#scara of course makes it easy

[catboydreamer]

last work of 2024 will be scara … r u surprised

[dead-boys-club]

†  a seat : the fatui.

❥ scenario: their s/o decides to take up residence on their lap --- during a meeting. ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested.

❥ la signora.

she wouldn't give much of a reaction, her eyebrow raising and a barely noticeable hint of amusement to her gaze. open affection isn't something she's keen to show, especially in a professional setting but she wouldn't make you move. if anything, she would just shift in her spot and adjust her posture to make sure you were comfortable, though her movements wouldn't be big enough to draw attention. she would enjoy your closeness but would remain as cold and composed as always. after the meeting is a different story. while she may not show too much emotion, she wouldn't try to hide the smirk as she approached you. 'you certainly know how to make a statement, don't you, darling?' she asked, reaching out to gently tip your chin up with her pointer finger, 'don't think you can distract me so easily.. you'll have to do better than that.' there was a clear affection and appreciation in her gaze, despite the words, honestly enjoying your boldness.

❥ scaramouche.

at first, he genuinely wouldn't even know how to respond, frozen for a split second before brushing it off, not wanting anyone to notice. he'd look at you, eyes flickering as if looking for an answer to your sudden actions. scara isn't one for such open displays of affection, or any at all, especially in such a formal setting - he would fight between irritation and silent, frustrated acceptance; he didn't want to cause a scene. 'what do you think you're doing?' he would hiss under his breath, leaning close to your ear, enough though he wasn't actually trying to remove you. he would be annoyed for the duration of the meeting, though just accepting your bold statement that he, quite honestly, didn't understand. oh boy, he'd be so fast to corner you, arms crossed and staring you down. 'what was that all about?' he demanded, though something was off - his tone didn't hold the same hate soaked bite it usually did; even his s/o had to deal with that. you could see the ghost of a blush on his features but you knew he'd never admit to being embarrassed. 'you're lucky no one said anything,' he muttered, the tiniest hint of softness forming in his gaze. he wasn't as upset as he wanted to seem.

❥ childe.

it shouldn't come as a surprise that he would be the most openly and unashamedly amused, of course, having no complaints. as soon as you took your place, a grin would form and he'd offer your head a soft nudge with his nose. 'comfortable?' he'd ask in a whisper, teasing as always but still loving. his arms found their own place around you, keeping you close. to childe, holding onto you came easy, automatically knowing how to shift so you were comfortable. he wouldn't be concerned a single bit about the others, the glances only making him grin further. he enjoyed showing off the relationship you had. he'd be pretty excited once the meeting ended, the grin never leaving his features, though softening into a smile once he approached you. 'you made it pretty hard for me to concentrate in there.. that was an important meeting,' he teased, arms wrapping around you once more to pull you closer; if you were honest, neither of you had heard a single word that was said. 'i'm not complaining, though,' he'd chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. he was just happy to have someone who was so open to show him affection.

❥ dottore.

as annoyed as he'd be, he'd also be curious. were you testing him? were you crazy? had you.. taken something? he'd really be at a loss, especially as someone who wasn't exactly one for public displays of affection - meeting or otherwise. he would view your actions as a distraction and wonder just what kind of statement you were trying to make. 'this better be worth the interruption,' he muttered, adjusting his posture to accommodate you, shifting his focus back to the meeting. he would occasionally glance to you, jaw clenching as he tried figuring you out. once the meeting was over and you dismissed yourself, only to be closely followed by him. 'what exactly were you trying to achieve?' he asked, hand taking hold of your jaw to lift your head, though his touch wasn't as rough as you expected it to be. you only blinked and shook your head. there was a shift to his usual demeanor, something a little softer, letting you know he wasn't as displeased as you thought. 'you should know better than to disrupt my focus,' he added, leaning closer to you, eyes searching your own, 'you truly are a strange little creature..'

❥ arlecchino.

she would spare you a glance, expression unreadable as it always was. you taking a place on her lap wouldn't cause even the slightest of budge to her composed nature - you would have to do a lot more for that to happen. she does, however, rest a possessive hand on your hip, making sure to keep you close. there would be no open acknowledgement of your actions but she would make sure you were comfortable, attention never leaving the meeting. all you really needed though were her actions; the quiet protectiveness, even in such a formal place. once the meeting ended, you wouldn't be leaving your spot, held steady by her. she would wait for everyone to leave before speaking, 'that was quite bold,' she spoke quietly, a hint of approval to her tone, 'but you should know others may not be so understanding.' as she spoke, she got closer to your ear, offering your hip a gentle squeeze. arle knew very well how to stake her claim and the last thing she needed was for someone to misunderstand your easy show of affection.

❥ columbina.

like childe, she would have no issues with your gesture, even allowed a soft smile to grace her features. the two of you were known to play your little games and would see this as a simple, easy thing on your part. there would be no words but a soft hum of acknowledgement in the back of her throat. columbina would have no concerns when it came to the others, her attention easily balanced between the meeting and your presence. as she listened, she may let her arms loosely rest around you, head resting on your shoulder. once the meeting ended, she'd just tilt her head to nose gently at your shoulder. 'could you not have waited until after the meeting?' she mused, tone light. she wasn't one to make a big deal of anything, being considerably nonchalant about most things, brushing them off. 'next time, let's save the affection for when we're alone, yes?' she wasn't upset or bothered at all, she enjoyed the question affection, but she preferred keeping gentle, intimate moments to be in the privacy of your rooms.

❥ pantalone.

being the master of maintaining appearances, it came as no surprise that panta would remain composed, his expression calm and pleasant. not many things managed to crack his image, even you and your risky gestures. he continued to participate in the meeting with ease, a hand sliding to settle at your lower back, pulling you closer. 'how reckless of you,' he whispered, the brief show of a smirk evident against the shell of your ear, tone amused. he would enjoy the moment, all while keeping up his perfect little facade. there would be an amused glint to his eyes as he approached you after saying his farewell to the others. 'you realize the kind of attention such actions might draw, don't you?' he questioned, his tone giving no indication of being upset or annoyed with you. 'not that i mind, of course.. it certainly keeps things interesting.' panta was aways aware of appearances and his surroundings, as well as those around him. he would never openly express displeasure with your affection to him, but he'd make sure you understood. 'just be careful, my love.. not everyone will be as forgiving.'

❥ il capitano.

words are not something capitano needs to use often, his imposing presence often speaking for him. even with a mask on, his expression wouldn't change as you silently settled onto his lap - he also knew no one else would make the mistake of saying something to him about it. he wouldn't push you away or show signs of disapproval, he would actually rest a hand on your side, adjusting to accommodate you. he isn't one for grand gestures or openly displaying affection and his hold on you simply sat as a protective claim, however, him allowing you to keep your place during such a time would speak volumes of the trust he shares with you. he would continue as if you'd always been there, his grip on you tightening and loosening upon the subject shifts of the meeting. you didn't bother to move when the meeting ended, knowing he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. once everyone was gone, he spoke, tone low and calm. 'what was all this for?' he asked, though no annoyance or accusation to his words. he was genuinely asking. you knew a head shake wasn't exactly an answer but he accepted it, watching you closely. 'just be mindful of the setting next time,' he commented, this time soft yet firm, letting you knew the actions weren't unwanted but the timing wasn't proper. he was considerably reserved in nature but he appreciated your little moments of affection.

[anantaru]

scara + mafia au + betrayal + “kill me right now then, i dare u”

(pls ignore this is it’s too much haha also hii i’ve missed uu)

w. dry humping, fem! reader, enemies to lovers, mafia au

a ghosting smirk curls at the corners of scaramouche's lips as he's got you ruthlessly draped against a table, your ass roughly pressed against his pelvis as his smirk only widens at the pitiful sight, "kill me right now, then," he spits, voice as smooth as ever, as if the weight of his own life meant nothing to him.

he tilts his head further before grinding against your wet cunt once— then repeating, twice, chuckling as you whined out a choked whimper.

he presses into the soaked material of your panties which outlined your folds and made sure to make him practically drool from his mouth, "i dare you," and for this reason, you question yourself as to how it had gotten to this point again.

you see just a few minutes ago, your hands trembled around the gun you took from him, yet he noticed you did, of course— because how couldn't he when it was so easy to triumph over you? he always noticed when you did something, after all, this skill of his was why he was a part of the dark network you originally planned to destroy.

"i've been watching you since the moment you stepped into the room," he groans and grinds rougher, as well as more passionately into your puffed out folds, the betrayal from you still fresh, raw, and yet again, it was you who held a weapon against him, although now it was him caging you against a wooden table instead, utterly pestering you with his painfully erected cock fucking tightly between your folds, yet not giving you what you desired.

scaramouche's breath came shallow when you rocked and smeared your ass back at him, his eyes tracing your back with a strange, quiet reverence— no, not reverence, something closer to confusion, how it drives him crazy that you liked this as much as he did.

because listen closely now, this feeling, okay, this unbearable pull, was not something he could outwit or manipulate— it demanded surrender, and surrender was a foreign thing to him, a concept he had always found laughable and embarrassing.

yet here you were, helping him grind against his pulsing cock, obediently rubbing your folds up and down his length as your face was a mess, pressed against a wooden table.

albeit exposing something on his face, a demeanor he had long since buried beneath charm and calculation.

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sst4rdst]

yan! SCARA whose darling is like a twitch streamer and he’s obsessed with them and donates a lot then finds out his darling has an S/O? he’d def murder the s/o I’m sure or at least think abt it but I think he’d be more upset at his darling for even *having* an s/o!

warnings : yandere themes, unhealthy relationships. author's note : i forgot to write smth here so uuuh hope u like it lol 😭

you don’t know who balladeer is.

you know of him, of course—you know the username that clings to your donation alerts like a stain, an ever-present reminder that someone, somewhere, is watching you too closely.

he’s always there, lingering just beneath the surface, an unshakable presence in the corner of your screen. silent, patient. he never says more than he needs to and never engages in idle conversation like the rest of your chat.

the others are loud, eager, fighting for your attention in a sea of meaningless words. but balladeer doesn’t fight. he doesn’t need to.

his messages come sparingly and precisely, the kind that bring the scrolling flood of chat to a halt.

and you always respond to them.

"thanks for the dono, balladeer!" you keep your voice light, keep your smile easy, because that’s what’s expected.

because it’s polite. because there’s nothing unusual about thanking someone for their generosity—except when that generosity comes in the form of hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands dumped into your account in a single night.

more than anyone should be giving. more than you deserve. it made you nervous at first. you told yourself it was nothing, that he was just some rich guy with too much money and nothing better to spend it on.

that was before you realized he was in every stream. before you realized he never missed a moment. before you noticed the way he was always watching, always waiting.

you tried to tell him once, carefully, cautiously. you even laughed a little, trying to pass it off as a joke.

"hey, balladeer, you really don’t have to donate this much."

the chat had flooded with messages with people making jokes, teasing, egging him on. they didn’t understand. they didn’t notice the way his responses were never playful, the way his presence wasn’t just another fan being overly enthusiastic.

"don’t tell me what to do."

it was the first time you’d seen him speak so bluntly. the words cut through the noise, and for a second, you could swear the air in the room turned colder. you hadn’t responded. you hadn’t known how to.

and from that moment on, you never tried to stop him again.

but he doesn’t mean to find out this way. it’s a mistake, your mistake.

he’s watching, just like always, eyes half-lidded in the dim glow of his screen, listening to your voice spill through his headphones, the familiar lull of your laughter, the way you fill the empty spaces with idle chatter.

he doesn’t need to see you to know what expression you’re making, doesn’t need to watch to know exactly how you’ll tilt your head, the way your lips will quirk when you smile.

he knows you too well. he has spent months memorizing everything about you, every habit, every inflection of your voice, every little shift in tone that betrays your mood. he knows what you sound like when you’re tired, when you’re frustrated, when you’re forcing a laugh.

and he knows when you’re nervous.

it’s subtle at first. a flicker of something uneasy in your expression, a hesitation in your words. it makes his fingers still against the desk, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

then it happens—the slip. a voice, distant but audible, something said in the background, followed by the way your entire body tenses. a name.

you laugh, too quickly, too forcefully. it’s forced, an attempt to brush past it, to smooth over the mistake before anyone notices. but he noticed. of course he did.

the air in his room turns suffocatingly still.

oh.

so that’s how it is.

he watches the way you fumble, the way you pretend nothing happened, the way your eyes flick nervously to the chat as if you’re waiting for someone to call you out on it. but you aren’t worried about the chat.

you’re worried about him. as you should be.

his screen goes dark as he slams the laptop shut, the abrupt finality of the action ringing out in the silence.

his jaw clenches, his breathing measured and slow as he leans back in his chair, fingers threading through his hair. he forces himself to exhale, to smooth over the raw edges of something ugly curling in his chest. he isn’t mad.

that would imply you had the ability to hurt him.

no, this is… disappointment. that’s what it is. disappointed that you thought you could keep something like this from him, that you had the audacity to insult him with your secrecy, as if he wouldn’t find out.

as if you weren’t already laid bare before him, every inch of your life meticulously dissected, every detail tucked neatly into the spaces he’s carved out for you in his mind.

it would be easy, wouldn’t it? to fix this.

he knows where they live. of course he does. it took him less than an hour to find out after hearing that name.

he wonders if it would be worth it, if it would be satisfying to watch the problem disappear, to see the stain of their presence erased from your life before you even had the chance to realize what was happening.

but then what?

would you cry? would you grieve? would you hate him for taking them from you?

no, no, that wouldn’t do. he doesn’t want your tears, doesn’t want you to look at him with fear in your eyes.

he wants you to understand. that’s the real problem, isn’t it? not them. you.

because you’re the one who let this happen. you’re the one who betrayed him, who laughed for someone else, who gave away pieces of yourself that were never yours to give.

you made him think you were different. you made him think you were his.

but this? this is an opportunity.

to remind you. to correct you. to break you of your foolish little delusions.

the chat pings. a new message appears on your screen, but this time, it’s a private one. from balladeer.

we need to talk.

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒06

꒰ —♡ C O R R U P T I O N ﹒ K I N K ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! archon!scara, lyney, dottore, kaeya x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! corruption obvs!!, reader wearing a collar, shibari/bondage, electrostimulation, cunnilingus + fingering, mentions of using aphrodisiac, dottore's clones involved, some name calling, praise + degradation

NOTE ! wow so early!!! (not) i can't tag some people again.... erm... anyway!!! i overused a few words here ngl—also 2 are proofread, 2 aren't. thank u all for your patience i've been so busy with school it's tiring 😭😭

[ chérie - darling, amour - love ]

event taglist— @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kanaedd @ciarchivez @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @kateybuggi @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @supercoolusernameomg @uchihaeirin @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @nothingfuninthislife @eunchaeluvr @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @zxdksimpo @kikosaidbye @bleubirdinthesky @rottmntrulesall @angelofdarkness2 @kvronushi @adeptuscharm

—ARCHON!SCARAMOUCHE

corrupting you is a piece of cake for scaramouche; it's his favorite thing to do. an adorable, obedient, little shrine maiden as his personal slut? all for himself at his mercy? sign him up. oh and of course, to make sure you take all that he gives with no resistance whatsoever—he'll make sure to tie you up one way or another. in this case, he decided to take it easy, bounding your wrists together at your back while a collar was around your neck.

"there you go~" he coos in a teasing manner, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he guides you in riding him. "feels good, hm?" all that you could do was nod and moan helplessly in response as you let him take full control over your body, "mmh, now that i'm thinking of it, you've never been fucked properly before, right?" he grins darkly as he sees you nod; it's true, he is your first after all. a whimper slips past your lips when he abruptly pulled out before situating you down onto the soft velvet sheets of the mattress, pushing your legs further down until you were practically folded in half, "this is what you call a mating press, doll~" he chuckles before slamming his cock inside you once again, pulling at the leash attached to your collar roughly, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him. "oh, don't look at me like that, darling. i might just have to fuck you harder~" and as per his words, his hips began to sharply buck against yours as he observed each and every one of your moans, from the quiet ones to the loud ones that ripped through your throat and making your voice crack out of pure pleasure. not even a minute later, you squirt around his cock whilst it was still thrusting in and out of you at a quick and rough pace, "so adorable~" a scream was drawn from you as his fingers went down to your clit to unexpectedly send a short, weak zap of electro as a way to stimulate you further. "oh come on, i know you like that~ you're just a shy little slut waiting for the right man to break you apart, huh? well... luckily for you, your god himself will be the one ruining you real good~"

—LYNEY SNEZHEVICH

hear me out... soft dom lyney teaching you the ways of romance through intense intimacy and pushing your limits. :3 stimulating you with endless, overwhelming pleasure!!

"can you do one more for me, chérie~?" lyney's fingers and mouth have been skillfully dealing with you for a while now; digits thrusting inside you as they hit all the perfect spots so delicately, his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, gently licking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. you let out whimpers as he continued just that, "you've already came for me so many times, hehe~ a reward should be granted, yes?" before you could protest and say anything at all, he stands up from where he was kneeling and pulls you by the thighs towards the edge of the bed, "mmh~ your sweet fluids are all over your thighs now..." he frowns, "...let me fix that and fill you up with my own cum, hmm~?" without another warning, he easily slides his cock inside your warmth, letting out a small moan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. "feels so good, amour~" he teases as his eyes were fixated on your reactions—body shaking as your lips were parted, gasping for air, moaning and whimpering softly as he started a gentle pace that slowly increased in intensity. "oh, that fucked out look on your face looks so innocent... yet so dirty at the same time~"

—IL DOTTORE

oh, the doctor, experimenting once again, like always! now... who's the best test subject for a rather "intimate" one? of course, his innocent lover.

"how do you feel, my pet?" he says and pats your head gently like how he would to a dog. his thrusts within your cunt were slow and deep, deliciously stretching you out with each snap of his hips, "i knew it... your tough demeanor earlier was nothing but a thin shield. you really thought you could resist me?" he lets out a small laugh, mocking you, "you're just a weak girl on the inside, waiting for someone to tear her pride and dignity to shreds~" he chuckles darkly and reaches forward to fondle at your breasts delicately, "i can't wait to slowly break you apart~" suddenly, he snaps his hips forward as the pace of his thrusts increases, along with the force he was putting in it, constantly hitting your g-spot perfectly. "hah~ that aphrodisiac must be kicking in by now, no? you already look so fucked out and i can feel you getting wetter by the second." he says in a teasing manner, spreading your legs further apart with the help of his clones to hold you down as some of them were touching your cheek delicately, your neck, and your breasts. dottore's hand that was fondling you going down to grip on your hips to steady his rough pace, "focus on me, darling. focus on who's fucking you~" all of that was enough to send you over the edge as you cum hard, walls contracting around his cock that was still busy abusing your pussy, using it as roughly as he always wanted to. "i'm gonna turn you into the sluttiest whore ever~"

—KAEYA ALBERICH

oh... this sly, flirty, smooth talking cavalry captain. he always thought your pure and innocent nature was so adorable, it was his favorite trait of yours. he thinks he's so lucky to have that same girl bent over his desk, begging for more of his rough loving.

"whore." kaeya spat out, thrusting hard inside your cunt from behind as his hand firmly grips at your ass, spanking it. "look at you... moaning all for me, begging for my cock. you that addicted already, huh?" you nod, "good." he smirks mischievously as you let out a lewd scream the moment the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot delightfully, again and again, driving you insane and making your body jolt with each buck of his hips. "fuck—you're too good~ come on, beg me some more. beg me to fuck you senseless~" with a rough thrust forward, it hits a deep part of you that had you cum undone for the umpteenth time. "oh?" kaeya sighs softly, "how am i gonna make you beg when all that's slipping out of your pretty lips are lewd moans and mumbles? hmm~?" he say in a teasing way, "fine then, just keep moaning for me, 'kay~?" his fingers find their way to your clit, pleasuring you further by rubbing it in a way that matched the pace of his thrusts; his other hand making its way up to wrap his long fingers around the back of your neck, holding you down, cheek pressed flat against the cold wood of the table. "even without saying a word, i know all you want right now is for me to fuck you~ just be a good girl and take it all, and i'll keep giving you more~"

[starzoutlet]

Beyond The Game

6. Heart Broken Girls Bond

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Later

You nervously entered the café, the comforting scent of roasted coffee beans doing little to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Your heart raced as your eyes scanned the room. There she was, sitting by the window with sunlight streaming onto her flawless face. Mona Megistus. She turned her head, catching your gaze.

“Hey! It’s—nice to see you again!” you stammered, sliding into the seat across from her.

“It’s nice to see you again too!” she replied, her voice bright and warm, like the first rays of morning light. “Since we never got to introduce ourselves properly, I’m Mona Megistus!” Her smile lit up the room, radiant as the brightest star.

You couldn’t help but admire her for a moment. She was pretty—very pretty, in that effortlessly captivating way.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally managed, returning her smile.

The waitress arrived with your drinks, setting them down on the small table. You wrapped your hands around the warm coffee cup, taking a cautious sip. Around you, the café hummed with soft conversations, the occasional clink of cups creating an oddly satisfying symphony. It was comforting—almost enough to make you forget how nervous you were.

Mona broke the silence. “So, I’m guessing you dated Kuni too, huh?” she asked casually, sipping her latte as if she hadn’t just dropped a conversational bomb.

You nearly choked on your coffee, sputtering. “Huh? No, no, we never dated!”

She raised an elegant eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you two acting so... weird at the meet-up?”

You sighed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Well...” You hesitated, but Mona’s expectant gaze prompted you to continue. “I had started competing around the same time Scara had made a name for himself. At first, he was my biggest inspiration, but then... he became my biggest rival. Somewhere along the way, I developed this stupid crush on him.”

Her lips quirked upward in an amused smile, but she stayed silent, letting you continue.

“I thought the rivalry was just for the media, you know? But then I overheard him talking about me once. He said I was clingy, annoying, and pathetic. I just... I don’t know what to do anymore.” The words spilled out of you in a rush, as if finally sharing them might lighten the weight in your chest.

Mona listened intently, nodding along. When you finished, you dropped your head onto the table, groaning in frustration.

To your surprise, she giggled.

You lifted your head to glare at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “It’s just—you sound exactly like me when Kuni and I broke up.”

You froze, the pieces clicking into place. Mona Megistus, rumored to be Scaramouche’s ex-girlfriend. And here you were, pouring your heart out about your crush on her ex.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—” you began, mortified.

But she waved you off, smiling. “It’s fine. That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you. Kunikuzushi isn’t exactly... easy to understand. I thought maybe we could bond over that.” Her gaze softened as she looked out the window.

“Well,” you said, attempting an awkward smile, “we can still be two heartbroken girls. And friends.”

Mona’s smile returned, brighter this time. “Look, Y/N, Scaramouche doesn’t always mean what he says. He’s... complicated. But if you want my advice, make him want you, not the other way around.” She shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “But of course we can be friends!”

Before you could respond, she stood and paid for both your drinks. Then, grabbing your hand, she pulled you toward the door.

“Where are we going?” you asked, struggling to keep up with her pace.

She stopped abruptly outside and pointed ahead. The annual fair was in full swing, the setting sun casting a warm golden glow over the colorful booths and rides.

“We’re going to have some fun,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You barely had time to process before she was dragging you into the fairgrounds.

The next few hours passed in a blur of laughter and excitement. Mona was a whirlwind of energy, pulling you from booth to booth. You shared cotton candy, the sugary treat melting on your tongue, and challenged each other to win plush toys at the carnival games. Mona won a small, stuffed star, which she immediately handed to you with a triumphant grin.

The rides came next. The two of you screamed your lungs out on the rollercoaster, clung to each other during the haunted house, and laughed until your stomachs hurt on the spinning teacups.

Finally, as the night deepened, you both made your way to the ferris wheel. The line wasn’t long, and soon you were seated in one of the gondolas, slowly ascending above the fairgrounds.

The view was breathtaking. The fair’s bright lights twinkled like a sea of stars below you, and the distant city skyline shimmered against the dark sky.

“Wow,” Mona breathed, leaning forward to take it all in.

“Yeah,” you agreed, unable to take your eyes off the scene.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the gentle sway of the ferris wheel lulling you into a sense of peace. Then Mona turned to you, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” she said softly. “I think... I really needed this.”

You smiled at her, warmth spreading through your chest. “Me too. Thanks for taking me out, Mona.”

The ride ended too soon, and the two of you walked out of the fairgrounds together. The cool night air was refreshing after the excitement of the evening.

“Let me know when you’re free again, okay?” Mona said, waving as she started walking in the opposite direction.

“Will do! Bye!” you called after her.

As you made your way home, you pulled out your phone and opened Instagram. Scrolling through the pictures you’d taken throughout the night, you smiled and posted a few of the best ones with a caption: Best night in a while. Thanks, Mona!

For the first time in what felt like forever, the ache in your chest felt just a little lighter.

Scaramouche leaned back in his chair, the glow of his phone casting long shadows in the dim room. His thumb scrolled absentmindedly through Instagram until something caught his attention.

Your latest post.

He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he opened it. There you were, smiling so brightly it almost hurt to look at. The caption read: Had so much fun today at the fair with @Megistus.Mona

His jaw tightened as his thumb swiped through the photos. The first one showed you and Mona laughing over some cotton candy, her arm casually draped over your shoulder. The next was a shot of the two of you mid-scream on a rollercoaster, faces flushed with pure exhilaration. And the last—a picture of you on the ferris wheel, gazing out at the city lights with a soft, serene smile.

That smile made something twist in his chest, and he hated it.

Scaramouche tossed his phone onto the desk with more force than necessary, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Of all people,” he muttered under his breath. “Why Mona?”

It wasn’t a surprise, not really. Mona had a knack for inserting herself into situations where she didn’t belong, always making herself the center of attention. But this? This felt deliberate.

He stood abruptly, pacing the room as his thoughts spiraled. He couldn’t ignore the fact that Mona must have known how he felt about you. It wasn’t like he’d ever said it out loud—he’d never be that stupid—but he wasn’t blind to how obvious he must have been.

The way he always watched you out of the corner of his eye, even when he pretended not to care. The way his words always came out sharper around you, as if he could push you away before you got too close. It was his defense, his armor.

He’d never let himself be soft around you. He couldn’t. Being kind, letting his guard down—it would only leave him vulnerable. And vulnerability was something Scaramouche refused to allow, not even for you.

Especially not for you.

He scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. You probably thought he hated you. Maybe you even hated him back, and why wouldn’t you? He went out of his way to be rude, to keep you at arm’s length. It was easier that way, safer.

But now, seeing you with Mona—the warmth in your smile, the way you seemed so at ease—it struck a nerve he didn’t even know he had.

You looked happy without him. Too happy.

Scaramouche stopped pacing, his gaze flicking back to the phone on his desk. The screen had gone dark, but the images from your post were burned into his mind. Mona’s arm around you, the two of you laughing together.

It was infuriating.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as jealousy and frustration swirled in his chest. He hated Mona for doing this, for knowing exactly how to get under his skin. But more than that, he hated himself—for caring so much.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, the word cutting and self-directed.

But even as he said it, the familiar spark of defiance flared within him. Scaramouche wasn’t the type to sit back and let things play out. If Mona thought she could swoop in and take what wasn’t hers, she had another thing coming.

He picked up his phone again, his thumb hovering over your post. He stared at your smile, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“You think you’re so clever, Mona,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and venomous. “But two can play this game.”

And as for you? He wasn’t about to let you forget him. No matter how much you smiled at Mona, no matter how happy you seemed without him, Scaramouche wasn’t going to let himself fade into the background.

He smirked to himself, cold and calculating. If he couldn’t let himself be kind to you, he’d make sure you couldn’t ignore him, either.

Letting out a low chuckle, he leaned back in his chair, the spark of a plan already forming in his mind. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, but one thing was certain: He wouldn’t let Mona hurt you like she hurt him.

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Could I request a smutty dom!scara with a nervous reader I love him too muchh 😭😭🫶

Thank you ❤️❤️

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Taunting. Some Degradation. Writing Dom!Scara is my favorite. Dom!Scara is just..mmm..🤤

Scaramouche's eyes were focused intently on you. Reaching a hand out, he trailed his fingers down your throat, and between your breasts. Letting out a needy sigh of anticipation, he smirked when you starting shaking a little.

"Aww, you are nervous," He purred in a manner that sounded like he was taunting you. He put his hand on your cheek. "Don't be nervous," He cupped your jaw, "Just do as I say, and I'll take good care of you."

You nodded, shivering as a blush dusted your cheeks. He tapped his fingers against your jaw, leaning down so that his lips hovered over yours. "Tell me how much you want me?" He commanded, nearly making you moan out loud.

You took a breath to steady your hammering heart in your chest. "I want you, Scara. I want you so badly," The smug smirk on his face widened when your voice trembled. But it wasn't so much out of nervousness.

It was out of arousal.

Scaramouche laughed softly, sweeping his tongue out to lick your lips. "See how easy that was? Now doesn't it make you feel better to say that?"

Of course, if you ever felt too nervous and told him to stop, he would. Instantly. As much as he wanted to see you cave and fall apart screaming for him in pleasure, if you weren't enjoying yourself, then he wasn't either.

He licked at your lips again. "Spread your legs," His domineering tone sent a shiver up your spine, rocketing right down to your now throbbing clit. Nodding, you did as you were told without hesitation that made his cock harder than already was.

Your submission to him was always intoxicating. Exhilarating.

Groaning with need, Scaramouche licked a line from your lips down to your throat. You breathed out a shaky sigh when you felt him part the lips of your cunt. His fingers felt teasing, barely brushing over your clit just to see you tense up in anticipation of the pleasure his fingers promised. You rolled your hips up into his fingers, earning a rewarding rub on your clit.

"Good girl," He purred, using his thumb to further stimulate your clit. He couldn't get enough of the way you were starting to mewl. "You just grind your cunt into my fingers while I stuff your hole full of them."

You gasped loudly in pleasure, a single finger suddenly parted your walls, hooking up against your sweet spot. Blushing, you looked away shyly as you rocked your hips up.

"You keep those pretty eyes on me," He commanded, turning your head so that you were looking at him. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, withdrawing it to flick your clit occasionally. Your thighs muscles trembled, your hand going to grip the sheets.

"Tell me how many fingers you want, slut," He swirled his finger inside of you, licking his lips when he felt your walls started to flutter to clamp around his finger.

"Two. Two fingers, please," You moaned, writhing on the bed eagerly. His finger was nudging against your sweet spot consistently, making your whole body hum with pleasure.

"Oh? Two fingers? Is that all?" Scaramouche cooed darkly. He abruptly pushed two more fingers inside of you, one more that you had so sweetly pleaded for. You choked out a moan, bucking your hips up.

Scaramouche increased the pace of his fingers, scissoring your walls apart as he hooked his fingers against your sweet spot over, and over, and over again. You couldn't hold back your moans. He enjoyed how utterly desperate and sweet they sounded.

"What a slut. I knew three fingers was what you really wanted," His hand left your jaw, coming down to grope and pinch your nipples. He rolled them to harden between his fingers. The doubled stimulation made you start to drool from the pleasure.

Scaramouche wanted more than anything to show you that you could trust and submit to him. You looked like an absolute vision. "That's my good girl. Fuck your greedy cunt onto my fingers," His fingers were squelching in and out of you, curling your orgasm to build up in your core.

You couldn't find coherent words. The only thing you could do was moaning lewdly in bliss. He could see the words dying on your lips. "Hmm? I can't hear you. Are you trying to tell me you want to cum?" He cooed, stopping all motion of his fingers just to see your eyes flood with desperation.

The way you cried out in protest, grabbing his wrist in an attempt to guide his fingers back inside of you almost made him cum untouched. Gritting his teeth, he grasped your jaw again. "You.." He hissed, did you have any idea how bad he wanted you. His cock was aching to be buried inside of you. "Beg me to cum on my cock."

Something snapped in Scaramouche then. With a loud, husky groan, he roughly thrust his cock inside of you. He bottomed out inside of you all at once. The way your cunt clenched tight on his cock made his whole body shudder with pleasure.

Leaning down, he swallowed your moans with a kiss, dominating your mouth with his tongue. "Beg for me," He sucked on your tongue. "Cry for me," He bit your lips. "Scream for me," He thrusts were greedy, consumed by the pleasure of fucking you.

"Scara! Scara! Please!" You cried out, wrapping your arms around him. Your fingernails scratched along his back, feeling breathless from his intense pace. One hand held your thigh apart so he could watch his cock disappearing in and out of you.

"That's it, dig your fingernails into my skin," He groaned, trembling from how strongly his cock throbbed inside of you.

His fingers were bruising marks of possession that you gladly let him sink into your skin. His tongue swept out to lick the tears of pleasure that blurred and fell from your eyes. "Please? Can I cum, please?!" You pleaded. "Cum inside of me!"

That was all he needed to hear. Scaramouche's thrusts turned more aggressive, driven with the need to feel you cream on his cock. He could feel you were close.

He dropped his head down to your neck, licking at your throat. "Cum for me," He commanded, sinking his teeth into your flesh.

Your back arched off the bed in pleasure, your hand flying up to the back of his head to press his mouth against your neck. He teeth gnashed and grinded against the fold of skin in his mouth, sucking a passionate bruise next to your throat.

It was a command that your body refused to disobey.

His name tore from your throat in a scream before you squirted on his cock, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. "Fuck how are you still so tight?" He hissed, letting out a husky moan as his cum ribboned inside of you.

Scaramouche moaned into your mouth as he kissed you again. "Don't think we are done. I'm never satisfied until I have made you cum screaming again." His hips continued to snap persistently into yours, driving his cock as deep inside of you as it could go.

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Ah, writing this made me feel so much better. Thank you so much for requesting this.

[0yuri-chan0]

Long Ways Away

I've haven't been posting a lot. But I have a Ao3 account! And I've been cross-posting some of my fics on here to there. But I made a Scaramouche fic on my Ao3 account and I wanted to post it here! Enjoy!!!

Paring - Top! Scaramouche x Fem Reader

Warnings - Cream pie, Vagina fingering, Chocking.

Genre - Smut!

The sixth harbinger was know as a very cold, and arrogant man. Some of his underlings would even describe him as egotistical, self-serving, and inconsiderate. Of course they'll never tell him that to his face ever.

But away from his office and his title as sixth harbinger. His name is just Scaramouche your very hot headed boyfriend.

It was finally the day you came home from fontaine. It was a two week traveling period while the other week was dedicated to the quest. You've always enjoyed helping others out who needed it but this month took a toll on your body. While you were away stress began to speep into your muscles. All you wanted to go was go home and cuddle up to your boyfriend.

You smiled as you opened the door to your house. The familiarity of the interior of the house caused your shoulders drop. The relaxing scent of lavender and pine filled your nostrils quickly. You had to hand it to Scaramouche he kept the house neat and tidy while you where gone. Setting your bag down and placing your shoes on the rack; you finally walked into the living room.

"Scaramouche?"

Your voice echoed through the home. Without a answer your feet led you into the kitchen to find no-one there. You shrugged and grabbed a apple off the counter and took a bite. When your teeth sunk into the apple you felt hands wrap around your waist causing you to jump.

"I'm surprised you're still alive."

A smile appeared on your face as you turned around and looked at him. Naturally your arms wrapped around him. The embrace lasted two minutes before he pulled away and looked at your face in annoyance.

"Did you climb out of a coffin? You look horrible."

He brought his and up and flicked you swiftly on the forehead with a glare.

"I'm so glad you missed me, Scara."

"Don't mistake my observation for affection."

"Just say you've missed me."

With that sentence he shut his mouth and locked eyes with you. Irritated being called out he sighed in defeat.

"I've missed you."

A satisfying feeling washed over your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him the apple you were eating obviously long forgotten. Getting the hint Scaramouche grabbed your waist and chased after your lips. The kiss was desperate. So much desire was put into the kiss your knees started to feel weak. He disconnected the kiss but he didn't go very far his lips hovering over yours. You could feel his hot breath hit your lips as he spoke.

"Bedroom."

It was one simple word but man it made you feel as if you had to obey. Lips connecting for the second time while navigating to the your shared bedroom was supposed to be a easy task or so you thought. Bumping into wall while trying to take of Scaramouche shirt was difficult. His hands ran and explored your body. You forgot how much you missed the feeling of his hands run down your waist. feeling every part of your body; groping your ass while his tongue explored your mouth.

Finally making it to the bed room Scaramouche turned and pushed you backwards knees hitting the bed frame making you fall and land on the bed. He finally got onto the bed crawling over you. Getting comfortable in his position, his hands ran up and down your sides as he stared sucking and kissing your neck. "You've missed me haven't you?"

He spoke in a demanding tone. His teeth sunk into your neck leaving bruises and bite marks. A moan escaped your lips head nodding vigorously. A sadist laugh left him as he brought his hand up to squeeze your breast.

"I've bet you've been touching yourself, Yeah?"

Its true you've missed him since you've been in Fontaine and yes. You might had touched yourself but couldn't completely get off. Not without him you needed his fingers they had always hit the right places yours just couldn't. Leaving you sexually frustrated with yourself. Leaving you wonder if you should had invested in a vibrator. But of course Scaramouche would tease you to no wits end and most likely use it as some sort of punishment. Then blame you for buying it so of course you wouldn't buy one. So you couldn't let him know you've been touching yourself. Not a chance in hell.

"N-No I've been good."

You sucked in a breath as his hand slid down to the waist band of your panties. His hand playing with the material. He knew you wanted something to fill you up. But quite like every time you lied; he knew. The universe was really against you, wasn't it? His tongue clicked when he looked down at you.

"So my little whore is going to lie to me. Haven't I trained you better?"

You nodded remember all the times he's punished you for your disobedience. Quickly you felt the slick in between your legs worsening. He could see your panties get worse with arousal. A soft whine escaped your lips as he smiled down at you. His fingers lifted the waist band of your panties up and let the material snap back down hitting your skin. Your hips jumped up as your eyes locked into his.

"Answer the question."

His voice was sadistic and raspy. A gasped escape your lips as he placed his hand over your throat and lightly squeezed. "Yes, Yes... I touched myself Scara please.." You whined.

He really was unbearable when he pressed his covered cock against your clothed pussy and started grinding. The shock of pleasure ran through your body. Throwing your head back and groaning. But that wasn't enough you needed more. Lifting your hips to get more friction only to be held down on the mattress by Scaramouche.

"Please... Please."

Waiting was unbearable as tears pricked in your eyes.

"Please what? I don't know what you're asking for. Use your words."

Another whine louder this time escape your throat as you looked up at him.

"Touch me."

He laughed amused ripping off your underwear and finally giving you what you really need. He entered a digit into your tight cunt. Back arching off the bed hands grabbing onto the sheets underneath you for purchase. It was like you haven't been fuck in two years. "H-Huh uh.. Just like that.." Letting out a breathy sentence.

"Oh fucks sakes, You're so tight."

He added another finger curling them to hit all the right spots. It was like he knew every single one of your sensitive parts by heart. His fingers constantly moving in and out of your pussy at a steady rate. Finally taking his fingers out and spitting onto them. Already knowing what he was doing you opened your mouth as he stuck his fingers inside. With his other hand he pulled off his pants and underwear and plunged inside you without warning.

A muffled scream came from your mouth. Scaramouche three fingers still very much inside your mouth as your tongue swirled around them. He didn't take a minute for you to adjust he slammed into you like a damn train and kept going. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head already and he had just stared. His hips snapped harshly against yours.

"This is what you wanted, yeah? Fucking whore."

Your brain was failing you. Sentences wouldn't come out coherently. His breath hit your ear when he leaned down. Hearing his grunts and groans was music to your ears. Clamping down on his cock you felt him twitch.

"Just like that, I'm gonna cum."

Nodding your head and grabbed onto his biceps.

"Please, please... Mhf- Holy Archo-..ns"

The heat that pooled into your stomach was ready to release. As soon as you cam He did as well. He didn't even stop. His hand wrapped around your throat once more and squeezed. His cum getting stuffed back inside you while getting mixed in with yours. His thrust where mind numbing. Your pussy clenched even harder as you were getting sensitive. Hitting his shoulder to indicate that.

"Scaramouche! Can't- No more."

"Give me one more. I know you can do it."

He brought his lips to yours as he kissed you once more. You felt your second orgasm hit like a wave. Without muttering anything you came again. His thrust where turning sloppy and uneven trying to chase his own oragasm. A few minutes after yours his hit finally ending your suffering.

He dropped down next to you and started to catch his breath while you did the same.

"Are you okay?"

"Never been better..."

You breathed trying to catch your breath. He smiled at your response and grabbed your waist to bring you closer to him. Covering the both of you with a blanket while your head rested on his chest. Slowly His fingers started drawing circles on your bare back. Scaramouche leaned in once he saw your eyes closed and whispered.

"I missed you." He spoke softly as he kissed your forehead.

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[yureismellslikefanfic]

smothering scara with thighs after hes had a rough day🙏 PLSS can be fluff or smut idc

Alright then :)

A/N: I just realized I didn't include much smothering of thighs 0.0

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (Fluff, suggestive)

Scaramouche had a tough day at work. He had to take matters into his own hands, as the Fatui he had assigned a rather easy task did not accomplish it.

They were supposed to steal borrow materials from traders in Liyue, but somehow, Traveler managed to stop them, defeating all but one Fatui agent.

The Fatui agent felt the wrath of the Balladeer that day.

Scaramouche's head is now resting on your thighs as your fingers brush through his hair gently.

His eyes are closed as he relaxes for the first time today.

It's as if he remembered something or a lightbulb went off in his head, because he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"You want me to relax, right?"

You nod your head, curious of where this is going.

"Of course I do." You say this so tenderly if makes Scaramouche smile slightly.

"I know a way I can relax." He says slyly as his fingers trail their way up to your waist.

"Can I..?" You only nod in response, you don't want to embarrass yourself by stuttering.

And so, Scaramouche starts his tactic to relax.

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[dead-boys-club]

†  do you love me? : the fatui.

❥ scenario: their mute s/o asking if they love them. ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested. [ my pending isn't updated, it's a liar. ]

you had thought over it for a while, curious as to where you actually stood with your lover, no.. partner? did they love you? as your curiosity grew to a sickening need for an answer, you decided to write your question down, small and neat; 'do you love me?' before approaching to hand the paper off.

❥ la signora.

as she took the paper from you, you'd be unable to read her expression, something that was awfully common. you couldn't help but become slightly anxious as a few moments of silence went by, giving her the time to process the question. you had learned that signora was a very complex someone, someone who was guarded and difficult to read, but you had grown to understand those things about her. when she finally looked to you, there was a warmth in her gave and she set the paper down, now folded in half. she wouldn't have much to say, a simple 'yes' being whispered, full of sincerity and adoration for you, even if her expression didn't match. she reached out to cup your cheeks, the touch tender with her gloved hands, and she leaned to press a kiss to your forehead. it wasn't easy for her to express how she felt but she would never allow you to live with doubts on how she felt for you.

❥ scaramouche.

unlike signora, scara's response would be heavily complicated. he would be reluctant to take the paper to begin with, his expression immediately showing discomfort and clear distaste. love had never been something that worked out for him very well, nor did he understand it as much as others - love was one of the reasons his life had been filled with betrayal and manipulation. he was wary of emotions to begin with but love held a different kind of weight - it was almost like the word alone left a bitter taste at the back of his throat. he would quickly narrow his sharp eyes, masking the vulnerability with agitation. 'what kind of stupid question is this?' it would have hurt you had their been any malice to his tone. even as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it away, you could see some type of softness slipping through the cracks. it would take time but after a few minutes, he'd glance to you, gaze softening slightly. 'i don't know,' he admitted, voice quiet as he decided to be honest, 'i don't know if that's something i'm capable of but.. i don't hate you, if that's what you're worried about.' for scara, that was the closest thing to a confession you'd be getting and you understood and accepted that. besides.. he was a lot better with his actions than his words, even if he didn't realize.

❥ childe.

childe is always happy to accept your notes, be it during full conversations, asking him about missions, and so forth. with that happy expectation, he took the paper, only to falter briefly before a warm smile formed. 'of course i do,' he answered without hesitation. he'd wave the little piece of paper between two fingers before setting it down, 'this is a silly question.' he wasn't being demeaning, just pointing out what he thought - hoped - was obvious to you. his arms would find their way around you, hugging you close to lift you off your feet with a soft chuckle. 'why would you even feel the need to ask that?' childe had always done everything in his power to make sure his love was open and honest, being hidden from no one because he never wanted you to doubt him. he would actually wonder if he'd done something wrong that lead you to asking but it would be put on the back burner for later. 'you're one of the most important people in my life,' he whispered as he set you down, pressing a kiss right below your ear, 'and, i'll always love you.'

❥ dottore.

you knew such a question could leave you with an aching heart but you'd prepared yourself before hand, knowing the day you agreed to be the doctor's lover, it may not be in such a manner. as he took the paper from you, he read over it with an impassive expression, which you'd expected nothing less. minutes passed as he worked through your question. love was not something dottore considered valuable - emotions, in general, were considered a hindrance to him. love, most of all, was the worst there was. the paper was set down without an answer as he returned to his work, leaving you lost and hurt, despite knowing this would be the outcome. you began to turn on your heel to leave when he glanced to you. 'love is a trivial thing,' he said coldly, almost bitter. 'it's a distraction and a weakness.' you stopped yourself from frowning. contrasting his words, as you looked closely at him, you found something - a hint of conflict that told you there was more he wasn't willing to acknowledge. dottore never was one to answer things directly but his actions - his way of keeping you close, keeping you safe and granting you attention in ways no one else was allowed - that was enough, you decided.

❥ arlecchino.

she would take the paper from you and take no time in reading it, her expression calm. she isn't brought to emotional response easily - you were sure you'd never seen her flustered. she set the paper down with a thoughtful hum before looking at you, her gaze gentle. 'love isn't something i give easily or take lightly,' she answered, steady and serious, 'but if i didn't care for you deeply, you would not be here.' in another of situation or context, you'd have taken the words as a threat but instead, they calmed any frayed nerves. arle's way of showing how she feels is protective and pragmatic, something that doesn't rely on cheap words. she wouldn't give flowery words or pointless gestures - but she would make sure you felt valued in your relationship. 'yes, i do.' she finally admitted, her tone leaving no room for doubt, even as she turned away from you. 'you are mine, and i protect what's mine.'

❥ columbina.

immediately going off of your facial expression, she knew she didn't need to read the paper to know the type of question you had, a gentle, knowing smile forming. columbina is the most attuned to emotions, her own and others, especially yours. she would quickly be able to feel the vulnerability and doubt behind your written word. without hesitation, she collected your hand in her own, making sure to hold your gaze. 'yes,' she said easily, 'i love you more than words will ever be able to express.' columbina leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. 'you needn't doubt that,' she whispered, letting your hand go only to pull you into a hug, her eyes closing, 'i always will, beloved.' her love was soft, open and nurturing, a presence that never ceased and you almost felt guilty for doubting her. she had done her best to make sure you felt cherished and adored and she would continue to do so.

❥ pantalone.

he wouldn't question why you were suddenly handing him paper but he would be curious, eyes shining with interest as he read the question. panta is a man who sees emotions as secondary to his ambitions and goals, especially with his wealth and power. however, he wouldn't hesitate to admit that you, are different. this may be something that lead you to thinking you were more of a possession than a lover - he would be smart enough to figure out where the doubt blossomed from. folding the paper neatly, he set it down and let a thoughtful smile show, turning his attention to you. 'love, like any valuable asset, is not something i take lightly,' he began, head tilting slightly, 'but you, my dear.. are more precious than anything to me.' reaching out to you, his fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheek. 'yes,' he answered directly, 'i love you, and i will make sure you never doubt that again.' like the others, panta's love is often expressed through actions - keeping you comfortable and safe, your happiness being of utmost importance to him.

❥ il capitano.

he would take the paper without a second thought, reading the words slowly and feeling the weight of them. it would take him a moment to find how to answer, knowing if he was careless, it would bring you unnecessary hurt. love has never been something capitano was accustomed to, not when his life was outlined and defined by duty, loyalty and the cold fate of a soldier. he briefly wondered if love was something he could feel or understand. would he know if he was in love? after what seemed like an eternity, he would slowly set the paper down and look to you, speaking just as careful. 'love is a concept i have little experience with,' he began, his tone apologetic, 'i do care for you, deepy.. your wellbeing, your happiness. i want to keep you safe.' his answer would be straightforward, almost as though he was searching through his own words. he wished he could use the same pretty, poetic words he'd heard in passing, but that wasn't possible. 'if that is love,' he nodded slowly, 'then, yes, i do love you.' he wouldn't be as confident in those words as he wanted to be but he felt as thought it was as close to what you wanted to hear as he could get.

[ariicandy]

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴 !?

About ; Genshin boys on who will match with you for Halloween!! 👻👻

Chars ; Heizou, Venti, && Scara !!

A/n ; 2nd halloween fic!! Having no motivation to do this sorry if it lacks the way i wanted to put it, honestly had no clue what to do for the costumes (｡•́︿•̀｡)

★☆﹒HEIZOU will read through you and automatically say “I’ll match with u for halloween!! What did u have in mind?” You guys will have an entire list on what you guys can match on in just 2 hours! Only the difficult part is choosing..

★☆﹒You will either end up doing matching detective & assistant costumes! You guys fit perfectly together and would 100% pretend both of you are trying to “solve” something. That something is having the most candy at the end of the day & how many comments you guys get!

★☆﹒Will swap some candys that you don’t like he likes with ones he doesn’t!! Will be eating it walking around to last the whole night with you comparing how much candy you both got and possibly watching a horror movie to end the day

★☆﹒VENTI will be the one asking you to match, going up to you, giving you that cheesy smile of his asking you something. With u agreeing, he said of possible doing doing those food costumes. But you guys agreed being a dinosaur or alien, mainly you guys will be having fun with kids

★☆﹒You guys playfully start hitting each other seeing people getting the attention of 2 dinosaurs/aliens fighting is funny and silly. Hearing the children laugh also made you both laugh from how silly you guys must be!

★☆﹒Venti went into diluc’s tavern as a dinosaur and made the whole tavern laugh just from some random dinosaur casually walking into the tavern as nothing like a normal person. But how will venti take his drink if he can’t even properly grab anything?? Guess he has to wait for that another time after Halloween. Right now he will be eating candy there and making scary stories to keep you guys entertained!!

★☆﹒SCARA would not even ask cause he thinks it’s silly, only weird people do it. So you expect him to back down on it when you ask to match. After practically begging him and owning to not bother him for 2 weeks he finally agreed!! ONLY he says something good atleast that will match both you well. Y’all were the pretty matching costumes people 100%

★☆﹒settling for something a bit simple on doing joker and Harley Quinn costumes! Scara as usual complained on how basic this costume was BUT he also didn’t have an idea cause he was planning on doing nothing. Having the best looks with you got people complementing you both a lot saying you both look amazing and how awesome you both are together.

★☆﹒Scaring kids was fun for scara cause it was super easy for him to be scary cause he’s a villain, he can simply act like one. Tho he tries to not take it so far just a face look meant to scare them. He also stole a bit of candy from some kid by quickly picking up a candy bar from the overfilled bucket of the kid, he obviously didn’t share of course.

Forgive me if they are ooc, been having no motivation and forced myself to finish this (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[sst4rdst]

synopsis : modern au scaramouche places nicotine patches on you so you would get addicted to him. pairing : yan scara x reader (no gendered pronouns used for reader) warnings : yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, scara is kinda cringe ngl, forced addiction. author's note : inspired by this ask @allfearstofallto received! (btw go check her works they're really good, just saying).

it starts as nothing. a lingering discomfort when you’re alone, a tension in your muscles that refuses to ease, a dull, unshakable exhaustion that follows you even after a full night’s sleep. it’s easy to dismiss at first, easy to blame on stress, on a poor diet, on the weather being too cold or too hot. you don’t think much of it—not when it’s just a headache here and there, not when the nausea comes in brief waves, not when your hands shake just slightly as you reach for your morning coffee.

but then it worsens. slowly, gradually, deliberately.

there are days when the discomfort turns unbearable, days when you feel like something is clawing at the inside of your ribcage, desperate to be let out. your body betrays you in ways you don’t understand—your heart pounding too hard, your breathing shallow, your fingers twitching when you try to hold a pen, a fork, a phone. it’s maddening, this constant state of unease, like you’re missing something vital, like a part of you has been carved away and you’re left grasping at empty air. you rack your brain for a reason, for some kind of explanation that makes sense, but nothing adds up. there is no pattern to it, no logical cause.

except, there is. because it always, always gets better when you’re with him.

the moment scaramouche steps into the room, the tension in your chest unwinds, your headache fades, your trembling stops as if it was never there. you don’t even have to do anything—just being in his presence is enough to soothe the worst of it, like he’s some kind of drug you didn’t realize you were taking.

you hate the thought. you hate the dependency, the way your body reacts to him like an addict finding their next fix. but there’s no denying it, not when the relief is so immediate, not when it feels so good just to exist near him, to hear his voice, to feel his gaze settling on you with that same unreadable expression.

he notices. of course, he notices. he’s always watching, always analyzing, always a step ahead of you in ways that you’ve never quite been able to grasp.

“why do you always come to me when you feel like shit?” his voice is flat, unimpressed, but there’s something underneath it, something too pleased, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it anyway. he’s lounging on your couch, legs crossed, one arm draped over the back, looking like he has all the time in the world to entertain your pathetic little problem.

you swallow, rub your temples, frustrated with yourself, with him, with this whole situation. “i don’t know,” you mutter, though you do, you just don’t want to admit it. “i just—fuck, i feel better when i’m with you. like, physically.”

the corner of his lips twitches, and for a second, you think he’s going to smirk. but he doesn’t. he just watches you with that same half-lidded gaze, fingers tapping against his thigh in slow, deliberate movements. his nails are painted black today. he only does that when he’s bored.

“how pathetic,” he murmurs, and there it is—that cruel amusement, that mocking edge laced into his words like a knife hidden in silk. he tilts his head, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “you seriously need me, huh?”

you don’t answer. because what is there to say? it’s true. it’s humiliating and infuriating and it makes you feel small, but it’s the truth. you do need him. or at least, your body seems to think so.

you don’t know that this was never an accident. that the first time you felt those strange aches, those unbearable withdrawals, it wasn’t some random affliction—it was him. it was always him.

you don’t know that it started with a tiktok. some stupid, throwaway video that he barely paid attention to at first, some joke about how nicotine patches could be used to make someone dependent, how withdrawal could be weaponized. you don’t know how the idea latched onto him like a parasite, burrowing into his thoughts, refusing to let go until it became something more, something twisted, something actionable.

you don’t know that every time he touched you—every casual brush of fingers against your arm, every moment he pretended to fix your collar, every instance where he pulled you just a little closer than necessary—he was leaving something behind. a small, colorless patch, barely noticeable, perfectly hidden beneath fabric and routine. a dose just strong enough to matter. just strong enough to make you crave him.

you don’t know any of this. but you do know that you always end up back in his presence. that no matter how much you tell yourself you don’t need him, your body betrays you in the end.

[adiluv-moved]

❥ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒. ˚⊹꒷

🎤୧・꒰word count꒱ 1154.

💿୧・꒰warnings꒱ yandere character ꒰implied stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior꒱, idol/modern au, reader is not traveler, reader is from sumeru, intentional lowercase, not edited.

🎧୧・꒰adi moment꒱ inspired by this ask! i'm literally such a big fan of yandere idol scara there is so much untapped potential here that i think we need to start looking at!! hope you enjoy!! ໒꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀི১

as a disclaimer, i don't support yandere behavior in real life! please don’t interpret this post as justification for any of scaramouche's actions.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who's the sixth of the twelve harbingers, a snezhnayan-based idol group that's recently gone viral and taken teyvat by storm. with members hailing from all seven nations, you'd instantaneously deem the inazuman native your favorite—something about his more blunt and bratty personality catching your attention. with plenty of releases and tons of merch drops, you'd find most of your income going to posters, albums, photocards, and apparel—an easily noticeable focus on scaramouche themed items taking hold early within your collection.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who meets you while lost in sumeru city, having decided to take a vacation after the success of his latest tour within liyue. delays with transportation had caused him to show up late for his hotel reservation, leaving him stranded in the foreign city without anywhere to stay... which is precisely where you come in. even with the large amount of mora you'd dedicated towards supporting the group, concerts were far out of your budget—tickets being sold out mere minutes after dropping. so when you'd met your bias sitting on a staircase with a suitcase beside him, you'd been quick to offer him shelter within your apartment, leading the man back to your place and opting to sleep on the couch and give him your bed.

꒰💀꒱・it's this trusting nature of yours that initially causes him to consider you the biggest idiot in teyvat, with scaramouche contenting himself to make good use of the amenities you've oh so graciously provided. he's given free access to all of your belongings for hours on end whenever you go to work—given more than enough freedom as you slave over your stove to cook dinner once you finally return. really, you're lucky he's the real deal, he thinks, because it would be stupidly easy for him to just rob you one day and run off. ꒰not like anybody would believe he robbed you, either.꒱ ...but he has no need for your pitiful belongings, and he'd feel like a real asshole to do such a thing, so he leaves them be.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who, despite his first impressions, finds himself growing fonder and fonder of you as time goes on. you're an utter klutz, lacking common sense and self-preservation skills—however. you're caring. kind. you take him sightseeing on your days off and offer to pay for the things he buys, even though he currently has more mora than you'd ever obtain within your lifetime. while a superfan with his merch lining the walls, you see past the persona he wears on stage—see the real him and make an effort to know him. you treat him like an equal, unlike everybody he'd encountered after becoming an idol.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins missing you after returning to snezhnaya, borderline regretful that he hadn't entertained his idle thoughts and taken something from your apartment as a reminder of your hospitality. he's never felt this way about a fan ꒰let alone anybody else within his life꒱ this way before—wanting nothing more than to cast away his duties and seek you out once again. the first night back in his home is spent as an all-nighter, detective-esq determination while he searches instagram for your profile and nearly jumps out of his bed once he finally locates it. of course, you accept his request, and he takes great joy in scrolling through your posts and unashamedly liking all of them. not like you'd even mind, anyway. your followers list is, in the same manner, put up for examination—though he doesn't exactly want to tell you about that.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who stalks your spotify almost every day, listening to all of your playlists and taking notes on the various musicians that pop up. immature as it is, it's difficult to stop the searing jealousy that threatens to pop up whenever other idol groups pop up a little too often for his tastes, a sour taste left in his mouth as he attempts to convince himself that the harbingers ꒰him, specifically꒱ are still your favorites. although he publicly claims that he has no need for rivalries with other groups, there's just something inherently satisfying about seeing one of his tracks beating those of the other groups on your playlist, silent hopes that you'd also prefer it over theirs. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins sending you gifts once his obsession really takes hold. whether it be money, merch, or the random items on your avidyazon wish list, expect to see a lot of packages arriving at your doorstep—all with notes from scaramouche commenting on whatever's inside the box. receiving tickets to any and all harbinger concerts also becomes a common occurrence, transportation to the other nations paid in full. while touring in inazuma, he does the honors of sending you a kimono alongside front-row tickets, practically ordering you to wear it and saying he's excited to see just how amazing you'll look in it. you're so preoccupied by the gesture that you don't even think to ask when he got your measurements. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who takes you backstage after each and every one of his performances, having his bodyguard escort you to his personal dressing room. although he asks you to tell him about any significant events within your life, he almost never seems to be shocked by any of them—instead giving you an almost knowing look... as though he already had the information. not to mention that anybody bothering you almost always stops after mentioning your discomfort to him. a part of you wonders whether he does anything to interfere, but it seems near impossible considering his busy schedule and the fact that he's miles away from you in another nation. must just be a crazy coincidence, right..?

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who demands your attention at every moment within these meetings, growing insanely agitated if you so much as attempt to talk about the other harbingers—especially il dottore. attempts to figure out why he hates the senior member so much are outright ignored, scaramouche instead opting to quickly silence you by either pinching your lips together or boldly kissing you ꒰if he's feeling particularly jealous, that is꒱. "you shouldn't even think about other men in my presence," he'll say, "let alone dottore." and because you don't want to upset your idol, you simply nod your head and change the subject.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who would've asked you to be his partner by now, if not for the many scandals that would erupt from such a request. he's aware that some of his fans obsess over him in the same way he does you, and he'd hate to place you into any dangerous situations because of his greed. don't get him wrong, though. you still aren't allowed to date anybody else, a fact that he'll remind you off right before he sends you on your way. things may not be official, sure—but you still belong to him.

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[offbrandkyoya]

95 Epilogue

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Falling in love isn’t as easy as they make it to be. Movies, books, shows, they all have a happy ending for the couple. Sometimes the happy ending isn’t cliche and unrealistic. And yet, you believed that was all true because you fell in love quite easily.

You didn’t think you’d fall hard for Scaramouche but you did. And somehow your dumb self was attractive to him. Silly but you’re happy. You both are. Ei became the manager of 5WIRL for a while and they gain more popularity. Scaramouche didn’t like the idea of his mom being the manager but it was like a bonding moment for them.

After a while, 5WIRL disbanded. DCKZ continues to thrive though. You remember hearing the news about that from your boyfriend and you couldn’t understand why. Scaramouche told you that they were all tired and the fun is over. That it was time for the boys to move on. You respected their decision but still cried over it.

Though you’re happy because Scaramouche isn’t as busy. You’re also happy because the disbandment didn’t cause Scaramouche to lose his love for music. Now, he sings for fun and denies every record label that approaches him. You laugh at him a lot for that.

Spring is here. The perfect season to paint. You sat in your chair and let your brush guide you. Years have passed and you guys live in a house instead of an apartment. About time since you guys have been together for so long. You hum while painting by the window in your bedroom. The door opens but you don’t look up, concentrated on your picture. A pair of arms wrap around your stomach. “Yn, i bought food.” “Yay!” You kiss Scaramouche on the nose before looking back.

“So that got your attention?” “Of course. Sorry but i love food more than you.” You joke and he pouts. “Maybe you should marry the food instead?” “Maybe i should!” You put your brush down on the water cup and grab his hand. You observe his finger that wore the golden ring. “Sorry Scara, this doesn’t belong to you.” You say and slide the ring off him. Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “You’re so annoying.” “You love me!” You slide the ring back on.

“If you did lose the ring then I will marry someone else.” “Damn.” Scaramouche rubs your shoulder and sits down on the bed. “Now i want the wedding to happen right now.” “Patience my dear Scara.” You say in a low voice which makes him laugh. “Anyways, I’m singing at this coffee place. Wanna come?” You hop off your stool. “Duh! I’m excited now!”

Scaramouche stands up. “Okay then let’s go.” You freeze. “Right now?” “Yeah.” You hold your face in panic. “I-I’m a mess! I’m not ready! I need to take a shower and change outfits and-“ “You look perfect.” He says and kisses your forehead. “Come one.” He grabs your hand and the both of you exit the house.

Once arriving, Scaramouche immediately sets up while you sit down at the front. You decide you might as well order something so you buy a coffee and a muffin to go along with it. You munch on your snack and the door opens. You look at who it is and immediately smile wide. “Aether! Xiao!” You get up and walk towards them. “Hi Yn.” Aether says but when you finally get close to them, you squeal. “And hi to you Xia!” Aether holds a toddler with teal hair and golden eyes, looking at you curiously with a thumb in her mouth.

“Aw she’s so cute!” You say while bringing your finger to her. “She is.” Xiao comments. “The fact you guys have a kid without being married outstands me.” Heizou enters the room with Kazuha right behind him. “You guys actually came.” Xiao says and Heizou puffs up his chest. “Why of course! I’ll never abandon my friend!” “Shut up.” Xia looks up at Aether and the blonde shakes his head. “Papa doesn’t know either.”

“Sit with me!” You say and the boys follow you to your table. “Picked out your wedding outfit yet?” Heizou asks once he sits down. You frown, “Not yet but I’ll find one! Trust!” Xia claps her hands and you point at her. “See, she trusts me!” “She’s a baby.” Heizou states. “A very cute baby.” Xiao kisses his daughter’s cheek which makes her laugh.

You frown, “I want a baby now. Xia’s so cute.” “Didn’t you almost lose her last time?” Kazuha brings up and you blush. “Look! I didn’t lose her! We were just…playing hide and seek…and she was very good at it..” Heizou crosses his arms. “You’d make a horrible parent.” “I hate you.” Xiao pokes his baby’s cheek. “When YN throws the flowers, make sure to catch them, Aether.” The blonde blushes. “W-What? That’s so soon!” Heizou looks at the couple in confusion. “You guys LITERALLY have a baby?”

The door opens once more and Venti enters with Zhongli and Childe holding hands behind him. You notice Ei is with them as well. You turn around to your fiancé and he noticed his mother but went back to do what he was doing. You frown but turn back around. “Looks like we made it in time.” Zhongli says as the four stand right in front of the table. “Yeah, Scaras pretty slow.” You comment and you can feel glare piercing behind your head.

“I’m kind of excited.” Childe says as he swings his and Zhonglis arms. “But we’ve seen him do this before?” Zhongli tilts his head and Childe giggles. “Yeah but it’s still an exciting thing to witness.” He kisses his cheek and Heizou gags. “I can’t believe this! I’m surrounded by couples!” Kazuha laughs. “Maybe you’re the problem.” Heizou pouts then laughs also. “You want me so bad.” “Mm, in your dreams.” The two stare into each others eyes with pink cheeks then laugh again.

Ei walks over to her son who was checking to see if everything is in perfect condition. She clears her throat, “Scaramouche.” His shoulders jolt but he shakes off the scare and looks at her. “What?” She smiles “Good luck.” Scaramouche’s eyes widen a little. He sensed a bit of warmth coming off her that made his heart swell. Even so, he kept his moody expression. “Okay, thank you.” She walks to sit at another table with the three boys following after.

Scaramouche glances at you and you give him a thumbs up with a cute smile. He smiles too and grabs his guitar to start. He sits on the stool and taps the mic. Your stomach bubbles as you feel the excitement jitters take over you. Xia starts to get excited too and begins to clap her hands and make incoherent noises. Aether shushes her, bouncing his leg up and down.

“You’re all probably tired of me but I’m here to sing another song.” “That’s my best friend!” Childe shouts and everyone laughs. Scaramouche rolls his eyes then looks directly at you. “I’m about to get married soon.” He says, “My fiancé has always given me to courage to continue to sing. I want to sing for you my entire life. I love you, Yn.” You blush and fidget in your seat. “I love you too, Scaramouche.” The crowd gushes with Heizou calling you guys “cringe.” Scaramouche begins to play with everyone enjoying the show.

You watch him full of love. His voice is so soothing and the way he plays the instrument makes your stomach churn. Some people entered to shop just to listen to Scaramouche sing. It makes you happy that he has so many fans. You hear the door open and you look to see it’s Kaeya with his brother and Albedo and Thoma. Diluc looks at Kaeya and put a finger on his lips which Kaeya responded by rolling his eyes.

They go and find a table to sit but you wave at Thoma and Albedo before they go ahead. They wave back and follow the brothers. You look back at Scaramouche and listen to his singing. He’s such a dream. You’re so happy to have fallen in love with him.

After a while, he finished and everyone claps with you being the loudest. He walks to you and kisses you. You smile and once you pull apart, he whispers in your ear, “I love you.” He looks at you with a smirk. You laugh and stand up to hug him. “I love you too.”

“Sorry we came in late.” Kaeya says once he, Diluc, Albedo, and Thoma made their way to your guys table. “It’s fine”. Scaramouche tells them. “We weren’t super late though.” Thoma corrects but Diluc huffs, “Well maybe if SOMEONE had the time right we’d be here right on the dot.” Kaeya groans, “I said I’m sorry! I really thought it wasn’t till like 10 in the afternoon!”

Scaramouche chuckles, “You’re crazy if you think im going to play that late. Sleep in my best friend.” Albedo chuckles, “Well we’re here now and that’s what matters.” You place a hand on your hip. “Question, if I throw the bouquet, would you catch it?” Albedo blushes. “M-Me?” “Yeah.” “Well, I don’t know, I mean I’d try but I really wouldn’t want it…” He panics a little. “N-Not that I don’t want to marry Kaeya! I just feel like…um..”

You laugh, “It’s okay! I’m just asking. What about you Thoma?” The blonde thinks for a moment. “I think I have a chance. I’m pretty athletic.” Dilucs face turns as red as his hair. “W-What? You’re serious?” Thoma looks at him with confusion at first then blushes also. “W-Well, it’s hypothetical, of course! Besides, we just started going out, it’d be too soon.” “Not to soon to have a baby though!” Heizou butts in and Xiao kicks his leg from under the table.

All of you decided to stay at the coffee shop till the night despite Scaramouche wanting to go home. You managed to convince him though. One by one they left. First were Xiao and Aether since it was Xias bedtime. You attempted to take her home with you but Aether slapped the back of your head. Venti left because he wanted to sleep and Scaramouche never felt so jealous in his entire life. Heizou and Kazuha left early too to your surprise. Turns out they were going to watch a movie and that it was a date night.

You wished them luck and you felt happy knowing those two are getting even closer. Scaramouche noticed his mother grow tired as her head would bop up and down. He told her she can go home but Ei didn’t want to since she wanted to be with him. After more pushing, Ei was going to leave. Though Scaramouche stopped her to say, “Thanks for coming.” You’ve never seen Ei smile so much before. She left and you kissed Scaramouche’s cheek as a reward.

“I have to go home. Klees waiting for me.” Albedo says, looking at his phone. “She’s grown. She’ll be fine!” Kaeya rests his chin on top of his boyfriend’s head. “You’re going to turn out to be a horrible dad in the future.” Diluc states and Kaeya glares at him. “I have to get going too.” Thoma speaks up. “I have to work tomorrow.” He pouts and you frown with him. “That sucks. I wish you luck, Thoma.” “Thanks Yn.” You both hug. “It was nice seeing you!” You let go. “It’s going to be busy thanks to the wedding.”

“Congratulations again.” Diluc smiles and you smile too. “Thank you!” Diluc flicks Kaeya’s forehead. “Let’s go.” “What?! Me too?!” “Yes, now come on.” Kaeya groans. “Ugh, fine!” You bid them all farewell. “Tell Klee I said hi!” You tell Albedo after you guys hug. He laughs, “I will.” The four of them leave and alls that’s left is you, Scaramouche, Zhongli, and Childe.

Childe rushes to Scaramouche and pulls him in a grip tight hug. “I’m so proud of you! Look at you singing in front of crowds and now you’re getting married soon! Next thing you know it, you’re having ten kids!” Scaramouche’s face turns red as he tries pushing Childe off him. “We’re not having ten kids!” “Yet.” Childe responds and lets go of the smaller.

“Can I be the godfather?” “No.” Zhongli laughs. “We should leave you both alone now. Come dear.” Childe blushes and holds his hand. “Okay okay. I really am happy for you though, Scaramouche.” Your fiancé smiles and laughs. “I should be thanking you.” “Why?” “For being my best friend.” The ginger blinks and his eyes water. “Oh my god you DO care about me!” “Go home.” You and Zhongli laugh then Zhongli and Childe finally left.

You wrap an arm around Scaramouche’s. “Let’s go for a walk.” “What about my stuff?” You shrug, “We’ll come back.” He raises a brow. “Alright.” You exit and you both walk down the sidewalk, admiring the night sky. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m happy.” “Me too.” He kisses your head. He looks up at the sky. “The moon’s beautiful tonight.” “It is.”

You look at each other. “I love you.” You both say at the same time, causing you guys to laugh. “All that singing made me hungry.” He says. “Same here. What do you want to eat?” “Maybe a sandwich.” You tilt your head. “Just a sandwich.” Scaramouche nods. “Yeah. What else do I need?” You giggle. “Okay. Where do you-“ “No.” Scaramouche stops walking and so do you. He looks directly in your eyes. “I want you to make it.” You blink then giggle again. “Alright. I’ll make you a sandwich.” Scaramouche smiles and you continue walking together under the night sky.

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[kefiteria]

Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

[allfearstofallto]

Hi Mai! I just have a question that I randomly thought of and just had to quickly ask. Do you think the reader would most likely warm up to Childe, Scara, and Diluc due to the solitude or like the 24/7 solitary confinement situation they have going on lmao. I’m a bit bewildered regarding it because for one yes the reader absolutely loathes them, but hey the lack of other people to have interactions with is surely difficult. That’s it, thank you!! I love your works so so much btw

I did touch on this in "You'll Miss Me," but yes, their darlings can come to like them after being with them for a period of time. It's literally just Stockholm syndrome and a lack of any other human interaction, but it will happen.

As shown in the fic, Scaramouche plays into this as much as possible. He will make you like him. There will be no one for you to turn to, but him.

While Childe actually does try to endear himself to you. He's very funny and playful and I do think he'd make to be a great partner if he wasn't so insane. He's very easy to get along with when he's in a good mood, so of course, the irrational part of you might make yourself believe that you like him until you do something that upsets him, which isn't hard.

And of course diluc, a lot of people say they would like him, but I've already said I find him frustrating. But if you enjoy living lavishly, as lavish as you can get without leaving manor walls, then yeah, I supposed he's nice. Albeit annoying, it will drive you mad to not be believed when you reach out for help.