#and it's like a successful thing of what Scaramouche tried

[reginrokkr]

𝐂𝐗𝐕. Dáinsleif's last act for Teyvat —threads of all fate reweaving—.

Sometimes I think about Dain's last act in this story being that he reweaves the threads of all fate, which makes me wonder: Is this related to the Abyss Order messing so badly with their Loom of Fate operation that needs to be undone? Is the constellation structure, most likely than not a control system (you can't tell me that the Archon War wasn't just that in order to get rid of all the several gods that existed in Teyvat save for very few in order to make it easier to control them and what they do :| )? Or maybe a combination of both? Whatever it is, it's the fact that the Traveler has to go over Dain first in order to do that which makes me believe that he can do it himself, alas—

[rillian4e]

Scaramouche x f!reader

cw: nsfw, modern au, dom!scaramouche, sub!reader, fem!reader, pet names, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, foul language, teasing, spanking etc...

summary: your annoying roommate Scaramouche is done with your little antics, and decides to teach you a little lesson.

a/n: This was a request sent as a submission which is why I can't include anon, hope you enjoy

your roommate Scaramouche has been getting on your nerves, constantly ignoring you when you tell him to do something, and never talking to you without swearing or calling you names. it was really too much for you—who was he to act like that? instead of confronting him and communicating, you set yourself on a plan to tease him relentlessly, maybe then he would regret being such a jerk.

but of course, nothing ever goes according to the plan perfectly. it was finally the day to set your plan to motion, purposely wearing a short mini skirt with a cute pink top, you knew Scaramouche would now be in his room gaming, so you went ahead and made some snacks for him to enjoy, you knocked on the door and entered when you heard "I'm busy, leave." ignoring the way he glared at you when you entered anyway, you went and placed the tray of snacks on his desk, you knew just how much he loved those snacks paired with his favorite bitter tea. "Did you get hit in the head or something?" at his question, you shook your head, smiling "Of course not, I simply thought it'd be nice to do something for my roommate." Scaramouche did not believe that, eyeing you suspiciously before turning to his game, mumbling a quick "whatever", it was a success, that was after all the needed step before the main part.

you then started doing even more sweet things for him, wearing pretty outfits and being affectionate as if you two didn't argue every single day before. Scaramouche caught on and asked you where you were going, "Have you found yourself some stupid boyfriend? You've been getting all dolled up recently, it's annoying." he exclaimed, looking at you who just smiled sweetly, avoiding the question.

The next stage was the most impossible, 'accidentally' having your things drop on the floor as you bent over to pick them up in front of your roommate, getting out of the shower while only having a towel around your body, and wearing revealing outfits. only an idiot wouldn't catch on that, Scaramouche was well aware of your little antics, he could hear you touching yourself in your room, the thin walls not helping the sounds travel to his room. the last straw for him was when you asked him to fetch your towel which you just so happened to have 'forgotten', instead of simply giving it to you, he pinned you to the wall in the bathroom, embarrassed that you were now naked—infront of your roommate who you absolutely hated, you tried to break free of his grip which only lead to him tightening his grip on your hands. "What are you trying to do, slut? Think I haven't got a clue on what you've been doing, hm?" he asked, looking down at you before he went in for a kiss which caught you off guard.

"Is this what you wanted? Want me to fuck you like the whore you are?" you felt flustered at his words, feeling aroused by the situation, a moan escaping your lips when you felt his knee pressed in-between your legs, he wasted no time in putting you on the nearest surface, forcefully spreading your legs apart, as he kneeled, holding your thighs, a smirk forming on his face at the sight of your dripping core. "Looks like someone was waiting for this, huh?" he asked, giving your cunt a spank which made you cry out.

before you could react, his tongue was inside your pussy, occasionally sucking on your puffy clit and giving it slaps when you tried closing your legs, he didn't care about how embarassed you were, diving his tongue inside your tight hole. "...fuck, you taste so good...", his cock was already aching hard, wanting your tight walls wrapped around his length, but before that he was going to make you beg.

as you were close to cumming all over his tongue, his movements stopped, "Wh‐ w-why did you stop?" you asked, confused as you looked at him, he seemed amused, not even hiding his grin, "Only good girls get to cum, not naughty slutty girls like you." was all he said, you could tell what his intention was, you frowned but gathered all your courage as you gazed down at him. "Scara...p-please...I really need it, s' badly... I'll do anything! Jus' please let me cum, I'll be a good girl...!" you tried your best convincing him, surprisingly he was satisfied with that, his tongue continuing to bring you to your climax. however, he didn't give you any time to calm down from your orgasm, instead pinning you on the counter, and freeing his shorts before plunginginh his cock deep inside your cunt, "Ha...so tight..." he groaned, pressing his face into your neck, his length stretched you out in two, something you haven't felt in so long, "Look at you, your hole is clenching around me, are you that happy that you finally got what you wanted?" He asked, chuckling lowly as he saw your expression, his rough and fast pace not changing even when tears formed in your eyes—Scaramouche was delighted at the feeling of your pussy being so warm, so wet and so, so tight, he's regretting that he didn't fuck you sooner. "Mmh... maybe I should have just done this earlier, yeah? Bet you dreamed of your roommate fucking your hole like this, if not, why else would I hear you moan and touch yourself when you know I'm just next room to you?" you couldn't respond to him, too dumb on his cock to form a sentence, you felt yourself cum on his cock, what irked you was that Scaramouche didn't bother slowing down his pace, instead only rutting with more force into your overestimulated cunt. "s' t-too much!" you cried out, looking at him for some sympathy but only earning a slap to your clit, "Shut up, you're gonna take it like a good fucktoy, like the big girl you are."

you were powerless to resist, only getting more turned on at his degrading words, gosh, you loved it when he was being mean to you. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have him as a roommate? you pondered the question, was it really that bad when he could fuck you so nicely, fill your womb full of his cum?

[kazumist]

SMALL SPOON OR BIG SPOON .ᐟ

✩ — are they a small spoon or a big spoon in your relationship?

✩ — includes: various x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 994. lmk if you want a version that includes more inazuma and sumeru characters! reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated :]

small spoons — !

xiao, scaramouche, and venti

xiao has been through a lot, he never really considered indulging himself in these types of things. he thought he didn’t deserve it, but he covered that up by stating that there should be a fine line between the mortal and the immortal. but when he felt you hug him, xiao was comforted. he slowly became desperate for the familiar feeling of warmth that he felt from you. the second you pulled away from the sudden hug you gave him, he was hesitant. he wanted to feel it again but is he allowed too? does it make you uncomfortable if he leans in for another hug? his thoughts were a mess. and you noticed it, you noticed his hesitancy and gave him another hug—a longer one at that. he didn’t know why but xiao felt safe after years of despair.

venti is cheeky, mischievous even. you never know where he gets the endless amount of energy he has on a daily basis—a smile here, a smile there, he smiles all the time. which made you wonder: has or does the ever so popular bard of mondstadt have times where he breaks? well, you didn’t know if you actually have an answer to that so we might as well never know. even though you never expected to find out the reason for that soon. everyone gets tired in the end—including venti. give him a comforting hug during those times and the pace of the wind will surely be better.

scaramouche seemed like a big spoon at first but in truth he's the one who loves to be cuddled. not many individuals favor scaramouche, most dislike him due to his attitude —but for some reason, you didn't. you never cared about others opinions. despite working in the fatui, scaramouche had always thought that you were too… bright for the job. under the ruling of the beloved tsaritsa, the fatui is dark and cold. yet you're bright and warm, the differences are too big to ignore. but it doesn't matter—even though scaramouche is disliked by his co-workers in the fatui, he knows that you're someone who'll believe that there's honestly more to him as an individual.

big spoons — !

zhongli, kaeya, and dainsleif

zhongli likes to hug you especially when you're tired (and it comes with a free back massage so who’s gonna back down on that?). he tries his best to make you happy—to enjoy yourself with him. he adapted to many eras of humanity so there’s still some parts he’s kinda rusty in. who knows how long has it been ever since he had a lover, did he even had a lover back then though? it doesn’t really matter. zhongli likes being the big spoon in your relationship and that’s that.

for some random reason, kaeya really likes to drown you in hugs. no matter where you are, you get all sorts of hugs. sidehugs if you’re walking in public, back hugs if you’re in your own quarters and many more. you never really thought of why kaeya likes hugs so much. maybe it’s because it feels nice? not that you minded though, kaeya’s hugs are fun to drown in.

dainsleif isn’t that used to hugs (or cuddling in any sense) so he was rather stiff about it at first. but once dainsleif got used to it, he prefers to be the one who’s hugging you from behind with his arms wrapped around your waist. he feels consoled by it, who knows what runs on his mind at all times every day? everything and everyone has their boundaries that they cannot seem to reach—some try to reach past it with some being successful while some would fail. it’s just how life is, an endless cycle. but in that cycle, dainsleif doesn’t mind for your precious moment to repeat.

in-between — !

diluc, childe, albedo and kazuha

similar to dainsleif, diluc was also a bit stiff at first. but whenever diluc is exhausted, he tends to be the small spoon for you but there’s times when he’s also the big spoon. it’s either to be held or to hold for him, and you couldn’t really guess if he wants to be the one who’s cuddled up. that’s okay though—as long as diluc is comfortable, you don’t necessarily mind.

childe is too in-between because he cuddles his siblings if they ask him and he likes to get cuddled by you. it reminds him of the nostalgic feeling of warmth of being held by someone. he wants to feel the exact same warmth once again to the point he’s drunk from it but that doesn’t mean he’s completely a small spoon—he likes being the big spoon at times too. it’s a mix, really. once you see that small pout on his lips, it’s best to assume he wants to be the small spoon. but when he greets you arms wide open, prepare to be the small spoon instead.

albedo is sometimes complicated to understand. you never know if he wants to be cuddled or what—but in the end you cuddle him anyways. he deserves it, after spending hours of working on lab results, experiments and other studies? who wouldn’t get exhausted by all of it. however, albedo isn’t always the small spoon. even though he’s so tired from all the work he’s done, there are times he prefers to hold you instead of being held.

kazuha is usually the big spoon whenever the two of you are together. but if he just recently returned after months of sailing? small spoon all the way! he wants to regain his energy by being with you so cuddling is his best option. because he’ll be able to rest and spend time with you—nothing too complex to understand, no? whenever kazuha is the big spoon though, he won’t let go of you easily if you try to get up. you’re practically stuck but that’s okay.

[silaswritesthings]

heyy im asking again for scara x yandere reader *bats my eyelashes at you*

could you do one inspired by "The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid😻😻

Summary: On Scaramouche’s pathway toward godhood, you worked in the shadows cast by his glory. You were an assistant of Il Dottore but a crucial one especially after you were granted the opportunity to work with the rising god for two weeks during his divine preparations. Too bad the God in question had no ounce of gratefulness , or anything at all, to spare for you and so you worked through your bitterness and guilt for having the harbinger be so vulnerable in your hands.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche

Genre: Yandere, horror

Warnings: dismemberment, reader is not stable, experiment , dottore (yeah he needs a fucking trigger warning)

Author’s note: I really tried to make it come out and I accidentally made a part two 🧍‍♀️ so there’s that. I’ll probably post it in a fee days because i’m away from home rn and my wifi is shitty. I hope you enjoy the read and I hope this is at least similar to what you were hoping for! Enjoy <3

Word count: 859

“I owe you the utmost gratitude for your expert execution of my research. I would not expect anything less from my most capable student.” The Doctor’s words to you were eloquent and purposeful as you walked together through the dim hallway. Fluorescent runway lights glared down at you, and your hair cast shadows onto your face.

Your shoulders were tense from two things: The first, the remnants of snow on your coat from the snezhnayan winter outside and the second being your anticipation for Dottore’s next words.

“Your hard work rewarded us with success,” he said. “Scaramouche responded very well to the treatment and we have reached a very big milestone in my research.”

Your gaze lowered at these words. You could not say you were disappointed but at the same time you were not delighted, not when you were returning back to the same laboratory without the ability to reign power over The balladeer that you had previously for two weeks.

The days you spent alone with him were more aggravating than Scaramouche himself. The constant hum of the machinery connected to the harbinger throughout did nothing to help preserve your fragile sanity. Instead what kept you together was your handling of the harbinger’s puppet limbs and connecting them to various cords filled with a dark purple liquid that Dottore refused to dive deeper into when you inquired about it’s composition.

Who cares though? Scaramouche was never kind to you, he would not spare you a single glance, not even a spiteful comment no matter how much you tried to force a reaction from him.

Even then, under your mercy, he did not react. He neither reacted when you chained him to the table as you explained the steps in the procedure nor did he react when he watched you inject his body with a chemical that would shut off his consciousness.

However, your disappointment faded to bliss when you reached the most anticipated part of the two week procedure: the separation.

His skin was soft, his body lithe but cold. He reminded you of a corpse and this comparison made it easy for you to handle his body parts like scientific instruments. The ball joints were perfectly rounded and you thought; the electro archon must have been a genius for being able to create such an advanced being. On the third day of monitoring his body parts, you had enough courage to trace your fingers over his bodiless hand.

He was in pieces.

Even though his limbs were seperated but he didn’t bleed. He had no organs like any human you’ve seen and dissected, he was something different. A puppet: that’s what the doctor would call him but but the term never left your lips in fear of dehumanizing the one person who reminded your heart to beat. By the fifth day you had been comfortable enough to confide in a detached head about your grievances:

“You make me suffer without doing anything.” You said as you noted down a few things. “Sometimes I wish to be on the receiving ends of your cruelity because it’s something.” You turned to face his head, his eyes closed as expected and he remained expressionless. It was easier to appreciate his beauty like this, you thought. “But you give me nothing and I hate it.”

He was in pieces.

His demise was supposed to uplift you and give you a moment of victory, but it filled you with dispair. Scaramouche, even in his vulnerable state and in his demise, was able to make you feel more human than you ever had… because there was not a single day of that fortnight you went through without battling a mix of intense joy and despair.

He was in pieces… and only you could put him back together.

Dottore kept his gaze ahead of him in the face of your obvious silence.

“You do not seem delighted,” he began, “Does the survival of my test subject displease you? I have noticed your ongoing feud with him, so that would not be peculiar in this case.”

“I’m satisfied with our success.” You noticed you were nearing the laboratory. “Is the harbinger conscious?” You asked, feigning disinterest to whatever answer he would give but you hung onto his every intake of breath, you would not miss a single word.

Seeing Scaramouche in that state did feel unnatural. His lashes brushed against his pale cheekbones. His soft hair sometimes rising on its own because of the electrical currents he was exposed to throughout the entire procedure. A head without a body.

He was in pieces and you were glad that you put him back together in the end.

“Why would he be unconscious when he was conscious the entire time, hm?”

How you wished you could tear him apart again.

Your guilt bubbled over into anger the moment you registered his words and this was as soon as you entered the laboratory. Scaramouche’s eyes met yours, his expression smug and egocentric.

He tilted his head to the side in mockery. “What’s with the long face?”

[haileyywrites]

Summary: Dottore had always been impressed and interested in the making of puppets, with Scaramouche at his disposal he could finally dive into the topic and create a prototype of his own..

Pairings: Scaramouche/Balladeer x puppet!reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and has no pronouns beyond "you"! POC friendly! Reader is said to have long indigo hair, but is not physically described beyond that!

When Dottore brought up the idea of creating a puppet as an experiment by following his design Scaramouche had said he didn't care what he did in his free time, but he truly did. Knowing first hand what it was like to be created as an experiment or to satisfy someone's curiousity, it was hard not to care even if he didn't want to. Especially when the Doctor had said that you would be created by "following his design".

It was dysphoric to live in a world full of humans that looked and talked exactly like you, but were so incredibly different from you. Humans who if they found out the truth would betray and fear you - not that he cared about anything like that anymore. But you likely would. You would have to go through that as well, if the Doctor didn't simply dispose of you after he was done tinkering...

Scaramouche had said he didn't care, but would occasionally he would go out of his way to deliver something to his corner at the palace to see his progress. Dottore knew immediately and would always have a smirk on his face when the Balladeer appeared to deliver something. He would love to poke fun at him, but he didn't. He would simply give some insight or details about his progress without acknowledging what they both knew to be true.

The Doctor was successful in creating you and giving you life, while you were made following his design you didn't exactly resemble him. There were some details and personality traits he could connect between you, well more like traits he had when he was still just Kabukimono - but at the same time you were very different from him too. Dottore had clearly had some creative freedom in what he made you look like, but the long indigo hair you had was clearly made to resemble his.

It was eerie looking at you as you reminded him so much of his past. You were always quietly observing everything around you with curious eyes, you tried so desperately to not be a burden to anyone. He hated your doe like eyes that would look his way occasionally, they were filled with so much innocence it was almost disgusting to him. Technically you were still in your infancy, just in a grown body.

In the end Dottore didn't much care for you or even need you. Creating you was a simple act of curiosity - to truly understand this delicate act of creating artificial life. Once his curiosity had been sated, he simply moved onto other things and never thought much of you or your presence beside him or away from him.

It was actually the Tsaritsa that gave you freedom and a name. While she wouldn't involve herself in matters conserning the Harbingers free time or personal life, she made an exception for you. To her you were alive and thus deserved to live like it, with your own room and own name - free to do whatever you wished. But truthfully you didn't know how or what to do with such freedom. Unlike Scaramouche you didn't have a purpose before or after creation, so you didn't have anything to strive for.

You weren't like humans, you couldn't have a normal life where you eventually grow old. You could potentially live till the end of time and it left you hollow. Longing for something you couldn't quite grasp, something like a purpose.

You stood barefoot in the pure white snow, your head tilted upwards towards the grey winter sky. The cold didn't bother you, you couldn't even truly feel it. The snow flakes raining down the sky fell against your face, but didn't melt when landing on your face. After all... you weren't a human. You didn't produce warmth that would cause them to melt away, you couldn't stay out too long to prevent you from being buried in snow. Perhaps it had been a joke, but you still followed the suggestion.

Scaramouche watched from the sidelines as you stood still enjoying the pure snowfall. He didn't know why he didn't just leave to do what he was supposed to, perhaps he was curious. His feelings and relationship with you were complicated to say the least. He wasn't your creator like Ei was his, but he felt some sort of connection to you. He didn't necessarily want to feel connected with you, but he did.

He hated that a small part of him was curious about you, of what you were like. If he could possibly relate to you or if he would form a connection with you if he were to approach you. Even if you were technically his kin, he knew it didn't mean anything as in the end even Ei had betrayed and forsaken him - who was to say you wouldn't do so as well?

You both knew he was there watching you, he often was. You never acknowledged him as he seemed to not want to interact with you. You did know of your connection, you would silently and carefully go through the Doctor's projects and had come across the plans that he used to create you. You longed to connect with him knowing he was possibly the only being you could ever relate to, but he refused to come close to you.

Unbeknownst to you he was actually quite protective of you. He had once heard some fatui members talking about you in a rather provocative way and it didn't sit right with him, he couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. He didn't kill the morons, but he did make sure they'd never utter another word about you or to you. He didn't need to warn anyone else as the word spread around quite quick.

He would face stupid comments from the people he was supposed to acknowledge as colleagues, but he didn't respond to them. The next day he found you standing behind his door with a gentle smile and a nod. He had never seen you smile before, or been this close to you - his chest filled with unexpected warmth from the small interaction... You said nothing before leaving him standing puzzled in his doorway. You didn't need to say anything for him to understand what you meant. That was the beauty of your connection, you could understand each other so easily without the traditional need to say anything.

He later wandered out to the courtyard out of instinct and found you there once again gazing at the sky. This time though, he couldn't help but approach you. He didn't even know why or what he was going to say or do, but he still kept going. His steps caused the snow to crunch beneath his feet, alerting you to him. You curiously turned around to watch as he approached...

A/N: Not proofread lol

[cafeinthemoon]

King - Chapter VI

Chapter 6

Wordcount 5,6k

Title A Kingdom of Women

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted pregnancies; multiple pregnancies; basically, Poseidon is not a good man

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: Wow, finally a new chapter for this story! Even I find it hard to believe lol As pointed out by a reader in the comments, this story demands a lot of effort, and one of the reasons is obviously the chapters' lenght. This time, it's longer than all the others, as a compensation for the lack of updates. Tbh many things happened in the last weeks that kept me away from my works, but I don't want to discuss them here. It's not worthy.

Here are some hints about this chapter:

I tried to make Poseidon's character closer to his mythological version, which includes his relations with women. Though he doesn't make a proper appearance in this one, his presence is felt in each event, each sentence. He's the main subject of the conversations, whether in a positive or negative way. I love when this kind of stuff is included in stories to emphasize the importance of a character, and I hope I managed to do it right :)

Here we will have the first solid (or not) info about Amphitrite. I like Amphitrite's figure, and I will turn her into an important part of the structure here.

Of course, the selkie's skin is in her husband's possession. The thing with selkies' skin doesn't sit right to me, and I used this concept to create another source of tension for this story.

Finally, I'm sorry for the big delay and I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

Yes, you have to stay vigilant, but no one can do this forever. Even the strongest can get exhausted. So, you need to relax. The thing is that you must learn when and where – and with who – you will allow yourself to rest. This can be scary in the beginning, and you will feel the most terrifying loneliness, but experience will come, and you will find balance.

Remember: your home is where your friends are.

When you were sent back to the lodge, the only things you wanted were a bit of silence and a moment by yourself, so you could process the events of the last day, your new position as a married woman and the task that was now in your hands: how would you manage to do something that only the most experienced masters were able to do, you who were never trained in any form of combat, not even in the use of knives? Yes, you did get your wish of not bearing a child answered, but were you really successful in your negotiations with your husband? You doubted that, and as to keep you in your place, he made sure you didn’t think you were.

Well, contrary to your wishes, once you stepped into the room and were left there by the servant (the same who took you to the ceremony’s preparations), you were barely allowed to readjust in it, because Alyssa was just too excited to see you again: ignoring your requests for her to be careful, she left her spot at the window and almost ran toward you when the door was opened, her hands around her belly as to protect the baby from her own recklessness.

– Y/n?! Y/n! Is that really you?!

You sighed in relief when she stopped in front of you with no troubles, but didn’t have time to think of this because the girl wrapped her arms around you and gave you the tightest hug that her condition allowed her.

– You’re finally back! – her voice was a rushed whisper – You should have been sent back yesterday, so when the night passed with no sign of you, I feared that something might have happened to you! But I’m glad you’re okay…

Though you were touched by those words, you preferred not try to wonder what Alyssa had in mind.

– Thank you – you moved away to look into her eyes – He decided to keep me with him for the entire night, so I had no choice. I’m sorry for causing you such anxiety.

You went to sit with her on your bed.

– So, yes, I’m back, but I don’t think okay is the best word to describe myself right now.

The girl frowned.

– No? How so?

You stood in silence for a moment, trying to find the appropriate way to turn your thoughts into words... And, when you did, was solely to provoke in your friend a laughing crisis.

– So… – you started – You told me that many things could happen once I found myself in Poseidon-sama’s presence… But why didn’t you tell me that this included being carried around like a bag of potatoes?

The sound of Alyssa’s laughter filled the enormous room before you could even finish the word potatoes. Her body trembled as she fought to control it, covering her mouth and closing her eyes tight, tears rolling through her hands. At first, you showed impatience – after all, being laughed at by a god by what he saw as fragility was a serious matter to you – but her reaction was so genuine that you just couldn’t stay mad.

– Alyssa, that’s not funny, okay? I didn’t enjoy being treated like that! It was humiliating and I just want to forget it!

– A bag of potatoes! Just imagine the Lord of the Seas carrying one! I can’t!

– Stop it! – you yelled, laughing too.

She took a deep breath and, then, was finally able to speak normally again.

– I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t help it! I was so worried about you and then, when you finally come back, this is the first thing you have to say? – she raised her hands in rendition – It’s just too hilarious!

You rolled your eyes.

– I wish I could see things that way.

Calming down, Alyssa gave you another reason for her attitude.

– Well, actually, it’s not just funny. I’m also surprised that he did this to you as well.

Now, you were the surprised one.

– What do you mean?

– When I was brought to the altar, I was wearing a transparent dress, so the first thing that Poseidon-sama noticed was the size of my legs – the girl explained – He didn’t say anything about them, but his disappointment filled the space between us. When he grabbed my hand and took me to the chambers where our wedding would be consummated, he made a comment about me being too slow and started carrying me on his shoulder – and, as if deliberating with herself, – But you’re a bit taller than me, you know? You must be able to walk faster… – she shrugged – Well, I guess this isn’t enough for him as well… – turning back to you, she suddenly changed the subject – But what about the wedding? The first time you saw him? What did you think? How did it feel like? Tell me everything!

Your cheeks got warm when you recalled the wedding night. You still had mixed feelings about it, so that you weren’t cheering for all that happened, at the same time that you weren’t really sad. But since you were still trying to digest such feelings, you sensed that this wasn’t the time to discuss them; Alyssa could be an understanding friend in case you did it, but you wouldn’t overwhelm her when she was so content for having you back.

– Well, I… Since our family was never devoted to any god, I had no idea of what to expect – you started – I just thought that Poseidon-sama would be similar to the statues we use to see in the temples’ entries and the public spaces. So I was really surprised when I finally saw him – you lowered your tone – He’s beautiful… And with a beauty that’s simply impossible for any human!

– I know – Alyssa commented – He firmly believes that gods are the ultimate bearers of perfection, so he does anything to embody this idea.

You chuckled.

– And I have to say it works in his case. Still, there are some unsettling things about him, such as, when you only take his appearance into account, you might think he’s around our age, but when you look into his eyes, this illusion disappears, and he looks older than everyone, anything you know… – a shiver appeared on your neck and went down your back while you remembered the god’s eyes – Older and terrifying.

Alyssa had an explanation for this.

– He’s one of the eldest deities from Greece, and was chosen to rule over the Domain of the Seas before the mythological ages. Water is a primordial element from all known worlds, including ours, you know? It’s only appropriate.

– Makes sense.

– Besides… you probably noticed that he’s not exactly a mild-tempered man – she lowered her voice, as if afraid of being heard by anyone beyond you.

You remembered the quake on the day you arrived and could only agree.

– This is why I was so worried for you, y/n – Alyssa continued – You’re just so lucky that he didn’t find any reasons to be displeased with you…

You bit your lip.

– Well… maybe he already did.

Your friend opened her mouth and closed it again, and you felt her fear and preoccupation in that small gesture. She asked what were you talking about.

– When Poseidon-sama took me to the chambers where we would have our wedding night, I made him a request – you swallowed – I asked him not to impregnate me.

Alyssa needed to make a superhuman effort to not scream when she heard that.

– You what?! But, how did you…?! – she shook her head – Do you have any idea of what it means to ask such thing from a god? Even more Poseidon-sama?

You let out an impatient sigh.

– I didn’t want to come here and I didn’t want to get married! You already know that – and, calming down a bit, – Not bearing a child was the last hint of freedom I could think of maintaining in this place, so I risked everything I still had (which wasn’t that much) in a deal with him. I’m a merchant, don’t you remember? – you shrugged – This preservation instinct... it runs in our blood.

The other girl frowned, still not believing that you indeed negotiated with Poseidon.

– Well, can you tell me the whole story, then?

– Of course.

And for the next minutes you recalled the events of that night, as well as the mission you received from your husband that morning, moments before he sent you back to the lodge, not hiding anything – except the nickname he gave you. Alyssa listened to each word carefully, not making a single interruption, but the sudden changes in her expression as the story followed revealed everything you needed to know about her feelings towards it.

In the end, by the fact that you returned to the room and the consistence of your narration, she was convinced that the god answered your plead; besides, she remembered seeing a small table close to the bed with a bottle upon it, both similar to the objects you described, and it was easy to imagine that there was a contraceptive fluid inside it.

However, she didn’t think her husband agreed with this deal as if moved by anything that resembled mercy, and she said that to you.

– By what I could see from him, I agree with you – was your reply – The nature of this mission is a proof itself.

Your friend let a hesitant “hm” escape.

– Yes, but that’s not exactly what I’m talking about…

– How so?

She gave you a worried gaze.

– I guess I didn’t tell you everything you need to know about being married with the god of the Seas – she moved upon the bed in discomfort – Look… Having children with desirable traits is not the only reason why Poseidon-sama has so many wives. The fact that most of us conceive in our first time with him makes us… unavailable for quite some time, to start with. There are other factors that might separate him from us, such as sickness and recovering periods between one pregnancy and the next, as well as when his presence is requested out of his domains, mostly in councils at Valhalla, which forces him to stay away for weeks, sometimes for months. For all of this, it’s convenient for him that some his wives are infertile or ask him to not have babies.

You frowned. So, there were women who were unable to bear children among you, and that wasn’t a problem for him? And you weren’t the first to make him that type of request? Well, now that you thought about it, it was only logical that you wouldn’t be: Poseidon has been taking wives for centuries, and you couldn’t suppose that all of them were willing to become mothers.

Besides...

– So, you’re telling me that if I’m not having a baby anytime soon, it means that he will…

It was unnecessary to finish the sentence. Alyssa gave you a silent nod. It was now more than clear that your request wasn’t the most clever decision from your part, something that you could have avoided if you were familiar with gods and their whims.

So, he’s this kind of man, then? Honestly, this side of him was clear for all the time we were together.

Still, you had some counterpoints.

– Alyssa, if I’m not the first to make this type of proposal to him, why did you react that way?

– First, because of your courage, perhaps increased by the fact that you know little about gods. Second, because I could never suppose that he would say yes to such proposal coming from a human – she put her hand under her chin, deliberating – He might have had something in mind… Something that we can’t figure out for now…

– Yes, I see, but there are other things that I can’t ignore. For example, what about Amphitrite-sama? She’s a goddess and his first wife. She is above us. I don’t see why he would chase after us when she’s there for him.

The look your friend gave you told you that you were, for one more time, wrong.

– Maybe it’s time for you to know about Amphitrite-sama, y/n.

Alyssa told you that what existed between Poseidon and Amphitrite was a marriage of convenience: she was the daughter of ancient sea deities, who inhabited those lands long before Poseidon’s arrival, and who offered her hand in exchange of their permanence in them; Poseidon accepted the offer as a way to reassure his dominance over the seas, and it has been like this since then. At first, they even tried to live as a normal couple, but it didn’t take long for both to realize it wouldn’t work, so that today they were just two people who shared the same house, and were more like professional partners then husband and wife.

– Amphitrite-sama’s personal life is a mystery to all of us – Alyssa explained – She’s rarely spotted by any of the other wives, and talking to her is almost impossible for us. Only Poseidon-sama, Proteus-sama and the servants are in touch with her routine and habits. We don’t even know exactly her feelings and thoughts towards us: some of the girls believe she hates us, this being the reason why we don’t see her often, but others think she actually cares for us, because she was the first to know the god of the seas as a man, so she’s aware of what is like to be in our place. I’ve never seen her myself, and I’m not sure of what to think, but I think she uses to spend her time out of here, maybe with her family, friends or a lover. I suppose we will never know.

You, from your part, were sure that enduring days and nights beside a man like the Tyrant of the Seas and being forced to accept the presence of thousands of other women in her own house must have been anything but easy. You were able to feel compassion for the goddess, but tried not to think too much about it.

What really interested you about Amphitrite, to be honest, had nothing to do with her private life or marriage.

– I’d understand if she chose to live her life that way. I suppose I myself would do the same if I was in her place – you commented – But, about her role as the Queen of the Seas... how exactly does it work? What are the signs of her presence here?

About this, Alyssa had some words, but they sounded as mysterious as all the rest.

– As far as I know, she shares the administrative matters with her husband, though he’s the one who has the final word in every question – a strange glimmer appeared in her eyes – But I’ve heard some stories that said that she is the real responsible for the maintenance of the palace’s structure, which includes its physical premises, the organization of the staff and their daily routine… and even us.

– What? – you frowned.

– About this, I have my doubts – your friend shrugged – But some say that most of the servants answer directly to her, and that even Proteus-sama fears her. Besides, there are rumors that she has already helped women and their children to leave her husband’s domain forever, as a way to favor the ones who have suffered and to maintain the order, given that the number of women would always vary like this.

– I see.

– Well, whether these stories are true or not, Amphitrite-sama is the Queen of this place, and we should be careful if we ever have to deal with her.

***

During the period that preceded your wedding, you received all your meals inside the lodge by the same hours everyday: since you still haven’t been touched by Poseidon neither you were given the pair of earrings that identified his wives, you still haven’t the right to join the other women in the great hall for breakfasts, lunches and dinners. Alyssa had the said right, but due to the aching that her swollen feet provoked in case she insisted on the long walk to the hall, as well as to make you company, she preferred to eat in the room, where you had a small table prepared for this.

However, now that you were married and were free from physical restrictions, you no longer had reasons to keep yourself separated from the others, so right in the day after you were sent back, a servant came to lead you to have your first lunch in the hall.

Even though you were expecting for this, your heart jumped inside your chest with the perspective of entering a large place full of people who you didn’t know and who weren’t exactly receptive to your kind. You thought of asking your friend to come with you, but didn’t have the courage to do so: you would have to learn to survive there sooner or later, without bringing discomfort to anyone. But, without you expecting it, she offered herself to accompany you.

The servant raised an eyebrow at her.

– Are you really in conditions of walking to the great hall?

– I am – Alyssa replied with all the confidence – Besides, this is an important moment for my friend, and I want to be there with her.

The servant looked from her to you, then back to her, but didn’t argue. They asked both of you to follow them and closed the room’s door as you walked out of it.

***

The servant pushed the pair of golden doors before you with little effort, but they obeyed immediately, revealing the great hall in its full glory.

Just like you imagined, it was similar to other places you’ve been at, in a sense that it carried cleanliness, organization and luxury as its pillars, making it as beautiful as those other premises, with walls decorated with marine concepts, columns of white marble, large tables of noble woods and objects coated in gold – and it was as full as the center of a human city in a market day.

To anywhere you looked, you saw a mixture of colors, shapes and sounds created by priestesses of the Northern Waters, selkies, naiads and other kinds of nymphs, mermaids who were able to change their scales and walk with legs, and many other women from different regions of the known worlds, all of them wearing pearls like yours. Some would proudly exhibit the jewels as if they were the meaning of their lives, but others seemed to have forgotten about their presence on their bodies, just like the pearls became part of them; in fact, some didn’t wear them as proper earrings: there were girls who you guessed to be from the depths of the seas, having delicate, translucent fins instead of ears, and the pearls were pierced on their upper sides; others didn’t have visible auricular organs at all, so the pearls were on their heads, necks and, in some cases, on each side of their hairless faces, where their eyebrows would be.

The majority of the women, which bodies were of humanoid shapes, had their pregnancies evident, with rounded bellies covered in loosen dresses, like to the one you were wearing right now, but others seemed to be just like you, with no protuberance to indicate the presence of a child inside them; and there were some who, despite resembling the human form, were carrying baskets on the fold of their arms in order to transport eggs, and those eggs were from different numbers and appearances. You didn’t see children at that place, and this corroborated with what Alyssa told about them being taken from their mothers after the period of essential activities between them, such as breastfeeding.

Indeed, the scene was strange and beautiful, so much that if you didn’t know what kind of place you were at, you could be led to believe that you were in a kingdom of women.

As you walked through the main corridor, having the long tables at both sides, you recognized some of the girls who traveled with you, but most of them you were seeing for the first time. From their part, the reactions were similar to what you saw when you entered the carriage: at each step you took, the looks of curiosity, suspicion, disdain and explicit discontentment for the presence of, not only one, but two human beings in that sacred house burned your skin and made your heart beat faster.

You glanced at Alyssa and noticed her nervousness.

– Are you alright? – you whispered.

– Yes – she mumbled back, with her hands on her belly – It’s just that I’m no longer used to the distance between our room and this place.

– I see – you looked ahead, and spotted the space where you were supposed to take your food – Let’s get something for us and find a calmer spot to sit at.

You stopped in front of the large pans and the mixed scent of spices, seeds and meat invaded your nostrils alongside the steam. Everything seemed tasty, though you could barely recognize the foods. Unlike the things offered to you at the lodge – everything specially selected for your species – the foods were all mixed there, so Alyssa instructed you while you filled your plate, indicating what would be accepted by your body and what you were better stay away from. In the end, you managed to get a good combination of exotic seafood and typical spices from Midgard, and went to one of the tables.

***

The meal was excellent, and you were content for finding a good spot to sit despite the crowd around you. In order to not gather unwanted attention (at least not more than you already received), you avoided talking while you were there, unless it was strictly necessary. You were careful not to make a mess, and cleaned after ourselves before leaving the table.

To be honest, the hall wasn’t as noisy as you expected: it was more like a party were only the rich attended, with a display of good manners, elegance and the sound of soft voices spreading across the air. You never enjoyed being at that type of event while you lived with your father, but you knew how to behave, using your ears more than your eyes, pretending to be absorbed in your current task and only looking around a few times to make sure you became part of the landscape.

Still, a human who has entered the hall for the first time couldn’t be as invisible as she wished, and you noticed the occasional looks from the people near you. There was a woman in special, who were sitting on the opposite side of your table, three seats away from Alyssa, who wouldn’t take her eyes off you, even when you stared her back; she resembled a human girl in everything, from her brown, wavy hair to her olive skin, the only exception being the aspect of her eyes, bigger, in the slight shape of almonds, with their outer corners turned up. Alyssa noticed her looks and, moving her lips without letting her voice out, she identified her one word.

Selkie.

You’ve never seen an individual from that people before, but you’ve heard stories about some who has been living among humans since the old times; the relations between the two species were never easy, so that you wouldn’t be surprised if that one tried to bring this old feud to the depths of the sea. You already decided to ask about her later, but soon this precaution became unnecessary, for when you stood up and prepared to leave, the sounds of the room were supplanted by a clear, real voice.

– Another human being among us in so little time? Interesting. It seems that our beloved husband is planning to bring change to the family. For reasons only known by himself.

Your eyes turned automatically to the selkie’s direction, and you saw she was already looking at you, now on her feet. You noticed her swollen belly under a tunic of an opaque fabric that resembled a seal skin. The table was silent as the other women stared at you, some unsettled by those words, others eager to hear your reply.

Alyssa grabbed her plate and was going to walk around the table to reach your side, but you saw the look in her eyes, a quiet plead for you to not listen to the provocations, but you were just tired of that and decided to ignore the advice.

– If you’re going to say that I don’t belong to this kingdom and I have no right to be here – you took your plate from the table – Save your words, because I myself agree with you.

The selkie frowned: whatever she wanted to hear from you, it wasn’t those words.

– What?

You sighed.

– Do you really think one would choose to live in a place where their people are not welcome? – you looked around – Would someone here do something like that?

The woman bit her lip, but kept her composure.

– Whether you chose to come here or not, it’s good that you’re aware of this. You must be a careful girl.

You shrugged.

– Most of the times.

Alyssa, who finally stopped by your side, intervened.

– We’re not seeking for trouble, Melian – she spoke to the selkie – There’s no need for this conversation to carry on.

The other displayed a smile full of sharp, small teeth at your friend, but there was no sign of sympathy on her gaze.

– Why not? We’re having so much fun with it!

You spoke to bring her attention back to you.

– So, is there something you want to ask, or am I allow to leave? – you glanced at Alyssa – I need to take her back to her room.

Melian raised an eyebrow, as if thinking of a new provocation. But, as it uses to happen with people who are used to such things, she didn’t need much time to find one.

– You’re so worried about your human friend, but what about yourself? – and, inclining her head to the side in fake worry, – Don’t you need special care too?

– What?

– Oh, you’re pregnant, aren’t you? – Melian pointed at your ears – I can see you’ve already been with him, but were you able to do your part, or are you just like her, who needed a second trial to do the only thing she’s supposed to be good at?

Alyssa lowered her eyes, but said anything. You gritted your teeth: you could stand people talking at your back and despising you, but doing this with a friend was a different story.

You decided to speak out the truth and see what was going to happen.

– No, I’m not carrying a child and, heaven forbid, I will never do it!

A wave of shocked whispers spread among the girls.

“Is she unable to conceive?”

“Poseidon-sama didn’t touch her? Why did he bring her here, then?”

“Maybe he did touch her, but she didn’t get pregnant!”

“What if she refused to give him children? Can you imagine that?”

“Nonsense! Saying no to a god, and your husband? She could never...”

“If this was the case, she would certainly be punished, but she’s here, safe and sound!”

– Don’t listen to them – Alyssa whispered – They have nothing to do with this.

Melian, whose surprise hasn’t been completely hidden, still had some words for you.

– Is this some sort of punishment he gave you, or are you cursed? Why do you speak of your condition in such a cheerful manner?

– Because, to me, it’s a reason to cheer at – the firmness of your words silenced the whispers and made her swallow – When I was taken to my wedding night, I pleaded to our husband, asking him not to give me children… and he listened to me. I am able to conceive, but I didn’t wish to, so I begged him and got my request answered.

The air was heavy with that revelation. How dare you – was the question in each of the faces turned to you.

– I don’t believe you – Melian spoke between her teeth – If you did something like this, you should be dead.

– Yet, here I am – you hit back – Alive and not pregnant. What are you going to do about it?

The selkie gasped. Alyssa held your arm, as if begging you to leave the hall.

It was when a calm contralto voice raised in the room, and everyone turned to its direction.

– Melian, won’t you stop pestering the girl just because she did the very thing you wanted to do, but had no courage to?

The voice belonged to a woman with blue skin and fins on each side of her head, who was sitting on the same side of the table as Melian and somehow looked older than the women around her. You noticed that she was the only one who hasn’t raised her head to see the argument, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t paying attention. You found it curious that, despite not having a prominent belly, her chair was positioned at a certain distance from the table.

The selkie turned to her, with a gaze that carried more nervousness than exasperation.

– Suriah, don’t start with your...

– Don’t you know our husband detests these kind of behavior? – the woman, Suriah, interrupted, unaffected – Besides, meal times are supposed to be pleasing, not a source of distress.

Melian’s skin turned pale with those words, less because of fear of the older wife than because of a non disguised anger.

The woman sighed and finally looked at you.

– You’re not just an inexperienced wife, as far as I can see, human – she started – You also know little about dealing with gods, don’t you?

You swallowed. You remembered that Poseidon himself said something similar to you.

– You could say that.

Suriah laughed.

– It’s pretty obvious, judging by the fact that you didn’t just plead to him… – she raised the spot on her face where there would be an eyebrow if she had hair – You tried to negotiate with him, didn’t you?

You gasped. How did she know?

– This type of thing might work among your people, but with gods, specially with someone like Poseidon-sama, things are quite different – she explained – He might have conceded you the favor you wanted, but what he asked from you in return… I suppose it made you shiver.

You didn’t reply.

– You don’t need to be so shy about it – she assured you – There are others like you around here, and they know what it’s like to be in such position. Our husband indeed loves us, but he doesn’t get along with rebel women. In this sense, Melian is in a better place than you.

Melian, who was still in silence, lowered her eyes at those words.

You, from your part, wanted to leave that place and forget about this unsettling conversation at first, but your curiosity, as well as the fact that you needed to gather information, overcame this urge, and you stood there.

– Suriah, right? – she nodded positively at your question – You seem to have experience in matters with gods. Can you tell me more?

Suriah seemed satisfied with your request.

– Of course I can, and I’m going to make things easier for you to understand by telling my own story. When I first came here, I knew the basics about my future husband and the life that awaited me, yet I think that if I knew more, I would never get into this situation – she sighed – Just like you, I wasn’t willing to carry children, so I begged for his favor, he gave it to me… But with a price.

You sensed a tension spreading among the women when the word price reached their ears. Suriah ignored this and carried on with the story.

– There’s a certain game, very popular among the gods, which I won’t bother to describe to you. I should learn the rules in one week and play one time with a subordinate of Proteus-sama, who’s a master at it. The result would determine if my request would be answered: if I won, I wouldn’t be impregnated that year; otherwise, I would have a child for each mistake during the game… every year.

You gasped.

– Every year? – your voice trembled – How is this possible?

Suriah chuckled, not refusing an explanation.

– The physiology of my people is such that allows us to endure multiple pregnancies. If I make love once, I will have one child. If it happens more times, consecutively, I will have the equivalent number of children. This is precisely what I bargained with Poseidon-sama: no child, or the number of my mistakes. And I lost.

You swallowed, but found the courage to ask what you had in mind.

– And how many mistakes you made?

The woman revealed the reason why her chair was distant from the table: she had a basket with lilac eggs on her lap. An unsettling wave of whispers spread among the girls when she raised the basket, and Melian slowly sat down. You couldn’t take your eyes off the basket’s interior, but found yourself unable to count the eggs: you only knew that they were many.

Answering the question you didn’t make, Suriah spoke:

– There are fifteen eggs here – she looked at them with affection – Fifteen beautiful children waiting to be born. Just as there were fifteen of them last year, and there will be in the next one.

Chapter 7

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BACK TO DECEMBER 04: druken words, sober thoughts !

scaramouche x reader smau

op note: do you guys like my comeback :D anyways venti said kys so thats a warning (he said it to child so its ok)

"Is this a good top?" you ask Ayaka, the goddess of fashion herself and she nodded. Finally. You now have clothes to wear in that party.

You should really be thinking about the release of grades tomorrow but it's time to party and see him again. Yehey! What if you two meet and talk again? Yeah right. No way. But as clothes were placed and staring at the mirror.

It was alright.

And out of the dresser you stepped out and finally found yourself to the comfort of books and refreshing air conditioning. The reading club truly is well funded.

"You look so good on your outfit bae!" Yoimiya smiled at me.

"They're gonna have scaramouche on the bed right this second." Kaveh even sneered at me.

Rule 24 of the reading club: Always compliment your fellow member in a new outfit (especially if it was made to impress their crushes) BECAUSE WE ALL SLAY. -rule made by kaveh

And as compliments flooded in everytime the members one by one showed their fits. You were all about to dominate floptaglia's party....

....or so you thought

It was no surprise that Childe was rich. The surprise came that even with all this much space the rooms were filled with people. Who will clean this mess? And as your friend scurry on to their places.

Kaeya making out with someone. Oh wait is that Albedo?

Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering with each other. They will probably end with making out. And as all comes down you realized that you were alone. And so the corner of the room, in that tiny empty space you just stand. Feeling left out.

A wine in hand you just sat there watching people. It wasn't that you're anti-social but where will you fit in any of their conversations? You'll just bother them.

"So it is possible to be lonely in a crowded room?" He stared at you and sat in the couch, his voice sound slurry, maybe he had too much.

You didn't bother to greet the voice, instead looking at Xiao blushing while talking to Aether. "It is very much possible. But I'm talking to you right now so I'm a little less alone."

His sound seemed a little hushed, that you can't hear and as an act of curiosity you moved from your place and stared him at the—YOU WERE TALKING TO HIM?! Scaramouche's looked puffy and pouty right now, his once pale skin now slightly red.

And every single plan to meet him flew out the window. He needs rest. And as you carry him, (he was heavy for his size) you finally arrived at the nearest guestroom you tried everything for him to rest. Getting him to bed, giving him a blanket and even tucking him in and making sure he has enough pillows.

He still was awake..

What does the great and mighty Scaramouche need to sleep? You do have something, but you feel like only Kunikuzushi would appreciate it. Perhaps the past is simply non existent to him anymore but still you started to sing a lullaby that his mother always sang to him when he was younger. And little by little he finally went to sleep.

As you grabbed the door handle to exit the guest room he quietly muttered:

"If all of this never happened would we still be what we used to before?"

"....."

"It's for the better."

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SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty | stage one, denial

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as the grand ball begins, you start to realise that maybe scaramouche isn't so bad after all.

warnings: swearing, lots of tension, use of scara's real name, reader wears a dress, alcohol mention, just full of fluff hehe

a/n: sorry guys i kinda went overboard in this chap and it's like over 5k words haha i hope i don't bore you guys out. happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

the sound of your ringtone was what woke you up from your slumber.

it was still so early— you think. who in the world could possibly be calling you so early in the morning?

grumbling, you tried reaching out for your phone on the nightstand, fatigue still evident, only for you to stop when you felt like something was holding you back.

you felt a warm breath fanning your neck, and immediately jerk awake in shock. turning your head slightly, you slowly look at the culprit.

eyes wide, you quickly turn your head back and slapped a hand to your mouth. creeping your hand down from your face, you carefully lifted the duvet cover and once again, slapped a hand to your mouth.

the incoming call from your phone went unperceived as you lay there in shock, completely flabbergasted at the situation you're in right now.

scaramouche was behind you. sleeping peacefully with you in his arms. your back to his chest. the scaramouche. the scaramouche who hated physical contact more than anyone else. the scaramouche who hated you more than anyone else.

you tilted your head to see him again, still in disbelief. to convince yourself that everything is real and that you're not dreaming, you poked his shoulder with your finger a couple of times.

unfortunately, everything is very real.

flustered, you tried getting out from his hold by moving the arm that looped around your waist, but failed miserably when scaramouche unconsciously brought you closer than before, his grip on you tight.

despite being a detective with the strength above average, you still couldn't get yourself off of him. it was no doubt that scaramouche is gonna have you caged in until he wakes up.

which makes everything the more annoying. scaramouche was always known for being a light sleeper, you could quite literally just wake him up with just the slightest creak of a door, hell, he even woke up last night by just hearing your groans and sheets shuffling.

so why the hell is not waking up right now? especially at a time you wanted him to wake up the most?

letting out a huff, you laid there defeatingly. you wanted to give up but then the familiar chime of your ringtone rings again, so you have no choice but to go and pick up the call.

you suck in a breath before attempting to get your phone for the second time, only this time you're trying to drag scaramouche along with you to the end of the bed.

it was successful at first, but things usually never go your way at times like these (or ever, really).

your hand barely reached the end of the nightstand when scaramouche decided it was a good time for him to roll over on you, resulting in you being squished by his figure on the bed. you cursed him a couple of times.

looks like you're never gonna answer that call.

“scara, wake up.”

“scaramouche, wake up now.”

you groaned, voice slightly muffled from the pillow you were buried in. “oh for fucks sake.” putting up all the mighty strength you have, you pushed him off of you completely, which to you, is a success.

but also, unfortunately for you, you might've accidentally used up too much strength, because you sent him falling off the bed with a loud thud.

wincing at the sound, you quickly got up from bed to look at him, worried you might've killed him or something.

“what the hell...” scaramouche mumbled while sitting up, still drowsy from just waking up.

well, that's one way to wake up someone, you thought to yourself. at least he's awake now.

“shoot, i'm sorry! are you hurt?!” you asked worryingly.

scaramouche slowly looked up to you, and he almost faltered at how weirdly pretty you are right now, even in your stupidly messy bed hair and tired face. he thinks that he's crazy, given how he's seeing you in a different way now.

he snapped back to reality, recalling how you were the one who made him fall off the bed, and then the signature scowl of his is back. “what the hell?! did you just push me off the bed?!”

“well... kind of...” you replied, rubbing your neck sheepishly, before glaring at him. “but in my defense, you literally slept like a stupid log the whole time! and you couldn't stop clinging onto me even when i'm trying to get out of bed!”

indigo eyes went wide, scaramouche stared at you in shock. “w–what?” he stammered.

“someone was calling me a few minutes ago, but i couldn't even get my phone 'cause you hugged me to your chest like there's no tomorrow, which is ironic considering how you loathed hugs, or any physical contact in general.” you said, figure towering over him.

the ravenette went beet red and quickly tried standing up before accidentally kicking your shins instead, sending you tumbling down on him.

maybe you should really start asking the archons for forgiveness, lest you want the bad luck to keep coming at you like this.

groaning, you opened your eyes, propping yourself up with your elbows. though, you were greeted by scaramouche's bare collarbone instead, making you blush at the sight. you then snap your eyes to his, and soon your face flushed even more.

scaramouche looked up at you confusedly, still dizzy from the impact of falling down. his hair falls completely in place, strands of dark purple covering the carpeted floor just nicely, and his face, archons, his insanely attractive and porcelain face.

if you weren't his acquaintance, you would've been labeled a creep right now for shamelessly staring at him.

you quickly pushed those weird thoughts aside. you ought to recall this back once your mind is well clear.

turns out, the person who called you was none other than yunjin. clicking on the call button on her contact name, you wait for the young woman to pick up.

“hello?” a familiar voice answered, though it wasn't yun jin's.

“oh, hey viktor, it's me. can i talk to yun jin?”

the sound of rustling can be heard from the other line, and viktor replied. “she's in the bathroom right now, why?” he asked.

you closed the door behind you and headed for the lift lobby, needing some fresh air. “well, she kinda called me earlier but i didn't answer 'cause um...” you paused, fumbling for an answer. “...asleep, yeah, i was asleep! i didn't hear her call me.”

“luna, it's 12 p.m.” viktor commented as you arrived at the lift lobby, standing by the big window.

“that's besides the point!”

you heard faint footsteps, and you turned around. “ah, sorry, gotta go. tell yun jin to call me back later.” you said before ending the call.

putting your detective instincts to good use, you keep your guard up, waiting for the person that's about to walk in the lobby.

only for yun jin to appear.

“yun jin?”

yun jin jumped in shock, as if she's seen a ghost. “o–oh! luna... what brings you here?”

“i was just getting some fresh air.” you said, shoving your phone in your pocket. “what are you doing here? i called you just now but viktor answered instead, he said you were in the bathroom.”

the young woman widened her eyes, and looked elsewhere. “i uh– i just needed some space!” she exclaimed.

you raised a brow, curious as to why she would make up a lie, specifically to you. yun jin stood there awkwardly, one hand hiding behind her back.

it was suspicious how she called you so early in the morning, lied to you, then going somewhere alone, and now, possibly hiding something behind her back. you can't ignore the fact that she didn't bring her phone either.

looking at her for a couple of seconds, you sighed. even though you are a detective undercover, you should not make it obvious that you're suspicious of her, especially when she feels like the little guy right now.

“okay. you wanna join me?”

yun jin slowly shook her head, declining you. “i need to um, get something from viktor's car. i'll see you at the ball later.” just as she said those words, the elevator on your floor dings, and a group of people came out, giving yun jin an opportunity to escape from you.

“wait–”

the elevator doors closed, already heading downwards.

you let out a grumble. you wanted to follow her and sneak up on what she's doing, but it was just too risky. with snezhnaya uni students all around, you are bound to get caught if you were to follow your dear friend.

this case is definitely going to be the end of you.

6:38 p.m.

you only have a few minutes left before the grad ball event starts, yet you're still contemplating on your outfit for the night.

sighing, you stared at the mirror in the bathroom. even though you've picked the dress with yun jin the other day, it still felt foreign wearing it right now.

it looks fine, you tried reassuring yourself. it's only going to be a few hours anyways.

6:45 p.m.

you're still in the bathroom.

walking back and forth, you keep telling yourself that you look good enough. looking at the mirror from time to time, you tried making yourself look better, even if you were already touched up to the brim.

maybe this is the curse of getting older, you think. these idiotic events are definitely not for you.

not to mention your gunshot wound scar is still there. it was healed now, but it didn't mean that the scar would go away completely.

now that your shoulders are quite exposed, everyone could basically see it clearly. you thought about covering it with a bandage of some sort, in case anyone ever questions it, but you didn't have any.

tilting your head back in frustration, you let out a groan.

“y/n, you okay in there?” a voice said from behind the door.

you turned your head towards the door. “uh, yeah, 'm fine...” you replied. “i think.”

“anything wrong?”

“...it's nothing, i'm just trying to get used to this dress. feels weird.”

scaramouche hummed a tune. “we have around fifteen minutes before it starts, we should probably head out now.”

you looked at the mirror one last time.

it's fine. nothing's gonna go wrong.

brushing over your healed scar, you walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening the door to see scaramouche already waiting for you.

you stilled for a moment, taking in the sight of the man in front of you. he was donning the usual black blazer suit and dark purple tie, except this time he had a waist coat on, the clothing hugging his waist just perfectly.

it was hard not to stare at him like a madman.

scaramouche was frozen the whole time too, taken aback by you. for the years he's known you, he has never seen you in a dress, an absolute stunning one at that.

most cases that involved in grand events were usually assigned to signora or childe, since they were much more of a better choice in that expertise. so for scaramouche to be shocked when witnessing you in such a gorgeous dress would be an understatement.

he looked away immediately, crimson creeping up the tip of his ears.

you pursed your lips at his actions. “it's that bad, huh?” you huffed, fixing your hair. “i know this was a bad idea–”

“n–no, you look... great.” scaramouche cut you off, fixating his eyes back on you.

you flushed at the compliment, making the ravenette blush even more at your expression. he looked away once again.

it was silent for a moment, just the two of you being awkward for archons know what reason. things have been weird between you and scaramouche, and you don't know if it's a good or a bad thing.

scaramouche cleared his throat and walked closer to you, handing something. looking up at him, you raised a brow in question.

“ear piece. just in case we need them.”

upon realisation, you take the ear piece from his hand, yours brushing over his slightly.

“thanks.” you thanked him as you put on the small ear piece in your ear. “you ready to head out?”

scaramouche stared at you for a few seconds, making you look up at him. “what?” you asked.

he suddenly reached out his hand to you. you were still looking at him confusedly, not sure what he's trying to do.

“don't you remember?”

“remember what?”

scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. he took ahold of your hand, slowly interlocking his fingers with yours.

“that i'm your date.”

the venue is extremely beautiful, with banners all over the place, students filling up the place, it was livelier than anything. the decorations and lightings were also another great addition to the humongous hall. you and scaramouche never managed to finish decorating as 'workers', so you were stunned to see the place being absolutely colourful.

“i already feel like puking.” scaramouche commented, his eyes averting elsewhere.

you chuckled, tugging on his hand that was clasped with yours. “come on, it's not that bad. it'd be a fun experience!”

you and scaramouche never attended any grand events in university before, the both of you only focusing on your studies instead, striving to be the best student. despite you two not being in the same uni, you could relate to scaramouche a lot when it comes to working your asses off back then.

the male beside you rolled his eyes for the second time that night. you both strode forward, hand still intertwined.

you heard someone call you by your fake name, and you turned your head towards the direction it came from. yun jin and viktor were sitting at a round table, and there were two seats available beside yun jin.

walking over to yun jin, you greeted her. “hey, yun jin!” you chirped, releasing your hand from scaramouche's to hug the girl. “you look great.”

“aww, look at you, all smushy!” yun jin exclaimed, hugging you tightly. she retracted herself a bit to look at you. “look at yourself, you're so pretty! no wonder ivan has his eyes on you the whole time.”

you widened your eyes at her comment, and swiftly turned your head towards scaramouche who was beside you. he quickly looked away to make it look like he wasn't intently listening, cheeks going red. it earned a laugh from viktor from the table.

“ah, take a seat! we saved these spots for you guys.”

you and scaramouche both took a seat, and yun jin followed suit after. the table was fully set up with clean plates and utensils, along with wine glasses and napkins.

yun jin shot you a look. “why did you two take so long? i thought you guys would be here long before us.”

“luna used the bathroom for too long.” scaramouche said blatantly, causing you to slap his forearm. it was true that you were in the bathroom for quite a while, but with scaramouche saying that with no context, it made it seem like you were using the bathroom for number two, which in that case, is pretty embarrassing to be saying out loud.

“–because i needed to fix up on my dress.” you continued his sentence quickly. the young woman beside you raised a brow, but didn't question any further.

you looked at viktor, who was currently eating some food on his plate, and then looked at yun jin's plate, which was filled with food. you almost forgot there was a buffet.

yun jin saw you peering over her plate and she clasped her hands. “ah! i'm sorry, we were really hungry and couldn't wait for you. you guys should go get some food, the buffet's at the corner over there.”

thanking yun jin, you stood up, scaramouche following along. “y'know, yun jin's been weird today.” you said as you two slowly walked over to the buffet.

“really?”

“yeah, earlier today, she was the one who called me, and when i called her back, viktor answered instead, saying she was busy in the bathroom.” you informed. “and when i hanged up, i stumbled upon yun jin at the lift lobby, she was acting all weird too. no phone, just a sling bag and something she hid behind her.”

“but now, she looks like the normal yun jin i know. it's kind of creepy.”

scaramouche stopped beside the buffet booth. “maybe viktor did something.”

“well, i'm not so sure–” your sentence was interrupted when someone accidentally bumped into you, resulting in you losing your footing. just as you were stumbling, scaramouche caught you, one hand on your hip, the other on your shoulder.

your breath hitched. he was much closer to you now, and you swear you were about to fall on your knees again looking at his expression.

the person who bumped you was about to tell you off on how you were in the wrong, but stopped almost instantly when they saw scaramouche's face.

if looks could kill, then that person would've been dead meat just about now.

they quickly fumbled for an apology upon seeing scaramouche's death glare, and ran off somewhere in fear.

he sighed, averting his gaze to you. “are you okay?” he asked worryingly, hand instinctively rubbing your shoulder.

couldn't contain it much longer, you let out a small laugh, causing scaramouche to furrow his brows. “why are you laughing?!”

“you're so worried of me, it's kind of funny.”

“i– wh– i'm just looking out for you!” scaramouche said embarrassingly, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.

you laughed again, hand brushing over his tense forearm. “stop worrying about me, scara. i'm fine.”

scaramouche let out a huff, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles over your hip.

an idea popped up in your head.

“ah! do you want to check out the venue? like do a quick little investigation, in case there's anything suspicious we need to take note of.”

the male in front of you took a moment to think over your suggestion. “yeah, sure. you wanna split up?”

“hmm, that'd be a great idea actually...” you said, pondering on it. “okay, we'll split up. make sure to call for me if there's anything.” you pointed towards the earpiece hidden in your ear.

that's how it went on for the next twenty minutes or so. you both went opposite ways to investigate, leading you to go straight to where most students liked going; the dance floor.

it was still pretty early, so there weren't exactly that many students there, but it doesn't hurt to check it out.

things don't seem to go well for you when you end up not finding anything suspicious.

you sighed. looking up on the ceiling, you eyed the decorations above. you realised something when you looked at the lights. ah, where have you heard about lightings before...

you widened your eyes as you finally remembered. based on yesterday's conversation between the workers, one of the spotlights had a few screws loose, and it seemed like they didn't bother fixing it up, meaning that it's probably hanging somewhere.

problem is, you have no idea which one it is.

things could go very bad if you don't manage to find it in time. one, the spotlights in the venue are fucking huge. two, if it's damn huge, then it's capable enough to injure someone, or kill, even. three, there's too many people here. if the spotlight goes down, it could quite literally hurt at least three people in one sitting.

this makes things even worse than it already is.

groaning for the umpteenth time that night, you continued on your investigation, the broken spotlight still plaguing your mind.

after your feeble attempts on investigating the venue, you gave up and headed for one of the balconies they had, needing a change of scenery at the moment.

“thought i'd find you here.” a voice said.

looking back from where you were leaning, you peered at scaramouche, who was walking closer, opting to stand beside you. on the other hand, you were already leaning over the railings, arms propped on them. you fixated your eyes back on the view you were admiring. the night sky.

“y'know we have our earpiece, you could just call me there and ask me where i was.”

scaramouche ignored your comment. “did you find anything?”

you sighed, shaking your head. “it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with this place along with the event, as far as i'm concerned.”

“hmph.”

you glanced up at scaramouche. “what are you so grumpy for?” you asked, slightly amused.

“this case.” he said, joining you on staring at the sky, stars glittering everywhere. “everything we do leads back to square one.”

“well... that's just how things are, i guess. it's not like we've never hit a dead end whenever we work on a case before.”

scaramouche slowly averted his gaze to you, taking in the view. the night sky was bright tonight, enough to faintly illuminate your face, the face scaramouche couldn't get his mind off the whole week.

it was comical, he thinks. for the past month, he's done nothing but admire you. the fierce man who pushes aside emotion, who puts his job over anything else, was in awe of you, the person he supposedly declared an enemy.

it took him awhile to grasp the concept that maybe, he has just the slightest feelings for you. no, it wasn't like those silly crush feelings children always have, this was... different.

the feeling is like being crushed by a thousand waves of emotions, emotions he never knew he could possibly have. emotions like empathy, sadness, and the most shocking one of all, fondness.

scaramouche is an apathetic and aloof man, yet he has no idea how you, could change his demeanor to a whole 180. you, who has done nothing but be there for him for the past three months you've worked together.

if scaramouche told himself three months ago that he'd be standing here, staring at your pretty face with pure adoration, he'd never believed it, ever.

the chilly wind nips at your bare skin, and you slightly shiver from the cold night, rubbing your hands up and down your arms. scaramouche couldn't help but let out a breath at the sight.

out of instinct, he took off his black blazer, and draped it over your shoulders, making you glance up at him in confusion. he merely shrugged, fixing it up properly so it covers your figure from the windy night.

“you looked like you were gonna die from the cold.” he said flatly, and you arched a brow.

“who knew the scaramouche was so considerate of me?” you chuckled, bringing his blazer closer to you. the warm of his body was still emitting from the blazer, and the cloth had a hint of his favourite cologne.

scaramouche was silent for a moment, staring up at the starry night. “...kunikuzushi.” he mumbled, voice barely a whisper, but still enough for you to hear.

“huh?”

“kunikuzushi. my real name. the one my mother had given me before i was abandoned.” he muttered, eyes still plastered on the full moon.

you looked at him in shock. just yesterday he was talking about his mother, and now, he unveiled his real name to you.

you blinked a few times, as if to convince yourself none of this was real. “kunikuzushi...” you trailed off, thinking about the name. “kuni... i like it. your name is pretty.”

scaramouche widened his eyes, and for the hundredth time that night, he blushed once again. the name he hated rolled off your tongue so easily, and he's not quite sure if he was flustered at the way you shortened his name, or the way you complimented it.

“why tell me this?” you asked after a beat of silence, still shock as to why he'd do such a thing. “i doubt you want anyone to call you by your real name, given how you go by scaramouche this whole time.”

he finally looked at you. “i think you deserve to know.” he replied. “i don't want you to live in a tapestry of lies, so you deserve to know everything about me.”

eyes wide, you left your mouth agape. is this really the scaramouche you know? the scaramouche who never talked about his personal life? the scaramouche who never, ever, talked to anyone even a sliver of his past? and he's revealing everything to you? the last person you thought he'd ever tell?

you let out a huff in annoyance, but it only ends with you being flustered instead. just the thought of scaramouche revealing everything about him only to you makes it feel like you were the most important person in his life.

scaramouche sighed, and was on his way to turn around and leave the balcony. “it's okay if you don't want to know stuff about me, just think of this as–”

“n–no!” you interrupted, grabbing onto his hand to stop him, and he looked at you confusedly. “i like how brave you are for talking about your life, and it'd be an honour for me to know a lot more about you. so please, don't be afraid to talk about it with me... kuni.”

his breath hitched. he never thought his real name, the one that he had buried deep down, would sound so angelic, coming from your mouth. his heart probably did some flips along the way too.

he grumbled, walking back to where he stood just now. “okay.” was all he said.

smiling, you brought him closer to you by tugging the hand that's still interlaced with yours. “so, kunikuzushi.” you began, staring up at him with a mischievous smile. “wanna tell me what you were like when you were a kid?”

scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes at your words. “really? that's the first thing you want to know about me?” he questioned, glancing at you.

“nothing wrong with wanting to know what baby kuni was like.”

“have you been drinking?”

you gasped dramatically. “what makes you think that?!”

“you always talk about nonsense whenever you're drunk.” scaramouche said shyly, looking away to hide the blush that's creeping up his neck. he still can't get used to you calling him by a different name, being shortened to your liking at that too.

you laughed, and scaramouche instinctively brushed his thumb over your knuckles. “oh? what kind of nonsense are we talking? mind elaborating?”

scaramouche glared at you, though it wasn't in a bad way, like he always did before. “that's preposterous. i'm not telling you what you talk about when you're drunk.”

“aw, you're no fun.” you pouted. you two were a little too close now, face merely inches away, hand intertwined, your side touching his. scaramouche, no, kunikuzushi looks pretty like this, you think. faced flushed, indigo eyes staring right into you with those red eyeliner that just screams him, this is something you wished you could picture forever.

scaramouche has always looked attractive to you, even when you two were at each others throats. but right now, he looks even more handsome than ever.

you think you might have gotten possessed, because you just have the sudden urge to kiss that pretty face of his.

your eyes flickered to his lips, and you swore that you never felt such want to kiss someone's lips before.

scaramouche looked at you confusedly, thinking of a reason why you were staring weirdly at his lips. he thought there was something there, so he licked his lips.

oh how that made you want to just smash your lips onto his even more.

“y/n.” he called you. “eyes up here.”

shaking off those weird thoughts, you looked up at him.

archons, what the hell were you even thinking?

you're really stupid to think that you might like scaramouche. in all the years you've known and hated him, there was no way your feelings for him would change within the time span of just three months.

it's the case, you think. this stupid case is making you delusional, so delusional that it just had to make you feel like you were insanely in love with the guy you hated the most.

a voice called out your fake name, interrupting the moment you have with scaramouche right now. turning your head back, you look at the person who called you, just to see it was viktor. you and scaramouche quickly distanced yourselves from each other, your hand leaving his reluctantly.

“i've been searching for you two everywhere.” he commented, panting as he does so. “the dance is about to start, thought it'd be nice for you two to join in.”

you shot scaramouche a look, and he slowly nodded, a small smile plastered on his porcelain face. “we'll be there in a second.” you said, giving viktor a small smile.

sighing, you glanced up at scaramouche again.

there was no way you'd ever like him. definitely not in a million years.

scaramouche's look for the grad ball is actually highly inspired by this fanart,,, yeah when i first saw it i was like. holy shit i need to write about scaramouche in this immediately. i just had to.

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[supergigabigboybabechad]

She/they, bisexual, asexual, 19 (I tried to make it less formal sorry if it looks formal still. 💜)

I have blueish-gray eyes with red hair that's in a side shave (like one side on my hair is shaved). I am chubby, I have tons of freckles except on my face. I like wearing emo style clothes or comfy clothes like hoodies and sweats. I hate dresses and shorts, I don't like showing off skin. (If you need I picture I can send you one in dm or I can send a picrew).

Likes: anything with drawing/painting, games including board games.

Dislikes: uhhh spiders, driving (I refuse to get a driver's license it's a huge fear of mine.) I'm not scared of being in a car just driving it.

Isfp-t or my kin itto and scaramouche, I am a cancer. People say I have rbf (resting bitch face). Though I am really nice to people, unless they mess with the people I care about then I couldn't care less about them. I try to be helpful when I can. When I am around people I know, I can be loud and talkative (the loud part isn't on purpose it's just when I'm happy or excited). I tend to put people a lot before myself. I don't really like talking about my personal issues to anyone and can be known as the therapy friend. It's the opposite though when I'm around people I don't know, I'll be quiet and not wanting to interact. I have adhd, depression and anxiety (wonderful I know). When I do get upset I don't talk and won't interact until I have calmed down. I do cuss a lot though I'm more careful when I'm around kids/people I don't know. If I have a fight with someone I prefer to sit and talk it out and hate it when they walk away from me when I'm just trying to talk to them.

Hii!! Im sorry this took so long I wanted to make sure you’d definitely love it and I couldn’t do much over weekdays but weekends are for double time! So here you go!❤️ (order is less to most compatible imo!🔥)

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would REALLY appreciate you wanting to talk things out during a fight, as well as how easy you are to talk to!

Azul has insecurities himself, so it’s safe to say he’d get scared you’d leave him if you left your fight without resolving anything, with his nature in general, pretty sure he hates loose ends

Once you’ve talked things out while being civil and mature, he’d ask “So, could we call this situation resolved?”

The way his voice shakes a little you can tell he’s worried

Upon hearing no and that it was just a conversation to better understand each other, that now that you’ve resolved the issue you can both better work to avoid it next time, not only is he relieved but he’s smitten with how smart you are!

Azul is overworks himself too. Top ranking student with a successful business, theres definitely a lot on his mind…

Luckily you’d be there to support him, he wouldn’t want to appear weak to you so if you asked him what was wrong he’d respond with the usual “just tired”

Urge him to take the break he so desperately needs so he can just sit with you

His jacket’s not very comfortable so if you’d offer him your hoodie he’d bashfully accept and lean on you

He likes that you’re chubby! It kind of hits home for him with his past but the way you’re so beautiful dare he say your size adding to such beauty it soothes his past wounds

He would love to play board games with you!! He’d take you up at every challenge

He might let you win if he’s feeling especially benevolent but if you beat him on your own accord he’d keep challenging you till he won

If it’s largely a skill based game it would bother him so much that he’d devote hours to practice just to be able to win

Azul would understand your anxiety due to his own, he may not experience it the way you do but he sure knows how it feels

He’d drag you to the vip room where you could have time to think

If you’re willing to talk to him he’d walk you through your thoughts and help you rationalize what’s going on

He’d also get Jade or Floyd to bring you some food and refreshments, on the house of course, to make sure you’re in the right headspace

If you wanted to help him out while he works he’s really appreciate it! Being helpful to him, trying to decrease his workload, he feels cared for

That and any time with you relaxes him, suddenly paperwork feels less like a chore.

Silver

Upon first meeting you silver wouldn’t be deterred by your rbf (he has one too). He’d speak to you in his overly formal way.

He wouldn’t mind you being quite or not talking much either, with his caring nature, he’d often come to you just to check in and make sure you’re okay

Silver is very much an acts of service lover. He’d take care of all the spiders for you! He wouldn’t kill them he’d carefully scoop them out and leave them far away from you.

He’d assure you everything is alright and taken care of. Then being knightly as he is, he’d ask if you need anything and bring you a glass of water.

Always going the extra mile to ensure your safety and well being he’d sit beside you, just in case you needed anything.

Speaking of, he’d always be there to comfort you when you’re struggling with your mental health

I cant say he’d know exactly what to do the first time he sees you having a panic attack.

He’ll try his best to comfort you but be hesitant knowing the fragility of the situation. What he will do though is research on how to better help you the next time, he’d speak to you exactly about it as well, not during your attack but he’d bring it up casually

While taking you out on a date in the forest, woodland creatures surround you both having in a relaxed state.

“The other day, how often does that happen?____ Mmh.. I see, I’m sorry, the next time, even if I’m not there, I want you to come to me. What can I do to help you?”

This applies to anxieties about your relationship with him as well.

If you’re anxious about anything in your relationship, it will hurt his heart to know you feel that way and he’s do anything to make sure you have no reasonable doubt in his love for you.

Silver would love your painting.

If you ever wanted inspiration to paint or draw anything outside he’d accompany you out into the forest

Creatures would come running to him wherever you are giving you a lovely scene to spark inspiration. He might fall asleep while your painting but with all the animals around him and the soft light hitting him you might end up with him on your canvas

He’d be flustered to find that he was the muse of your latest work (very flustered)

“Oh this.. No it’s nice the technique, you’re very skilled.. I just…” he wouldn’t be able to properly express how happy he is

Silver would also encourage you to talk about your personal problems. As your knight and lover, it’s his job to make sure you’re happy and safe

He’d know when you’re upset and ask you about it but he doesn’t want to push, he’d encourage you to tell him but if you’re uncomfortable he wouldn’t force it.

Instead, he’d show you acts of service, taking you out for a walk or just all together refusing to let you be alone

With Silver you’d never feel lonely and you’d always have someone there for you, and someone who will put you first the way you do for others

Leona Kingscholar

This seems like a very unlikely pairing i know, but I feel like you’d really compliment each other!

Can’t say your first impressions of him would be great.. he’d definitely be a bit very rude but generally, i don’t think he’d make any personal attacks, I don’t think he really does so in general he’s just kinda bitchy

You wouldn’t understand what he has against you and try to ask about it. He wouldn’t be receptive at first, if you really think about it, nobody’s really put effort into trying to understand him. You’ll receive push back when trying to understand him

Once he realizes you’re truly trying to have a conversation, he doesn’t know how to take it, he’s touched deep down though, he won’t show it of course but from then on he’s acted more…neutral towards you?

Putting others way before yourself?? He won’t have it, he doesn’t care if you’re nice to people that’s none of his business, but he won’t let you do anything to harm yourself

As lovers, he wouldn’t give you sweet words, but you can tell he speaks to you softer than anyone else, but when it comes to things like this, where you’re indulging in unhealthy habits, he’s much more stern

“Hey herbivore, there’s a difference between being helpful and being a pushover. Do you really want to be doing that?”

If you don’t give in and take care of yourself first, he’ll grab you for a nap

“We’ll I need your help too. I’m your boyfriend, shouldn’t I take priority, i need to be comfortable while I sleep….. Hah? What about them, I’ll tell them you’re busy”

He’d love your comfy clothes and soft body! It’s more comfortable for him when he holds you.

The way you’re protective of the people you care about? Be ready to be on the receiving end x2

If anyone even slightly mistreated you while he’s around, he’d demand things be made right and that you receive an earnest apology

He’ll drive you around too! Or he’ll have someone take you, he’s so reluctant to show how much he cares for you with his words but he’ll do things for you that you know he wouldn’t do for anyone else

If you want him to play a board game, he might make a comment on how childish it is but willingly join you

Unless it’s chess he’d willingly challenge you, if you express desire to play video games though he’ll blow you off about not having any, but the next time you see him he has a console with competitive games for you to play together, he claims it’s because beating you is fun any way so might as well expand his horizons

As for your anxiety? If he notices you’re anxious, he’ll say he wants to ditch and take you somewhere quiet

“Hey, what’s going on with you?” The lack of attitude in his voice gives away his genuine worry. If you don’t respond or say you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll sigh, sit you down beside him and just lean you against his chest where you can hear his heart beat.

Keeping his hand on your head so you can’t move away, whether he intended it or not the sound of his heart beat would soothe you.

His hearing is highly sensitive so he’ll know when you’re feeling better due to your breathing. “Do you wanna tell me know? Or do you wanna stay there?”

Leona would be what you’re missing, he’d stand up for you and make sure you’re first. But at the same time you’d be what he’s missing too, no one has taken the time to truly listen to him, what he thinks or what he feels, with you he feels heard.

Idia Shroud

With how introverted you’d both be at first, you probably got close through board game club

Idia gets more talkative when he’s in a competitive mood which would likely lead you both to opening up while playing

His competitive spirit might bring out something in you too leading to your board game matches to become a more frequent thing (you’re more normal about games than Azul)

I have no proof other than pure gut instinct but I feel this VERY STEONGLY HE WOULD LOVE YOUR FRECKLES HE WOULD LOVE THEM SO MUCH I KNOW HE WOULD

Later into the relationship, he’d hold your face and kiss them as a greeting, afterwards he’d pull back and admire them while lightly brushing over them with his thumb(HE WOULD TRUST)

He loves your style! But he REALLY LOVES your hoodies, if you accidentally forget one in his room, he wont give it back, even when asked about it he’ll claim to have never seen it

He’d get really embarrassed if you asked to wear his racket though, no mater how close you are he’d want so badly to say yes but just wouldn’t be able to get the words out

You wouldn’t have to worry about driving! Idia would just whip you up a car that you don’t have to drive

Spiders though? You’d have to fight about who has to kill them…

Idia has a bad habit of saying the wrong thing, he doesn’t mean any harm but he doesn’t get much social interaction so the things he says can come off in the wrong way, that’s why he appreciates how understanding you are!

If you were to talk to him about it he’d rephrase what he said to better fit what he meant

If you yelled at him he’d cry so the way you approach him in such a mature and understanding way is so comforting, any worries he had about confrontation with you are gone

He understands your anxiety, very much so

He’d walk you through a whole exercise if your experiencing anxiety with him, then he’d give you a piece of candy(he always has some on him) and tell you to focus on enjoying the sweetness of it while walking you through a breathing excercise

He has hella video games too! He’d bring you over to play them, he’s playing to win too, I hope you’re in the mood for some friendly trash talk

Before he knows it, he finds himself comfortable with you, comfortable enough to be himself letting him feel safe with you im sure he hopes you feel the same way about him

——————————————P.S. Your style sounds so cool and ur hair style too! (Also I love freckles!!)

[ddarker-dreams]

I’m curious about your new scara fic. I loved reading it but I cant help but wonder,,, what were you originally planning? You mentioned it being sadder? 👀

thank you so much!!! i'm so glad that you enjoyed it <3 and oh boy... the original story... buckle up for a bunch of Worldbuilding that i did for a day and got tired of.

after finishing the latest archon story, i knew i’d want to write a longer story for scaramouche, which had me split between three ideas. one was a completely different story that’d take place from the POV of a fatui agent to “watch” over and provide reports on his darling/the progression of her sympathy for darling leading to some unfortunate events. as i started drafting it up, i realized i wanted something that focused more on scaramouche and his chaotic inner thought life. i had tons of thoughts to expound on that i just couldn’t get to because he’s barely physically present in that idea HJTKEM it’s 90% the fatui agent’s inner monologues and her relationship with the reader going from 

irritation over this whack assignment → budding interest in reader → intense inner turmoil over where her loyalties lie → uh oh mr. mouche isn’t very happy about this development 

so into the lock idea vault it went! who knows, maybe i’ll free it one day. 

the next idea is what “he who hides behind a mask” comes from. i went from thinking about a more passive reader to an active one, then was like hmm what about a fatui reader 🤔

originally, she was going to be a “black widow” type deal. raised as an orphan in arlecchino’s house of hearth alongside others to seduce/gain information from men at arlecchino’s behest. in the story, arlecchino would want to keep an eye on some of her fellow harbingers, assigning some of the women in this sect to catch their eye. however, the agents arlecchino sent to win over scaramouche hadn’t been successful at all. she’d tried different appearances, different personality types, but nothing seemed to be working. that’s where reader would pop in and be assigned her first mission. arlecchino considers reader her “wild card” since despite reader being bottom of her class, arlecchino still saw potential in her. 

ANYWAY the gamble would end up paying off since reader’s unconventional methods somehow made scaramouche interested. somewhere down the line, reader would stop secretly sending messages to arlecchino updating her on scara’s latest activities, which causes arlecchino to oust reader’s true identity to scaramouche as a punishment. queue scaramouche’s heart being obliterated and him going berserk. reader actually came to genuinely return scaramouche’s affections, hence her ceasing communication with arlecchino/feeding her false info. buuut scaramouche wouldn’t be in the state of mind to think about those factors. 

the more i thought about it, the more i realized i just didn’t want to make scaramouche suffer this much HJTENKGMR he’s been betrayed so many times that this fourth betrayal would really do him in. so i decided to scrap the arlecchino storyline and let reader and scara have their own thing going on. as interesting as i find the original idea, i’m happy with the direction the story took in the end 😌

[amethiosspouse]

it's time for mari's random infodump:

i was originally going to make this a very long post about my yumes but anai's character as a whole is too confusing and honestly, not even game theory could dissect the amount of lore anai has:

scrapped ideas and an ungodly amount of anai lore from multiple different franchises:

-anai was actually supposed to be shipped with malleus (because i liked him at the time) but due to the age gap, i scrapped it (i didnt like how mal was 600+ and anai was 17) -they were then shipped w riddle for quite some time and i even ended up making ship art of them. -anai was based of the white rabbit but i didnt wanna whitewash (is that the right term) them so i just made them random ass rabbit -their overblot form was a whole withered bonnie mech suit mixed w some BATIM-style aesthetic -anai's dorm uniform was based of this:

now, moving on to enstars anai :>

-from memory, anai was originally shipped with kohaku and they were the producer for crazy:b -i sort of followed some kind of rich prince x pheasant sort of trope for their ship -anai's family wasn't as rich as kohaku's family and (from memory) his family prevented him from hanging out with anai. -i forgot most of the story but all i remember is trying to make some kind of ai cover for anai and kohaku to sing Just Be Friends (it never worked) and that at some point, Tsukasa was actually gonna be anai's love interest

FUCK IT, GENSHIN ANAI LORE:

-genshin anai was made all the way back in 2021 during my horrendous xiao era. -they were the pyro yaksha basically and from memory, they were rebirthed? idk -WAIT, I REMEMBER -ok so bear with me here, anai was basically this young girl from natlan who died in the archon war while trying to see their father again (who was in liyue). from memory, zhongli used ANAI'S DEAD BODY to try and sort of bring back to life the dead pyro yaksha but failed to do so because of 1. the body's horrendous state and 2. the power was too much for the body to handle. -they were obviously shipped with xiao -BUT THIS WAS SCRAPPED AND LATER REUSED (we'll get to that) -i remember anai got shipped with albedo as well as kaeya but i eventually settled for scara. -now back to the dead body part -this version of anai's story is much more messier -anai was a descendant of murata - the pyro archon. it was never specified if they were a direct descendant or just had some muratan?? blood in them. -anyways they were basically this very famous dancer who was prett well known (who was a half human half hybrid rabbit faunus or smth) and their name wasnt anai, it was clover. -basically clovers sister was jealous of their success and they killed clover. -murata literally did the same thing that zhongli did to anai in their earlier stories but she tried to bring back the dead pyro archon -it somehow worked -i honestly dont know how anai met scaramouche but basically they met him when he was still known as kabukimono/kunikuzushi (keep in mind, all of this was written before 3.1) -i basically ripped off dirty little traitor for some reason 💀 -after scara ran away w the gnosis and whatnot anai lore kinda just became messier from there -after the events of 3.1 i redid the whole ending for anai -THEY WERE SHIIPED WITH CYNO CUZ SCARA PUSHED THEM OFF HIS TRANSFORMERS ROBOT OR SOMETHING -no more genshin anai lore because its hurting my head just trying to remember how badly i fucked up their lore -LIKE THEIR LORE IS SO BAD NOT EVEN MATPAT COULD SOLVE THIS GAME THEORY

im literally getting so tired of explaining every single little tiny detail of what happened to anai in every single canon universe i threw them in so lemme spare you some details and whatnot

obey me anai: asmo's boyfriend (im not even joking thats all i remember of obey me anai)

prsk anai: they werent an official niigo member but they did help out w lyrics (cuz mafuyu was their sister omg wow !!), shipped with toya

milgram anai: they were basically hanging out w the wrong group of people due to how naive they were when they were younger, anai was 'forced' to blow up a city mall as a dare but they backed down last minute (their friends ended up detonating the bomb and at good portion of the mall was blown up and quite a number of people died, they were framed for that incident and was sent to the milgram prison, they were shipped w fuuta and from memory they were related to es

hypmic anai: spoiled daddy's girl. basically all them stereotypical mean girls who'd be like "my daddy can sue you" and whatnot. they had a good amount of backstory but theres no way im typing that all out. they were shipped with doppo

IVE HAD ENOUGH OF TALKING ABOUT ANAI AND IM SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR TIME, GOODBYE

[bluexiao]

#there for you 

—when they walk in on someone else being mean to you 

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader

THEMES. hurt/comfort; angst to fluff?; some might’ve been unintentional crack, honestly 

WARNINGS. may have themes of verbal and emotional ab*se; them being protective; scara showing his authority; toxic family in ayato’s part

NOTES. this is a request from an anon and it got pushed back a lot of times, so glad i got to post it now finally hahah 

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ZHONGLI knew the wicked ways of both mortals and gods—all the good things and the bad things that had happened throughout the millennia, he had seen them all. With this in mind, this is nothing new, actually, such a situation unfolding like this in front of him is not out of the ordinary at all. And yet… 

“What is the meaning behind this?” 

When he came right next to you, everyone stopped talking, holding their breath as a heavy pressure fell upon the air almost too suddenly—or maybe it had been a while since the pressure had been like this but they only noticed it when someone else joins in, which is what happened—but in reality, they did not see what is coming upon them, nor had they realized that the pressure his presence held came from an identity they did knew but do not see in him. 

“Ah, Mr. Zhongli, you see-“ 

“My words are not directed to you, Mr. Zhang.” His voice was firm, and so was his gaze, but as they turned to you, relief washed over you almost instantly. “Darling, would you care to explain the situation to me?” 

No matter what other people say, he would listen to you. He knows you more and trusts you all the same. As much, as he could see the way you tried to hold yourself up, he couldn’t handle also seeing you stress over something that someone else caused you out of just a very simple thing—and after confirming things through, he’ll do his best to solve it—of course, mostly in your favor. 

At the end of it all, he will be taking you out for fresh air and making sure you were feeling better after such a stressful experience. 

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XIAO had been through a lot of pain. For him, this suffering is meant for him, something that he thinks that no one else should experience but him—as he very much deserved it—this kind of pain… he can handle them all. 

And you—especially you—are one of those who he did not wish to bring up the same kind of pain he had experienced. No matter what. 

Xiao is a natural protector, and it is why it took all of him to control himself. His fists were balled tight and his eyes pierced through everyone in the area. He stood tall, right in front of you, between you and the person that was still glaring right at you. 

“Walk off, human.” He sneers. Just as he was about to call his weapon, he could feel your hand on his wrist, your touch waking him up from the momentary blur he felt. Despite still feeling tensed, he instinctively takes your hand to his and holds it tight—yet not too much, just enough to make you feel assured that he was there—and he’s there for you. 

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VENTI is the embodiment of freedom and was the hope of people from then, and even until now, they praise his name in the midst of their success and pray in the midst of their suffering. He can hear them all, even if it can sometimes be overwhelming, it is something he had been used to as he had lived long enough to endure it. 

When he heard your voice tremble with the mention of his name, he knew, and he was there in an instant that it surprised the people how fast it had gotten for him to rush your way. 

“Venti!” 

“Y/n!” 

Far too many times, he was the one rushing to your arms, but at times that it was you, he just knew that there is indeed something wrong. 

“Why? What is happening, love?” He hadn’t even realized that there are other people with the two of you until you looked away and he felt their presence all of a sudden, looking around and meeting their judgemental eyes. 

“You’ve hung around this bard for far too long, Y/n, his way had gotten to you, huh?” 

Venti rarely gets mad—like mad mad, he really doesn’t—you’ve never seen him. Yet today, not even putting the pieces altogether before reacting, a flame grew inside of him that he had never intensely felt before—maybe he did, well, he certainly did, but it was all so foreign and he just… erupts. 

“Excuse me, I don’t think you should be doing this.” 

“Hm? And what business do you even have here, bard? Who are you to interfere?” 

You could see your boyfriend bite his lip, you could almost feel the suppression of his anger that you had to wrap your hand on his wrist, yet he doesn’t back down. 

“If you knew who I am, you wouldn’t even be standing in front of me at this very moment.” You should be kneeling. 

The thought scared him—how he could just break at any moment and all of that is because of you. 

Then he forces out a grin—you could tell it was fake though—“I’m Y/n’s boyfriend. Of course, it’ll be my business as well.” 

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THOMA always knows what to do when there are disputes—it’s his job! Of course, he can handle them! But wait… isn’t that… you? 

“What is happening here?” He came without any other hesitation, making sure to place himself in between you and the vendor that was yelling at your face. It is very rare for people to see him mad—mostly serious, but not to the point he would be furrowing his brows and frowning his lips—and it would seem this would be one of those times. 

“Love… do you want me to handle this for you?”

Whatever your answer will be, he will be by your side—if you need assistance, just send him a glance or a squeeze of his hand, he’s there. He’s very observant, so he knows very well how to respond properly and fit upon your comfort—actually, at this point of time, this will be what he will be prioritizing he will do his best to bring the situation where you’re the most comfortable or pleased with. 

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“The nerve! You dare to do this right in front of me?!” 

SCARAMOUCHE’s voice was heard all over the area, and by then, each of the Fatui members knew what that tone indicated very well. (Someone’s going to suffer that day) 

He glares down at the said person and almost kicks them, only for him to feel you grab him by his arm, catching his attention for you to shake your head no to him. 

“Are you telling me to spare this piece of trash when—” he cuts himself off and pauses before breathing out a heavy sigh, looking away. 

He can’t just ignore you when you’re giving him that look. 

“You’re lucky.” He mutters while he glares at the person who had hurt you. He then turns away and pulls you close to him, making you follow suit. 

He gestures his hands towards his subordinates, to which they silently made their way to the person, bringing them away… and maybe for them to await his final judgement. 

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KAZUHA is away for most of the time. At first, this was something that he thought would work out—even distance could not break whatever you and he have, that is something he is very much sure of. But there are times when he did not have a choice and had to leave. 

And his instincts from the start were not proven wrong. 

He had just arrived from his current travel to Mondstadt when you weren’t on the docks—he did send you a letter beforehand for you to be informed that he will be returning soon, were you unable to receive it? You’ve always received his letters in the past, what could’ve changed? 

There was an uncertain beat in his chest as if being able to smell the faint scent of danger in the wind. 

And he was right this time as well. 

“I believe we must discuss this in a calm manner.” 

“What do you mean? And who are you? Mind your own business!” 

You tried to stop Kazuha from trying to get in between you and the vendor, but he merely looked back at you and gave you a smile, as if assuring you that everything is going to be okay. 

But will it be? 

As if sensing your worry, he reaches out for your hand and squeezes them gently. 

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KAEYA had met a lot of people and observed just as much. One thing he learned from all of these is how to predict people—and this he expected, and he was glad he did before anything else had happened without him there. 

“This is not how you’d like to treat others, sir.” He’d try to coax them into shifting their attention to him, and once they did, he will be rather… harsh with them. 

“Oh believe me… it is my business,” he’d smirk shifting his eye to you, sending you a brief look before averting them back to the other person, attempting to intimidate him further, “you see, if you don’t know me too well, I am the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius. Seeing my own lover stuck in an unfortunate and unfair situation like this…” he shrugs, “it bothers me quite a lot.” 

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ITTO does not tolerate any sort of unfairness, not for those who he even does not know well, but more so when it comes to his own loved ones—especially you. 

Although even if he does try to defend you, in the end, you’ll be left worrying for him because he might be the one ending up in jail because he’s being loud and looking like he’s instigating a fight. If the Tenryou Commission sees you like this… 

“Hun! I don’t understand!” He whines, “Why in the world are we running right now?” 

“Because!” You heaved out a frustrated groan, “the moment the Tenryou Commission hears that you’re causing a scene, who knows what will happen! Just trust me, okay?!” 

It was exhausting running like that but… well, he did defend you from that man that tried to instigate you were in the wrong earlier, so you might as well just reward him with cuddles later. 

But maybe after getting away from Narukami Island in the meantime. 

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HEIZOU is good at sensing something before anything ever happens. But this. This happens so suddenly, almost like a blink of an eye, and it took him by surprise. 

“Hey you! Y/n’s in trouble, you should go and check it out.” 

Those were Kujou Sara’s words and when he heard them, he could see the worry in her eyes, and how she wanted him to judge the situation himself. 

He was… conflicted. 

Of course, he would be biased over you. Just seeing you being shouted at by someone else makes his blood boil and want to hurry and charge the other person with anything. 

But of course… he has to keep it cool. 

“I see… so that is the case…” he nods and keeps the slyness in his voice, but he was making sure that he was in between you and the other person, keeping up a front before momentarily sending a wink your way. 

And maybe he can charge them with... something that would not let them out of jail any time soon. 

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GOROU was quite taken aback. For one, he had never expected that there would be anyone complaining about you, all the more, he does not know what to do, especially when it comes to you. 

“From how I’ve known Y/n, this is not what they’re like-“

“General Gorou! Aren’t you supposed to judge us fairly? How can you judge us fairly when they are your lover!” 

He bites at his lower lip, chewing them as he ponders. And worries. 

“Ah! You guys! How could you say that to the general! For all we know, you’re the ones being unfair to the general’s lover!” The other soldiers began to join in, “And besides, Y/n is known for being kind and sweet, the general wouldn’t have fallen for them if they are bad! Clearly, you’re the ones that are lying!” 

“How did you even know? We didn’t even know you were acquainted with the general’s lover!” Says the other side. 

Gorou would’ve silenced everyone else, but he stiffens when someone else adds on; 

“Well, the general often gushes about their kindness and sweetness, let’s not distrust the general like that!” 

It wasn’t enough that almost all the soldiers knew about his “gushing” towards his own lover… but you had to hear it too as you were standing right in front of him. 

And as if you weren’t just in the middle of a difficult situation, you send him a look, one that had him looking away in embarrassment. 

Ah, he is definitely gushing over you right now. 

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DILUC is quite protective, of the people of Mondstadt and of course of those who are a part of his “family”—which includes his employees in Angel’s share and you, of course. 

“Have you no shame? This is not the right place for you to quarrel about these things.” 

“What business do you have–Mr. Ragnvindr?!” 

Diluc raises a brow and continues to do so as the other person tried to explain his side and acted as if he was the one on the right, “This… Y/n over here-” 

“Stop right there,” his glare intensifies—how dare this man to speak your name in such a harsh manner? If only he could burn this man even for a little— “I will not tolerate any lies that are spoken about my significant other. I’ll personally investigate about this and if I ever find you at fault in any way,” he pauses, his eyes gleaming, “I’ll hand you over to the Knights of Favonius myself. Or would you prefer in front of monsters in the middle of the wild?” 

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CYNO has never been in a situation like this before—maybe a few times, but not to the point that he got emotionally invested in it which momentarily took his clear thinking away. 

“What is the meaning of this? Have you lost your mind?” He glares at everyone—but really, he’s not mad at you. 

“Yelling inside the akademia grounds. This is not the right place and tme for you to be shameless.>: 

Ah, you think, he is definitely mad. 

Yet why is he making his way over you? Is he perhaps mad at you? 

He tugs you over to his side and you could only watch as he proceeds to nag at them, scolding them with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down at them. 

Maybe… he isn’t mad at you. 

He definitely isn’t. 

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CHILDE is highly protective of his family. And of course, that includes you.

“I believe we can discuss this calmly, don’t you think… sir?” he tried to use his charm first—of course, he couldn’t start a fight when everyone is here to witness his every move. 

But of course, his patience is not that big either, especially when it comes to you. How dare this guy to bully you like this? Isn’t it understandable if he begins to show his anger at this point? 

Well, reputations be damned. 

“Actually, why don’t we talk about this… privately?” he flashes a sweet smile—but you recognized it in an instant. 

He’s definitely not leaning into the other person and whispering something next to his ear, only for the other to flash a horrified look—what did Childe say? 

Well, you’re not even curious at this point… 

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AYATO was raised in a good family, one that he continues to uphold even to his work—his surname is his work, and that was enough to describe him as a Yashiro Commissioner. 

“Stop what you are doing right this instant.” 

“Who are you to say this? They are my child.” 

“But they are not a child anymore.” 

You could tell that the pressure in the atmosphere was already beginning to thicken every second that passed. 

“Y/n,” he turns to you, but his grim face drastically changes and molds into one with a reassuring smile, “darling, shall we go?” He offers his hand, and you were about to take it when-

“Hey, you! You can’t go! We’re not yet done talking-!” 

Instinctively, you took his hand and he instantly pulls you to his side. 

Anything else didn’t matter to you at this point, because with him by your side, you felt at peace and safer than the other days of your life. 

┌───────── ·  ·  ·  · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊

ALBEDO is not someone who gets “feelings” on the way of solving problems. 

He definitely isn’t, but he would do anything to defend you—well, isn’t it logical to do anything for someone you love? 

“Oh? You must be the genius alchemist!” 

When the other person deliberately ignored you after shouting and scolding you for the longest time before he had the chance to go over to your side. Yet before he can even get the gist of what was happening, the other person starts to… try to humiliate you in front of him. 

“Hm… Is that so?” 

He even has the nerve to act like he was pondering over something. 

“How about you, sweetheart? Do you have anything to say?” you could see the surprise in the other person’s face, most likely realizing something. 

“Sweetheart…?” 

“Well, it’s not like I will side with you or anything… mister…? I don’t even know your name. Pardon me.” Albedo smiles—a taunting one, you could tell. 

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[flokali]

In my headcanon, La Signora joined the cult after Rem stopped Ei from killing her, which lead to an obsessive search for everything about Rem. When she comes out of the Rem rabbithole, she's an absolute zealot. Ask her to fight the Archons by herself? She's already charging them while praising your name. Just an idea :3

Oh my god I love this so much :’) Ugh… women, yandere women, La Signora my beloved… Yandere Roselyn my beloved….

More under the cut as always! (This got longer than I had intended it to…)

Just the idea of La Signora growing distant from the rest of the Fatui, only to be confronted by Scaramouche or Childe – maybe even the Tsaritsa as she suddenly brings the news of your arrival. The look of shock in their faces as they see the normally composed Signora breaks down as she explains you and your deeds. Of course they had heard of you, you were the only other deity Snezhnaya worshiped beside Her Highness the Tsaritsa; but the way she speaks of you ends up moving them to try and figure out your appeal themselves until they’re both in as deep a hole as she is.

Having three of the eleven most dangerous individuals in all of Teyvat determined to bring you back “home” so they can show you what true worship and loyalty looks like…

Just imagine… La Signora feeling like she owes you her life, as she’s thanking you through labored breaths while Ei only watches in a mix of embarrassment (from being stopped and scolded by you) and anger while the Traveler begs you to reconsider.

“You,” purple eyes watched in disgust as the Harbinger struggled to stand, “be thankful they have spared your life, I suggest you leave as soon as possible — for if I find you by myself I will not hesitate to end your miserable existence once and for all.”

“Ei…” You frown but make no attempt to stop the platinum blonde woman from leaving — you only hoped she would be alright in the long run. As much as you didn’t completely appreciate her previous… endeavors, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand by and see her life end.

The minute you’re able to, you hurriedly scribble down a letter and pass it to Lumine in hopes she’ll find Rosalyne and deliver it to her; “Please, I know you hate her — and I don’t blame you for that at all — but please, please don’t hurt her. Just, give this to her.”

And what can the blonde do but do as you say? She effectively tracks down the Snezhnayan and gives her your note, in a more aggressive way than you had hoped for, and comes back in mere hours.

Icy blue eyes scan your words as her underlings treat her wounds, an uncharacteristic softness blooms in her chest as she reads your apology, your words of encouragement as you tried to cheer for her success (hoping she’d stop hurting others but she opted to ignore that part), she had heard rumors amongst the people of Teyvat of the awakening of Rem… she had never given it much thought but as she remembered your kind expression during the few fleeting meetings she had with you, she wondered if maybe there was some merit to your tales.

And so, she studied. She had her people run around Teyvat and bring her any and all things related to you, from old scriptures to books filled with mythology; eventually, she began amassing her own small library dedicated to the study of Rem. It was to pass the time as she healed, she’d first said, but it had now been months since her encounter with the Shogun and her body was in pristine condition and she couldn’t detach herself from you at all. If anything, she seemed even more taken.

You were a being above all, above the Archons and Celestia itself — you brought warmth, light, wisdom, and strength to your followers and the world you’d helped create. How could she not fall victim to your charms? It didn’t help you were so cute, such a good soul trapped with good for nothing Archons like Morax and Barbatos, would it be that bad if she brought you back to Snezhnaya and kept you there with her? You could even prove yourself helpful to the Tsaritsa’s great plan!

However, try as she might to forget, Signora is only human and even she can make mistakes – this one being, she forgot she’d have her fellow coworkers (a kinder term than the one she’d use) come and bother her so soon.

First it was The Balladeer who’d come storming into her office demanding answers. Yapping about a mission, how the Electro Gnosis should’ve been delivered months ago and that people were growing impatient. She would have had him kicked out by the collar if he hadn’t brought up the countless documents, all pertaining to you, scattered across the wooden desk she sat in front of.

“What’s this?” Scaramouch sneered, looking like a true jester in Rosalyne’s opinion, gazing down upon the scriptures.

“You’d think,” the woman barked, venom lacing her tone, “that considering where you came from you’d have some idea.”

“What exactly are you insinuating?”

“Hah, so you don’t know? Please,” she rolls her eyes, “considering their status and being the center of the Shogun’s worship, you’d think you’d know about Rem.”

There’s a flash of recognition that passes through Kunikuzushi’s eyes, the title clearly sounding familiar to the (not so) young man.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then you’re worse than I thought.”

Her clear hostility and unwillingness to teach clearly didn’t deter her fellow Harbinger and soon she found herself forced to spend time with him as the both of them dived deeper into the rabbit hole that you were. Some might even say it facilitated a bond, a strange and honestly concerning bond but a bond nonetheless.

Of course, things can only go so well for so long and in came Tartaglia — the youngest Harbinger and the biggest annoyance La Signora had the displeasure of having to deal with in some time. He, unlike the two, had heard from the people of Liyue about you quite a lot – but he never considered himself the scholarly type. But he couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t something about you that captivated him, maybe it was Signora’s seemingly endless dedication to you or Kunikuzushi’s uncharacteristic understanding of you – but soon, Childe found himself spending more and more mora in regards to you.

It didn’t take long for them all to come to a, surprisingly, unanimous decision to find you and bring you to the Tsaritsa. Now, here you were – unknowingly captivating some of Teyvat’s most dangerous individuals attention, all because you couldn’t stand to see one woman pay the price for her sins.

What a shame.

[dragonspine-jpg]

a bit different from what i'd usually send but can i request sfw hcs for venti, scaramouche, thoma, and kazuha (i wasnt sure how many characters can be included per hc, feel free to remove kazuha if i added too much!) about reader suffering from period cramps and stuff?

mother nature and my professors are making me suffer so i need some comfort 🤧 tysm!

-☁️

when you’re on your period (venti, scaramouche, thoma, kazuha)

how your boyfriend comforts and looks after you while you're on your period!

# * . & | characters: scaramouche, kazuha, venti, thoma.

# * . & | content: sfw, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, fluff, gn reader (who has a period), established relationship, comfort, cramps, nausea, mention of blood, ig a little bit of angst? emotional reader. basically just a lot of fluff and comfort!

# * . & | type: headcanons.

# * . & | word count: 4,856.

i'm sorry to hear that you're having a tough time, ☁️ anon! between your period and professors, that sounds like a lot :( here's a bunch of fluff and comfort for you! ♡ as someone who has terrible cramps to the point where i'm on the pill to skip it, i loved writing this ask! comfort while on your period is  。ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ。  i hope this helped you feel a little better, i tried to get this out as fast as i could  ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

♡.

# * . & | VENTI

venti is so sweet. he'd definitely tell that something was wrong before you even come to him. (y’know, the whispers of the wind and all). 

so he turns up at your door, unannounced, with a bag of local sweets and pastries under his arm and a gentle smile.

cutie.

his main thing is that he'll try to cheer you up. having your period can leave you feeling pretty miserable, sometimes with a shitty or depressed mood, so it's his goal to make you feel better. this can involve anything from trying to make you laugh (successful), telling you stories from across teyvat, singing (he has such a pretty voice) or just in general having fun with you.

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out to do something. but if you're just feeling too crap then he'll entertain you as well as he can inside, and make sure that you're all comfortable.

as someone who's been around for thousands of years (and possibly had multiple forms), venti is pretty versed in this kind of stuff.

even more so as he's spent so long getting to know every part of you. without fail, every time you're feeling crappy while on your period he'll just pop up with your favourite food cravings—no matter how unhealthy, or how indulgent. he's become a master at knowing what you want without needing to ask!

your archon boyfriend ♡

this doesn't mean he's immune to how you're feeling though.

it upsets him to see you in pain, no matter how much he'll try to make you comfortable. even with all your favourite foods and some pain-relieving concoctions from the church of favonius, period cramps still seep through. they can have you rocking in a ball or dry sobbing and he never wants to see you in that state.

it makes him feel a bit helpless. he's an archon for god's sake, but there's not a whole lot he can do other than shower you with love and kisses.

he's had a sad origin. you're the best thing that's happened to him ever since ascending to godhood. he needs you to feel alright.

he'd definitely freak out if you started crying because of mood swings (me asf 🙋).

"oh no, no. what's got my love so sad?"

a sap.

he's too sweet, it would probably make you cry more.

gently cups your face with both of his hands and looks into your eyes with his own watery gaze (he hates seeing you cry). he'll wipe away the tears and kiss all over your face murmuring soft and silly things until you crack a laugh or a smile.

that makes him smile brightly too.

(help, this has me in such a venti boyfriend mood).

often plays his lyre to soothe you to sleep while you curl up on him. you'd probably be in that classic period pain position where your knees are brought up to your chest and you're hunched over them, trying to alleviate the cramps. he'll sing all your favourite songs.

kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulders, spine, and stomach (if you're up for it).

he's also a surprisingly good listener, so if you want to complain about shit to him then he'll hear you out dutifully while nodding intently along. as someone who loves to cry about everything on my period, i'd find this super soothing ♡

ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND

"yahoo, Y/N!" venti's sing-song call rings throughout your home as he enters on his own accord, finding the living area empty. he has a collection of items in his arms, including your favourite flowers. "your archon has arrived!"

such a dummy.

from the bedroom, you make a disagreeable noise. "ugh, venti, don't come in here," you groan with your face pressed into the pillow. "i look gross." you're wearing old baggy clothes, because you woke up having bled through your pyjamas, and haven't really moved save for changing. your hair is a mess, you're feeling sluggish, and your curtains are still closed. it feels worse being in a dark room, but you can't be bothered to get up to draw the windows open.

"ah, you know i don't care about that." he appears in the doorway with a smile, braids swaying. "you're lovely anyway." you roll your eyes affectionately and curl up further until it's physically impossible to protect your stomach anymore. curse your uterus for this disaster.

he comes close enough to stand in front of you when you murmur, "who knew the anemo archon would be such a sap?" it makes venti beam when you offer him a gentle smile and sit up to see what he's brought along. there are cecilia flowers, salts for a bath, medicine to assist with pain relief, your favourite sweets...

"you're feeding my candy addiction," you accuse him. "this is all your fault."

playfully, he cocks his head and smiles at you. "how are you feeling?" his observant eyes roam over you quickly, assessing the situation with ease. it feels good to have him so close. "your cramps are bad? you're hunching." he always. knows. 

"don't make fun of me," you groan, pressing your face into the safety of his chest. "i had a shitty morning." just thinking about it makes you want to cry. how embarrassing and discouraging it feels to be woken up by your period... you'd had plans today to go out, too. your hands cling to venti as he kisses the top of your head.

"never, never," venti promises, voice light-hearted like always. "hmm, let's see if we can make things better." you whine in complaint when he pulls away from you, warmth gone, but it's only for a moment.

deftly, venti pulls your curtains open, just knowing what you need without having to ask, a smile on his face. the sunlight makes you blink, but it feels better than the dingy, sluggish dark. archons... your cramps are killing you. you let yourself flop back onto the bed, curling into a ball. hopefully the painkillers he brought will kick in after a while. the need to cry stings your eyes.

he sits down on your bed, right next to your curled form. "want to go do something today? i hear good hunter is stocked full of your favourite. oh, and there's meant to be a particularly fascinating bard playing at angel's share tonight. not me. they're an outlander, i heard." his legs swing a little, as he rubs the nape of your neck. venti leaves kisses down your shoulder.

your lip quivers as you tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "can we stay in, ven?" you ask. there's a pit of guilt pooling in your stomach. "i'm sorry, i just—"

he's quick to kiss over your face, smile never leaving. "of course! why are you sorry?" his thumb rubs tenderly over your cheekbone, his eyes soft. "i have the best new songs to play for you! someone in liyue has come up with something wonderful. ah, and i went by good hunter earlier anyway. here." he pulls out a paper bag of your favourite pastries. you still don't know how you got so lucky.

you decide the reason why fate decided to give you such a blessing of a lover doesn't matter when settles behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. you don't need to question—just savour it.

 ♡.

# * . & | SCARAMOUCHE

gremlin man would be a bit of an ass about it first (as expected) because that's just how he is. not that he'd necessarily make fun of your period as per say, but he'd definitely be like, "what are you complaining so much for? don't expect me to slack off with you."

he just has issues showing affection.

leaves for work like a dick.

>:(

but then he shows up an hour later with a basket full of chocolate, ice cream, flowers, that blanket of his you love, and a few candles.

he grumbles that your whining would have annoyed him for the next week if he didn't help you (it's a lie, he didn't like the idea of you being in pain while he was doing harbinger business away from you).

he'd never admit that part though, but you know it.

he'll settle you down somewhere comfortable, like the couch or bed, and make sure you're as well looked after as you can be. this is one of those times when he gets protective because, yeah, you're in pain and he doesn't like that. at all.

dealing with your period is a difficult opponent for him. had it been a person threatening you or causing you pain, scaramouche would have taken care of it pretty quickly. but considering there is, well, no one to get his revenge on for causing your suffering, he's at a bit of a loss.

the chocolate he brought is from an expensive snezhnaya confectionary, and he went to the best infirmary to find something to alleviate the pain a little. even the candles look like they'd cost a hand and leg to buy. basically, everything is top quality and specially sourced. all stuff he'd thought would help you.

(he had asked childe and signora what to do—signora laughed him out of the room, but childe took pity).

that's definitely the reason for the last item in the basket.

"hmm? what's this?" you ask, retrieving what turns out to be a stuffed plush toy of a purple cat, with big ears and a button nose. it wears a little frown. your heart squeezes and you hide a chuckle. scaramouche got this...?

"ah. tartaglia let me know that such toys are commonplace for when someone's on their period. of course, i had to get the best if it'll help relieve your sickness. he mentioned that cats were best, though i forget which colour—"

at which you can't help but let out an amused, "where did he hear that?" you squish the toy's cheeks up and laugh at the implications of your clueless, harbinger boyfriend buying a cute plushie because he heard it would automatically make you feel better. (it does).

scaramouche looks mortified and furious all at once.

"i'm going to kill that orange-haired bastard—"

"oh, stop, scara. it's cute." when you giggle at him, his cheeks turn pink. grumbles that childe feeding him false, embarrassing information is not cute but if it makes you happy then fine.

affection with scara is always a bit interesting. especially in circumstances such as this.

he calls you a brat, and then runs a bath. he grumbles about how clingy you are, and then holds you against his chest. he complains about you being a crybaby, and then tenderly massages your abdomen to relieve cramps.

he doesn't mean anything that he says—his actions prove that. not to mention the way his scoffs are laced with affection.

he'll lie around with you all day, letting you bury your face into his stomach/chest, listening to you grumble—he can't help but smile at your complaints about the world and mother nature, when your face is hidden in him and you can't see. his fingers will run through your hair and massage your scalp. scaramouche will offer a good few complaints about the world too, to join in with you.

god forbid anyone comes to your door requesting that you take part in a mission, or trying to tell him that he isn't just allowed to abandon his harbinger duties for however long you need him.

he'll threaten them with an early retirement or an early grave if they come back to bother you, and then slam the door in their faces.

mean but loving scara ♡

he really does try his best, even if he's bad with his words. being tender is tough for the sixth fatui harbinger.

if his usually harmless words actually get to you (because period mood swings and vulnerability suck), and god forbid you start to cry, he'd panic.

cue freak-out time.

scara is a shitty apologiser. he rarely apologises for everything unless he super badly fucks up, but this feels like a super bad fuck-up. the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset you. especially when you've been in clear pain the whole day. so what the hell is he supposed to do now?

your hunched form on the bed, face buried in your arms and knees drawn up to your chest, looks pitiful with the way you tremble with sobs. your shoulders are shaking. panic fills him up inside. fuck. all he'd said was to not be so needy when he handed you a hot water bottle he'd fixed himself. it wasn't something that he meant. those kind of jabs between you two were just second nature, usually you shot them back with a teasing tone and a poked out tongue—something like, "then don't keep entertaining my needs, stupid"—but now you were in tears? it made him panic a little.

"uh, Y/N, you..." he tests his words. "these emotions aren't necessary."  it wasn't spoken in a mean tone, careful and gentle at the edges. he really was just trying to help. obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. you start crying harder. he mutters under his breath, "what the fuck?" and pinches the bridge of his nose. shit. shit. a sigh leaves his mouth and he approaches your side of the bed, where you're obviously feeling terrible. honestly, at this point you just want him to leave you alone to suffer. even though he's been taking care of you all day. that one little comment had triggered a nasty mood swing. ugh. it felt like shit. he tried again, "i—"

"you can be so fucking mean, scara," you mutter. why did he have to say things like that? it was what you'd signed up for, but today? when you'd had the worst cramps you'd had in ages and felt tired all over? "why can't you just be nice like every other boyfriend is?" that's a pretty nasty jab—it makes him stiffen. right for the insecurity that he's going to lose you. you want to shake some sense into yourself, but quite frankly you're too upset to care. 

the bed dips as he sits down beside you. he seems to consider his options for a moment, before he's shifting right up to your hunched form and putting his arms around you, letting you thud your head against his chest. hmph, you think irritably, but don't pull away. your eyes sting. you want to go to sleep. 

"you know i didn't mean that, dumbass." this is hard for him. he's not used to being so outwardly physically affectionate with him initiating.

you punch him in the chest, fist thudding weakly and dully with a lack of force. "don't call me dumbass."

scaramouche can't help but frown. while he mentally calculates what to do—how is he supposed to reassure you? does he be nice? what can he say? how to be nice?—his hands smooth over your shoulders, face pressed into your hair. a sniffle leaves you. it's clear you're still in pain too, knees moving upwards so they're trapped between both of your bodies. it's an attempt to curl up. 

"tch," he mutters. he cups your face in his hands. the soft action contradicts his words. it's rare to see such a vulnerable side of scaramouche, but you see it now. those affectionate eyes, a little sad from upsetting you, and the soft, kissable slope of his slightly downturned lips. "such a crybaby..." he murmurs softly, tenderly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. there's no venom in it—the word has become more of a pet name at this point than an insult. he lays a gentle kiss on your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. if only there was some other way to help you. how to fix this...? "i—... i'm sorry for upsetting you. it... wasn't my intention..." you can see how much it pains him to apologise—a man with such high pride that you often have to knock him down a few pegs.

you're still grumpy with him. you huff and grumble, pull your teary, disgruntled face out of his caring hands. but you're too sore, tired, and emotionally worn out to put up a fight. plus, despite your emotions, you know your anger and hurt is misplaced and irrational. this is just how scaramouche is. you love him for it. you love him. so you mumble a grouchy, "you're such a dick," and bury your face into his chest. hug him tight and let his shirt catch the rest of your frustrated tears. there's a pout on your lips.

he hums, knowing it well, though this is one of those times where he genuinely feels bad for it. his hand strokes through your hair, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. it centres him to feel the soft rise and fall of your breaths with your body pressed over your own. "brat." he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you slip into sleep—and scaramouche prepares for when you wake up. "whatever. i already said i'd take care of you, didn't i?"

♡.

# * . & | THOMA

thank god for a pyro vision boyfriend.

will take a few days off of housekeeping duty to stay home with you when your period is at its worst stages.

he's always warm so expect a lot of snuggles!

thoma is very, very comforting and affectionate when you're ill, and this time is no different. forehead kisses, hair stroking, cuddles with you snug and safe against his chest. he'll just let you cling to him all day if that's what you want. has no complaints because it means he gets to be close to you and helps you feel a little better.

if you're like me, who gets emotional and insecure when you're on your period, he'd be the type to constantly reassure you that everything's okay and that he's not going anywhere. indulges in your clinginess.

he's perfect.

he'll dote on your every hand and foot (cough cough, malewife). because of his duties in the kamisato household, he's just really good at this kind of stuff. if you need anything, man will literally leap off of the bed/couch and run to get whatever you want. literally the perfect boyfriend wtf.

overachiever.

he'd be the type to have you curled against his chest and between his legs while he reads a book and fits your face in the crook of his neck. rubs your spine and shoulders and just leaves kisses in your hair.

lets you nap on him!

he heats up his hands with his pyro vision and uses them to warm your stomach and lower back. free heat pack cramp reliever boyfriend. will literally remain in that position forever just to help the pain go away. (idk about you but period me would BAWL if my boyfriend ever did this for me, so if you do that then thoma will be quick to comfort you).

will make you mondstadt dishes from whatever he can remember. he likes making dishes from his hometown (he gets homesick) and would make you healthy but super indulgent meals. particularly likes making you soup.

probably bakes you chocolate-chip cookies too.

will clean up if you bleed through anything. that's always super embarrassing, so you bet he'd be on it so fast. "don't worry about it, babe. i'll take care of it!"

never lets you feel humiliated.

he'll hold your hand and do any lovey dovey stuff that you want.

occasionally does idiotic shit by accident, like smacking himself in the head with a broom when he's cleaning up. it always makes you giggle from where you'd been lying—previously miserable—on the couch. he always shoots you a crooked grin and a wink after.

keeps checking to see how you are. like, when you're eating he'll continue to look over at you with a smile to make sure you're content and enjoying the food he made for you. will watch you while he cleans because he's in love and wants to make sure you're happy. just enamoured with you.

and the moment you look less than okay, he's right there asking what you need.

he's just perfect.

"thoma, you don't have to do all of this..." you murmur, but really don't want to leave as you snuggle against his warm chest, feeling his hands stroke caringly down your back. he's already done your chores around the house—cleaning, done the dishes, made sure your sheets were fresh. you hadn't even asked him to do anything. it's good enough that he's just here. but he insisted.

"ah, nonsense," thoma replies, gently massaging the skin around the small of your spine, helping to relieve back pain. "it made you feel better, right?" it's true that a clean home always makes you feel more accomplished, more comfortable, especially when you're in pain and all you want to do is rest. that, and he'd cooked for you. had you relax on the couch while he made lunch and then baked, took care of you. you're used to spending your periods alone. having someone so loving be with you through them... it meant so much.

you can't help but tuck your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe. he lets you nuzzle there. "weren't you meant to be at work?"

"hmm? oh, i took some days off. i don't like leaving you alone like this." he grins when you slap his side lightly, silently warning him that he still needs to go to his job. "if you're worried for me, don't be. ayaka said it was perfectly fine. she actually mentioned that it was a nice gesture—that you were lucky or something." thoma mentions it like it's a throwaway comment, voice breathy with amusement. he's so selfless it's stupid.

"well i am!" you exclaim, lifting up your face to stare him in the eye. "you're taking care of me even though this is something that happens every month. and you're here anyway! just because you know i like you being with me." you cling to the front of his shirt, pouting a little. more pain and nausea shoots through you at the action—you can't help but wince. thoma immediately cups your face when he notices you're hurting.

he looks a bit quizzical. "i don't know why i wouldn't."

with a groan you flop down again. he instinctively runs his hand through your hair and smooths his fingers over the back of your head. "ugh. you're too good. don't ever leave me." he's so, so warm—you could fall asleep like this any second. it's so easy to forget about the agony of your cramps when he's here distracting you. especially with his natural heat.

thoma chuckles, his legs still cradling you. now, his hand slides down to your lower stomach again in order to help ease any incoming cramps. he's too thoughtful. "i don't plan on leaving you, don't worry. ever, actually. you're stuck with this."

"the audacity of you to say that like it's a bad thing," you grumble, looping your arms around the back of his neck to get closer to him. your period might be the bane of your existence, but lazy days like this with thoma all to yourself make it somewhat bearable.

♡.

# * . & | KAZUHA

ginger tea.

also fennel, raspberry, green, chamomile—he makes anything herbal to relieve cramps and help you relax.

will let you cuddle up against him and will hold you while he recites romantic poetry like a sap and leaves kisses in your hair.

is the type of boyfriend to literally apologise for your period and cramps as if it's his fault.

wtf kazu?

is always making sure you're hydrated. strokes your hair a lot and convinces you to eat and drink even if you're feeling too sick to, because he knows it will help you feel better.

honestly, you having bad cramps and feeling so shitty freaks him out a little. he doesn't like to see you hurting, especially when it's out of his control. expect him to have a calm demeanour like always, but be stressing on the inside. he's also extra clingy when you're like this. (the consequences of watching his best friend die). just wants you to be okay.

writes you haikus and other fragments of poetry to cheer you up.

rubs circles into the small of your back while cuddling with you. will give you a massage if you're sore.

he'll kiss the tears off your face if you start crying (it will upset him too) and just keeps you company very well.

usually he likes being out and about—exploring, indulging in his freedom, admiring the world while in the sun and wind—but in these moments there's nowhere he'd rather be than with you. he won't dare leave you like this.

he probably asks beidou for advice the first time you have your period while dating him.

beidou quite literally has to end up pushing him out of the door because he won't stop asking her questions. everything she answers with, he needs to elaborate on. like: okay, three to seven days—will there be cramps all that time? mood swings—would they prefer to see me, will that upset them? chocolate—what kind? no caffeine—does that include in chocolate? what teas are most effective? where to find hot water bottles? best meals?

she locks him out.

he really just wants to make it as comfortable for you. especially since this will be a monthly thing and he needs to know how to help from now on. you two are in this together.

literally makes you a nest in your bed, with blankets, pillows, a pot of tea, and a hot water bottle. nestles you up so you're all comfortable and safe. gives you whatever you want.

disappears for a little while and you're like wtf.

but then...

"kazu?" you groan when kazuha returns to your room, after having been absent for enough time to it to be noticeable. you’re hunched in a fetal position, hands clasped over your abdomen. it hurts. your hormones are wreaking havoc on your emotions—now, when you glance over at him at the end of your bed, with a soft smile and his sleeve rolled up, you get a bit teary. you'd half been worried he'd left you. "where did you go?"

one of his hands strokes over your hair, the other gently laying over your knee. "i readied a hot bath. if you're feeling up for it i can take you there. or we can stay here, if you'd prefer. either is perfectly fine."

you take a moment to shove your face in the pillow and groan out something between a pained sound from your cramps, and a sob at what you'd done to deserve a boyfriend this sweet. then you push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing. he's quick to kiss the tears away from your face and hold out a hand to help you up. 

"thank you, kazuha," you murmur as he leads you to the bathroom. he's so careful with you. "you're so kind."

he offers you one of his gentle smiles. "don't say that like it isn't what you deserve. i'd do all this for you and more, my love. i'm sure that one day i'll be able to harness even the stars for you. the sun, the moon, they're all yours. hmm, maybe i can turn that into a haiku..."

you whisper to yourself, "archons. you'll kill me like this, kazu."

it feels like you've ascended to celestia when you actually see the bath. it's rolling with hot steam, scattered with rose petals and slightly cloudy with the presence of the lavender bath salts you can smell in the air (for relaxation and cramp relief). various candles have been lit around the room, glowing in the otherwise dim light. it's lovely. something this thoughtful and romantic isn't very unusual for kazuha, but it still takes your miserable brain by surprise. all you can do is stare in awe. here you are, feeling gross and sore, and kazuha did... all this... just to make you feel better? a lump forms at the back of your throat.

he looks at you hopefully, "are you happy?"

all you can do is swallow and nod as he leads you over to the edge, words stolen from your mouth. it's all you need. "kazuha, i—"

"you don't need to thank me," he replies, hugging you close to him. his lips press to your forehead as you squeeze your glossy eyes closed. "i'm sorry you have to be in pain. i hope this can... ease your suffering a little. i'll be right here."

♡.

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a place for the weary 

Convincing the boys to take a break and rest their head on your lap, because they all work so hard and need a comfortable place to just ... be  - plus … some of them just need love and affection (please) 

Includes: Albedo, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kaeya 

Warning -> SFW

Character X GN reader 

Albedo 

He’s busy, always busy - whether he’s working on some research in the labs or out in the field, he’s hardly ever taking a moment to stop. What he finds most relaxing is drawing, painting the scenery in front of him until he gets it all perfect, and while you love to watch how his face twists, his eyes scrunch together as he examines the lines on the page, you also wish he would take a moment to do nothing 

If you suggest the activity to him, he may wonder what could be the purpose of it; he might ask you a lot of questions as he leans down to rest his head on your lap 

“Albedo,” you call out to him as you watch him shuffle through the crates examining the bottles and other items sprawled in the container. He tilts his head to look at you, his fingers wrapped around the neck of a glass contained filled with some sort of liquid. “You’ve been working for so long, come take a rest.” You pat your leg and invite him to join you on the soft blanket you’d laid out some time ago. 

“I’m trying to make sure we have …” 

“I know,” you chuckle, “and it’ll be there for you after you take a quick break.” 

He straightened himself out, his torso stretching and overcorrecting slightly as he elongated out his muscles. The bottle slipped further into his palm as he moved his hand up and down, bouncing it slightly as he contemplated your suggestion. You knew it wasn’t like him to take breaks like this, still, you hoped he would at least this time.

“If it makes you feel more productive, bring your notebook so you can draw.” That seemed much more enticing, you smiled to yourself as you watched him retrieve his journal before falling in place at your side. 

You were always persistent in getting him to take a moment, a small second to stop moving or relax his eyes which only seemed to be tired when he rested against you 

After the first few times, he had tried a couple of different iterations until he found the best position to be the one he was participating in right now. Legs bent so he could prop his drawing notebook or journal onto them; his legs acting as a makeshift easel so he could sketch or paint what was in the background 

He may be inclined to share his thoughts with you, perhaps dominating the conversation as he ponders on rhetorical questions and thoughts that fill his mind, but you don’t care because your hands are busy in his hair anyway 

After finding a comfortable place for his head, the back of his hair pushed itself up as he slid along the edge of your thigh. You shifted so he could have enough space and while he began to work, you could continue reading through your book. These moments you cherished, these simple, peaceful moments that allowed you to be close to him while giving him all the freedom he’d ever shown you. 

Every once in a while you glanced down to his notebook and became transfixed by the way his pencil moved across the page. How each line transitioned from nonsense into a masterful capture of the world stretched out in front of him. It was incredible how his eyes were able to see so much and his hands moved to copy it all down. He didn’t seem to mind the corners of the page fluttering in the wind or how leaves would fall haphazardly around him, resting quietly on his chest or in his hair. 

Your hands instinctively went to retrieve them, your thumb sliding across the bumpy surface and fingers pushing against his soft blonde hair. Letting the leaf meander on its way to the ground, you returned your fingers to his head. The tips ran over his forehead, trailing until they came to rest on his outer ear and carefully you tucked some strands of his hair behind it. You heard him sigh and noticed the quick movements of the pen slow to a near stop, a sign for you to continue. 

Carefully, you returned your bookmark to the page before resting it onto the blanket. Your hands found their way back to his hair and they began to work their way to his scalp. Your nails sliding along, underneath, below, and over each strand as if you were inspecting it all. The soft texture of it, and the reaction of its owner, made the experience all the better. 

After a while, Albedo seemed to pull himself away from the trance you had put him under. A line here, a curve there, his pencil began to move again and the once empty spaces of the paper grew into a beautiful work of art. You too returned to the book you were reading but left one hand against his hair, your fingers moving every once in a while. 

The two of you shared in a moment, uninterrupted, and through the connection, the both of you felt more energized than before. 

Diluc

Relax? What is relax -> Diluc doesn’t know how, when, or what he would even do to relax so getting him to take a break, to have a moment would be a battle to say the least

You’re much more likely to find success if he’s tired, like super tired, tired to the point you see him shaking his head or rubbing his eyes with his fingers - here he is less likely to deny you - here you have more push in your persuasion 

You walked into the study knowing full well what you would find when you pushed open the door. There he was, just as you had imagined him, with his head peering down at documents, his fist balled and pressing against his forehead, his other hand gripping a pen and moving across the papers. 

The light from the midday sun slipped through the window and surrounded him in a beautiful glow; an ethereal being with hair the color of juiciest apples and skin paler than the cups of china stocked in the kitchen below. If Diluc would allow it, you’d have stolen several photos of him while he worked, but he wasn’t fond of pictures. 

You walked up to the desk and noticed that he had barely eaten the lunch the maids had prepared for him, a few bites taken but nothing substantial. He continued his work even as you approached the front desk, moments like these reminded you how much he trusted you. To allow someone to invade his space like this was an unbelievable sign of faith from the ever distrustful Diluc Ragnvindr. 

“Diluc, are you finished with this?” You asked, resting your hand on the edge of the desk and the other grazing the edge of the plate. 

“Mm?” He looked up at you, his eyes fuzzy and tired, you glanced with your eyes toward the plate and he followed their gaze. “Oh, yes. I’m finished.” You gave him a weak smile as your fingers closed around the cold ceramic. His head dropped back to the paperwork and you shook your own. Moving to place the plate on the tray next to the entrance of the study, you quickly returned to him but this time moving to his side. 

“How’s it coming?” You asked him, your hand drifting toward his shoulder and you grinned as his torso shifted to press deeper into your touch. 

“More and more orders are coming in. Seasonal changes always bring business, but it’s difficult to keep the orders together.” 

“Hmm, well I know you’ll get it done, you always figure it out.” You slid your hand along his back and noticed how he stopped the movements of his pen. “Why don’t you take a break?” 

“I’m far too busy for that.” He voiced, pulling himself back and away from you.

You reached for his hand, your fingers sliding over his bare skin. He disliked wearing gloves while he worked like this. “Indulge me?” 

You’ve instructed him to remove his jacket, the heavy fabric would distract from the relaxation you explained would come - he’s a bit hesitant about it, but you’ve asked so nicely how can he possibly say no to you 

He will lay on his back and look away from you in an effort to hide his embarrassment or weakness - as the master of the winery, the owner of this business, the pride of so many resting on his shoulders he always told himself that he has to hold it all together, until the day he realized you were the only thing holding him together

He melts, purely and simply, the ever stoic Diluc finds peace with you 

His head provides a nice pressure on your legs, his shoulders press against your thigh as you help him get comfortable here. He’s so tall that his feet fall off the daybed, but he doesn’t say anything or really move after. One of his arms rests at his sides while the other lay across his stomach, and you can’t help but smile at the tense way his fingers wrap themselves into a comforting fist. 

“I won’t hold you here for long, just try and relax.” You express knowing full well he will have a hard time doing just that. You’ve made sure his hair isn’t tucked underneath him and you admire the way it contrasts with your dark pants. With deft fingers, you undo the ribbon that keeps his hair in place, and as soon as it’s released you begin to fan the strands over your legs. 

Carefully, you run your hands over his hair, pressing lightly as you start at the crown of his head and work your way over the red pool on your lap. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed his fist beginning to relax, the way his long fingers extended across his stomach told you that he was finally committing to your request. From there, you decided to work your way through his hair, your fingers sifting and moving through the mess of wildfire on top of his head. 

Each time you moved to a new, untouched spot he relaxed more. His legs bending slightly, his hands opening up, his expression softening and soon, he began to turn toward you. His head moved, forehead now pressed against your hip, his body shifted just slightly to be closer to you. 

You began to softly hum, the sound of your voice adding to the calming atmosphere of the quiet study and, in a matter of minutes, you could see the steady rise and fall of Diluc’s chest, the inhale and exhale of air as it slipped past his lips and the irregular twitch of his fingers as he slipped off to sleep. 

A maid entered the room shortly after and when she saw the two of you in the back of the study and noticed the smile slightly hidden under your index finger as you indicated to her of the sleeping man on your lap, she bowed and exited the room. 

Scara

Grumpy - the embodiment of grumpy and absolute worst at taking any suggestion, ever. So when you bring this idea up to him, he’s super against it. He doesn’t want to appear, look, seem soft in any way - ‘what is this silly little thing you are asking me to do?’

He’d push the idea away every time you bring it up -- that is until the day your legs look so tantalizing they are practically calling his name. Perhaps it's the way your hands rest in your lap as they hold onto a book, or the light as it hits your legs, or just the sound of your voice as you offer him a place to rest again and again - he finally succumbs 

You’ve been sitting in Scara’s living room for some time now. You learned early on to let him do his own thing and not get in his way, he had made that very clear. Still, you were happy he let you invade his space, that he let you be someone that he tolerated more than most. It definitely ignited your pride to have someone of his stature interested in you. 

Though, the only issue with him was the fact that he was always on the move. He never seemed to be stationary for long, and often would be gone for days or weeks at a time, sometimes with a warning. So, you learned to keep yourself busy and take in every moment you could with him. 

He had been in and out most of the day so you found yourself preoccupied with your things. Reading, working, relaxing, whatever followed the requirements of the day; you just went with the flow. Today held those sentiments very strongly as you got comfortable on the couch, one leg resting underneath you and the other bouncing on the ball of your foot. You had been engrossed in your book for so long, the characters' adventures gripping you and pulling you through every hill and valley they traveled. You were so absorbed in the words that you didn’t notice Scara calling your name, or how he stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. 

Fingers entered your vision and a loud snap sound directly in front of you. You looked up startled and when you saw his face you finally welcomed him. 

“Hey, I didn’t notice you were home.” You show him a kind smile and receive nothing in return. 

“I was calling you.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“What have you been doing all day? Lazing about what it looks like.” He crossed his arms and looked around the room before returning his attention to you. 

“I’m taking a break, you’re welcome to join me.” You added, patting your lap. 

“I’ve already told you I would never do something so childish.” 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers in between the pages of your book. “I know, figured I’d give it another shot. Are you heading back out?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied; conversations were often like this with him, short and to the point and almost always without any real answer. So you returned your attention to your book, the pages calling your name as your eyes scanned down the page before landing back on the sentence from which you had been pulled from. 

You were drawn back into the scene only to be ripped out of it once again. The book in your hand was pushed to the side, your elbow knocking into the arm of the chair and your head snapping to the source of the disturbance. Scara’s face suddenly came into view as his head rested against your lap, his eyes staring at the ceiling and cheeks speckled with the color silk flowers.

He has this response to things that can throw others off so quickly. He’s violent and angry, but he shows these small signs of humanity in his actions, simple, small things every once in a while it reminds you of a small child who isn’t sure what he really wants 

The more he participates in this activity, the more likely he will invade your lap whenever the urge comes over him. He’ll push whatever is in your lap away, if he’s feeling really nice he’ll pick it up and place it elsewhere, otherwise you learn to never hold anything breakable here - he won’t look at you either, his eyes will look away, always, and he expects you to know what he wants, don’t make him beg for anything 

You never once expected him to follow through with your request, not in a million years. So when he settles against your legs, his face right next to your stomach and eyes looking upward at you, you're unsure how to respond. 

“Well, I’m here.” He says, crossing his arms and legs as he waits expectantly for your attention. You’re so taken-aback that you can’t help but burst into laughter. Covering your face with your hand, the sound of your voice spills into the room and makes the harbinger shift against you. “I knew this was stupid …” He huffs and you have to use so much more strength than you anticipated to pull him back. 

“I’m sorry. I just … I never expected … please, don’t go.” You look at him with hopeful eyes and with a sigh he returns his head to your legs. While one of your hands rests against the top of his head, the other works to save your place in your book before resting it on the end table. You don’t even notice that your fingers have started to play with the short locks of his hair until you look back at his face and see his eyes closed. 

You stall, but only long enough for him to slightly open his eyes and look at you, his expression of ‘did I tell you to stop’ speaking volumes. So, you start to work your fingers through his hair, the dark purple strands slip easily through your fingers as you shift them around. Spreading your hands out and pressing the tips of your fingers against his scalp and, as your bravery grows, you move your fingers toward his jaw and along the edge of his hairline. His short hair gives you a great view of his face, and you wonder if this is the first time you’ve ever really had the opportunity to look at him. He’s incredibly handsome, one reason he was able to capture you so easily, and the longer you played with his hair, the further the corner of his mouth moved into a faint smile. You would do almost anything for that smile. 

A soft chuckle sounds from your throat and the calmness of your actions is gone in an instant. His eyes are open and he’s slipped from your lap, his feet connecting to the floor and the warmth of his body dissipating from your legs. You protest, but he’s already halfway across the room and is clearly trying to keep you from looking at his face. 

Kaeya

He is all about this activity - honestly, he’s all about any type of touch you want to offer him and while he has a lot on his plate, he will take these moments to be with you. He doesn’t care either where or around who, he may be partaking in this delectable experience - his mind is filled with you and, when you hold him, touch him, love him, he can think of nothing else 

You hadn’t seen him all day, which wasn’t uncommon when there were new recruits or the knights were preparing for a subjection out in the wilderness, Kaeya was typically busier during these times. So, when there were days he wouldn’t be able to get away, and you knew he would continue to work until everything was done, you would find your way to him and offer him a short reprieve from the duties of his work. 

He was standing in the hallway consumed in a conversation with one of the knights. His usually peppy demeanor seemed faded, his shoulders drooped a bit further, his gestures more muted as spoke with the other party, and overall, he didn’t seem as energetic as he normally was. 

The closer you got, the more attention you drew, and soon Kaeya turned to look at what was drawing the eyes of his speaking partner. 

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” He perked up when he saw you, the light in his blue eyes flashing, a smile stretching across his face. 

“Hey! I wanted to stop by since I had a moment. Are you free?” You asked him, crossing your hands behind your back and giving the other knight a quick head nod who returned your hello in a similar manner. 

“Of course, I will spare all my time for you.” He closed the distance between the two of you, an arm draping around your shoulder and pulling you close. 

“Captain, we’ve been asked to …” 

“Yes, yes. I’ll get right on it.” He affirmed to the knight before turning all his attention to you and ushering you down the hallway toward his office. 

“Are you sure you are free? If you need me to come ba …” 

“Nonsense, how could I pass up this opportunity. Do not worry your pretty little head.” He laughed, his smile wide and eyes closed. 

“Okay, I won’t keep you long then.” 

“Oh, but I was hoping you’d save me from this boring day.” He laughed and squeezed you closer to his side, even though you could tell he was more tired than usual he was still able to give you so much of his energy.

Kaeya will turn his head toward you, he’ll wrap his hand around your waist because even here he cannot get close enough 

Here, he can breathe you in and be the center of your attention - which is his most favorite thing

What he prefers, what he loves most, is when you touch his face, stroke his cheeks with the back of your fingers or your hands as they slide over him, the way you run your fingers along his brow, his jaw, and across his neck - these actions will give him the chills and it may be the only time you truly see him react in such a way 

When you get settled onto the couch in his office you call him to you. He eagerly takes the space next to you as if it was always meant for him. 

“Lay down, you look exhausted.” You explain, extending your arm around him and waving him to rest in your lap. 

“Hah, are you trying to take advantage of me?” He asks, moving closer to you rather than doing what you asked. 

“If taking advantage of you looks like letting you take a break, then yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing here.” Your laughter fills his ears and he remembers just how much he missed the sound. 

“How can I possibly say no to you?” 

“I know, I’m pretty convincing. Now, come here.” You pull on the sleeve of his arm and he quickly follows your guidance. His head settles onto your thighs, his face as close to your stomach as he can get, and his hands resting against his chest. 

You help him drape his hair over your leg and start working your way through his bangs, sliding your fingers along his forehead. His playful smile slips into a relaxed expression as he takes in the feeling of your touch on his skin. The way you trace your fingers down his cheek, over his nose, across his lips, his jawline, he is beyond happy here. 

“Do you know when you might be able to take a real break?” You ask, running your fingers through the blue strands of his hair, admiring the way it looks as you move them to places they don’t normally rest. 

“It seems there are many days ahead of us. These new recruits are …” He lifted his hands into a shrug before dropping them back onto his chest, “Well, progressing at their own pace we’ll say.” 

“So it’ll be a while.” 

“Perhaps. Don’t fret though, I’ll always make time for you to refill my reserves.” 

“I’ll take on that request.” You look down at him and catch his eyes staring back, he moves his hand to rest against your arm and gives it a tight squeeze before turning his face toward you. His eye closes and even as the conversation dies down, as his breathing becomes slower, and his hand slips down the side of your arm you know he won’t fall asleep. He never falls asleep when you are with him like this, no matter how tired he is he refuses to miss a single moment. 

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"On My Life" Scaramouche x reader: ROYAL AU Chapter 1

Hello, this is something I wrote while on Scaramouche brainrot and absolutely will have future chapters and the reader's gender isn't explicitly stated but feminine terms are used, but they/them pronouns are used.

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//Next Chapter//

༻Scaramouche༺

You were peacefully sleeping in your warm bed when someone called your name and after a few moments opened the door and called your name forcefully, eventually throwing open the curtains and mumbling curses as you buried yourself under the covers more.

“Y/N! You must get up, it’s quite pathetic that you’re a royal and still in bed!” Your companion and assistant yelled at you only to receive a mumbled shout in return, rolling his eyes and storming over to your bed, throwing the covers off you and glaring at you.

You couldn’t be bothered to get up, you had the best dream that you were dancing in the gardens with your love and planning to go on an adventure. “Just for once, can you not do your job, Scara.”

The man eyed the glass of water on your bedside table and smirked. “It’s Scaramouche, highness. If you don’t get up then I’ll have to do something you won’t like.” That got your attention and you lifted the covers down enough to see him, gasping when you saw him holding your nearly full glass of water slyly grinning.

“You wouldn’t dare-” You didn’t have to finish when Scaramouche poured the water onto you and chuckled to himself when you yelped at the sudden wetness on the sheets and your clothes.

You go to lunge at him but have him catch your wrists, clicking his tongue at you and laughing. “Come on, your majesty. Now that you’re all wet I must give you a bath and clean you up, messy little thing.”

Begrudgingly getting up as you followed the violet-haired man to your bathroom to see him running the bath and grabbing certain bottles from the shelves before turning to make you were still with him, smirking at his success when he saw you pouting at him.

“Darling, come now. You aren’t mad at your poor official guard, are you?~” He was lucky you liked him so much and could deal with him, considering he’d driven off every other royal in the nearby area except for one person who had recommended him to your family.

“You really shouldn’t flirt with your superior, I could have you punished.” Trying to get the upper hand and smiling yourself, having him put down what he was holding and walking over to you.

“I can’t help it when I have such a beautiful royal in front of me and besides you like it anyway, you wouldn’t stop me if I kissed you, would you?”

As if testing his theory Scaramouche leaned closer and closer until he was inches from your lips before quickly laughing to himself and spinning around to make sure the bath was not overfilling.

Your face was bright red as you tried to calm down from what you thought was going to do and as much as you wanted to stop him, he was right. You did find him attractive and the fact that he was pretty much constantly around you didn’t help (neither did the fact that he never let you bathe yourself because apparently you “could never do it right”).

Clearing his voice to signal that the water was warm, filled to the brim with bubbles and bottles of hair product ready to be used. Scaramouche politely faced away from you as you undressed and got in (one of the only things he’d humor you with) sighing contentedly at the hot water warming your body.

It didn’t last long when a wave of water was dumped on your head and shampoo was being worked into your hair, moving some of it out of your eyes so you could see and make small talk. “I do have to admit despite how annoying you are, you always treat me like perfection and never fail to take care of me.”

He hummed at your compliment and massaged the substance into your roots, warning you this time that he was going to wash it out.

The violetnette haired assistant squeezed some lotion into his hands after pushing his sleeves up and lifted your arm out of the water, ever so gently spreading it on your arm and shoulders.

Attempting not to blush when his hands wandered over to your upper and lower back, working out some knots when he felt some. This side of him was so gentle and almost never revealed to you, you’d have to memorize this moment. “It never fails to amaze me how little you take care of yourself.”

Never mind, he was back to the same Scara you knew and slightly tolerated. Helping you out of the bath and going outside to fetch your outfit for the day while you dried yourself off being sure that your hair was damp but not dripping so as not to get the clothes wet.

Scaramouche waited for you outside your door and smiled to himself in satisfaction at your appearance, kissing your forehead before heading out of your room and calling to you that breakfast had already been prepared.

Everything happened so fast you were still processing that he’d just kissed you and was hurrying out when he yelled at you to hurry up, meeting him at the top of the staircase and yawning as he told off what you had to accomplish today. You knew he was going to keep being himself when you had just about finished your meal when Scara faced you with a frown and used his thumb to wipe away some crumb.

“You’re always so messy, my dear. What would you do without me?”

You do your best attempt to fight the oncoming blush flooding your cheeks and ignore the smirk that your guard gives you, getting up to clear your place and quickly eating something himself.

A thought shot into your mind as you pushed yourself out of your chair and ran to the doorway, hearing the calls from Scaramouche behind you and lifting your cloak off a hook. “Come on! Let’s go down to the village, it’s such a nice day out.”

He caught up and spouted several reasons why you shouldn't but realizing that you were going to go anyway and the only way he could stop was if he picked you up and locked you in your room, which he’s tried once when you refused to dress appropriately for a meeting with another kingdom.

"Are you sure you are royalty? You’re so childish for one.” Helping you latch your cloak around you while you glared at his statement, grabbing his hand once he was finished himself and practically running down the steps.

The sun was shining so bright and your clothes were just right for the weather, you’ll have to thank him later. People around you waved and greeted you, some bowing and others asking how you were, declaring that it was such a beautiful morning.

The colors and sounds of the marketplace filling your ears, bargains being made with women and men while the children played tag in the grassy fields nearby. A bright stand selling pastries stood out and you thought it was perfect for the plan you had in mind, going over and gazing at all the treats they had.

“Good Morning, your highness. See anything you like? The scones in front of you just came out of the oven a minute ago, be careful.”

Smiling at the vendor and picking out a delicious-looking vanilla scone with some icing drizzled over it, asking if you could get two of them. You handed her money and went to go find Scaramouche, no doubt ticked at you when a boy stood in front of you blocking your way.

“Well, well, if it isn’t their majesty. Come to mock us and how awful peasant food is?” Mocking you and clearly idiotically ignoring the two scones you had just bought, choosing to mock you for his stuck up he thought you were.

At first, going to speak up yourself when you saw your guard walk up next to you, "You dare talk ill about my lady?! Your death is not even enough to pay for such crimes."

The anger you felt coming off him was intense and knew if you didn’t stop it then he might actually him this boy, grabbing his shoulder and looking Scaramouche in the eye.

“It isn’t worth it, Scara. Please let’s just go, I have better plans.”

It didn’t look like he was going to back down.

“My lady please, allow me to teach this fool some manners-”

“Scaramouche! As your royal, I order you to stand down and obey me.”

Your guard glared at you before removing his hand from his sword and whipping around, taking your hand and pulling you toward the forest to where you originally were headed. Not looking behind at the boy and rubbing circled on his hand to try and calm him down, still pissed off yourself at his words.

“Scara~. I’m okay.” Walking backward in front of him and trying to make eye contact, watching your step so you didn’t trip.

“I will not let anyone insult you. That’s that.” Stopping in your tracks so he ended up nearly bumping into his chest and cupping his cheeks, telling him to his face that you could stand up for yourself but you appreciated his defense.

Yes, Scaramouche was part of the royal guard and could no doubt be out fulfilling missions for the king, he was offered the spot of the captain and was going to take it since he thought so many of his fellow soldiers could use some training.

Everything changed when an important nations meeting was held at the palace and he was assigned to shadow you for the evening to make sure you didn’t come to harm. He did take a liking to you and how you were headstrong, not afraid to call anyone out for their wrong ideas and corrupted plans.

Not that he’d ever admit it but he did have a small crush on you and the fact that you were stunning didn’t help, he could tell from your blushes and reactions that you seemed to favor him as well.

“Where are you taking us exactly?” You ran ahead and couldn’t hold back your smile when you reached a certain river bank.

Waving him over and sitting down on a patch of grass and explaining that you may have snuck out one night and found this place on a whim while you were sad, regretting what you said as you said it. The reaction you got was not one you were expecting and instead of being yelled at, Scara tightened his grip on your hand and cupped your face.

“My dear, I am upset that you snuck out and could’ve gotten hurt under my nose, but why didn’t you come to get me. I’d rather accompany you than wake up and find you missing?!”

Looking down at the grass as you tried to come to some explanation but came up with nothing and whispered. “I’ll come to find you next time, promise.” You smiled softly and took the scones out of your pocket, offering him one and taking one for yourself.

“Thank you, my lady.” Scaramouche lifted your hand up to his mouth and took a bite, swallowing the scone and complimenting the sweetness all while maintaining eye contact. Of course, you blush and quickly give the scone to him, taking off your shoes and making your way over to the stream to distract yourself from his wandering eyes.

The cool running water broke your thoughts as you just enjoy where you were and admired the small fish and animals that made the river its home, spinning around in the small break of trees above the small body of water. Something caught your eye as you looked over and froze, spotting a herd of deer passing through and gasping.

This is why you always wanted to be outside, it was so much more beautiful than inside the palace but it would take a huge amount of convincing from your guard to let it happen every day.

You turned back around and made your way back to him, Scara had finished his scone and was now watching you carefully step your way as to not slip. His deep violet eyes holding a secret he has yet to tell you and a bit of admiration for your smile, secretly wishing he could be the reason for it one day.

“Alright, darling. Ready to head back?”

Taking his outstretched hand and putting your shoes back on, spacing out for a second when you felt his lips on the dorsal side (another word for the top of your hand). Your face turned pink as you laughed and began walking, chatting about all the magnificent dreams you had.

“Shame I wasn’t in one of them. Do you really not dream about me, your highness?” You skipped ahead and went to tease him right back.

“Of course, I dream about you, even more so now that you don’t wear that enormous hat. You never took it off when you first got here.” Chuckling to yourself as you remember the huge thing and how heavy it must have been to constantly wear it. He bitterly laughed and went to catch up to you,

“I still partially resent you for getting rid of it. It was very dear to me,”

The ends of his deep purple hair blowing in the breeze and certain strands being highlighted by the leaking bits of sunlight through the forest, walking back to the palace a different way.

“You could never resent me, I’ll make it up to you by giving you something but I’ll have to return to the cabin that is primarily unused now to get it. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Hearing him mutter curses under his breath and keep up with you.

The quiet peaceful silence around you both was broken by commotion and people running frantically, breaking whatever romantic moment had been. Scaramouche got in front of you and made sure you were safe before proceeding, the sight before his eyes making him curse aloud.

“Damn. It looks like the kingdom is being attacked! Quickly I must get you out of here, we can send word to your father later. As long as I’m alive, you’ll never be injured or hurt.” Snatching your hand and asking where the nearest safe place would be for you.

“It would be the cabin I just spoke about. Just northeast of here.” Nodding at you and taking off, luckily what you were wearing was easy to run in and not overwhelmingly tight. Doing your best to not look at your home being attacked and pushing down the thoughts of your family being harmed in some way.

A few minutes of running later, you had slowed down when he was sure that no one was following you and checked on you again. “My lady, are you alright?” Before he could go to speak you cut him off spitting out a “yes” and turning back to keep walking on the path.

Scara knew that it was clearly bothering you but wouldn’t push and here wasn’t the best place to get into it, ensuring himself that he’d bring it up again when they reached the cabin. The rest of the walk was in silence and shock as you both took in what just happened.

It was intense, that was an understatement. You slowly walked into the wooden house and went to sit on the sofa, trying to hold it all together. He shut the door and sat down next to you, unable to say anything but take you in his arms and offer his sympathy.

The violetnette held you tighter when you broke down and wrapped your arms around him, letting all of it go. A few seconds pass and you left your head from his neck, caringly leaning in as he cupped your face. You went for it and kissed him, Scaramouche returning it immediately and arms snaking around your waist.

“I knew you liked me, come here.” Smirking and bringing you onto his lap, lightly kissing on your neck and gripping your chin so you had no choice but to look at him. “Majesty, allow me to run a bath for your so you can calm down, I insist.” You knew it would be more than a bath but you grinned yourself and nodded, standing up so you both could go to the bathroom.