her look at him—Scaramouche knows, he wants to fuck you so bad but today is your day and so he has to take it slow. “Ssshh, Let me spoil you my lady.” he sensually say against her ears as he used a hand to slip under her dress and rubbed his hands around her breast, feeling the laces of her bra against his skin.

She softly moaned as his fingers began to tease her sensitive nipples, “Mhm... Ahh~ You're s-such a tease.” she stammers in between moans making him let out a playful chuckle as he continue to cup her breast as he kissed her gently—his slightly chapped lips against her soft ones, which reminds him that he forgot to wear a lip balm today. “Is that a complain I hear? I thought my dearest wife loved my teasing?” he asked against her lips—making her let out small gasps and whimpers, “Ah, ha~ of course not.” she gasped out as she felt his hand moved from her breast to her fox ears, scratching behind it, her eyes rolling back, her hands desperately wanting to hold her husband but her wrist is currently pinned down above her head.

“That's it, just like that my lady. Don't hold back your moans.” he seductively says before speaking again, “Because you'll be doing that all night.”

Needless to say, The Balladeer spoiled his wife that night.

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notes: well this took a long time to write hahahaha anyways. To the moms, single moms, plant moms, furbaby moms, sugar mommies and all moms out there—belated happy mother's day<3

to my dear anon/s sorry this took a long time, uni has really drained all my energy rip.

[bellsxwriting]

٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ .23 Confess your sins

Scaramouche emerged from his room to the sight of Childe lying on the sofa, arm over his eyes and groaning at the sudden noise, 

“Hangover hit you like a bitch, huh?”

“You’re one to talk Scara, how's that bruise from Y/N’s slap treating you?” Childe made eye contact with him as he raised his hand to his cheek, 

“Fuck off Ajax…”

“Oh, you're pulling that out?” He laughed slightly, sitting up, “Tell me, Kunikuzushi, just how did you fuck up so badly that Y/N slapped you?”

He sat on the sofa next to Childe, his head in his hands, and sighed,

“I saw them with that fuck-boy, what's his name…?”

“Kaeya?”

“Yeah. I got pissed, thought they'd be happier without me”

“Standard for you”

“Would you just shut up for two seconds God?” He looked to the ground and sighed, “I acted on impulse. I was drunk. I called them a whore-”

“You called Y/N a whore?!” Childe for once looked shocked, “Bro you can't do that”

“Yeah, I'm fucking aware ok? I doubt they're gonna want to talk to me again after all that”

“I can't understand your thought process here…” Childe stood up and headed to the kitchen,

“And then fucking Kazuha-”

“You say something?” Finally, Kazuha had crawled out of bed, hair a mess and shirt still off, 

“Oh, you're kidding me…” Scaramouce stood, fire in his eyes and fists clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white, “So you did fuck.”

“Who? Me and Y/N? No…not this time” He shook his head before moving past and heading to the kitchen,

“The fuck do you mean this time?!”

“Why do you care Scaramouche? You two are definitely not together and you did little to help their breakdown last night.” 

“Because I fucking love them ok?!”

The two men looked over at him as silence filled the room, Scaramouche sat bad down, again putting his head in his hands and sighing loudly, 

“Fuck…” 

“Childe who had Scaramouche confessing first?” 

“I think Venti and Tighnari had that bet down”

“Huh…go figure” 

“You placed fucking bets on my love life?!”

“Buddy, we place bets on everyone's love life” Kazuha laughed, carrying his cup of water back to his room, 

“Oh Scaramouche, I suggest you go for Y/N…before someone else gets there first” 

“Fuck off druggie” Kazuha raised his middle finger and went back to his room and Scaramouche sat there, staring at the ceiling in thought; my god he really fucked this one up, huh?

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Previous . Next . Masterlist 

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- I hope you guys are enjoying so far! I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I already have the ending and all the chapters planned!

Taglist <3

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[is-nini]

Scaramouce x reader x Albedo

Finding out you have a hand kink, and is simping for their hand.

Albedo

Scaramouce

(this is what i think their hands will look like.... Enjoy!)

You have been dating Scaramouce and Albedo for about 5 months now, your relationship has been sailing smoothly this far. Both of them has been treating you like a princess, their little girl and you have been enjoying allll of their attention on you.

One thing they would notice once in a while is how you love to play with their hand. It's cute but they got kinda very curious as to why. Scaramouce and Albedo does know a little about kinks and sexual fantasy, it turns out the innocent boys are not that innocent and you had no idea about it.

You have always loved their hands- you love them so so much too but if you have too choose your favourite part about their body, it would be their hand.

Albedo's hand is very soft.. Albedo's hand is like a trap. It looks soft and a little veiny but his grip is STRONG and that's when he will be flexing his veins, he doesn't even notice it.

Scaramouce on the other hand his hand is veinyyyyyy! He is a veiny boi, his hand is a little bit rough because of him using his electro vision but you don't mind! You love it so much.

Albedo and Scaramouce is very different and no one can tell that they knew eachother, which is fine because they don't really care for other people's opinions on them and their life but you are a different story. They care A LOT on how you look at them and what you think of them. They love you and wanted to pleasure you so everything that you like shall come true.

Because of that, they confronted you about it.

"Hey princess".

Albedo whisper to you. While the three of you are on the bed, Scaramouce is laying beside you, one of his hand went behind your head as you use his hand as your pillow, as you stroke Scaramouce's free hand. Albedo, on the other side with his glasses on, and a book on one hand. You hold Albedo's free hand, occasionally letting it go so that Albedo can flip the pages.

"Hmn?"

You hum out as you keep playing with the both of their hand. Scaramouce looks up at him with one eyebrow raised, wondering if Albedo was about to ask the thing that they have been wondering, with a slight nod from Albedo, Scaramouce decided to take control.

"why do you like our hands so much?".

He asked. Hearing that you stopped, you know you have a kink. A hand kink, you simp for their hand and that's why you loved them so so much.

Being asked why you like their hand, you are at loss what if you said their hand is pretty.. it will seems weird.

Feeling the akward silence Scaramouce stroke your body on the sides up and down, trying to get you to relax more. You know what he is doing, it's not the first time he had done that. As usual, they knew what and how to make you calm and once you're calm you usually spill everysingle secret that you held at that point and so you did.

With a sigh and a blush on your face you tell them.

"y-your hand is pretty.."

Albedo blink and look at Scaramouce with a smile on his face. You like their hand? That's so sweet of you.

"ohw.. you do?".

Albedo cooed as you nod your head and hide your face on the pillow, Albedo and Scaramouce can see the redness on your ear.

"ahw that's so cute Princess".

Scaramouce tease you. His hand goes between your fave and pillow, and slowly inserting his finger on your lips, getting the hint Albedo put away his book and went closer to you.

"what if we only play with you with our hand?"

He asked, teasing you while you whine gently around Scaramouce's finger. They laugh, Albedo smile gently while Scaramouce is smirking.

Your body is trembling as they stroke every inch of your body with their hand, they cooed at your attempt to go slip away but they are faster and stronger, gripping your hand. Albedo takes a cuff from the desk beside the bed and gave one too Scaramouce as they pin you down.

"be a good girl and take our hand okay?".

Scaramouce whisper. The night went very heatedly, screams and moans comes from your bed room, going on for all night long.

[hqrbinger]

everybody loves somebody.

summary; there's something off every time scaramouche tries to find a partner.... pairings; scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; angst angst angst, no beta, uhhh mcd (reader is already dead), what scara is doing here is not healthy bestie scar pls get some help, unhealthy coping mechanism?? (scar trying to cope with your death), do i even have to say hes ooc? notes; this song,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man this SONG i have been obsessed with 50s love songs so much lately i am so down bad for this one especially,,,, it can be used in like a love fic or whatever this sick idea is the possibilities are literally endless i am so sorry if this is shit, i literally wrote and rewrote this 100 times bc i had a very specific vibe/vision i wanted and i rlly struggled to capture it (and i cant tell if i even did capture what i wanted) but anyway

song; everybody loves somebody- dean martin (pls it makes it so much better to listen while reading)

vv special ty to @alonelysimp for helping me out a bunch w this fic <333 literally wouldnt be possible without all the help xe gave me love u lots bestie

everybody loves somebody sometime.

scaramouche felt sick. he sat at the table with a slightly exasperated expression, his tired eyes staring, calculating, at the chair at the other end. when sultry hands smoothed over his shoulders, his expression only darkened.

these were not your hands.

"scara?" the hands' voice asked. "are you alright?"

and that was not your voice.

he turned, disgust shining through his forced smile.

"get out."

and although my dream is overdue.

he was tired. he was so, so tired of looking into eyes that weren't yours, holding hands that weren't yours, kissing lips that weren't yours.

they weren't you.

none of them were you.

but he couldn't seem to stop searching, pursuing an impossible dream with an insatiable desperation. yet every time he thought he had finally found someone, it all felt wrong.

no, no, no.

this hair is too light.

these eyes are too dull.

they all just weren't the right fit. it was fine. he just needed to try again. he just needed to try harder.

your love made it well worth waiting...

scaramouche dug his nails into his palms, all alone once again. frustration simmered under his skin, threatening to boil over.

it wasn't working.

why isn't it working?

he had been asking the same question all along, but a new, uncomfortable query had dug its claws into his mind.

would anyone truly be able to be like you?

could there really be anyone who had those eyes that rivaled the brightest of stars, or that voice that put ocean waves to shame? would anyone be able to view him the same way you did? to love him the same way you did?

archons, how he missed you. the longing, the need, the desperation for you to be back in his arms was beyond all reason, and sometimes it almost felt like too much.

but it was alright. he would be able to find someone like you if he had to search the entirety of teyvat. someone ought to be able to fill the gaping void shaped like you.

for someone.... like you.

even if he had to force them in.

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Ghost! Kirin Scaramouche X Male Reader {Genshin Impact X Monster Hunter Crossover}

A/N: in this crossover, Scaramouche had died from unknown causes, leaving his boyfriend, Y/N heartbroken, but he comes back as a ghost but in a form of a Kirin and comforts Y/N.

Ever since the Fatui told you that Scaramouche died, you were never the same after that, you grieved and grieved for his death, wishing that he wasn't actually dead. Despite you not being in the Fatui, they've tolerated the relationship between the two of you since you often visit the headquarters of the Fatui just to see him, and he'd always enjoyed your company when he was alive. If he ever wanted to see you he would often stop by at your house in Inazuma, and you two would cuddle before falling asleep.

You were sitting on your bed while holding a picture of you and Scaramouche, you looked at it for a few minutes before you started to cry, despite Scaramouche being extremely stern towards his subordinates and colleagues, he was always caring and selfless towards you. You continued to look at the picture before you heard a knock at your door, "coming," you said before wiping your tears, you came to the door and opened it only to see Childe with a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey Y/N, I just wanted to check on you, are you okay?" He asked in a concerned tone, "yeah, I'm okay," you replied while sniffling, "everything's going to be alright Y/N, I promise," Childe said before giving you a warm hug, "I just miss him so much," you said before hugging him back and crying profusely, "I know Y/N, I know," Childe replied. "I'm going outside to get some fresh air," you said while still sniffling, "okay, but come to the headquarters when you need me, okay?" Childe asked, "okay," you replied before you two hugged each other again, and with that Childe made his way back to the headquarters while you closed the front door behind you before going outside for a long walk.

You walked for some time until you've remembered the times when you and Scaramouche went for long walks while enjoying each other's company, those memories made you stop walking and cry even more while you were on your knees, no one was nearby to hear you cry. "I wish you were here, Scara," you said before sniffling, "Y/N," an echoing voice said calling your name, this made you jump a bit before you looked around to see who'd called your name, only to see no one was there. Terrified, you thought about walking back home before the same voice called your name again, "Y/N," this time the voice sounded like it was behind you, you turned around slowly to see who was calling your name, and you wasn't expecting the source of the voice.

You turned around only to see a ghost of a unicorn with an electrical aura standing gracefully in front of you, this made you jump again before the mysterious voice that called your name earlier came again, "aww, don't be scared Y/N," the voice said. "H-How do you know my name?" You asked while being paralyzed in fear, "How could I not know your name, love?" The voice asked, it didn't took long for you to realize that the voice was coming from the unicorn ghost. But the voice sounded more clear, more familiar, your eyes widened before you looked up at the unicorn ghost and said, "Scaramouche??" You asked before the voice replied with, "yes Y/N, it's me, Scaramouche."

You cried tears of joy before running towards the unicorn ghost and hugging it despite it being a ghost, Scaramouche then softly rubbed his head on your shoulder as if he was hugging you back. "I don't understand, how are you like this Scara?" You asked, "I don't actually know Y/N, but what matters is that I still have a chance to be with you again," Scaramouche replied. "But you're a ghost and a unicorn now," you replied in a sad tone, "it doesn't matter what kind of shape or form I'll take, I will always be with you Y/N," Scaramouche replied. "How did you died?" You asked him, "the cause of my death is unknown," Scaramouche replied, "oh, I see," you said. "I hate to see you go through such pain Y/N," Scaramouche said with great empathy, "I feel better now that you're here," you replied softly, "yeah, I may be a spirit now, but I'll always love you as much as I did in life Y/N, don't ever forget that," Scaramouche said.

"Will you always be by my side as much as you did in life?" You asked him, "always Y/N, no matter where you'll go, I'll always be there for you," Scaramouche replied, "okay," you replied with a smile. "Now go back home now Y/N, it's getting late," Scaramouche said, "you're right, bye Scara," you said while waving at him before walking home, "bye bye, my baby boy~," Scaramouche replied before disappearing, you blushed a little after he called you that because he always called you that when he was alive, and with that you were on your way back home while feeling happy that you had a chance to talk to Scaramouche's ghost.

[gabriel-xander]

I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 6

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 6: Bitches on Me Left and Right

You furrow your brows in your reflection, putting in the red dangling earring that Childe had given you. You tug at the fluffy collar around your neck and sigh heavily. You're going to ditch the coat. It's your first day in Liyue and the weather is already getting to you.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who the fuck is that? Aside from La Signora's direct subordinates, no one should be coming to get you. And you shouldn't have any visitors either.

You grab your mask from the nightstand next to the mirror, making sure it's secure on your face.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You hold back the sigh and drop your coat onto the bed and rush to the door. You swing the door open and automatically stand up straight.

"Good mor-NAOOO!!"

You throw your mask off and throw your arms around Kazuki's neck, pulling that fucker into a hug. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing the life out of your. Your best friend chuckles and sways you both side to side.

"You should've told me you were coming. I thought you were working for the Knave for the time being."

"I-I had no time to write to you, the Fair Lady suddenly requested my recruitment," You pulled away from the pretty man, holding him at arm's length with a grin, "Oh, Nao! I missed you so much! Did your hair get longer? We should trim it. You wanna have lunch with me? Show me around Liyue! Oh! How is Lord Childe? Are you two getting along? How have your missions been? Do you think-"

Kazuki cups your face with both hands, and leans forward to kiss your forehead.

You stop immediately, your shoulders relax and you allow yourself to enjoy the moment. He pulls away after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around you again and hugs you close. You just sink into the embrace, smiling to yourself and relishing in the familiar touch of your best friend.

"We have a few hours to ourselves, let's go get something to eat first, yeah?"

You nod.

"There's a few places I want to take you. My favorite place is the Liuli Pavillion, but Xinyue Kiosk is really good too. And maybe later tonight, we can head to Third-Round Knockout for drinks."

"I don't know any of those places, so I'll trust your judgment on this one."

Kazuki pulls away and smirks very slightly, "Come on, let's get going."

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Kazuki takes you straight to Liuli Pavillion for breakfast, ordering a lot of Liyue dishes that he thought you'd like since you're a bit hesitant to try new foods you're unfamiliar with. They didn't have forks or spoons though, only "chopsticks", which kind of sucked ass.

Kazuki was already a master of them, making fun of you as you struggled to get food in your mouth. You felt so bad though, he ordered so much food but you barely managed to finish one and a half of the seven dishes he ordered.

"No matter," Kazuki simply said, "We'll box this and take it back to where you're staying."

"You're too frivolous with your Mora."

"You're just jealous that I make more money than you."

"Yes I am, and I'll die mad about it."

"Hm."

Fucker.

After that, he takes you around the city to look around, buying you a few trinkets and clothing if you spend a second too long looking at it. Kazuki is too eager when it comes to buying you things, since that's his love language–both platonically and romantically. And Kazuki? He loves you very much, and you love him just the same.

However... Kazuki was insistent on carrying everything for you, but he started buying you too many things that you also have to carry. And not is not an issue either, but both of your arms are getting full and supposedly he wants to take you somewhere else?

"Uh, Nao... I-I don't need that, I swear! My eyes just looked at it for a second!."

"Nonsense. You like the color, don't you?" Kazuki hums, holding up a skirt that, yes, was very pretty in color. "How much is it, boss?"

"Naooo!" You whine, your arms beginning to get sore from carrying so many things.

"Well, if it isn't [Y/n]!"

Ah fuck berries!!

You turn to the voice with a tired smile. "Lord Childe! It's good to see you! Ah, and... you are?"

You don't know if it's good or bad luck that Childe managed to find you. You knew he was still in Liyue, but you thought maybe at the moment he was dealing with his Harbinger duties? Walking next to him was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Well, not really dark since his skin was pretty pale. But his overall color scheme was browns and golds.

"I am Zhongli, a close associate of Childe," The man greets politely with a smile, "I assume you are as well?"

...You are as well what?

Oh!

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Zhongli. You can call me [Y/n]," You nod.

You didn't understand why he'd think you're close with Childe, but you guess it's because of your matching earring with the Harbinger. You don't know if that warrants an assumption that you two are close, but you guess it doesn't really matter.

"What are you doing here in Liyue, [Y/n]? Is your boss here too?" Childe asks.

"Uh, he's-"

"-Perhaps we should talk somewhere else and not hold up the stall," Kazuki cuts in, "Not to mention, I believe [Y/n] is getting tired from carrying all this. I should escort her back to where she's staying so we can drop this off."

Ah, you know that look. To outsiders, his blank expression is one that never changes no matter what emotion he feels. However, yOu'Re NoT lIkE tHe OtHeR gIrLs and you notice every slight change in his expression and body language. You can read that he was actually feeling quite annoyed that his alone time with you is likely coming to an end.

"Oh, why don't we help you with that?"

As Childe decides this all on his own, he takes the bags from your arms, and the boxes you were holding. He was having a much easier time than you were, and Zhongli even took it upon himself to take a few things from Childe to help him too.

You smile at Kazuki apologetically, taking some things from his arms now that you had more help. He narrows his eyes slightly, getting more irritated as the second passes.

"Lead the way, [Y/n]," Childe smiles.

And lead the way you did. You take your gaggle of friends (Can you call Childe and Zhongli your friends? You feel that's a bit unprofessional and a bit presumptuous of you to assume you're all already friends) to the place you, La Signora, and the other Harbingers under her command are staying. Though as you get closer, Childe seems to light up.

"Oh, you're staying here?" Childe speeds up a bit to walk closer to you, "What a coincidence! My troops and I are staying here as well!"

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!

So not only are you blessed that Kazuki is in the same building as you, you're also cursed that Childe has easy access to you too now!

You'd be more open to being Childe's friend if you weren't super cautious of ALL the Harbingers. He seems really nice, and expressed that he desires to be your friend, but that doesn't suddenly make you more trusting.

"I should warn you, Lord Childe. I'm not here for Lord Scaramouche, I'm here with the Fair Lady," You inform, walking up the stairs to get to your floor, "So you should do your best to avoid her... Don't tell her I said that."

"La Signora?" Childe frowns, "But why are you with her? You're Scaramouche's subordinate, aren't you? Did something happen?"

You shrug, "My Lord was sent somewhere, but that's all I know since he refused to tell me anything more. He said he could be gone for a while, so in the meantime he ordered me to assist any other Harbinger so that my skill isn't going to waste. The only person he prohibited for me to help was the Doctor, so there's that."

You're too busy to not trip over the stairs to see the look on Childe's face. Maybe if you were paying more attention, you would've noticed how... guilty he looked when you mentioned the Balladeer was sent somewhere.

"So that's why I'm here with La Signora. Before this, I was with the Knave."

"I heard she's a stone cold bitch," Kazuki hums, "I hope that wasn't too unbearable."

"Ooh, watch your tone in the presence of another Harbinger," You snicker, "Lord Childe might rat you out."

"Ah!" The ginger makes an exaggerated noise as if he was offended, "Comrade! I would do no such thing!"

"It's true. Lord Childe's favorite pastime is to shit talk-"

"Ah-ha ha ha! Ah, Kazuki...!" The Harbinger clears his throat, sending a not very subtle message to keep the other quiet.

"Yeah, yeah," You hum, walking down the short hall until you get to your door, "So, Mr. Zhongli, what do you do for a living? I don't think I've had the chance to ask yet."

Appreciating that he could be part of the conversation now, the brunette offers you a smile even if you couldn't see it, "I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I perform all manners of ritual for burying the dead, along as funeral rites for the adepti."

"Oh wow! That's pretty serious stuff. And that's really admirable too, you know? It can't be easy being surrounded by death all the time, and having being the one to send them off too? Your work is very important to a lot of people, Mr. Zhongli. I hope you take a lot of pride in that."

Zhongli smiles a little more genuinely at your words, "I'm glad you understand and see the importance as well. It's nice to meet and talk to someone who can appreciate what I do... No offense, Childe."

"Wha–Well, I didn't take offense until after you said that!"

"Me personally, sir," Kazuki leans towards the ginger, "I wouldn't let that slide."

"Do NOT be an instigator, Kazuki!" You laugh.

Putting your shit in the room didn't take too long, as you told them you'll properly put it all away later tonight. You did forget that Kazuki plans on keeping you busy for a long time, so it might actually have to wait until tomorrow morning. But that's tomorrow's problem.

Today? It's your day off and you might as well spend it with some friends while you can.

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05 . 14 . XXXX

My Dearest Scaramouche,

...

...

Ha ha! I bet that got your attention, didn't it? Since I've never addressed my letters to you that way; it's always been "To My Lord" and all that. I thought the change would be funny, and it would keep you on your toes.

Let's see.

It's been about five months since I've last seen you, five months since you were sent away by Lord Pierro. I wonder... I'll just be frank. I am, admittedly, getting worried about you.

I've been told my letters are getting to you, but I haven't received anything back. And if you had died, I CERTAINLY would've gotten word about it, too. But that might be very presumptuous of me to assume that you'd even write back. We're not remotely close, or friends for that matter, so you have no reason to respond. But you ARE my boss, and it's always been my duty to protect you.

How have you been? I hope you haven't been through too much, I know how much work inconveniences you very easily. How are the people who accompanied you? I heard you only brought along two other people; are you treating them well? Are they treating YOU well?

I've done as you said, helping the other Harbingers, staying clear of Il Dottore, doing my best, not letting my skill go to waste.

...

Do you remember all those months ago when we investigated those Treasure Hoarders? Noah, Ivan, and Isaac? And when we got the information we needed from them, you...

I think about them a lot. You had the mercy of allowing me to look away and not help you bury them, but I still carry the burden knowing that we had killed them. That YOU killed them and I did nothing about it. I always took it for granted, how you always let my hands stay clean, how you never forced me to look.

... I've seen a lot of fucked up shit when I was working with the other Harbingers, especially the Knave. They made me do horrible things too. Well... normal things expected of a Fatui, I think.

For the past month, I've been working with the Fair Lady, and we've been residing in Liyue. I don't really do much. She makes me do paper work, help out at the Northland Bank, keep tabs on Lord Tartaglia and Mr. Zhongli of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She hasn't told me why, but I honestly think she might just be nosy. Don't tell her I said that, okay?

Kazuki has been a little more... reserved? I don't know what happened to him while we were separated, but I hope one of these days, he can open up to me and tell me what's happened to him. He's my best friend, you know? He's my person. Did you have someone like that before? DO you have someone like that?

I'm getting a little sleepy now, so I'll wrap this up. I know you're getting these, but I have no idea if you're reading them or not. If you don't, then that's fine. At least then you wouldn't have to read all my embarrassing thoughts.

And if you do...

I hope you're okay, and I hope I can see you again soon. Please take care.

Your faithful servant,

[L/n]

————

"Hmph..." Scaramouche smiles tiredly, "What an idiot..."

He sighs through his nose and folds the paper up, tucking it away in his open kimono for safe keeping with the rest of the letters. He looks down at the two spots near his camp. Two half-assed graves that he made almost immediately when he arrived.

The two that had accompanied him survived the best they could, but he's not completely surprised that they have died after a few years. After all, they're only human.

It's moments like these where he's glad he fought tooth and nail to convenience Pierro to let you stay behind with the other Harbingers instead of letting you accompany him.

In your letter, you said it's been about five months since he had departed, but to him it's been nearly three centuries. Time works differently in the Abyss. If he had to make the estimate, one day to you is about one year for him. So by that measurement, you've been sending him letters once every two weeks, but he's only been receiving them once every 40 years or so.

He's actually very grateful for your letters. It helps him keep track of time, helps him stay somewhat sane, helps him remember that it hasn't ACTUALLY been 300 years, helps him not feel THAT lonely...

It helps remind him you haven't died, and that you're still waiting for him.

You're still waiting for him...

Scaramouche stands up and works to put out the fire.

He can't send you anything back even if he wanted to, the only papers he has are for his reports back to Pierro and he's already running out. You'll just have to wait for him for a little while longer.

For now, he'll do the best he can to hurry up. It's not that he particularly cares about you, but he supposes he should repay you with his presence.

It's the least he can do in return for all your letters.

Scaramouche leaves his camp with a slight smile.

He can't let himself die, he's extremely looking forward to your next letter, after all.

[gabriel-xander]

I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 3

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 3: Farewell From Snezhnaya

“Don’t forget to change your clothes to something lighter as you get close to Liyue.”

“[L/n]-”

“Try not to move around the ship too much, you don’t want to get seasick so quickly and so often.”

“[L/n].”

“Stay hydrated, too! You’ll get thirsty faster since it’s pretty warm in Liyue.”

“[L/-”

“A-And don’t get in unnecessary trouble! I don’t want you to-”

“-[Y/n]!”

Kazuki grabs your hands from where they were nervously tugging at the collar of your uniform. He was one of the few who have yet to board the ship since Childe has yet to actually arrive.

You’re nervous about letting Kazuki go. He’s been your best friend since you two were kids, joined at the hip since the age of 7. It’s not so much the fact that you’re scared to let him go, or scared that he might get hurt or-Archons forbid-die in Liyue. Kazuki is a strong fighter blessed with a Pyro Vision and is a skilled fighter with a claymore. He's more than capable of taking care of himself.

It’s just…

Kazuki is your person.

You two didn’t have your masks on at the moment, but not having it made you feel exposed and it caused you to look away from him.

“‘M gonna miss you, Nao.” You admit quietly.

The brunette smiles and pulls you close for a hug, “I’m going to miss you too, [Y/n]. I’ll try to send letters as often as I can, I promise.”

“You better,” You reply, clutching the fabric of his coat, ��Or else I’ll go to Liyue myself to kick your ass.”

“Aw, just for me? Am I just that special to you, [Y/n]?”

“Shut up, Nao. I’d trade you for a sip of water.”

You two pull away from each other with a laugh, beginning to feel a little better about the departure.

You shiver when a particularly strong breeze rises up, but that shiver was from a sudden tension rather than the cold as your stomach drops to your feet. You immediately summon your claymore (You don’t remember what it was called, Nao had gifted it to you. Prototype… Archi? Archaic? Something like that) and hold it above your head just in time to clash against-

“CHILDE?!”

Childe used his Hydro to create dual blades that clashed against yours. He uses the leverage to push himself back, dissolving the weapons and creating a polearm instead. You send your claymore back into the aether and jump to the right when Childe throws the spear at you.

The spear dissolves and some of it gets on you, making you colder than you would’ve liked. Childe stands away, summoning his bow oh so casually.

“Lord Childe!”

“Yes, [Y/n]?”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Permission granted!”

“What the fuck, dude?!!”

Childe laughs at you, doubling over while you just look at him confused. You’re literally just trying to exist but this ginger man really said fuck that noise.

“With all due respect, I don’t stand a chance against you,” You grin to mask your anxiety, “You’d kill me in a second.”

“Don’t talk like that! Not all battles’ purposes are who wins and who loses. In this case, the experience is most definitely the most important part.”

“?? Yeah, that’s cool and all but I still ain’t tryna fight you, Childe,” You wave your hands frantically as you start sputtering, “Pff-Uh-And anyway! Don’t you have a boat to board in like, right now??”

Childe laughs again and walks towards you, letting his bow disappear back into the aether. You sense the tension has left his body, so he’s probably not planning to attack but you stay on guard anyway.

The ginger stops right in front of you and pats your shoulder, “You have such a bright personality, [Y/n]! I definitely like this easy going side of you more than the facade you have for your boss. It’s refreshing to see someone as honest as you in a place like this.”

You clench your fists by your side and look away. You don’t want to be chummy or friends with anyone from the Fatui. Kazuki is the only exception for obvious reasons… You can’t allow Childe to be another exception as well.

“You’re also strong, [Y/n]. I can already see so much potential in you, and that’s not a bad thing. You can’t let someone like Scaramouche scare you into hiding that potential away. Only you can decide if you’ll use it for good or evil,” Childe smiles softly, “You’re a soft soul, don’t let the world or anyone else turn you into something you’re not.”

Your heart races from his words, praying to the Archons that he won’t be the cause of your sudden change of heart. It’s not as if you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive…. but you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive.

“Why are you telling me this?” You finally get the courage to look the Harbinger in the eyes, “You don’t even know me.”

But as kind as Childe is being to you (right now), his words alone can’t suddenly make all your problems go away.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I’d like to!” Childe laughs and pats your back, “You’re the only interesting person here! Honestly, it’s a shame I didn’t get a second meeting with you sooner.”

You sigh with exasperation. Childe is a type of person who goes after what interests him and stops at nothing until he’s satisfied. You suppose your potential friendship falls under that category.

“This is damaging to my reputation,” You say without any real bite to it.

“Reputation?”

“Yeah, of being a loner.”

Childe cocks his head to the side, humming quietly in thought as he crosses his arms.

“My Lord,” Kazuki (poor boy was third wheeling the whole time) steps up from behind you, “I got word that we have maybe a few minutes to board the ship before it leaves. It won’t wait for us any longer.”

Childe pouts ever so slightly, "Didn't I tell you to call me 'Liege' instead?"

You turn around and throw your arms around Kazuki’s neck, not caring for professionalism at the exact moment. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing you lightly for one last hug.

“You behave,” You mutter, “Don’t go picking fights. and don’t do drugs.”

“Yes, mom.” He groans.

“Ugh, don’t call me mom. You’ve seen me naked too many times to call me that,” You joked, but did you really?

“Mommy?”

“No.”

You went to pull away, but Kazuki squeezes you again. Your face morphs into embarrassment, not used to Kazuki showing you more affection than you show him. You pat his back and chuckle.

"Hey, come on. Don't get soft on me," You grin, "This is uh… ah-hahaha, 'is kind of embarrassing."

"Sh. Let me have this. Haa man… I wish I didn't have to go."

"Why do you have to go? You're not even his direct subordinate."

"Oh, that's because Kuzuzushi is my hype-man!" Childe says with a smile.

Kazuki pulls away with a heavy sigh, "It's Kazuki, My Liege."

"Wait-what do you mean he's your hype-man?" You ask quickly.

The brunette deadpans, "Are you only bringing me along to… hype you up??"

"Yeah! Isn't that great?"

HOOOOOONNKKK!!!

The boat's horn sounds loudly as the walkway is dropped, separating the ship from the docks.

Childe takes your hand and puts something on your palm. You don't get to see it since he moves your fingers to close it to a fist. He keeps that hand into his, smiling warmly while leaning his face close to yours.

It would've given you butterflies if you weren't consciously aware that this man was dangerous and has killed people before. Of course as always, the light never reaches his eyes no matter how sincere his smile was.

"Remember, [Y/n]. It's your life, and you get to decide how you use your own strength and power," Childe says with conviction, "Don't let people like Scaramouche scare you from being who you are. I look forward to seeing the type of person you decide to become when we meet again."

"I… Childe-"

"-My Liege, they're leaving without us! We have to go now!"

"Right! Let's go Kazuki!"

"It's Ka-actually, you got it right."

Letting go of your hand, the Harbinger and the agent run to the docks. Kazuki and Childe use their Visions to propel themselves into the air. Childe's Hydro almost immediately freezes due to the Snezhnayan weather. You see the ginger subtly lean towards Kazuki when they grab onto the side of the boat. Most likely because of Kazuki's Pyro Vision.

"Hype me up, Kazuki!" You hear the ginger say as he climbs up the side.

"Uhhh-FUCK IT UP, MY LIEGE!!"

"WOOHOOOO!!"

…

Boys will be boys, you suppose.

You look down at your hand to see what Childe had put there. You widen your eyes when you see it's one of his red earrings. You snap your head up to find Childe. He was already on the boat, safe and sound. You jog to the docks to get a closer look at the ginger who was watching you.

Sure enough, Childe was missing his right earring, the left one dangling from his ear almost mockingly.

You can't see the expression he's making, but from his energetic waving, you (correctly) assume he's grinning like an idiot. Kazuki was next to him, giving you the forbidden finger.

Fucker.

You're the only loser left on the dock, but you don't care. You watch them leave until you can't see people on the ship anymore, feeling a little warm from standing in the cold for so long.

That's probably a bad sign.

----

"Why the hell are you late?"

"I almost died of hypothermia."

"Well, cut it out. We have things to do," Scaramouche frowns as he walks past you, "I gave you the favor of seeing off your comrades before they left. But now break time's over, you're back on the clock."

You hate this. You roll your eyes behind your mask and follow him out the office.

"Do you remember where that camp was located? The one the Treasure Hoarders are hiding at?"

"Yes, My Lord. Would you like me to prepare departure for today?"

"Yeah, but don't bring anyone else. It'll just be you and me. Everyone else is just incompete-... What the hell is that."

You frown while tilting your head to the side, "Sir?"

"That's Tartaglia's earring."

That's right, you had put on the earring on your right ear on your way to your boss' office. You had pierced ears, but upon joining the Fatui, you stopped wearing accessories in case it got in the way.

You don't know what came over you. Scaramouche's hand had suddenly come up to your vision, reaching towards the right of your head. You took a step back, your hand coming up to block him with your wrist.

"..."

"..."

Scaramouche was staring at you with surprised eyes, and you look back with the same expression.

"I… Please, don't touch that, My Lord." You take another step back and lower your head, your hand dropping to your side, "You don't know where it's been."

You're dead.

You're dead.

You're still alive.

But you're so dead.

The Balladeer rolls his eyes with a scoff, continuing his walk, "I liked you better before you met Tartaglia."

Alsnxnchakjslsm????

"We're leaving in an hour, [L/n]. If you're not ready, I might actually kill you this time."

"Yes, My Lord."

ARGH!

WHY IS HE THE WAY HE IS??

[is-nini]

Scaramouce x reader x Childe.

Request by Someonerottinghere:

Okay okay, i know i requested A LOT

But threesome with Scaramouche, Childe(where them both got discipline kink) and mean/bratty reader makes my heart go BOING BOING

❤️ Listen they both are chaotic. Just pure chaotic togather. Like fights 24/7, food war almost all the time, teasing eachother, ALWAYS competing with eachother BUT all of those things stop when they have you beside them.

❤️ whenever you are with them, you will be their first priority. They love you very much that if you do something irrational or that could possibly hurt you, they will full on go ✨D A D D Y✨, wherever they are.

❤️ You. Don't. Get. To. Make. Decision. They mean you could.. to some extent but most of the time you don't make the decision, considering how bratty you are, a whole restaurant can almost burn down just because you order something. No one knows how you do it but they certainly will not be tolerating your bratty behaviour.

❤️ Your punishment... Well.. it involves you not being able to walk for a day. Sometimes they would be a HUGE meanie and leave you alone with a vibrator on your pussy and binding you to the vibrator and bed, leaving you alone to overstimulate.

❤️ Usually the one who came up with the idea is Scaramouce and the one who do it is Childe and there is a reason why.

❤️ IF Scaramouce do the punishment to you, he will go overboard, he will punish you so so much more then you should take. Even though he knows you like it but still, they still loved you, they wouldn't want you to take more then you deserve.

❤️ IF Childe is the one do the thinking, he will "spoil" you too much as Scaramouce would say. Childe's punishment is not... That bad, he will overstimulate you still but You'll probably cum 3-4 times.. while with Scaramouce.. well.. let's just say you squirt more then 2 times.

❤️ The length of your bratty behaviour is.. more then any human could handle. The level of the bratty personality that you possess is over the roof, the tsaritsa even thinking abou using YOU as a war- okay maybe not that bad but still. You don't know when to stop running your mouth until they shove their private in to your mouth.

❤️ Even if they punish you, they still remember that you are somebody that they love and care, they punish you and explain what you did wrong so that you will not do it all over again.

❤️ Expect alot of kisses and cuddles after your punish session. They will carry you everywhere because of how weak your leg will be after your punishment.

❤️ after your punishment you will be so good for them, like from a devil to an angel even though it only lasted for a while, they still enjoy the times when they punish you.. and can't wait for more so be prepared.

(sorry it took so long, I'm also sorry if there is any mistake or typo)

[is-nini]

Scaramouce x reader

What is he teases you using his vision to get your attention?

Request byyyyyy: @someonerottinghere

A/n: Thankyou for requesting, I'm sorry if it's bad or if there's any mistake, i hope you enjoy :) request are still opened

It is such a wonderful day for you, despite your boyfriend is a Fatui you still loved people around you.

You and Scaramouce is a very very different person, you have always been a cheerful and cherry girl. You always greets people around you weather their big or small everyone absolutely love you.

Sadly the same thing cannot be said with Scaramouce. In people's eyes he is the saltiest person they've ever met, whenever Scaramouce is pissed and was about to kill someone his eyes looked so crazy and dark.

But as they said opposite attract and it seems that your sweetness alongside Scaramouce's saltiness really balanced your relationship which is quite hilarious in People's eye.

With the contrasting different that you both showed yet still are in relationship with eachother spark a lot of questions and conversation thrown at you.

"How do you both stayed together?!".

"How can you both love eachother?".

"How can he likes you??? How can you like him-".

Questions were thrown at you from left to right, it is what you have to deal with everyday, and to put it shortly Scaramouce is PISSED.

You smile sweetly as people started to circle in on you and Scaramouce. In this point and time people are not scared of Scaramouce because of one reason. You are there and this caused problems for Scaramouce.

"Oh? The things i love about him? He is kind and caring! He is also very sweet!".

Your mouth just keeps going on and on, complimenting him while reminiscing all the sweet things he has done to you with hearts in your eye. You seems like you don't mind to talk about your boyfriend to strangers and people but Scaramouce sure does hate it. Not that he hates you, he hates the fact that you are taking so much attention to other people more than he does. He won't admit of course but deep down he knows that he needed your attention. So! As the great boyfriend he is, he decided to tease you using his vision.

You were holding Scaramouce's hand until a little shock of electric zap the hand that you use to hold your beloved boyfriend.

"Hmnp!".

You squeal out, taking your hand away from his hand, holding your hand close to your chest as you pout at him. The zap was not that painful but it sure does surprises you a lot. Scaramouce just smirked at you but quickly frown once you decided to ignore him again, talking to the people around you as if nothing has ever happened.

Ah... You're playing that game.. two can play at your little game.

And so the teasing began, whenever you stray too far from Scaramouce he quickly takes your hand, sending a light jolt, making you squeal and jump, pouting at Scaramouce while people around you wonder what just happened.

Scaramouce just smirked (because he will never genuinely smile in front of strangers) and hold your hand back gently again, making people around him squeal at his "sweetness" but he doesn't care, he loves to tease you and he won't stop that is until you're really in pain and begging sweetly.

"Scarababy... Stoppppp".

You pull out the "stupid nickname" card, hoping that he would stop.. but of course that's not the case.

"What? What did i do".

Scaramouce said, playing the "innocent card" you huff and was about to pull away your hand again until Scaramouce holds it tighter. You whine and slap him softly, whining and squealing about how mean he is. Scaramouce doesn't even care, finally getting your attention is all that he wants, sadly the people around you still want answers and they're really starting to get under Scaramouce's skin.

"What about-".

"Sorry we need to go".

Finally Scaramouce speak out, but sadly this meant that you are departing from the humans that want answers.

"Bu-but baby-! I haven't answer-".

Your words was cuts off when you felt another zap on your skin, you pout again and was about to complain when suddenly your body was lift up by none other than your boyfriend.

"Goodbye".

Is all he said to them as he started to escape from the annoying people. Being in his hold, you keep trashing around, being taken like a sack of potatoes is not fun at all you thought. You hit Scaramouce's back but in return you felt a Zap on your thighs.

"Scaramouce!!! No fair!".

You whine, Scaramouce just kept going until you both reached your home. You whine to him about him being mean and cruel.

"You said I'm mean but when those people asked you, you said that I'm sweet".

He said, you stopped and flip your hair the best that you could on your situation, showing him the sassyness that you quietly kept secret.

"Well i take it back".

You huff, Scaramouce just laugh and zap your other thigh, making you squeal and trash around more aggressively.

"Stop moving, or else I'm going to zap you".

Scaramouce said, making you stopped trashing around making Scaramouce smile in content, but of course you can't see it.

"Finally".

He groaned, pretending to be annoyed and put you down. You just keeps pouting and looked away from him, Scaramouce smile a little bit and grab your chin, kissing your lips softly. As you melt into the kiss. A hard impact along side a little zap was felt by your thigh as you squeal and pulled away from the kiss, glaring at Scaramouce wich he found cute.

"You teased and ignore me for the whole day, how about i gave you a punishment dear?"

Just as you were about to say something Scaramouce shows his hand that seems to have a little purple lighting floating around it, making you shiver. With no words being said Scaramouce picked you up princess style and smirked at you, taking you into the bedroom.. where things happen that would make the neighbor complain.

[is-nini]

JEN JEN I HAVE IDEA

Imagine Beeig Childe sister, a little younger(something around 16-19) and also beeing Fatui, and bullying Scaramouche with Childe, for his heigh but you suddenly feel something for this little angry mashroom

OH BOI YAS. THE DEVIL SIBLINGS that Scaramouce's nickname for you and Childe.

You started as a angel. Like the whole fatui is shocked to see you because you doesn't seem like the type to hurt people, obviously they are wrong, you are chosen for a reason.

When you first join you instantly paired with your older brother, Childe and alongside Scaramouce. Not gonna lie, at first Scaramouce is like 'thank god you're here, An angel' but after you and Scaramouce gets pretty comfortable and Close with eachother you and Childe becomes partner in crime to bully him.

For some reason Scaramouce can tolerate you more than your brother. His cold exterior is crumbling down around you and he didn't even notice until he found himself cannot sleep without thinking about you or how he always looked at you first after and before battle to check on you or when at lunch time he would found himself looking for you, making sure you eat. And THAT'S when he finally realized 'am i falling for her?'.

He freaked out, like he cannot look at you without blushing which made Childe bully him more but you are concerned about Scaramouce, why is he not looking at you? Why is he not talking to you? Why do you even care?! That's when you realize.. you like him.

Once you realize your feelings you also look away from Scaramouce. Like everything is so akward between the both of you it's hurting Childe.

One day Childe just let out all his frustration that he feel between the both of you. Childe is a cool brother he knows Scaramouce, he can keep an eye on Scaramouce so he is not really worried about you.

"JUST CONFESS GOD DAMN IT"

he screech out. You and Scaramouce stopped in your track at the same time while looking at eachother. Childe looks at you both and huff, all it took is for him to spill the beans (not that it was that secretive).

You both talks about it, end up being great couple have happy ending lot's of child- NO

You both get together and is sooo painfully akward around eachother. Childe sometimes help the both of you by started to teased Scaramouce and then you joining in on the reason, causing you and Scaramouce to talk while Childe just smile softly at both Of you.

You should really thank Childe, he helped you with your akward relationship with Scaramouce!!