#scara is the one to put childe down btw so that makes it even better

[gravemutt]

yknow ive been showing off my genshin and oc sims from my modern au for the past week or so now and its been fun but what if i told yall that the main storyline with them is so much worse. like childes family is dead yall and he ends up dying too

[hitomisuzuya]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUZU, GLAD TO SEE YOU BACK🥳🎉🎉🎉 Btw more roommate Scara plz?👀💕Like, roommate Scaramouchii confessed to us while he's not sober. Maybe a little jealousy in that...?

Roommate! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Jealous, drunk love confession. What do I tag this as? I tagged it as smut because of one sentence.

I had a stressful day, so writing this is helping me unwind a little.

When it came to living with someone like Scaramouche, it came with constant parties. Tonight was no different.

Because it was. Childe was there. And Scaramouche swore he drank more every time he saw you smile up at him. Or laugh at something he said. Or how you blushed when he tucked some hair behind your ear.

He drank more every second you were devoting your attention to Childe instead of him. Why were you even smiling at him, anyways? He was all you needed because he was right here, not Childe.

Scaramouche's eyes watched you intently as you went about cleaning up after the party. He made a huffy noise. "Leave that shit, I'll get in the morning," He grumbled.

"No, it's okay," You shook your head, waving a hand at him when he tried to get up. You knew he was drunk. You'd indulged a little yourself, but near as much as he had.

"Stop, just stop," He snapped, making you look at him, startled.

"Scara, I'm just cleaning..what is the matter?" He'd been acting off all night, and you couldn't put your finger on why.

"No, just, ugh, that's not what I meant," Scaramouche pinched the bridge of his noise, and decided to try again. His head was spinning, and you just standing there looking beautiful like you always were.

He wanted you so badly.

And you were patient with him too, which most people weren't. You quietly waited for him to gather himself. "Why do you give you even give that ginger shithead any attention?"

"Childe?" You questioned, to which he nodded.

"Yeah, him," You could hear the strained jealousy in his slurred speech. Your cheeks flushed. Was he jealous that you had spent most of the evening with Childe while he sulked in the corner like a cat who got sprayed with water?

"You should've been spending that time with me. You should've been by my side all night and not his," The slurred words can tumbling out before he could hear them, inebriation giving him courage.

"Scara.." You began, but he quickly shushed you.

"Don't talk until I am finished," He snapped, his posture stiffening when you gave him a look. He knew that look, "please," He mumbled, hastily looking away.

"How should I put this?" Scaramouche murmured more to himself before looking at you again, "listen up because I am only going to say this once. I hated every time you smiled at him. I hated every time you looked at him. Because I want those smiles to be for only me."

Your heart was starting to pound in your chest. Where the words that you wanted to hear the most about to come from him, the very ones you'd been afraid to tell him? You didn't dare interrupt him because it could ruffle his feathers and make him shut down completely.

"I am in love with you," Saying it was easier than he expected. He finished what was left of his drink, peering at you from over the top of the glass. He sighed before you could speak. "Can you c'mere? I kind of can't stand up to come to you," His cheeks flushed, looking away shyly.

You put a hand on his cheek as you sat down next to him on the couch. "I hope you are going to either kiss me or tell me you love me to," Little did you know he was swallowing his heart in his throat to.

You did what you thought what was the better option first. You leaned in and kissed him. He was glad you did because it almost slipped out how he should outside your bedroom listening to you moan his name while you fingered yourself.

He sighed softly against your mouth. He was pleased with your answer. The kiss quickly turned heated and open mouthed as he pushed you down onto the couch.

"I'm in love with you to, Scara," You said when he reluctantly pulled away. His head immediately dropped into your neck, nuzzling against it as he sighed, content.

You blinked, confused when he didn't say anything. That was because he fell asleep with his face buried in your neck.

[raidenshogunmommy]

I got an ask for a continuation of this fic. I'M SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK AND I DID NOT CHECK THE ID BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Ok. But I'll be honest I don't wanna elaborate and ruin the prompt especially for Miko. But the amount requests like damn-

So. I'll write a continuation for Scara!! ( btw I have another ask for pt 2 of the fic I might answer that by adding more characters cuz I really love the prompt hehe)

And pls dni if you are not comfortable with the themes involved

Pt 2 here

Warnings: angst, no comfort, s€lf h@rm, major death (reader), gore, written before sumeru release or leaks hence, completely based on my imagination. (pls lemme know if I forgot something)

Genre: angst duh lol

Characters: Scaramouche×gn!reader

Tags: one-shot, continuation fic

He finds himself digging the knife that was meant to kill you into the the skin of his own arm after making sure you were out of sight. He couldn't finish his job in the end, after all he put you and himslelf through.

Back at fatui headquarters, he reports back to the Tsaritsa. No one has questioned him about the stitches on his arm or anything regarding his mission. Except of course the one who gave him the mission.

Scaramouche knows better than to lie to the Tsaritsa. So, he ends up confessing that he failed to complete his job. And also that he had fallen in love despite the strictly specific instructions to not. Also apologizes for having claimed he was incapable of regular emotions such as those before taking on the task.

He gets dismissed and gets asked to wait for her excellency's decision regarding his future as a fatui harbinger for failing a task that could've led them alot closer to their goal altogether.

During the unendurable wait, he also faces the unbearable heartache of knowing that all he ever did to the one he loved was use them, give them a fake relationship and fake happiness and hurt them. How could he live with himself knowing that? Even though he didn't have a choice in his forever continued existence, which he knew he didn't and never would, he really really just wanted to make himself hurt more than he hurt you.

He stares at his arm for a long moment. And it hits him. Even if he is unable to die, he can still feel pain.

Reaching for the nearest blade, he begins to recount and regret—

"Harbingers." The Tsaritsa calls out, as all eleven of them assemble in front of her in a flash and bow down in perfect coordination.

She holds her chin up as she proposes this new task which as she puts it is top secret and of the utmost important.

"This assignment is associated with the rumoured archon's child in Sumeru. Remember, this is an undercover mission, thereby forbidding you to ever reveal your identity as a fatui harbinger at any given point in the duration this year long mission." Making sure to accentuate her point regarding the seriousness, with just the surface level details, she takes a quick glace at the assembled group before continuing. "Be warned. The ploy is to extract any and all information about the whereabouts on the dendro gnosis and of course if at all possible given your status or position acquiring the gnosis itself, and then eliminating the informant." She pressed on the last part.

The tension in the throne room rose significantly, as looks were exchanged. But nobody expected the Tsaritsa to say what she said next.

"For this particular informant to become trustworthy— and let me be clear about this, you are required to use romance to soften them up. For this reason, only a person who can forgo of their own emotion can be the candidate for the job." With that in mind the duration of the mission starts to sound a lot more intimidating. The Tsaritsa patiently waits for them to process it.

In the matter of a few seconds, two rising figures are seen. She raises her brows in curiosity, she certainly didn't expect volunteers.

The figures that rose to the challenge were none other than Signora and Scaramouche, while the rest remain in their respectful stance.

Scaramouche boldly steps forward with a smug expression on his face. As Signora watches this she suddenly decides back down.

—Oh how he wished she hadn't. Because it ended up with him here. On the verge draining all the blood from his arm.

After a few hours of waiting in agony he heard footsteps as he hurriedly covered his arm and hid the blade.

"...T-the Ts-sarits-s-sa will see-e y-you n-ow." The quite anxious agent said through the door.

"I'll be there in a minute." Scaramouche replied trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.

Walking back to the throne room after cleaning up his arm and hiding the wounds. As he nears it he begins to have this growing feeling of dread in his chest. He tries to reassure himself that its all in his head.

But when he finally reaches the throne his eyes immediately fall onto the corpse at the feet of her excellency's throne. There was no mistake.

He started in utter horror as his face pales and he feels a shiver go down his spine as he realises that the Tsaritsa is out of her seat. Behind him he feels a finger trace the length between his shoulders as her voice whispers in his ear "why don't you step forward and look at your now finished job." Her voice is like steel. She steps back as he moves forward at her command.

He drops down, his legs unable to support him any longer.

It was almost as if his heart stopped as he stares into your lifeless eyes.

"With...this out of the way, guess what? You can keep your position as a harbinger. Congratulations." The smugness in her tone was not even attempted to be hidden.

PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THE LATE REPLY AND AGAIN FOR ACCIDENTALLY DELETING THE ASK.

[reilliane]

Yesterday I fell from some metal stairs from the top. It was raining and the stairs are outside the house.

I wanted to comfort my relatives on the first floor who are afraid of the yesterday's rain (ngl it was strong, it even hail, which is very rare where I live)

Now that I'm in bed instead of worrying about my throbbing left leg (it bent and had to be put in a cast).

I wondered how it would be MC with the Genshin boys if something similar happened to her, hehehe.

[Btw: I love reading Angst. I enjoy reading the pain. Especially your works 💖👌

Also the funny part is when a I was about to go one stair down I started singing "Mexico lindo y querido" in nahuatl, I think Tlaloc got angry 'cause I mispronounced one word. I fell down like a cartoon character. Also me ]

- Mexican Candy 🇲🇽

This is a suggestive (by suggestive i mean what suggest really means,,) ask so it took incredibly long but auuuuu I hope you're doing fine and dandy now anon dear, though I'm sure it'd take a lot of time before the cast is going to say goodbye-

It goes without saying that whenever MC is hurt (let's be general, MC as MC-), Genshin men would be concerned.

Okay Scara maybe not (he's worried shh he just doesn't say it aloud)-

Certainly, they'd go out their way to assuage whatever complication MC may be having. I swear Thoma/Kazuha/Aether/Bennett/Itto/Venti are the types to just give her a piggyback ride, maybe a bridal carry? 😳

Kaeya and Childe I believe would do this, but he'd add it up with a sly, "You have to do something for me when you get better though ;))"

I imagine Ayato/Diluc/Zhongli/Xingqiu/Chongyun/Gorou politely demanding MC to stay the shuck on the bed lol, no moving until she's better. You know, the most normal reaction 😆😆

Xiao definitely is included in this, but remove a bit of the politeness adhsajdhsajhasd

He'd straight up be : "Don't even try to leave the bed."

I second this dialogue with Tighnari SHDASHDASJ but he would definitely be a bit sterner, along with Albedo. Personal nurse lol

Heizou and Razor would be on Tighnari/Albedo's level of observation, if not on a different level,, mainly because they rely on their keen senses a lot. Like a whole lot, that goes without saying- so I think they'd be the kind to be at MC's beck and call.

Scara's on a whole other world :V

"This is what you get lol" - scara

Naur, he definitely tries to make things easy, though he tries to be subtle at it. When MC catches him, say, freeing up more space so there's almost nothing to bump into, he'd blow up with some awful excuse like "IT'S ANNOYING TO HAVE IT THERE" AHDJSAKDSHAK