#scaramouche is babygirl

[liviyiuu]

‘ i just wanna be yours ’

↬ synopsis: scaramouche notices your new hairstyle and childe convinces him to talk to you.

↬ ft: scaramouche

↬ genre: fluff ; highschool au

↬ warnings: swearing ; bullying childe ; 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

↬ notes: SCARAMOUCHE IS SO HAJAJJA ; first post on this account!! ; tell me if there's any mistakes ♡

Scaramouche is a lovesick fool.

Of course, if asked, he will adamantly deny it til the day he draws his last breath. But he knows, his self-proclaimed best friend Childe knows, hell, he thinks his own mother knows. But the day he admits it is the day the sun rises from the west.

Being in love with someone you’ve never spoken to is a torturous thing. It eats away at him when he watches you socialize with your friends on the other side of the classroom. Childe’s sat next to him, incessantly rambling sbout something or other.

The way you smile has his heart running a marathon, he’s so gone for you and it’s actually embarrassing.

At some point, the ginger stops talking about what life would be like without toes and follows his best friend’s line of sight to find you at the end of it. Childe rolls his eyes and slumps back in his chair, he’d wait til Scaramouche was listening to talk about toes.

“She changed her hairstyle.” The indigo-haired boy mutters, to no one in particular obviously, but Childe just has to pick up on it.

“Really?” He says, trying to keep his tone even.

“Mhm, it suits her.” Scaramouche responds, still in his daze-like state.

Childe weighs up his options. He could tell him to just tell you that, to see how it goes. But what if it goes south? He isn't ready to lose a limb. He could just shut his mouth and pretend Scaramouche didn’t even say a word. Of course, somehow, Childe deems it worth a limb to get his stupid best friend to talk to his crush.

“Why don’t you just tell her that?”

Now this, this snaps Scaramouche to attention. His head moves so quickly that Childe worries that he'll get whiplash.

Scaramouche stares at Childe like he’s just grown a second head. “Are you fucking with me?”

To this, the ginger shrugs and motions over to you. “If you don’t make your move soon, someone else will grab her, mouchie dear.”

Scaramouche restrains himself from growling at the nickname, and slapping Childe for the absurd suggestion. The blue-eyed boy is thoroughly unaffected by the scowl directed at him and continues,

“I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? She might like you back for all you know. You’ve literally had this crush for centuries. It's getting old.”

Scaramouche falls silent and seems to mull over his words. Childe’s right to some extent, it was never going to go anywhere if he didn’t throw himself out there first. But the ginger was wrong about something.

“8 months you moron. Not centuries.”

Childe’s won. He still has all his limbs and is 99.9% sure he’s convinced Scaramouche to say something to you. He feels so smug as he watches his friend stand up and move toward your desk.

When Scaramouche arrives at your desk his body moves before he can stop it and he taps your shoulder.

“Hey.”

That’s it. That’s all he says. He’s sweating bullets and his hands are clammy from his anxiety. He catches Childe mouthing at him, and is pretty sure he says ‘You got this!’ and gives him a thumbs up.

Your friends have already figured out what was going on and have scuttled away to entertain themselves and give you both some privacy.

“Your hair looks... strange today, [ name ].”

He mentally curses himself. Out of all the words in his vocabulary, how is 'strange' the one that his brain approves and allows to leave his mouth?

In his peripheral, he sees Childe facepalm and dramatically mouth ‘Mission abort! Run now you bastard!’.

Scaramouche hopes that the earth opens up and swallows him whole. He wishes that he could turn back time and smack Childe in the face. He longs for the comfort of his own seat on the other side of the room.

But by some twist of fate, his feet stay glued to the spot long enough for you to grace him with a response.

A laugh.

You’re laughing? Do you find him funny? Is he dreaming? Hallucinating?

“I got it done yesterday.” You say through laughs, “You like it?”

Scaramouche doesn’t trust his voice enough to not crack and embarrass him further, so a quick nod is what you get in response. His heart is running a million miles an hour and his face feels like it's on fire.

Your grin is so worth it. He wants it imprinted on his eyeballs. He’s so entranced by it that he almost misses Childe and some friend of yours, Yoimiya he thinks her name is, making kissy faces at you.

“Thanks, I'm glad. I was worried I looked like a clown.” You joke, running a hand through your hair.

You? A clown? Don’t joke. Childe looks like a clown. You definitely do not look like a clown.

“You don’t” he blurts before his brain can catch up, “You look really pretty.”

You raise your eyebrows and an amused hum passes your lips. His heart is in his throat and he swears you can hear how fast it’s beating.

Then, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, you rise from your seat and press a kiss to his jaw before sitting back down.

“Thanks, you wanna go out later?”

He’s at a loss for words as he tries to process what the fuck just happened. This has to be some ridiculous dream he was having.

He looks quickly over at Childe for assistance and he sees him and Yoimiya aggressively nodding their heads and mouthing ‘Yes?!? Say yes!’. Too put out of it to even formulate a sentence, he places his trust in them and answers, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Being the best wingman to ever walk the earth, Childe appears by his side and pulls him away after flashing you a grin.

“See?!?!? I love being right! She’s SO into you mouchie!”

Scaramouche can barely hear his friend over the loop of events playing in his head. You literally kissed his jaw? His eyes make their way back to you and his lips quirk upon seeing your friends gush over your interaction.

“Oh my God. She kissed me Childe.” He sighs, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the pictures the ginger was taking of him.

“I know! I saw! Moral of the story is: Always listen to your bestest buddy Childe.”

He gets slapped.

[ilukavee]

He only drinks tea that tastes as bitter as his soul.

[qingxin-dream]

ME (I’M DELUSIONAL AF + NEED THERAPY): 🥳🎊❤️

BABYGIRL LIVE REACTION: 🤨📸

credits: u/kindred_lol_ on reddit; @/inoi_today on x

[mixed-kester]

has this been done yet

[abyssruler]

babygirl, steve, taylorswift, boggart, husband, johncena, onion, scaracoochie, mybeloved-

[chi-icha]

i am so tired i just want to kiss scara

the puppet is probably touch starved as hell, even the slightest touches from you makes him shiver. of course he would never admit that, only shooting you a glare as he quickly walks away to hide his red face. even when you accidentally hit his thigh with yours when you sit together, he jolts and glares. you notice his red cheeks but he looks away.

when you actually finally kiss him, he freezes. he doesn't know what to do. his arms hover uselessly as you pull away, a little dejected, but he quickly holds your hand, desperate to keep you there.

"w-wait.. i wasn't ready. do it again."

his voice trembles, but he's confident he'll dominate you with his ultra sigma move when you kiss him again—

he doesn't. your arm wraps around his waist as you kiss him again after letting out a scoff at his ridiculously confident words. he only shivers as your soft lips touches his, kissing you back whilst his eyes flutter. god, it feels amazing. he almost chokes when you pull him closer, pressing your body against his as you deepen the kiss.

[ddarker-dreams]

NnNNnngngn thinking about how scaramouche would scrunch up his nose in irritation if you ever referred to him with sickeningly sweet petnames like honey bunchkins or cutie patootie, telling you to knock it off, swearing that he’ll ignore you until you speak his name properly… then respond automatically to your silly nicknames and freeze up when he realizes what he’s done.

[n4391]

Happy Birthday, Wanderer! 

He's sharing his "heart" with you <3

[qingxin-dream]

ah, to be a lazy kitty resting across wanderer’s thigh…

credits: @/genshinimpact on x

[tomorrowandtomorow]

soooo... is furina taking wanderer's spot for genshin's poorest little meow meow now

[aeroplaneblues]

Humbly Accept🍁⚖️

Scara interacted with both alhaitham and cyno before kazuha, isn't that funny?? Not holding my breath that cyno and kazuha will meet but its fun to imagine that they'd get along mostly bc kazuha does enjoy rp-ing like cyno😂 (lbr thanks to fischl) also they are both in the same event in 3.7!

[simonisferal]

Happy Birthday to You!

(wanderer) + gn reader

— celebrating hat guy's birthday — a little bit of angst in there, he’s also a little slow :(

After New Years day and when the hype died down, the lack of sleep finally caught up to you. Although you were very good at keeping yourself awake for long periods of times, your eyes constantly felt heavy until you succumbed to the thought of resting.

Your lovely boyfriend, Scaramouche kept you company as you slept, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. He melted to the sound of your heartbeat, like it was a sweet lullaby even he could cherish. The warm blanket did nothing to warm him up but it worked wonders with you so he ignored the itchy feeling of it.

Scaramouche was comforted by your slow breathing, your soft snores, and even the way your muscles relaxed the deeper your sleep became. He closed his eyes and wished he could dream about you, dream with you and as time passes, he did just that.

He was cold and shivering when you woke up. Probably because you hogged the blankets, leaving him exposed and it was the middle of winter. Or maybe because he managed to let go of you halfway through the night and didn’t feel you.

He looks lovely on the bed, the sunrise gently caressing his face with its mellow light and warmth. You smile down at him and cover his body with your blanket, tucking him in. Scaramouche only turned slightly as you slid off the bed and exited the room.

The room was quiet. A little too quiet. His hand twitched and his eyes fluttered. It was already day, maybe late 8 or early 9 in the morning. He sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes as he looks over to your side of the bed. You weren’t there, only a messy bed sheet was left from you.

Scaramouche wouldn’t panic. He wouldn’t. He most definitely wouldn’t. It’s not like you’d leave him. You were happy with him. it’s not like he’s contemplating all of his life choices and wondering if you truly loved him or not. That’d be absurd! Very.

He doesn’t even bother to change when he gets out of bed, he needed to know if you were just like the others. The others who promised him to stay by his side, to be his family, to love him. It’s not like he cared about you, he just needed to know if he has to pay the full rent for the apartment you’ve both cared for.

When he walked towards the kitchen, the hallway smelled like warm pancakes and maple syrup. A hint of coffee too. You weren’t possibly cooking, you sucked at it to the point Scaramouche banned you from the kitchen after you almost burned the building down. The smell only got stronger the more he walked towards the kitchen and he audibly gulped.

He turned the corner and saw you in a pink apron, cooking decent food. You’re pretty sure that shocked him more than the fact his favorite movie, Howl’s Moving Castle, and his favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip and vanilla, were right there in front of him, begging for his attention.

You noticed him, only giving a quick glance because your pancakes were burning. “Hey sleepyhead, how was your nap?” He could only groan and roll his eyes before taking a seat at the kitchen island. He was genuinely worried about you, whether or not his thoughts allowed him to say it, and you were just here, nonchalantly making breakfast.

“It was decent. It’s not like it was energizing.” You hand him a cup of coffee and he took it from you. He took a small sip, it was hot and bitter, just how he liked it. “How was yours?” He heard you hum and he couldn’t avert his gaze from anywhere but you.

”Better than yours.” You set another pancake, waiting for the small bubbles on the raw side before flipping it. Scaramouche sips his coffee before chuckling. “Of course it was—your ass kept hogging the blanket. You know how freezing it is?”

You turn to meet his gaze and turn off the stove. You lean on the counter beside it and cross your arms, “I thought you were practically immune to the cold.”

You see him look away and scoff. “I may not be human but that’s just cruel. I don’t take away your fan when it’s hot, do I?” You plate a pile of pancakes with another cup of coffee in front of him, giggling. He grabs a fork, stabbing it through the stack.

“No, you don’t and I appreciate it.” You set down your plate and drink of choice and stand in front of him with a huge smile. The kind of smile he’d die for. The kind he will never say himself but loves.

Scaramouche watches you drench your pancakes with strawberry jam and syrup. He stays quiet before continuing to eat his own food. “So… what’s the special occasion? You usually don’t cook good.” He looks up from his food to see you staring at him with a dropped jaw.

He honestly doesn’t care about holidays, you’re the only reason he remembers such nuisances. He has a look on his face that you can only describe as full seriousness. You sigh, lifting up his fork and feeding him part of his pancake. “…It’s your birthday, Scara.”

Ah.

He can only blankly stare at you with those purple eyes of his. He honestly didn’t think you’d go through this amount of trouble for him and he didn’t expect you to remember his birthday. He snaps out of his silent trance after a while, biting the pancake from the fork and swallowing it. “It’s not worth this much celebration. It’s just a day, like any other.”

You can only frown but you choose to ignore his negativity. Setting down his fork back onto his plate and leaning back, you say something that absolutely shocks him. “Well, I want to celebrate this day. With you.” You had that smile that melted his heart and he would feel terrible if he rejected the thought of it. The smallest bit of hesitation that he gave you was your answer.

You finished up your food, stuffing it in your mouth as Scaramouche ate calmly. You practically threw the plate into the sink and grabbed the cartons of ice cream into your warm hands. He rose his eyebrow and in response you look back at him with a dumb grin. “I’ll wash them later, come on!”

He could only scoff and stand up from his chair, not even bothering to put the plate in the sink—maybe because he knows that you’ll nag him to ‘leave it as it is’. He follows you to the living room couch, sitting down as you reach for the remote and two warm scoopers for the ice cream cartons.

You lean back on the cushions and pull out three different blankets. Damn, you really prepared all this. He feels you wrap all three blankets around him, the soft and fluffy cloth warming his cold body up. “Since you like to complain about me hogging the blanket, there you go.”

Scaramouche scoffs at your prettiness—he means pettieness but he snuggles closer to you. You hand him a carton of ice cream which he gladly takes. “Are you sure you should be eating ice cream in the middle of winter? You’ll get sick.” He takes off one of his blankets and coats you in it.

You hun, “I won’t, I’m literally immune to the cold.” You show him a flashy grin and he laughs. He takes a small bite out of the ice cream carton. “Sure, and I’m Superman.” He sees you roll your eyes at his sarcastic comment but it doesn’t stop you from hitting the play button on the remote and starting the movie.

You cuddle beside him and you lay your head on his shoulder. He leans his head onto yours as the theme starts to play.

“Happy birthday.”

[iceunhie]

WHEJJEEUUFUFJFFJFJFJFJKFFJFJDIIDFJJDJSBAJSJFJFBGHFJEUEUQUWUFJRJETHE LOML

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

[ddarker-dreams]

Ehe, for Scara (brainrot is reaching new heights): “So much snark today. Would a hug shut that mouth of yours up? Or better yet… a kiss?”

"... Reprobate."

Scaramouche glaring at you isn’t a new development. You’d say it’s his default manner of expression; if resting bitch face was on performance-enhancing drugs. You take the archaic insult with ease. It’s not the worst thing he’s called you. Lately, you’ve theorized he must’ve taken to studying offensive language for the sole purpose of flinging verbal venom your way. 

Well, if anything, he should be grateful that you’ve motivated him to expand his vocabulary. You’d say you’re welcome if you didn’t value your well-being. However, today just so happens to be a day where your well-being feels marginally worth defending. 

“I’m not hearing a no.” 

He scoffs, his gaze momentarily leaving your form to appraise the surrounding area. Any unfortunate Fatui goon squad souls that happened to overhear this conversation could expect to be court-martialed... or worse. Seeing how his eye will not stop twitching (how uncomfortable is that?), you’re placing your bets on worse. 

“Have you no sense of shame? Forget it, why am I even bothering to ask when I already know the answer,” he runs his hand through his bangs and sighs. Uh oh. You sense a monologue looming on the horizon. “You can’t expect me to acquiesce to your every annoying whim so easily. If I did, there’d be no end in sight. That boundless imagination of yours is such a pain to deal with. Really, the fact I put up with you at all is—” 

The softness of your lips pressing against his cheek serves to put a premature end to his soliloquy.

Stunned by your boldness, twitching fingers come to rest over where your lips made contact with his now flushed skin, disbelief written all over his face. Considering how powerless you normally are, this shift in authority is a welcome one. Enough so that you don’t mind pushing your bruised pride down if it means watching him unravel like this. 

“You—” he points at you for further emphasis, as if you need help identifying who he might possibly be talking to, “You... ahem... missed.” 

“Huh?” 

Scaramouche is grinning now, ear to ear, his face still red yet his ego too formidable for him to concede so easily. 

“My lips. I demand a proper kiss if you’re going to stick to your conniving ways. Come now, try again. Prove to me that there’s something in this world you can do right.” 

(He looks very proud of himself).

“I mean, I would, but, someone recently told me trading affection for favors is shameless behavior. And, y’know, he might just have a point. I’ll have to seriously reconsider my ways.” 

(He no longer looks very proud of himself). 

"... You couldn’t bother me more if you tried.” 

At this, you smile. “Is that a challenge I hear?” 

[shaerufu]

“The endless path of nameless puppet“

[vitrall]

Palette practice with Evil Scara 👺

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