#but hes so insulted cause like have better interests and i also like kin assigned him afton robotics

[dykedvonte]

If I was in Fallout 4 and I saw Nick Valentine I'd say some stupid shit like "Omg just like Five Night's at Freddy's" when talking about Synths and then lose all my affinity with him immediately

[kalims]

Aaa- okay I’m a bit shy about this so bear with me here-

Scaramouche x reader? The reader is a shy and loyal servant to him and is shorter than him- they somehow never get on his nerves and is polite and respectful towards him- he starts feeling strange around them and when he heard Signora talking about love and stuff he slowly realised he’s in love of them- maybe something like- how he’ll react to that realisation and how he’ll be around them from now on?

You can choose either it can be a headcanon or a fanfic- or whatever you find it easy to write!

Thank you for your time! Much appreciated~

(Also..you know where people have their anon fans and they go by emojis and names? Can I be 🍪 anon? Because yeah I’m a fan of your blog- can you blame me??? It’s amazing and you’re awesome💕💕)

🍪 anon; you criminal! how dare you make me blush with ur other ask! Also, I made it so that Signora and reader have quite the close relationship cause I love her （ꐦ𝅒_𝅒）

the famed cyro archon; otherwise known as the tsaritsa is no doubt an unpredictable woman of high status. The deity of a powerful emotion, love. Has covered her warm heart in cold, they say her intentions are for the best and to protect but is that really so? Those who defy her ideals will be taken care of her loyal servant's.

Harbingers, the eleven individuals that each have sworn an oath to serve under their archon. Ruthless individuals willing to kill under the tsaritsa's names. Harbingers are trained to be killing machine's.

The eleventh lord, tartaglia. Has met you when he was first tasked to call over the eight. You were standing beside the fair lady's quarters with a seemingly respective and polite posture, it was what drawn him to approach you; tartaglia had never seen you before. Perhaps you were newly assigned? It seemed so.

He was admittedly taken aback by your way of words, true to your posture. Your tone eradicated in a reserved way, he can tell that you have a patient of a saint. Maybe that is the reason why the fair lady spoke of you in high regards. He was swayed, not in a romantic way of course. A rare person like you isn't found this easily amongst the ranks of the fatui.

The eight lady, the fair lady: la signora, one of the most uncaring of the harbingers speaks highly of you. To her peers it was a suprise, the fair lady rarely spoke of anyone be it one of the servants the tsaritsa personally assigned to aid her. She was a woman that often spoke of her kin as if they were mere gravel laid upon the soles of her expensive heels.

The second lord, the doctor. Dottore first met you through a meeting; you stood next to the fair lady in an surprisingly refined clothing for a mere servant of the eight. The only way for you to wear such clothen was through the lady herself, the fact that she made a choice to dress you up piqued his interest. Perhaps you would be a valuable asset to him however he knows better than to steal away the lady's loyal servant, she'll surely have his head if he did.

In yet another gathering, a few of the harbingers grew shocked by her majesty's sudden announcement. "Starting mow, I hereby say that Y/N will be assigned to the sixth" said she, Signora frowned lightly. To say she was enjoying her time with you was an understatement. You were her ideal type of underlying, a loyal servant who never spoke unless needed, a servant that only answers to her calls. You were far better than any of the others.

She knew, that she cannot stop her majesty, so she opted to smirk at you before dragging out a sentence. "Hmph, a shame really. Best of luck with the sixth."

The sixth lord, the balladeer. Scaramouche didn't like you at first; he'd thought that your sweet little good obedient girl act pathetic, he held no real regards to your feelings. Often spewing out his anger onto you so that he could release pent up anger. So he was rather confused, why aren't you cowering like the rest? Is this a challenge? An insult? Are you telling him he isn't intimidating enough?

Scaramouche completely ignored you, despite being spoken of so highly he frankly doesn't care even if your one of the best, just do your job and maybe you'll won't get yelled at by him. That's all he asks for, don't be like those other idiotic underlyings he has.

Surprisingly you were, there were times he thought signora might be right. You were indeed one of the best, only following his orders just like when you were under signora's command. It seemed to occur to him that the only loyalty you pledged was to those the tsaritsa ordered you to. In a way, there was some possessive part of him that wanted to rip apart a wall art the thought of you getting reassigned to another of his peers.

That got him thinking, why was he thinking this way just because of a mere servant? A total downgrade compared to his high status. The second time that made him think deeply was when tartaglia relentlessly pestered him as to why he hasn't snapped when holding a conversation with you, the latter replied with a simple. "Move, I don't have time for your shenanigan's."

The third and final time that got his heart to bloom was the time when signora talked about love.

The balladeer unconsciously let his legs slow down into a stop, his fingers twitched lightly at the sound of the fair lady's velvety voice. "Love is an emotion that changes you perhaps, do not ask me about such a useless subject. Have you forgotten who you're talking to, hm?" It seemed like Signora was talking to some lower class person, from her tone of irritation he could tell.

He squinted at the dark lighting before hastily putting his legs to work. An emotion that changes one. He was no fool, he was well aware of his positive change of behavior when your presence was in the room. There was less frequent bursts of anger and offence, his patience seemed go grow thick whenever you were around. Heck... Even the other harbingers noticed!

There was one thing for sure though, if you were to be with anyone. It will definitely be him.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 —nscaramouche definitely acts suspicious around you, childe tells you how strange and no doubt 'creepy' his change of behavior was, the balladeer was somehow always there when you went out. Taking a walk? Oh what a coincidence! Is that the sixth harbinger you see approaching you from the distance?

— When you mention something about liking a particular flower, you'd find literal bouquets of it in your front door. Many would think it wasn't him since he didn't seem like that type of guy however scaramouche is cunning, he knows this fact and uses it to his advantage to woo you in secret as well as avoid suspicion being placed upon him.

— actually doesn't remark smartly when talking to you unlike the others, you see. The difference between talking to another recruit and talking to you was huge. He's absolutely ruthless and uncaring of the recruits feelings, why should he play nice? This is the fatui that they signed up for after all.

— when with you, he's subtle about hiding the fact that he's holding back on being an asshole. The last thing he wants is his fellow comrades, to be more specific tartaglia to find out, tease him and attempt to steal you away to agitate him.

— the thing that drives him to the point of confessing is either when tartaglia successfully drags you away everytime you're with him or if he just can't hold himself back anymore from full on making out with you and muttering about how you've driven him crazy.

— so yeah, the confession is a mess. He'll call you up in his office, flat out tell you that he likes you more than the others then proceed to let a smile fall upon his lips when you replicate his feelings. That is until, he hears childe snickering loudly behind his door. Scaramouche promises to blast his ass once he's done pestering you.

one bonus relationship moment? Idk— ❜ one time you saw his hair look kinda messed up so you reached over to comb it through only for scaramouche to grip your wrist hesitantly, he isn't denying your actions just confused as to why you're trying to do it.