#scara fluff

[scaraobsession]

Categorially Yours ⎯ ♡

pairing: scaramouche x f!reader summary⎯ It starts with a note in philosophy lecture. They sit together once, then again. Now they’re texting, sharing notes, and maybe something else they won’t admit. Minor in philosophy, major in denial. status: work in progress genres: social media au, romance, college/ university au, modern au, fluff, humor, mayyybe some angst(still in the process of figuring things out), slow burn, scara might be ooc, tba warnings: ignore the timestamps, none yet buttttt its likely that scara will be an asshole but not for long and he'll make it up to you started: 3-6-2025 completed: tba! taglist: OPEN!

Profiles:

Ayaya and Idiots (yn gang) SIGMA BOYS (scara gang)

Chapters:

Act 1:

⎯ 01. you got this ⎯02. oh wow ;-; 🖋

⎯03. he so judged me ⎯04. emo on emo offense

⎯05. OMG...XIAO??? 🖋 ⎯06. Heyy its philosophy girl

⎯07. Notes Guy Fanclub ⎯08. entertain me

⎯09. trolley problem ⎯10. cat tree

⎯11. be ready at 9 ⎯12. study buddy 🖋

⎯13. clocked

Act 2:

⎯14. no more notes for you buddy ⎯15. perks of not being late

⎯16. behavioral lessons

[6thscara]

How to Deal With a Jealous Partner? [oneshot]

✭ Scaramouche x Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ scaramouche is bad at feelings / jealousy issues / scaramouche is called Wanderer

.ೃ࿐ synopsis ; Wanderer is jealous of you spending more time with others, so you talk it out together 😿.

1,216 words

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i’m sleepy i’m tired i’m htting the hay after this

i haven’t posted in like two months but i basically just write when i’m inconvenienced so

also no beta…

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Wanderer’s past has led him to become a jealous person. And jealousy is something that he’s never learned to deal with. Which didn’t help the fact that you’ve been spending a bit more time with others— not leaving much for him.

As a result, he’s been trying to distance himself a bit more. He would divert his attention away from you, trying to shrug off conversations. Like he was trying to leave you before you left him.

But now, it was time to talk. You’re sitting down on your bed with your lover beside you. A dim light illuminates your bedroom, a space of comfort that Wanderer has become well aquatinted with.

His stare shows an irregular expression of vulnerability as he tries to maintain eye contact. Still, the piercing indigo hues show his possessiveness.

It’s also evident in the way he grips your wrist, fingers almost digging into the skin as if you’ll walk away. Of course, you won’t, which you try to tell him through a soft gaze.

He isn’t sure what to make of it— or what to do. It’s new for him. He isn’t used to being reassured like this, to be mannered with so gently.

That’s why he hates it when all he can do is tighten his hold. It hurts a bit.

“Wanderer, please,” you whisper, placing your other hand atop his as if to coax him off. He lets out a quiet breath, taking a second to loosen his grip on your wrist. Carefully, he rubs your skin, most likely as a silent apology for any hurt.

You give him a faint smile, opting to hold his hand instead. An expression of unfamiliarity appears on his face, but he tries not to show it.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, how you’re feeling, I’m listening.” You say in the kindest voice you can manage. You know he was jealous because of you spending a lot of time with others lately, but you wanted to hear it from him— everything he felt.

After a breath, he looks at you sternly, and grumbles, “I don’t like what you’ve been doing recently.”

You look at him, asking for more. He sighs.

“You’ve been spending most of your time with others, and not me.” Wanderer adds on shyly.

He looks upset, which you assume is because he doesn’t enjoy being vulnerable like this. He hates it— as if his ego is being crushed.

“I understand,” you tell him. You would’ve been jealous, too. There were times where you were, but they’ve been buried sufficiently.

However, it was time to talk through these problems. You knew from the start that being with someone like the Wanderer would be a bit difficult, but you didn’t mind. He has your utmost devotion, as you have his. There was no doubt that you would do everything to make this work.

Your chest feels heavy as you decide what to say. You think carefully, because this moment was a stepping stone for the both of you.

Although you feel a lot of pressure, you knew you had to speak honestly and from the heart, while also being smart about it.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, I get it.” You smile, adding a teasing hint to your voice to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, but you wanted it to be comfortable. After all, talking like this should be normal, right?

Wanderer huffs, scowling at you playfully. He squeezes your hand while you admire how pretty he looks with his face slightly flushed.

“You sure sound to know a lot,” he scoffs.

“I want to make this work! I’m trying…” You tell him, feeling a bit embarrassed now, too.

He lets out a small laugh, looking at you directly. You then continue with your words,

“I still value time with you the most,” you say, “I just also have other people that I care about.” Once you say that, you notice his expression frown a bit. Yet, both of you know it’s necessary to get through.

“So please, don’t try to avoid me anymore because of your jealousy. That’ll make chasing you hurt me more.”

Wanderer slightly opens his mouth before hesitantly speaking, “I know.”

“…I don’t want you to leave.” He pauses.

“The thought of you leaving me for someone else is—… it sounds simply unbearable.”

His words surprise you— it was hard for him to say such things, and you figured it would be a while more until you got to hear him speak so truthfully. Though, you’re glad that he’s comfortable enough to talk.

“I do trust you… I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

Once he says he trusts you, a surge of emotions runs through your body. It causes a gentle smile to emerge along with heat on your cheeks.

He turns his head down, avoiding your eyes. A tender expression makes its way onto your face as your free hand moves to his cheek. His skin feels warm and soft, bringing you comfort.

He squeezes your hand a bit, much more gentler than earlier.

Trust is important— you knew it would be a key to many obstacles. And more than anything, you wanted to be a safe place for him.

You guide his head back up to look at you, and opt to quickly but sweetly kiss his cheek. He doesn’t want to show it, but it makes him feel relieved.

“Don’t think I’ll ever leave you, because I won’t.” You begin, “I’m staying with you forever. You’re the only one for me, Wanderer. I’ll always choose to be with you.”

Heat reaches your palm coming from the skin of his cheek, and you hope your words were alright. He pauses again for a moment.

“…I’ll try to stop being so possessive.” He responds.

“I do want you to be free, and to spend time with others without worry. But I’m not going to lose you,” Wanderer finishes sternly.

For a moment, he runs his hand up to feel yours on his cheek, then slowly glides over your fingers. He lets out a breath as his eyes pierce yours.

“…How about we spend some time together tomorrow? Just the two of us, we can do whatever you’d like.” You suggest, working through the situation.

He nods slowly. “I’ll try to think of something to do.”

“…As long as you’re beside me, I can’t think of anything else that would make it better.” He finishes with a grumble, eyes flickering around the room while his cheeks redden.

Sweet words from Wanderer were rare, but when they came, you appreciated it more than anything. He still has trouble at times, but everything is a process.

You squeeze his cheek a bit, letting out a small giggle when he scowls.

In one motion, you push him down to the bed and hug him. His arms wrap around you as well, allowing the both of you to bask in each other’s affection.

When you cuddle a bit closer, he doesn’t shy away— he buries his head along your collarbone, listening to your heartbeat. A sound he’s grown fond of.

Although there were still many obstacles to get through together, you were both happy to figure everything out with time.

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eugh sorry to my 3 followers this sucks but i dont wanna edit i just wanna post and i can’t reallt deliver anything good but i do still have that hanahaki au draft

anyways time to sleep bai ily whoevers reading this

[ashrodisiac]

"You're so annoying." Scaramouche huffed, his arms tight around your waist, cold chest pressed to your back and lips against your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

"You're the one cuddling me." You pointed out.

"I only do it to shut up your pathetic whining every morning whenever I get up." He whispered into your neck, then lazily pulled a blanket on you both.

You snickered. "I think it's the other way around. I risk getting late just so you don't start throwing a tantrum about not being given enough love."

He didn't respond.

You shuffled closer to him. "Y'know, I would've appreciated a proper "good morning"."

"Not yet. We're not getting up just yet. Go back to sleep."

[cattlemons]

hi, if you're okay with writing for him, wanderer x reader hcs? (it can be short and brief!!) /nf

The Archivist and The Stubborn Scholar

TW: Not proofread and the punctuations on this might be kinda yikes (tried my best tho), this particular big boy is 1,7k words big (very short and super brief (❁´◡`❁))

Hope you like this, my first ever nonnie! (I wanna frame you like a first dollar)

I feel like the Wanderer is kind of a tough nut to crack because his trauma wall is 100 inches thick.

At the beginning, he’s really just huffing and puffing and being a total jerk to you (and everyone else). To be honest, you’re just trying your best to tough it out and not cuss him out every chance you get.

Technically, he isn’t a permanent student of the Vahumana; he only comes in to borrow research papers he needs for his own paper and then he’s off again. So, there's no reason for you to see him all that much.

But aside from being a student, you’re also the Akedemiya’s archivist, so you do meet him fairly often. Not that you enjoyed his prickly presence at first. It was quite the nuisance, if anything.

Every time he comes in to borrow something, it feels like he’s purposefully trying to get a rise out of you.

He’s also frustratingly accurate in pressing your buttons; like he knows exactly what makes you tick and explode.

You want to chop his head off.

Luckily for him, you’re closer to Celestia than he is because your patience for him is on par with that of a saint.

“I need a paper on Tatarasuna, but I want it as recent as possible. The closer to ‘yesterday’ it is published, the better.”

Looking away from your own paper, you looked at him like he grew five heads, each wearing a big ���ol hat. To your defense, you’re only four beats off.

“Look, I know you’re an honored guest of the Archon and only recently started joining in on this research writing business, but you’ve got to learn how we do things here,” you huffed as you searched for a written guideline you have not needed for a while now.

Pulling the paper out of your bag, you pointed and explained the graphic drawn on it.

“First, you go and find out which collection of research papers you need and ask me politely if we have it here in the archives. Then, I tell you if we have it or not before asking if you want it copied and if you need more assistance—”

“Okay, fine. I want Tatarasuna papers and assistance.”

“Please let me finish.”

“Why’d you stop talking if you weren’t finished?”

“You interrupted me?!”

That’s basically how an average conversation with him goes.

But as time goes on, the hate turns into dislike and then into pretend hate and finally into secret like.

At the start of his research, the visits are few and far between, but as the research starts getting heavier, his visits get more frequent too.

He also likes to work on the tables right outside the archival building for “quicker access to papers.”

This is not for the public, but he also kind of maybe perhaps secretly likes looking at the archivist.

He just likes looking at you when you’re confused about why the journal you’re reading is spewing lies. He also likes looking at you when you huff at your paper because the wording is all messed up.

Yeah, his sadistic tendencies were not wiped away when he pulled his stunt on the Irminsul. You can’t win them all, I guess.

Anyway, it’s all totally because he likes seeing you suffer. You’re on top of his “pain in the ass” list, after all!

Not because you look adorable when you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

Definitely not because he knows you didn’t get enough sleep last night (he heard your friend chastise you about it) and you made a bunch of mistake on your paper.

He DEFINITELY DOES NOT find your tired eyes and sleepy yawns cute (like a very angry cat he DOES NOT want to take care of).

But really, he actually believes in this reasoning. He simply thinks it's schadenfreude.

Man’s smart when scheming but dumb bum when anything else.

He does not catch on to his feelings all that quick. In fact, it took him embarrassingly long.

He had to do a lot of soul searching and experience a ton of jealousy to finally realize that maybe he likes you more than he hates you.

Or rather, he likes you more than he originally allowed himself to like you.

Oh no! It’s the consequences of having a heart because a heart isn’t an object but the accumulation of interactions that build the psyche and emotion! Darn, life lesson! (Wanderer, probably)

The Wanderer decided that he’s going to work on his paper in the archive building today. He’s not in the mood to sit in some shitty cafe and listen to incessant chatter.

Wow, he wished he had chosen the cafe instead.

“Hey! Who told you, you can just take a paper out of the archive and waltz your merry way home? Give that back. Right now!”

“I thought we were friends,” Kaveh mumbled in faux hurt as he stretched his hands out to return the paper to you.

“Archivist first. Friend second,” you huffed out, snatching the scroll of paper out of his hands.

The blond proceeded to clutch his chest and make a scene.

Sometimes you wish you weren’t such good friends with the man. At least then, he’d act civil.

Meanwhile, the Wanderer was watching all this from the front row seat; absolutely soaked with friendly-banter-that-he-misunderstood-as-lovey-dovey-affection. Your interaction with Kaveh spilled over into the splash zone of his seat in the archival building and he hated it.

In his mind, he came up with the conclusion that the heat in his heart is coming from a place of annoyance.

Why are you so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?

Why is the blond one also so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?

Why are you even entertaining guests this early in the morning? Didn’t you refuse him any service when he came this early a few weeks ago?

Why is this guy any special?

Somewhere much deeper in his mind, he thought differently.

I thought you were only grumpy with me.

You said ‘friend’ to him, right?

Why does that ease me slightly?

But you treat me like that too… Am I a ‘friend’ as well?

Why does that hurt even more?

After that moment, his visits get less frequent. When he does visit, though, he keeps things brief and… polite?

You even tried to start up a banter; mentioning something you know (on a normal day) would get his veins popping and kick-start a back-and-forth and then some.

To no avail, he stayed silent and just looked mildly inconvenienced.

This confused you to Celestia and back and then to Celestia again and then back again.

He’s honestly not too sure why he distanced himself from you in the first place.

But hindsight is 20/20 because after a much-needed self-evaluation session (by ‘self’ I mean himself and Nahida) he knows it’s because he doesn’t want a fourth addition to his list of major betrayals.

Not that he’ll actually agree with that statement out loud. But inside, he gets it.

Of course, this understanding is between his own person. You, unfortunately, were completely out of the loop.

You thought you had somehow pissed him off beyond forgiveness or crossed some kind of line.

At one point, you thought that the banter was, in a very weird way, flirting.

But maybe you got it wrong. What if he never saw you as a friend at all, let alone someone he might like.

You decided that if a relationship(?) friendship(?) has to die, then it’s going out with a bang.

*(bang = mutual understanding on what went wrong and peacefully going back to being strangers).

So, you visited him one day. Out of work hours too (mmmm how bold).

The knock on his door broke the puppet out of his cluttered thoughts; thoughts of a certain archivist he misses. Grunting as he stood, he closed the book he pretended to read in favor of opening the door.

“Who is it?”

He opened the door just as the ‘intruder’ reached to knock on the door again. He doesn’t know why you thought that knocking needed that much force but he’s certain it’s way too much.

Anger poked at him as he yelled, “That’s going to bruise, idiot.”

It won’t.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You should be! That hurts.”

It did not.

“Not about that! I’m sorry for whatever happened between you and me to make you hate me…”

The fuck?

“You don’t have to forgive me or anything. I get that you have some sort of past to make you that way and I probably overstepped somewhere but… I thought we were friends. I thought if you were to revert back to us being enemies again, at least you’d tell me why…”

The Fuck?

“Is it because you know I like you? If that’s the case, you’re not fully wrong but I can just throw that away because I know you’re probably not looking for something like that and that’s probably the bit where I overstepped and you know I’m not even fully invested in it so really I can just stop!”

The FUCK?

So much for mutual understanding. With how things are going, it’s more of an individual understanding.

You got way too nervous and now things are spilling left and right and he’s not even saying anything?! He’s just staring at you like you grew five heads, each wearing a big ol' hat. You took a breath to continue your long-winded mess of a rant when he clutched your shoulders.

“Stop for a second, will you, motor-mouth.”

You clammed up right away, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“Listen, I’m not going to ever say this again but I like you too. It’s shit and I hate feeling it because… because I’ve never felt before, okay? So, stop talking all that crap about throwing important things away, it's pissing me off.”

You fully started sobbing now. He panicked and pulled you in for a very awkward, very stiff, but very loving hug. Snot got on his robe and cape as you cried your emotions out on him.

He found he didn’t quite mind. He could use less snot, sure, but he was glad you cared this much over him. He's never had anyone worry over him, let alone to the point of crying.

Soon, tears prickled his eyes but it's alright because relief found his heart.

By the way, he did say it again. He said it 1,000 times before your eventual marriage and 5,000 more times but with ‘love’ as a substitute for ‘like’.

What a liar.

a.n. My first ever request and I’m so incredibly chill about it (lies I jumped and screamed slightly). Anyway, I’m not sure what you’d like to see so I made this about how you came to be the wanderer's partner. Send in another one if you want something more specific (I’ll literally smile and break my cheek muscles if you do).

[yukibunnii]

scara college au ! ݁ ˖๋ ࣭‹3 ⭑

(compsci major!scara & fine arts major!reader)

this is my first time writing,, pls go easy on me😭n im literally doing this while paintingggg

♡ collegestudent!scara who is also your.. really cold roommate that's a compsci major.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose first impression on you was that he didn't like you, due to the cold and stoic expression that was always on his face. and the way he talked to you at first as if you annoyed him just by breathing.

♡ collegestudent!scara who eventually warms up to your soft personality and doesn't seem as cold as before. he now accompanies you everywhere. even to your favorite café.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has a completely different music and fashion taste from yours.

♡ collegestudent!scara who used to hate being called 'kuni' by you but had warmed up to it by now. he knows something's wrong when you don't call him that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who stays up late often and then gets sick as a result, so you have to take care of him every time. he throws a lot of cuss words at you but you know deep down he appreciates you. he actually really loves your cooking.

♡ collegestudent!scara who also scolds you whenever you stay up late sketching or painting, dragging you harshly to your bed to tuck you in. yet it's somehow okay when he stays up late?

♡ collegestudent!scara who always picks you up after your classes.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has made it a habit to have late night visits to the nearby convenience store with you. he makes sure to stay by your side at all times.

♡ collegestudent!scara who comforts you by either taking you to your favorite café and buying your favorite drink & pastry . . or taking you to an art museum/art store even though he's not interested in art.

♡ collegestudent!scara who always complains about having to accompany you to the art supplies store but goes anyway.

♡ collegestudent!scara who watches you paint when he's bored and has nothing else to do.

♡ collegestudent!scara who once heard people gossiping about you in the hallway and sent a death glare towards them that scared them away. luckily he didn't punch them.

♡ collegestudent!scara who so obviously has a crush on you that his friends tease him about it, and even has a gallery in his phone full of candid pictures of you. some of them were sent to you and were put on your instagram story.

♡ collegestudent!scara who absolutely adores your artworks but never shows it. he once found multiple sketches of him when he flipped through one of your many sketchbooks. he definitely didn't take a picture of that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who will and always admire you, from afar or not.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose favorite artist will always be you.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose soft spot will always be you.<3

[the-travelling-witch]

I’m gonna kiss Scaras neck tattoo <3

The whirring of the coffee machine rang through the tranquil morning air, filling your kitchen with the rich scent of ground coffee. Scara was leaning against the counter as he waited for the machine to finish its job, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

You approached him slowly, feet shuffling over the floor in a sleepy daze before you came to a halt behind your boyfriend. Without giving it much thought, you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling into his back as you draped your weight onto him.

“You’re heavy you know,” the man in front of you grumbled without actually meaning it. In return, you pinched the skin of his waist, making him flinch slightly. “Good morning to you too, you brat.”

Mumbling something akin to a ‘Morning’, you sighed as you inhaled the scent of his body wash before your eyes flicked up to see the collar of his sleep shirt had been pulled down in the back, revealing his inked up neck.

With an opportunity like this presenting itself on a silver platter, you needn’t think twice about brushing your lips over the mark, letting them linger there far longer than necessary. You trailed more kisses around it, following the flow of the ink before planting another one right in the centre.

Scara, who had just taken the first sip of coffee, almost dropped his mug when he felt the warmth of your lips against his skin. It was an area he normally kept well-hidden, the only people he let near there being you and Venti. The morning wasn’t chilly, yet he couldn’t help but shiver at your show of affection, the sensation racing down his spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“What are you doing?” His voice was breathless and still a little hoarse from the night. Few people ever treated him so gently, as if he was a doll that would break at the faintest pressure and normally he’d resent the notion of weakness. When you did it, however, he found he didn’t mind at all. Damn it, it was too early for him to be so affected by you, yet here he was, almost white-knuckling the countertop to keep his composure.

“Giving my boyfriend the affection he deserves,” you mused, a lot more awake by now, your voice vibrating against the sensitive hairs raising under your attention. “I’m still allowed to do that, am I not?”

“You’re such a pain sometimes,” he gritted out, keenly aware of his heart jumping against his chest. The coffee sat forgotten on the counter as he dropped his head forward, his midnight- blue hair parting to reveal even more of his nape.

You rolled your eyes in amusement at his antics. Leave it to your stubborn boyfriend to deny himself something he enjoyed. Good thing you knew him well enough to know which buttons to push to get the truth out of him.

“Well, if you hate it that much-“ Hardly a second passed between you peeling yourself away from him and his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist and keep you in place.

“Who said you could stop? If you start something, make sure you finish it too.” Seriously, he was too cute like this.

[modern au series] || or click the tag ┊holly’s modern au ✩彡 to see all works and rambles!!

[kwnnys]

scaramouche would rather die than admit how much he really enjoyed little spooning.

the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist and your head buried in the crook of his neck, it drives him insane.

not to mention the feeling of your hand resting on his stomach, drawing circles on the soft skin as you mutter sweet nothings in his ear.

press kisses at his neck. nibble lightly on the shell of his ear and listen as his breath hitches, shooting you a side glare as a warning. (to which you pay no mind to.)

his body instinctively curls up the moment he feels your touch, and a low sigh escapes his lips. scara loves these moments, coming home after a long day and being held by you. because it is the most nourishing affection he could ever experience.

[be-ee]

| “She guessed my favourite colour on the first try”

۶ৎ Nurse Y/N x Rehab Scaramouche

Y/n snapped her fingers with a quick, triumphant gesture as she placed the tray of oatmeal carefully on the bedside table. Her eyes lit up with sudden realization. “I’ve got it! Yellow!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement. Scaramouche glanced up from his book. 

In all honesty, Scaramouche had little patience for the notion of "favorites." Favorite food? Pointless—he had no need for sustenance, not when the act of eating felt like a hollow ritual. Favorite hobby? Nothing captured his interest anymore; every activity seemed dull, drained of meaning. 

And as for a favorite color? The very thought was laughable. After existing for as long as he had, the world had long since lost its vibrancy, a lifeless canvas where nothing stood out.

But for some reason, this did.Y/n was as giddy as a little kid. Blurting out the word yellow as though she had uncovered all the secrets to him.Her eyes sparkled, and in that moment, she seemed to glow—illuminating the space around her in a way Scaramouche had never quite experienced. Her energy was contagious, almost blinding in its intensity. And despite himself, despite the dark, worn layers of his own existence, something within him stirred.

Before he even noticed, the words slipped from his mouth, soft and unguarded. "You’re right."

The phrase caught him off guard; the admission feeling foreign on his tongue. But as he looked at her, beaming with such warmth, it was impossible to deny—yellow, in that moment, was the only colour that mattered.

[livelaughlovesubs]

do you think you could write like a drabble about putting stickers on scaramouche and childes faces (separately) ? like maybe he's laying on our chest and you stick little star stickers to his cheeks or we're sitting on his lap and just being a cute little silly goob while hes like stonefaced or has just a little smile >.<

( me and my little thing for having a serious and/or intimidating character contrast the silly partner :3 )

(that's me, i'm the silly partner)

Hey hey, the idea was really sweet and since it’s only a Drabble (so it’s faster to finish then requests) I finished it pretty soon

Reader x scara/ Childe - reader is gender neutral

Warning: fluff. Just fluff.

Childe

Honestly? He is the silly partner too. Just saying

I feel like he’d love to lay on your stomach! If you want it too of course

Maybe he is dozing off or focused on something else, so he doesn’t notice the hand sneaking towards him

He wouldn’t even notice the first sticker that got stuck to his cheek, maybe at the third he will catch on

Then he’d glance up at you with a confused look, as if he’s asking, “is something?”

Finally, he’ll see the stickers in your hands, and how you were holding on with your fingertips. Before he knew it, you stuck that one on his nose

Childe’s the person to laugh about it, and he probably wants to do it to you too afterwards. That way you two are matching!!

One question remains, where does those stickers come from??

Scaramouch

I see him was the kind to want to hug/ cuddle

So maybe you are sitting on his lap, while he’s doing whatever. Work, reading, writing complains against the shougun…

Suddenly your hands comes awfully close to his face. He did notice it, but since it’s you he doesn’t really care

Though he didn’t expect you to stick something to his face. Do you think this it funny?

He’d turn around to see you giggling, before he notices the sticker sheet in your hands

Would probably tell you something like, “those things are useless.” Or, “you really are easy to please.”

But he wouldn’t tear the sticker off! He likes that you are happy and smiling

So he’d let you stick more to his face, and maybe pull a grimace to hide that fact he doesn’t mind it actually

If you are attentive enough, you can catch a glimpse of him smiling back at you

[aeruia]

↻. GENSHIN IMPACT

↻. EYES ON ME .

in which [name] can't really handle eye contact very well, can they handle scara's gaze on them? ( they can't . /j )

pairing : scaramouche x reader

warning/s : lowercase intended, not good very cringey!

word count : 714

note : not really my best work but i'm doing this for the sake of keeping this blog alive and active, i have sm pending works istg i've been trying to finish them all at once 😭

you have a habit of staring everywhere except to whoever is talking to you. every time someone speaks with you, you're looking in the other direction and aside from that you will only look at them if necessary. several of your friends also noticed that if you're talking to others, your gaze seems to avert and look elsewhere.

they asked you about it and it appears that you're unable to hold eye contact for too long since you weren't used to making eye contact with other people and got used to working alone or with only a few people you had known like family.

by the time you have finished your work, you find yourself having a drink and a chit-chat with scara. it was only supposed to be a small chat with how your work and his work is but seems like scara has other plans. he made you his drinking buddy.

you weren't really a fan of drinking yet you accepted the offer since you don't wanna be rude and now, you're here drinking with none other than scara as you avoid looking at him as possible. everything around you now looks interesting to you. it now appears that each thing has a deep meaning that it should have. with your eyes glancing almost everywhere you still managed to catch everything he says word by word.

he notices that your eyes have been glancing everywhere but he never saw you glance at him even for a second. tilting his head to the side, his arms crossed near his chest.

“ are you listening? ” that didn't sound like a question to you yet it is a question. you're just interpreting it differently. “ huh? yes, of course. i'm listening. ” answering his question only looking at him for a few seconds and then smiled before looking away again.

the indigo haired man smiled. it wasn't visible but you can see it if you look closely. he stopped discussing things with you besides everything that was coming out from his mouth was complaining.

in exchange for the silence, his eyes linger on you, you can feel his eyes on you as if he was burning holes into your sitting figure in front of him. your [e/c] slowly side eye scara's own orbs. he was definitely just looking at you and by the looks of it he doesn't have any plans on looking away soon even if you aren't staring at him.

“ you genuinely can't keep an eye contact, huh? ” he questioned as if it wasn't obvious enough by how you tried to avoid his gaze. he knows that you aren't that used to looking at someone in the eye and also knowing that it's disrespectful to not look at the person who's talking to you.

you didn't even notice there was a lump forming at your throat if you haven't gulped. everything looks so interesting right now, you just want to run away from here and look for something that looks interesting and pretend to study it. “ i should really practice on holding eye contact.. ” you thought, you can even do it by looking at the person in front of you but that doesn't seems like a good idea.

the person in front of you is scaramouche. everything about him feels intimidating for you. building up the courage you finally give in and looked up at him. he was taken back when you looked back at him, his eyes widened for a second before he smiled smugly at you.

that lasted you well, not that long but you're proud of yourself for that. you hear him chuckle as he uncrosses his arms as he puts his hand on the table.

“ very well then, can't really keep your pretty eyes on me for so long? ” he teased with a saddened tone when he said the words so long as your cheeks heat up.

you didn't even answer it as you just left him alone there, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further as scara just watched you walked away.

he noticed the tip of your ears were red when you stand up and he couldn't help but smile by just how adorable you are.

maybe teasing you more often, will make him see your other side?

date posted 052024

[scaraobsession]

wanderer is the type of person to not let go of a hug until you do. before you, he wasn’t used to affection but he sure as hell basks in it now even tho he’s a bit shy to initiate

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Reader freezes terribly everytime they're asked/taken to dance. It's like their body refuses to move. They just get frozen in some sort of stage fright anytime someone pulls them on the dance floor, as they look down on the ground with their blood going cold, anxiety in their face expression.

I've got this problem- Scaramouche x gn!reader

And I tried to tell you

Warnings- Forced dancing, comfort, scaramouche being protective

Summary- A man trys to approach and dance with you, but starts to pull you to the middle of dance. Scaramouche will have none of that.

Notes- guys bear with me trying something, also gave up on flufftober, exams, sickness. The whole thing @keeyisbored lmk if you wanted one of these for lyney 🙏

The floor was crowded, which already made it awful. What was worse is a total stranger had made his way over to you and asked you to dance.

"Come on, darling. Just one dance."

"No. I dont like dancing." You stiffened with the weight of the mans glare.

Without a word, he grabbed your hand and took you onto the floor. The lights were warm on your skin, but you couldn't help but freeze. You could see the small triumphant smirk of the man. Even when he tried to make you move, you couldn't.

"Oh, come on." He snarled.

Before you could speak or even look at him, someone was standing right next to the both of you.

"I suggest you get your hands off them, or I may do something i regret." Scaramouche glared at the man.

However, you hardly heard his words. Everything felt too much, the light's , the other people. You felt so small, like you couldn't do anything. Despite wanting to be off this floor, it was like the cryo archon themselves had frozen you on the spot.

Your vision became blurry, and you could just make out the man leaving.

"Y/n?"

You snapped out of everything and turned to the blue haired man next to you. "Yeah."

His eyes softened with your tone. He could see how heightened you were. Scaramouch had asked you to dance back when you first started dating. You had freaked out a bit, so he noted that and never asked again. But seeing someone ignore your no, that really pissed him off.

"Let's get you out of here."

He clutched your hand, making sure he didn't lose you in the waves of dancers. As soon as you were off the floor, you started to breathe normally again. Something about a familiar hand in yours always made you calm.

"That bastard. He's lucky i didn't kill him."

"Scara-"

"I'm serious."

"That's the issue, i know."

He placed kisses over your forehead, as his hands crept up to cup both of your cheeks.

"I'm sorry i wasn't there."

"Still, you helped."

"Mm, but i could've prevented it."

There wasn't a moment where you didn't feel safe in his arms. Despite his temper, you weren't scared of him. He never aimed his anger at you but at the people who hurt you.

[seikaverse]

"Home with you"

a/n: There’s a quiet kind of joy in finding peace with someone—where love isn’t loud, but steady. This one’s about that feeling… when a place becomes home because they’re there.

pairing: scaramouche x you

genre: fluff

You sat in a comfortable silence with Scara beside you as you looked around the room for the nth time, which was adorned with items that gave you comfort and framed photos of you two together. Your first move here with him had already been quite some time ago. The place was not particularly ostentatious, but it's cozy. Just like how both of you wanted. You remembered dreaming about this very moment back when both of you were still in highschool. However, it is now more than just a dream; it is a reality.

"I still can't believe it.." you whispered to yourself as a plethora of emotions, mostly satisfaction, began to fill you. For you, this was one of your greatest accomplishments to date.

"Hmm? Believe what?" Scara asked as he leans a little closer to you. His voice mixed with curiosity and tenderness only he uses when he's with you.

His question caused a small smile to appear on your lips, and you turned to face him. "This." You said, taking a moment to think before continuing. "It feels unreal that I'm finally waking up beside you—not just for a sleepover, but because this is where we live now."

He put his arms around you instead of responding to your words. His eyes usually change when he becomes nonverbal, and you can always tell what he's thinking about just by looking at those indigo hues of his. Its softness, the way it narrows when he's angry, the way it gleams when he's excited, and now? How lovingly and gentle he looks at you. As if you're the most fragile thing he'd ever laid eyes on. You see that his eyes tell you much more than words ever could.

You were so deep in contemplation that you didn't realise his hands were already against your cheeks as he slowly moves closer and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you. You didn't pull away. You didn't want to pull away. You just closed your eyes and let him pull you deeper into that little world where only both of you exist. 

A world you can call home. 

A home you can finally call your own where nothing else matters but the two of you. And honestly, it was enough, it was everything you wanted. You're finally happy and content. Finally with him. You slowly pulled away from his lips before gently pressing your foreheads lightly together. Your eyes only opened halfway while you looked at him with the smile he always loved.

"I'm finally home.." you whispered.

"Home with you."

[i23kazu]

"it's just a walk in the forest," scara scoffs. "what's the big deal?"

"...the birds. and the trees."

"and the worms. the dirt." he counters, staring back at you. telepathy, please work. please, please please, please, please please please, please-

"ugh, fine. fifteen minutes, i don't want to spend my time in a place that ginger could just pop out off." your lover gets up, huffing and looking around – almost expecting the other harbinger to spring up and yell "boo!" in his face.

you want to chuckle.

"we're in sumeru – the last i heard, he's off in fontaine doing archons-know-what," you chortle, getting up and following him to put your shoes on. "i don't think he'll be here anytime soon."

fast forward a few minutes, and the both of you find yourself staring at the wide clearing in front of you, surrounded by towering trees and the sound of running water.

scara grimaces.

“what’s wrong? can’t handle the forest?” you tease, skipping a rock over the stream.

“…”

“come on. you’re not taho. you’ll be fine! just watch,” you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, taking his hand in yours. you hear a faint tch, but he doesn’t retract his hand.

you feel a squeeze, even.

the forest is nice. it’s cool, it’s not humid, the ground doesn’t have dirt that cling to the sole of your shoes, and you can even hear the dusk birds singing their native songs. it’s lovely all the same, being here with scara. a sense of peace that the both of you share infrequently — you start to wonder if scara enjoys it too.

and he does. he does (not) enjoy it. it clears his mind, it makes him think about things like the (disgusting) feeling of the grass beneath the feet and the (annoying) charming tunes of the birds that cast their gaze upon you from the trees. it is lovely, as much as he reluctantly admits it.

“hey, would you love me if i was a worm?” you look up at him with a cheeky grin. he pulls back his hand with a huff.

nevermind, it’s not so lovely anymore.

“…we’re heading back inside.”

“wah- hey!”

[wanderingconstellations]

Omg i love your archon scara fanfic they’re all so- 😳🔥 anyways can I request archon scara with a kitsune gf/wife?? Where scara would often tease her by grabbing her tail or touching it just to hear her whimper (you can do whatever with the rest though)

Implied of being his wife. Fem reader? Eh, I could say so but overall, it's gender neutral.

Being the wife of the great archon himself is not a surprise for you, who has been by his side for so many years. Though you both may seem as an intimidating couple, but oh boy its the total opposite.

There's rare time where you both roam the city of Inazuma, trying out various sweets and goods that they have to offer. Other times, you both reside somewhere where its just you both in each other's embrace.

While resting on Scaramouche, sleeping peacefully until he tugged on your tail.

"ACKK!!! SCARA!!! WHAT IN THE CELESTIA?!"

With a yelp, your tail instinctly slapped Scara, knocking him off guard. Whilst he just laughs it off, and continues to stroke your tail despite your visible annoyace.

"C'mon... don't give me the frown."

He cooed, stroking your tail much more gently now. You scoffed, taking your tail and hugging it, making Scara sigh.

"I guess I'll have to buy you more treats then.."

[hashekyu]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑...

➜ ┊: SCARAMOUCHE FLUFF  ᵎ ✰

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა scara's love 4 u is evident, even in the span of 60 WORDS.

➟ ˚₊‧꒰ა SIXTY WORDS ARE ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"Lean over." Scaramouche said. You looked at him suspiciously.

"Uhm, why?"

"Just do it."

"W-" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you, sighing, an exasperated look drawing his brows to furrow, but a teasing grin played at his lips, resting his other hand on his electric guitar, fingers marked from the strings he plucked.

"So I can kiss you, stupid."

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