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ventisweetheart · 1 year

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''You don't love me anymore''

Scaramouche x Female!Reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfortish?? Warnings: Mentions of blood, cussing, scaramouche being a meanie, not proof read, kidnapping, wound mention, let me know if I missed something! Author's Note: This was requested by my lovely cousin :> The request is here I think this might be my longest fic yet, I am kinda proud of it. (and yes this is before he had his new update)

''Archons, you are so annoying. You never leave me the fuck alone!'' Scaramouche says, slamming his pen on his desk.

''Well maybe if you didn't stay out working all the time I wouldn't have to be like this, Kuni. You never give me attention anymore, you almost never talk to me anymore, you come home late everyday and when you do you either go straight to bed or you sit in this office and do stupid 'paper work' the whole time! It's not my fault I miss my boyfriend.'' You trying stating in a calm manner but, it's almost impossible with the lump forming in your throat, while you try to keep the tears from spewing from your eyes.

He seemed almost offended by this statement. The expression on his face gets worse, the crease between his eye brows deepening, his eyes, almost as if they are holding a tight grasp on your figure, full of rage and annoyance. ''Did you just say that I don't give you enough attention?'' He scoffs. ''EVERYTHING THAT I DO IS FOR YOU, FOR US-'' He takes a deep breath before speaking once again

''You are such a selfish, filthy piece of shit. I don't have any use for you anyway, so why do you care?''

That's not true. He knows it's not true. You are not in anyway the slightest bit selfish. You have been by his side when no one else was, you didn't see his as a bad person because of his actions and his past. You saw him as something not many did. You saw him as human and nothing less. He never understood why you were so kind to him, even now. You are barely yelling at him, you are still being kind to him, why?

''You are such a selfish, filthy piece of shit.I don't have any use for you anyway..'' Those words keep repeating in your head again and again. He didn't mean it, right? He didn't mean it, he didn't mean it, he didn't- it wasn't long before the tears you were trying to hold in leave your eyes. You try to wipe the tears away but you can't get it to stop. He has always thrown small remarks at you and picked on you but, it has never been this bad. He has never spoken to you in such a way before and you have never been more taken back by one of his rude comments. This one felt real. It felt like he really ment it. The way he looked at you while he said it, the tone he used, his hands flat on the desk.

You mumble a soft 'sorry' while you take a few steps back from his figure, eventually storming out of his office. Your job here is done, he doesn't need you anymore, he's tired of you- he doesn't love you anymore.

Or so you thought.

With eyes blurred from the nonstop flow of tears, you weakly push the front door open and start to head for Chinju Forest. It a place where you usually like to go. The flowers that grow rapidly and the soft soil underneath your feet, to you it's a calming place to be.

After a while of sprinting and getting odd looks from people in the city, you arrive safely. You begin walking on some trails you found and smiled at the presents of the fluorescent flowers. You pick one from a bundle in a bush and brush over the gentle petals with the pad of your index finger, while looking down at the flower you harshly bump into something in front of you.

You quickly look up and you are met with a tall, and muscular man. You weren't sure what it was but you immediately had a bad feeling. Something about the way he was presented. He seemed intimidating.

''Well, what's a pretty little lady doing out here all by her self?'' He says while bending down to meet your eyes, even though you weren't as short as he tried to make you look.

''Oh.. I apologize for bumping into you but, I really need to get going. It's getting pretty dark out here.'' You say almost rushing your words, you wanted to get out of there as soon as you could, something wasn't right. Looking past him, you being taking small steps to get by but you are soon stopped with his long, bulky arm wrapping around your figure, your eyes widen.

''Hey now, I could use a buddy ya know. Let's talk for a while yeah? Follow me'' The man says this with a smirk on his face but you can tell he is on the edge of annoyance. His grip on you tightens. This is where you begin to panic. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but it only gets tighter, until eventually he is using bother arms to keep you in place of his hold. You let out screams of ''Let me go'' and ''Don't touch me'' and pleas for help from anyone else who might be around. It wasn't long until your vision gets blurry again, and this time not from tears. You then see nothing but black and the noise around you gets muffled.

Scaramouche looks up from his paper, to look out the window. He notices that it is now dark outside. Where the hell is she? He thinks as he draws the curtains. You're not still mad at him, right? Was he too harsh? What if you finally left him? What if you never come back? What if-

*Knock knock*

His thoughts are soon interrupted by heavy knock at his office door. Ah that must be you! He opens the door with a slight smile on his face, ready to greet you but, that smile is wiped right off his face when he sees it isn't you. There instead in one of his agents. Kind of surprised of why he would be here at this hour he shows an expression of confusion.

''My Lord, I got the message that the papers are due in the morning.'' Scaramouche rolls his eyes at this statement almost dismissing the agent but, something comes to mind.

''Go look for y/n and don't ask any questions. Make sure to tell the other agents as well, if you don't find her by midnight, it's not going to look good for either of you.'' The agent rapidly nods his head and leaves the presence of Scaramouche. He closes the door and sits back in his desk chair with a sigh, all while his anxiety starts to get the best of him. He spends the rest of his time intently staring down the clock.

12:01

It's one minute over 12?! And they still haven't found you? Unacceptable. He storms out of his office, to the agents.

''Where the hell is she?''

''W-we came were coming back to say that we couldn't f-find her my Lord but, we-'' The agent was quickly cut off by a punch to the face.

''Now, who's next? Not following my orders? How dare you?'' Scaramouche is full of rage, it's written all over his face, he is even angrier than he looked when the two of you were fighting. He leaves and heads for the city.

It might not seem like it but he's scared. He's terrified that you're gone, that you don't love him any longer. He's frantically searching high and low and every corner of the city. An agent comes running up to him, stopping at a halt in front of him, almost out of breath.

''My Lord! We got told that y/n was last seen going into Chinju Forest. We searched part of the area, we noticed there was a picked flower left on one of the trails.'' States the agent.

Of course. Chinju Forest was one of your favorite places to roam. Why didn't he think of that sooner? But he is then met with another fear. What if something bad happened to you? All because he got mad at you for trying to get his attention. This is bad. He says nothing and starts dashing to the Forest. At this point, he doesn't care who's watching at the moment. He needs to know that you're okay.

You slowly open your eyes, you feel a sharp pain gradually getting worse on your head as you become for aware of your surroundings. It seems that you're still in Chinju Forest, and you're alone so maybe you can make a run for it. You try to move but, you can't.. You look down to see that you're tied to a tree with thick rope around your shoulders, feet, and torso. You're weak, you're in pain, you don't know what to do anymore. You soon hear crunching from the dried leaves on the ground getting closer to where you're tied.

A distorted- looking man appears next to you. You slowly raise your head up to meet eyes with the man. The spinning in your head makes it hard to tell who it is but, based on the figure and height of the man, it seems to be the one from earlier. The one who might of caused this.

He tilts your chin up harshly, even higher than it was before.

''This all could have been avoided if you just listened to me.'' He even speaks harshly, spitting in your face as he speaks, as if he is disgusted by your actions and behavior.

You let out a groan of pain as the wood from the tree trunk you're tied to digs into the wound on the back of your head, while he tilts your chin up.

''Now, why don't we start-''

''I suggest you get your hands off of her, now'' Scaramouche says while the man widens his eyes in pure fear. The man gets on his knees and begins to plead for forgiveness, as if he already knew what was coming for him.

You look at your boyfriend, all of the memories from the fight come back to you. The yelling, the look of being infuriated by your words, the fear that he has no use for you anymore, that he doesn't want you anymore. Yet, here he is confronting the very being that put you in this current state. Gosh, your head is spinning.

The man's begs for forgiveness are quickly ignored and he is kicked to the ground. Screams and cries can be heard from the man as Scaramouche kicks his gut and curses him out. He man spits out blood with each rough kick he receives. His body is now limp and disregarded. Scaramouche turns his attention to you. He takes out a small pointed pocket knife and cuts you loose. You unconsciously falls into his arms, with your head laid on his shoulder. He begins to tear up. This is his fault. He let this happen to you, he let you get hurt because of his stupid temper issues, because he is selfish. He places his hand on the back of your head and feels a warm liquid on it. He looks at his hand to see that there is blood from the open wound on your head.

''Hey.. look at me'' His voice is small, still in shock.

You slowly lift your head to look at him. He is met with your half-lidded eyes. The eyes that used to hold so much life. He could swear he sees sparkles is them. Your eyes are still glossy from the flow of tears earlier.

''You actually came.'' Your statement shatters his dull heart. The guilt continues to build up as he remembers what he said to you during the fight.

''I am so sorry'' He whispers. Those words are hard to say. He hates admitting that he's wrong but, he hates what he made you feel. That you were unworthy of his love, that you were not needed in his life, that he didn't love you anymore. That was far from the truth and he knew it.

''I..'' He trails off, trying to find the right words to say.

''I didn't mean anything I said, I swear.. please I know this is so selfish of me but don't leave, y/n. I didn't mean it I didn't, I love you so much, I can't live without you.'' Pathetic. He sounds so pathetic. He cringes every time he begs and pleas but, if that's what it takes for you to know he needs you, that he loves you, he would do it a million times over and more.

You can hear the sorrowful tone in his expression. Yes, he made you feel useless but, as much as he hurt you, it still pains you to see him like this. Especially since he almost never acts like this. He knows he messed up. You place his head between your hands.

''Can we go home, Kuni?'' You have a small smile while you say this but, you're not sure what to say to his apology.

This is definitely something the two of you will have to talk about but, until then you want to feel the warmth of your lover once again, free from pain and sadness, feeling like you are truly wanted by the person that made you the happiest.

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byizoyas · 1 year

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love & hate as a pair. scaramouche x gn!reader [ sfw. modern + roommates au; enemies to lovers. hurt/comfort ]

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⤻ a/n. thank you all, once again for 350!! this account is growing everyday and i rlly crave for more interactions with y’all. i hope you will enjoy this fic. childe next ehe

‘i’m hosting a little party at the apartment tonight.’

the expression of disgust slowly forming on his face mixed to the way he directly crossed his arms spoke for him.

he hated the idea, and he was pretty quick to say it too. but as you were about to argue back, saying how it was a shared apartment and not his, he spoke up again, cutting you off.

‘it’d better be clean by tomorrow.’

you frowned at his words. you had made an entire conversation in your mind the whole day before you told him. you planned any arguments he’d have to say and what to reply. you truly expected his reaction to be more hostile, but in the end he simply.. agreed ? no requests nor remarks ?

it was so unlike him, who always seemed to have something to reproach you. the way you sometimes let the door of your room opened, the way you brought friends without warning. yeah he definitely hated living with you, and he usually didn’t mind making it clear to you. but not this time, and well you weren’t going to complain about the sudden change of behavior.

it was probably exceptional you thought. just as he got up, ready to leave the library he had been studying in before you arrived and you couldn’t help but ask.

‘why did you agree so easily ? to reproach me something else later mh ?’

you weren’t that arrogant usually, but he had this vibe around him and the look in his eyes, as if he was barely listening to you that made it too hard to handle without saying anything.

you definitely despised his attitude. there could be worse roommates in the world you thought, but you’d exchange them all against that one guy if anyone suggested it to you, because he knew exactly how to piss you off and sometimes you even asked yourself whether he didn’t enjoy it.

‘what ? i don’t care about you’ he giggled. he didn’t seem to find the situation funny, so you easily deduced he was mocking your sudden confidence. indeed, you made it all about yourself right now but you didn’t really think before you spoke.

‘i’m not home tonight. do as you please, but i don’t want anyone in my room.’

‘of course.’

‘good. bye stupid.’ he walked away, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and had turned his back on you when you raised your middle finger at him.

you sure despised him. but you were still well educated, and it was an evidence that you weren’t going to let anyone enter his privacy without his consent.

the rest of the day passed by quite fast and you didn’t see him again. you didn’t even ask where he went. not that you cared, but well, perhaps he found it a bit impolite of you.

or perhaps he already forgot your existence.

but these thoughts quickly faded away when your phone lightened. you had a few notifications; all from lumine. she looked stunning for the party tonight, and she asked what time she was supposed to be coming.

you didn’t host parties really often so you didn’t even know what to tell her, instead letting her the choice. she sent a bunch of emoticons when announcing she was leaving her place to join yours right now.

you confirmed it was okay, while walking towards the elevator only to find a paper sticked on the doors that made you heave a long, deep sigh.

not working. please use the stairs

you were living on the tenth floor, and it honestly tired you only to think of the amount of stairs you’d have to climb to get home.

you took a look at your watch.

8pm.

you finished classes late today, and all you craved right now was a warm shower, and finding back your bed after the long day. but since you had several guests, you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep before late in the night and you knew it.

you didn’t even remember the reason you invited so many people at your place to party because you didn’t know most of them since you told your friends to bring their friends.

but the reason of that party was still fresh and clear in your mind.

he would be there, the guy you’ve been having a slight crush on had confirmed his presence a few days ago and it genuinely made you happy. however, now that it was in a few hours and depriving you from sleeping, you hated your own idea.

but it was way too late to cancel, especially since your friend had gotten herself so fancy to spend the night at your place.

you stopped thinking about this when arriving on the tenth floor, in front of your apartment. you slid your key in the lock of the door but since it couldn’t fit entirely, scaramouche probably got home before you.

‘ugh, you did it again ! open the door asshole.’ you shouted while hitting on the door repeatedly.

you didn’t care whether he was busy or not, he sometimes had his earphones on and couldn’t hear you knocking like crazy and it did happen once or twice where you were stuck out of your apartment because of this. so naturally, you didn’t have the patience to deal with this anymore.

‘what are you doing ?’ his voice spoke from behind you, making you jump.

his eyes fixed on your face were clearly judging you and the way you probably seemed insane from another perspective than yours.

‘w-what are you..? who’s inside ?’ you whispered, quite confused after you insulted him who was actually innocent all this time…

just as you asked, a woman opened the door, and crossed her arms against her chest.

‘good evening y/n.’

mrs ningguang, the owner of the apartment you both were renting was standing in front of you, a bit confused as to what just happened. she crossed her arms and greeted scaramouche with a nod, to which he responded the same way.

‘my apologies for this incident y/n. i had something to see with scaramouche about his contract, so he allowed me to come in with my own keys.’

she did seem genuinely sorry about her mistake, but the way she looked at you two as if suspecting something quickly made you uncomfortable.

it only happened a few seconds before she spoke up again, interrupting the heavy era surrounding the three of you that quite started to become suffocating at this point.

‘please come in, i wouldn’t want to bother.’

after that scaramouche was the first one to do so. you were staying unmoving, overthinking about everything and didn’t even notice her silhouette fading away inside your apartment, leaving both of you on the corridor.

scaramouche turned around, facing you, his brows pinched together and his face wearing that usual playful, mocking look you hated.

‘idiot. is making a fool of yourself the only thing you’ve mastered in your life ?’ his arrogant smile and giggles pissed you off, but before you got the chance to add anything, he had joined ningguang already.

they were both talking in the kitchen when you joined your room, throwing your stuff on your bed before laying down on it. god you hated him. he despised you and it was reciprocal. your hate towards each other was evident but you couldn’t help that strange feeling overwhelming you.

ningguang said they had something to check about his contract. was he leaving ? no way. his year in college wasn’t over yet and since he was studying just before, you knew he was not going to drop school.

did he hate living with you that much ? of course you despised it too. but to leave your place only because of him seemed quite impossible to you. and in all honesty you wished it was the same to him because it became a part of your routine by now, and imagining not having his mockery everyday seemed impossible to you.

‘why am i even worrying, i should be satisfied.’ you said to yourself. and if you were honest with yourself, a part of you was indeed satisfied but you couldn’t help but wonder : why did he hate you that much ?

because as much as he, was mean to you; you, had always been kind to him from the very beginning only starting to stop your little attentions and efforts to get to know him after he pushed you away several times.

you already lived in the apartment when he joined and since there was only two rooms, he had been your only roommate for a few months now.

you remembered the day he joined was sunny, a great day in perspective and he had somehow managed to ruin it to you. you had knocked on his door as he was organizing his room and his stuff.

‘do you want some ? i always drink some when it’s hot outside’ probably were the first words you’ve addressed him, handing out a glass of your personal favorite drink.

‘no thanks. close the door behind you please.’ he had said back then. he definitely made it clear from the very beginning, how he had no intention of dealing with you.

and even today, he never changed his mind over the past months of living together. but you got used to it, and in the end, you showed him the same appreciation he showed you.

after a bit of overthinking and plunging back into your memories, you finished dressing up. you looked super good, as if overthinking while preparing yourself was a necessary step in your beauty routine.

you could hear ningguang about to take her leave, and as much as you hated to do this you couldn’t help but eavesdropping after hearing her question.

‘is the cohabitation not going well ?’

you couldn’t reproach it to her the way she asked it, with a bit of worry in her voice as she spoke to him after she heard you acting crazy while throwing insults at him earlier.

but if only she knew he was the one who was super mean with you.

‘no. everything’s fine.’ he only said and they exchanged last goodbyes. you left your room right after she left.

‘why did you lie ?!’

‘i didn’t, leave me al-‘ he started to say before suddenly stopping himself with little to no explication about it.

‘so you’re leaving ? as if i was the insufferable one out here.’ you stated before giggling, you were obviously a bit offended but you were certainly off topic judging by the expression on his face.

‘i’m not leaving ?’ he said right away.

he was unmoving, his brows furrowed and his eyes not able to detach themselves of you.

‘what ? you thought you’d be getting rid of me ?’ you weren’t sure, but pretty much caught a hint of hurt in the way he asked this.

‘hell if i care’

he approached slowly.

‘you would miss me ?’ he asked. his voice was low and softer than the usual, yet his eyes reflected the same playfulness than before.

he was pretty close to you now and grabbed your chin, turning your face to the left. you had absolutely no idea what he was up too because he was not often —not to say never— initiating physical contact with you.

‘don’t wear this. it’s ugly.’ he said, grabbing your earring and putting it right into your hand.

‘what are you-‘ you started to say. your eyes were looking right into his, desperately trying to find the meaning of this but the aggressive sound of the doorbell cut the moment you were sharing.

lumine was there. and since she was on her way up to the tenth floor you were located in, scaramouche left with no answers to your questions. he only grabbed his jacket and walked past the door, waving goodbye.

‘have fun, ugly.’

he did say this, but the way his eyes couldn’t stop staring at you just before, said otherwise.

you sure would confront him later about this. acting so weird and then leaving was definitely not going to be left unquestioned. but for now, you had to organize your living-room for it to be able to welcome all of your invites.

your room was cleaned and tidied already. you were not planning to lend it to anyone though, but we never know.

‘you’re gorgeous y/n !’ lumine shouted, taking her phone off her pocket suggesting you’d take a photo before everyone arrives.

you ended up taking plenty of them and you looked so good in every single picture.

you finally managed to chose one and posted it on your social media. you weren’t posting lots of stuff, but you looked really good on this one and wanted to share it.

surprisingly, your instagram story had already several views despite your account not being followed by lots of people. and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes when seeing the first account commenting in your dms.

sc4ramouchh_ : followed my orders i see. i like it better.

there was obvious rudeness in his message, as if he didn’t try to hide it. yet, it still brought a slight smile to your face that you quickly hid before your friend asked more questions. perhaps because, for once, his interaction wasn’t punctuated by an insult.

sc4ramouchh_ : still ugly tho.

yeah you found it weird too, rolling your eyes and only sending him a middle finger emote as a response. you ended up turning off your phone for the rest of the night. you definitely wouldn’t let that hateful guy ruin it to you in any way.

‘shall we put on some music ?’’ lumine asked, showing off her phone and her playlist entitled ‘lumine’

‘you have a playlist named after yourself ?’ you only found to ask. and she giggled ‘i’m sharing my account with my dumb twin brother.’ she replied. ‘and he listens to shitty old rock songs.’

in the end you played a random playlist from a stranger, waiting for people to come. and they weren’t so long to join y’all.

your friends finally made their way and you could definitely say the party was a great success; if it was not for your crush who had not arrived yet. at this point you even asked yourself if he would, but you were too busy dancing, drinking and chatting to really think about it.

‘drinking games ?’ a voice spoke up over the crowd.

you looked around you. the lights were shut down so you didn’t see where the suggestion came from. you knew some of the people and didn’t know the other half so you had to admit you weren’t particularly comfortable with the idea of sharing a drinking game with strangers.

but lumine took your hand in hers, interlocking your fingers. ‘let’s play together mh ?’

she definitely wasn’t one of your best friends for no reason. she knew you by heart and obviously she realized you were stressed out by both the idea of the game and the idea of refusing to participate which is why she flew to your help immediately.

‘which game ?’ someone asked, and the music volume had been put down a bit.

everyone gathered in the living-room, pushing some objects here and there to find a seat after you told them it was okay.

you were now all sitting down on the floor, some on the sofa, in a circle and finally you got to see the face of the person who suggested the game. she was super pretty, and drawing lots of attention to her but now in a bad way at all, she was simply super charismatic.

‘we’ll be playing never have i ever.’

the loud reactions were betraying everyone’s expectations for it. you knew the game, never played it before but it surely wasn’t so hard to get; right ?

several turns passed before it got to be yours, so you got to see how it was played. players were announcing something they never done, and if you did it, you had to drink.

you were asked to stand up to speak which didn’t make you feel good already, but since it was dark most of people —not to say all of them— had drank, you figured out it’d be okay for you to be honest, because people would not remember it anyway.

and as much as you’ve always been called a loser for this, you felt confident enough to admit it out loud today. because the night was great, and the several people you talked with were super cool.

‘never have i ever.. kissed another person.’

this was it.

the silence that fell upon you after you said this, was more brutal than anything.

they were all keeping silent for a while, looking at you. only the music could barely be heard since the volume had been turned lower.

some took a sip from their drink while staring at you, a judgmental smile on their faces. others simply kept their eyes fixed on you before speaking up their surprise.

‘nah stop your nonsense, say an actual thing.’

‘y/n you’re no fun.’

‘of course they’re not lying, i mean..’ the giggles after that pained you.

it meant nothing and everything at the same time and it fucking hurt to feel so rejected in your own party. these people were no friends of yours, but you sincerely thought they appreciated you and in the end, they came only to have some fun, free alcohol and music and didn’t give a single fuck about you.

of course you weren’t going to expect making dozens of new friends in one night. but you expected some respect, and minimum appreciation because they were in your house and what just happened, made it feel like you were excluded. as if you weren’t in your home anymore.

‘that game is lame.’ someone only said, turning the volume back up and everyone suddenly moved on. but your brain replayed the scene over and over again.

you had lost lumine by now, had no idea where she was so you went to text her, but couldn’t find your phone. surely you had put it somewhere safe because you weren’t naive to the point of trusting every single person that stepped past the front door tonight.

you opened the door to your room, but it was occupied by a random person who was drunk and sleeping and you didn’t have the heart to throw them away.

you closed the door and looked around the room, observing each of them. some were drinking again, their eyes slowly drifting into the void. some were dancing as if energy was never missing. and there was you. alone. at your own party.

your apartment was full and your room busy. you indeed had nowhere to go; and in the end you found yourself forced to go to the only unoccupied place of the apartment; scaramouche’s bedroom.

it was dark.

you had never entered in here before. the decoration was quite basic. a guitar on the right side of his desk, multiple clothes pending, all dark obviously. you stopped looking at everything and only went to sit on the floor, in the corner of the room.

you brought your two hands to your face, hiding it. you felt ashamed. not that you had any reasons to, but you couldn’t help but feeling that way.

the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been experimenting was playing with you in a way you despised.

you heard the door of the room opening slowly, and someone grumbling right after.

‘so you’re here y/n. you could check out your fucking phone sometimes. i was locked outside ! stupid you let your key in the door and i couldn’t enter my own apartment.’

and he kept on complaining over and over again. the idea of him being stuck outside the apartment sounded fun to you because he did it to you several times before. but you weren’t really in a mood for joking.

‘are you even listening to me ?’ scaramouche shouted at you and you heard him kneeling in front of you but you still had your hands hiding your face.

‘mhh’ you didn’t find the strength to speak actual words.

‘hey are you drunk ?’ scaramouche took your wrist, to allow himself to see your face, and his eyes widen to the sight. your eyes were swollen and your gaze empty.

‘have you been crying ? did one of them hurt you ? y/n ?’

you weren’t replying. how could you possibly tell him your true feelings and what had happened when you were so ashamed of it still.

the tears were starting to seriously threaten to fall down. but you weren’t alone anymore in this room that wasn’t yours and there’d be no way you would cry in front of a man, who literally adored to make fun of you for quite anything he could find.

meanwhile they were all partying outside, and that is when you realized; whether you were here or not didn’t count to these people, they simply wanted to get drunk, but they didn’t like you. they obviously didn’t because no one would do this to someone they like.

‘pathetic.’ he grumbled, pushing onto his right hand to help himself getting up from the floor.

that wasn’t the first and certainly not last time scaramouche would call you something mean you thought, so you didn’t even bother replying and since he left the room right after this, you didn’t have time to do so anyway.

few minutes had passed and as if you realized what happened all of a sudden, you allowed yourself to cry, letting some tears fall down on their own. you were staring at the ceiling when you heard the music stop.

it was sudden and brutal.

judging by the various complaining voices you heard, that wasn’t part of their party. yes their, because you weren’t a part of it anymore, not after you decided to lock yourself into your roommate’s room.

after a pretty long moment where you even asked yourself if he would, scaramouche got back.

‘they’re all gone.’

he approached you slowly but didn’t get down at your level this time. he even commanded you to get up, which you did because after all, it was still his room and even though he wasn’t supposed to be there tonight, he had all the rights to throw you away.

‘stop crying y/n, it doesn’t suit you.’

his words were harsh. and yeah he certainly never won the award of the best comforting person ever; but there was something about the way his gaze softened and his voice changed.

his whole being turned out much sweeter than usually.

‘never have i ever felt so humiliated before’ you finally said.

you didn’t know what was with you so that you felt comfortable enough to vent to him. but you definitely needed to talk now. and since lumine had disappeared who knows where, you only had him.

he listened.

and he wiped your tears away. his fingers were soft, and caressing your cheeks gently.

‘never have i ever seen a person like you.’

‘which is.. ?’

his choice of words did confuse you, especially after you thought of earlier on the entry when you were getting ready to welcome lumine and he was about to take his leave.

‘lots of things… everything.’

his voice helped calming yourself down a bit. his words were sometimes messy and also wrongly chosen but the sincerity going with it was saving it all.

the rest of the night passed by, scaramouche offered his bed if you wanted to sleep multiple times but you said you didn’t want him to lose his bed over you only because of the failure that party was.

so instead you spent the night talking and confessing to him about lots of things and it was as if you had a brand new scaramouche with you.

as if it was the same person, but things had changed about him.

his purple eyes were full of tender and barely closing themselves as if wanting to keep looking at you for hours. you were just too beautiful and he was fond of it.

the playfulness and mockery had faded away from his face tonight.

just for tonight, you’d make an effort, you thought. just like he made one probably only after he saw how bad you were feeling.

tomorrow the insufferable roommate would be back.

or perhaps,

scaramouche cared about you enough to stop with all this comedy he played for himself. it was obvious that he did care more than he let it show.

because he listened to you rambling over again on the same subject. because he stayed up all night with the only thought of making you feel better.

and because the way his hand caressed yours the whole night, was everything but friendly.

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peachpassionfruit · 10 months

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if it wasn’t for the nights!

🏹 an XO, kitty inspired genshin smau!!

synopsis … y/n supposedly is a master at love. having met her long-distance boyfriend while on a university visit, she excitedly transferred out her hometown of mondstadt to attend school alongside him at teyvat university. it’s a surprise, and she’s quite excited to spring it on him at the introductory celebration, yet she finds him with another woman. she’s oblivious to the fact that it’s a fake relationship for both of their benefits, and instead, she is utterly heartbroken, stuck in a foreign land, with an ex that supposedly cheated on her… only staying for friends and the chance to get closer to her dead parent. will things be repaired, or will she find some other love here?

afab reader … scaramouche x reader x childe love triangle!

masterpost !!

🏹 notes … and here’s the idea i’ve been pondering over the past few days!! this is going to be my first multi-part fic on here, and i’m nervous eeee i’m still figuring out how to navigate this blogs (and frankly the apps for the smau 💀) but i’m excited as i love the show and these characters ofc!!

🏹 taglist … msg to be added!!

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sonder-paradise · 1 year

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐄-𝐖𝐚 — 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

◊ ft. musician!scaramouche, 5wirl, gn!reader

◊ genre. band au, enemies to lovers(?)

◊ synopsis. an unexpected night out chasing your band down finds you scouting an underground artist with a sharp tongue. but a record deal with your company seems to be the last thing on his mind. then again, you are kind of cute.

◊ wc. 1.8k

◊ art credit. @araaraimpact on twt

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"I said no."

"But you didn't even read the contract."

"I don't need to. I said no. Can't you hear?"

You stared harshly at the young man before you. His eyes narrowed and arms crossed as he refused to even touch the series of papers before him. Sweat clung to his skin and his red eyeliner was smudged slightly on his right eye but he still held steadfast to his composure.

The nerve of him! Your eyes glanced away to the side of his dressing room. There was an abundance of flowers and gifts sitting on his mirror stand but nothing, in particular, stood out to you. He followed your gaze before adjusting his body to block your vision from it.

"What more do you want from me?" he snapped. It was becoming clear that exhaustion from the night would be settling in soon and his agitation would not be a good thing to deal with at the moment.

You let out a sigh before heading towards the door. "Just think about it, okay?"

So what had led you to the dressing room of an underground artist in the first place? That situation could be blamed on a particular client of yours: Venti.

"Come onnn!" he whined, tugging on your jacket sleeve. You shot him a warning glare, smacking him gently with the tip of your pen. Ink spurt from the tip of it and smudged against Venti's forehead. He gasped dramatically, quickly rubbing away the dark ink.

"I already said no, Venti. You have a rehearsal with the others tomorrow evening and we don't even have tickets to this... Scar Mochi-whatever guy's concert," you said sternly.

He groaned dramatically, looking to Kazuha and Heizou who sat in the other corner seemingly chatting about the band's upcoming concert. "Don't you guys wanna go?? It'll be fun, promise!"

Kazuha's calm expression shifted into an amused one and that's when you knew you were screwed. "Well, it might be entertaining. According to the schedule, we're free Friday night and who knows he might be good."

Heizou nodded enthusiastically; A little too excited to be breaking your meticulous schedule for the week. "Agreed! If Xiao and Aether are in, so am I!"

You could practically feel Venti's puppy dog eyes radiating into the back of your skull as you deadpanned at the rest of his bandmates. Darn these men.

"I said: no. And no means no. Got it?"

"Yes, manager..."

"What do you mean they're not here?!" you exclaimed. Your grip on the phone might have been enough to snap the device in half. Honestly, these boys had no respect for your rules.

"We apologize for the inconvenience. It appears they headed to a small bar nearby though. We can retrieve them now if you'd like," the voice on the other side said. Clearly, they were at the concert you explicitly warned them not to go to.

"No, I'll get them back myself. I don't want to interrupt the concert. Just bring the car around in an hour."

And so, here you were, staring at the five heads of your silly clients. The vibe of the crowd was electric and wild. Lights and speakers blared sharp and vibrant waves of energy into the collecting people. Yet, you could only blankly glare at the very familiar men that had collected at the front of the stage.

Completely unaware of your presence, Venti elated bounced on the balls of his feet whilst Kazuha chatted with him fondly about the artist. Aether and Heizou, the ever mischievous of the five appeared to be laughing at something on Xiao's phone. The latter of which had spotted your figure behind them. He tugged on Venti's sweater before whispering into his ear.

In a second, Venti's face went pale as he turned like a slow clock towards your direction. "Y/n! Y-You're here too? What a coincidence!"

"I thought I told you five to stay inside and not. go. to. this. concert! How did you even get tickets?!"

Venti pointed at Aether as quickly as he could. Aether laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing away from you. "My sister gave them to me..."

You sighed, about to open your mouth and direct them to leave before the lights slammed shut and the crowd roared with an electrical excitement you had never seen before.

Venti tugged on you expectantly and you had no choice but to submit to his demands. "Fine, but we leave after the first set," you hissed.

As the artist walked onto the stage, you took note of his appearance and style. He seemed popular but clearly not popular enough to have attracted a large talent agency. Then again, his face was familiar. It was possible you had seen him once or twice during meetings.

Red eyeliner decorated the edges of his eyes and the slim-fitting t-shirt he adorned certainly left you wondering whether he worked out. Addressing the crowd didn't seem to be an issue for him either as he promptly elevated the mood of the building almost instantly.

Song after song, he appeared passionate and connective. You could feel Venti nudge you slightly and nod towards the singer as if asking how you liked it so far.

You glanced back at him. From here, you could see the way he worked the crowd and dazzled them with his voice was just a part of his appeal. The banging of the drums and the riff of the electric guitar in the background were just something there to highlight him and only him.

"What did you say his name was?"

"Scaramouche."

"Scaramouche?" Jean repeated, glancing at the file you had laid on her desk. Night after night, this young man had haunted you. There was no way that you could let someone like him go. Work-wise, of course. You nodded, letting her continue scanning the papers. Her expression grew coarse as she read through them. Something akin to a hint of curiosity gathered in her eyes very slowly.

A sigh finally escaped her lips and she seemed to consider your offer. “Alright. A meeting with him wouldn’t hurt. If you can get him to agree to one that is.” You blinked; why wouldn't he agree to a meeting? It was a chance of a lifetime. Surely, someone like him wouldn't reject such an offer.

"I said no."

"But you didn't even read the contract."

"I don't need to. I said no. Can't you hear?"

Unbelievable.

This man was seeping with an unneeded arrogance that was beyond your comprehension. At his second dismissal, you were already out the door and ready to tear that contract. You had never met someone so... frustrating.

"I said no. Can't you hear?" you mocked as you headed towards your car, "Yeah, I can hear alright. Hear how far your head's stuck up your ass."

In the meantime, Scaramouche busied himself with wiping off the leftover red eyeliner that stained the corners of his eyes. His mind rerouted to the agent that had just come in mere moments ago. He swore he remembered them from somewhere but where in particular?

A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts and he frowned upon seeing the purple-haired woman at the door. "I thought I told you not to come," he mumbled.

Ei paused at the door, glancing between the empty couch and back outside. "I wanted to see you. How you were doing, I mean," she said finally, adjusting her glasses.

"I'm fine," Scaramouche said, his mind searched for any news to bring back to her but nothing came.

"Anything else?" Ei continued. Her nervous gaze had shifted back into a more confident one. The young man before her seemed to pale in comparison.

Scaramouche sighed, thinking back to that person again. They still seemed to drift in his mind and he was starting to find it annoying. "I got a offer."

"I see. And you'll be rejecting it as per usual?"

Scaramouche frowned, crossing his arms and leaning back against the dressing room table. The stack of gifts and notes left by fans shifted a little.

"No... actually...!" he said a little too quickly, "I decided to accept it after all. The... uh... agent seemed nice."

He wanted you out of his head already. Rejecting you had already been rough enough but the fact that he was going to be calling you back and insisting for that offer again was going to eat at his conscious.

Ei's eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing else in regard to it. "Alright... if you're certain."

With that, Scaramouche watched the woman disappear out the door before clutching the card you had abandoned on his dresser. He wanted more than anything to tear the wretched thing up and forget about the record deal. But Ei was here, which meant... things were a little different. Besides, you weren't half bad to look at.

An unknown number sung at your phone tonight. You squinted at the caller id but found it unfamiliar.

"Hello? How can I help you?" you chimed.

An odd silence was the only thing to reach you and an irritation bubbled through your mind. If this was Venti and some stupid prank, you swore they were--

"Is this the agent I spoke to the other day?" A familiar voice finally echoed in and in your surprise, you couldn't help but let a knowing grin spread across your features.

"Well, well, well," you laughed, "If it isn't Scaramouche. I thought you said 'no'?"

You could practically hear the steam pouring from his ears as he cursed avidly on the other side of the phone. Whatever had caused this newfound change was certain on your side.

"I... apologize for acting so carelessly the other day," he finally spat out, "If it's still available, I want to look at the contract again."

You let out a thoughtful hum, letting your silence burn the poor man's pride. "I don't know about that. The contract I gave you was a rather limited offer. I'm sure you know that, don't ya?"

Once again that ever-so delightful silence radiated from the other side of the phone and you grinned maliciously at his next words.

"I'm aware of that," he said through clearly gritted teeth, "But after rethinking, I hope you can look past our previous discussion..."

Oh, this was too fun. Perhaps a little too fun as you let out a stifled giggle. The noise lit a spark in Scaramouche.

"Listen, I know you're fucking around with me, goddammit. Just tell me whether or not the contract is still valid!"

The response had you rolling in your grave. Wiping tears from your eyes and clutching your stomach, you said, "Yes, yes. The contract is still being offered. Come in tomorrow morning and we can go through the details. I'll send you an address. Anything else?"

A short quiet filled the empty space before a very quiet, very minute phrase was uttered by the stubborn musician on the other end.

"Thank you..."

Well, how cute.

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covenantofthedeep · 1 year

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can i call you tonight? ☆

feat. | scaramouche for chiyo bc u asked, just 10 years later summary | seeing scara after a long time :) set in a coffee shop and modern a/n | tfw u havent written in like three months so u forgot ur formatting and also why do u shitpost sm ✨ and also ur formatting is ugly af time to change it but ur too lazy what the fuck sunny. also ps im sorry if this is ooc

scaramouche |

you haven't heard from scaramouche for ages--probably weeks? probably months? honestly, you're trying to forget, you swear, but you really can't. it takes everything in you to not check who it is when the cafe door opens, every single time.

maybe this time... maybe this time it'll be him, you tell yourself when the bell jingles above the door.

you used to go to the cafe to work, because at home, it was too loud, crowded with your family. you have your own place now; there's no reason why you stay at the cafe besides the fact that you met him there the very first time.

he had rushed in from the rain, dripping wet, and painfully short, and your heart had jumped. you'd seen him around town, buying various things (he'd taken a clear hankering to unagi chazuke) and walking. you'd watched him as he'd plodded to the cash register, ordering a coffee (black). you hadn't been able to take your eyes off of him as he'd sat down beside you.

you had scooted your stuff away, which had prompted him to gruffly ask, "is this seat taken?"

"no," you'd replied, closing your laptop and folding your arms over it. "scaramouche, right?"

that had kindled a friendship--and dare you say, even more?--but then one night, he'd left. not a word, not a letter, not anything. just up and left. it had torn a hole in your heart that you tried to fill with too-sweet coffee and running mile after mile, covering stretches of land in the hopes that you'd glimpse his face.

you loathed how you thought about him, how you dreamt up scenarios where he'd walk into the cafe, apologizing for his absence (usually, something had happened to the tsaritsa and he'd had to leave) and sitting down beside you. sometimes, when you hated yourself, you'd imagine him walking in with someone else on his arm.

you lose yourself in your daydream, sipping slowly at your intensely sweet coffee of the day, when someone pulls up a chair across from you. you ignore them and turn up your music, hoping they'll get the hint. can't they tell?? you're lost in your daydream.

three songs play before the other person apparently decides they've had enough and clears their throat. you glance up and a flush washes over your body, background sounds disappearing. your hands tremble a little bit (fucking hell, you want to laugh at yourself) and you can feel a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you stifle a little laugh.

you set your tea down, trying to calm your racing heart down, to no avail. he can probably tell how much you'd missed him right on your face. probably it's written right across your forehead: I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I THOUGHT UP AT LEAST 100 SCENARIOS ABOUT YOU COMING BACK.

this is so stupid, you tell yourself, slowly taking off your headphones. "no way," you mutter, "no way you're back."

he spreads his arms out wide, leaning back in his chair, just as he always did. "what can i say? i missed you."

you scoff, but this time, you can't stop the smile spreading across your face. "i'm mad, just so you know," you tell him, but pull your chair closer to his. "and i have work to do."

"oh," he says. is it just you, or is he a little bit disappointed? huh. maybe he did miss you after all.

"can i call you tonight?" you ask, packing your things up. "i mean--i will. i will call you tonight."

"yes," you hear him call out as you shut the cafe door behind you.

you walk away with a little pep in your step, beaming so wide it hurts your cheeks.

#ik this is written differently from my usual style #sorry guys #ummmm yeah i haven't written in so long but figured why not :]#gonna try answering all my asks?#or mayhap i will just clear my inbox and ask fornew ones lol #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche fluff #guys is this angst or fluff #scaramouche fic #scaramouche #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi fluff #kunikuzushi x yn

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peachesandmilktea · 1 year

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artwork by ayu_kawa3 on twt

𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝒹

TW: Slight yandere implications, puppet Scaramouche, kind of a character study.

Scaramouche didn’t deserve love.

He knew that, almost too well. Worthlessness ran through veins void of blood beneath his porcelain flesh, too cold to be held in anything but a deadly grip by his numerous opponents. There was nothing soft about him - not his words, not his past, not even his skin, puppet-like as it was, disgustingly harsh to any touch. And perhaps that was fitting, in a way. A man too soft not to be discarded turning out to be solely made of sharp edges and icy ceramic.

People liked to play with dolls, and so he played with people.

A just retribution.

Men would fall in the wake of his plans, their lives torn from their hands like a candle flame blown by a mere summer breeze. Blood would spill, the very same kind of crimson he couldn’t find in himself, and there was something fascinating about the way it coated his hands whenever he was done. Had he been human, perhaps the scarlet nuance of it would have sunk into the lines on his palms - life line, luck line, love line. Or just a bit lower, on a soulmate mark branding his wrist, right above a pulsing vein.

But his skin was fair, smooth there, like everywhere else.

Perfect. The most splendid puppet there is, crafted by the hands of a God.

Only second to-

He crushed the thought under his heel whenever it arose in his mind. He’d learned, early enough, that jealousy and frustration were but ambrosia, a nectar to be relished in. Fury was to be feasted on and oh, it satiated him in ways food or drinks never could. Scaramouche bit on his anger, chewed it with fangs sharper than a sword, and spat out the loneliness and powerlessness that came with it, just like one discarded the bones of a chicken after a satisfying dinner.

Just like he’d been discarded, himself.

Sometimes, that very loneliness stuck to his gums, and the taste of it refused to leave his tongue. He caught himself staring at that little spot right before the crook of his palm took shape then, brushing against the emptiness of it with fingers colder than Snezhnayan winds. And perhaps he pictured something there - a mark, a name, a few words that would only make sense once he met whoever was fated to claim them, anything.

But there was nothing on his wrist, and there would be no one for him, either.

The only brand he was ever meant to bear was his mother’s, seared in the shape of her seal on the back of his neck. He’d attempted to get rid of it, once - three betrayals had birthed an anger more bitter even than poison in the void of his chest, and nothing would soothe it, he knew, but pain, blood and that goddamn fury that always seemed to be his most loyal companion.

He’d raised a knife to the back of his neck.

Had let the blade brush against the skin, there.

Before that empty wrist of his was snatched away by disgustingly human fingers, warm and pulsing with life. They’d tightened over him like loneliness tightened over that heart he didn’t own but fantasized he did, and he’d hissed, almost in pain. He couldn’t cling into anger no more for that kind of rage feasted on suffering and he’d been kept from causing it, so-

“What the hell are you doing?” the stranger demanded, and Scaramouche didn’t wait a second before retaliating.

His fist closed around her throat, stealing every ounce of breath from her lungs. Her back hit the shrine he’d been dwelling next to - the very sight that had awaken the blood thirst still clinging to his mind like a parasite. If he couldn’t spill his own, maybe he would spill hers, that stranger’s who dared touch him so casually, that insolent little-

His eyes widened when he took her in.

A shrine maiden.

She took advantage of his confusion. With those clothes of hers, too wide, an ocean of red and white, Scaramouche failed to notice her movements - before he could do anything to avoid the hit, her kick caught him right behind the knee, making him stumble. His grip weakened, and she freed herself from his claws, because of course, she would.

It didn’t matter that in another life, she would have been worshiping him.

They stared at each other for what might have been a minute. He felt her gaze on him, harsh, furious, and the feel of it was so familiar it would have been a breath of fresh her into his lungs had he borne any. Hatred was like coming home, and perhaps he was - she was an embodiment of the divinity that had discarded him, after all. Soon enough, she would attempt to chase him away like his mother had done, and he would kill her and soothe his anger the best way he knew - with blood, and a god-worshiper’s screams for mercy.

Instead, she pinched her lips, as if in deep thought.

And her eyes fell on his neck, right where the blade had slightly broken the skin.

“It looks bad,” she said. “Stay here. I’ll go get something to patch you up.”

Uh?

In less than a second, she disappeared inside the little temple, leaving him alone with more confusion on his hands than he knew what to do with. She hadn’t even acknowledged his violence, as if it didn’t fucking exist. He loathed the mere thought, but either she’d been right or she’d taken that fury of him with her, for he felt it leaving his chest, seeping through his ribs slow and steady like stream water.

He wasn’t used to being ignored, not now that he was a harbinger.

It made his anger feel useless.

She came back a while later, and Scaramouche himself didn’t understand why he’d remained there, waiting. In her hands, she cradled bandages the same white as her sleeves, and he found the gesture laughable - perhaps she hadn’t noticed, but he couldn’t bleed. There was nothing for her to wipe away and secure behind a bit of fair fabric. What he’d cut through was ceramic, and it would repair on its own.

Yet, the strange shrine maiden took a step towards him, raised a hand to push back the collar of his kimono.

He caught her wrist in the same way she’d caught his, earlier.

Tight, tight, tight, like the cage of fate.

“Are you fucking blind?” he spat, his words filled with less violence than he’d meant to. “Can’t you see there’s no blood? Keep your hands to yourself before I cut them off, mutt.”

She eyed her wrist, right where his fingers circled her flesh.

They covered the mark she bore, there. He didn’t want to see it, either, didn’t want to remind himself of the emptiness of his own skin. The mere thought of it made anger bubble inside his chest once more, filling the void birthed by the absence of a heart. The return of his fury was soothing, in a way.

But it escaped him once more when she raised her eyes to his and asked, sour:

“And are you fucking dumb?” she asked, in the very same tone he’d addressed her. “Instead of ripping through your own goddamn flesh, why don’t you hide that mark of yours instead?” A sigh rolled on her tongue, and Scaramouche realized the sound was almost playful. “That’s what most of us do, anyway.”

For a second, he didn’t understand what she meant by those last words.

Then, he let his fingers part from her wrist.

The skin underneath was empty, just like his.

“I covered it with makeup,” she explained with a little hum while he stared, confused. The violence birthed in his chest by her previous insolence was dead now, no more than embers slowly turning to ashes. “Until I make the right shade for you, you can use bandages to hide that mark of yours.”

Hiding it didn’t feel enough - he wanted it gone.

“Why?” he snarled, the word hissing through his gritted teeth.

She met his gaze once more. Somehow, her eyes made him feel small. We’re equals, it seemed to claim. You’re neither above me, nor below. Not a god, not an empty puppet, simply a stranger wandering the woods nearby my temple.

She was wrong, but Scaramouche didn’t have the heart to correct her.

How fucking ironic. Yes, right.

“Why am I being nice to you?” she wondered, an eyebrow arched in pretend surprise. “To some people, it’s natural, you know. Perhaps you should try it.”

A snarl caught on his lips.

His fingers twitched, longing to catch her by the throat once more, and make her spill her truth. Yet, he found he couldn’t - what if her lips stayed shut should he assault her once more ? Answers, that’s what he needed most then, or at least it felt like it.

She was hiding her soulmate mark.

Why would she discard something he’d yearned for his whole life?

“Stupid,” he spat instead, the toughest violence he could afford. That felt weak, still. “Why do you hide it? Doesn’t every pathetic girl dream of their sworn lover?”

A laugh rolled on her tongue, and it echoed in his ears like raindrops.

Clear, gentle, and fresh.

“Misogynistic much, isn’t it?”

Scaramouche only groaned in response. She pursed her lips, holding back her smile - why? he wondered, for he wanted to see it - before sparing him the wait for an answer.

“Fate bores me,” she explained, her gaze averting from his face to get lost in the details of the bandages she held. The fabric seemed softer when she was the one to fold it just right. Scaramouche didn’t even protest when she wrapped it around his mark, too enthralled by her words as he was.

“Perhaps I’ll uncover it someday, but I want to choose,” she kept going. “See my soulmate for myself, and decide whether I want to remain by their side or not. I’ve seen enough men using those marks as a way to collar their lover, in an animalistic claim, almost. Should I marry a beast, I want to choose which one.”

She smiled, her fingers gently tapping on his mark as she tested the strength of the bandage.

“Are all men beasts, then?” Scaramouche wondered in a growl, for he didn’t know why, but he wanted her to keep talking.

The sound of her voice echoed into the emptiness of his chest, as if calling for the heart he didn’t own. There was something fascinating about her words, a ridiculous sense of arrogance he usually loathed in mortals - no one could walk against fate, no matter what she thought.

Perhaps he could see that arrogance in himself, too.

And perhaps that was why she felt like home.

“Lucky you’re not a man, then,” she commented, playful.

For the first time since that morning, when he woke up craving pain and blood, Scaramouche felt a scoff roll on his tongue. She’d softened his edges with the gentleness of her hold on that hated mark of his, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“No, I’m not,” he hummed in affirmation, glancing at her wrist once more.

Not a man, but a puppet, the words seemed to echo around him, singing into the breeze blowing through the branches of the cherry trees.

Not a man, but a discarded doll, the lying stars seemed to say, twinkling as they were above his head.

Not a man, but a god, Il Dottore’s voice whispered in his ear.

Hours later, the sun rose above the horizon, and he left her there, that shrine maiden. Spared her life and walked away without a single look behind, despite her insolence, despite the fact that her blood should have coated his hands.

If it was his first act of mercy as an all-powerful deity, then so be it.

Soon enough, he would travel to Sumeru, to take his rightful place there.

And perhaps someday, he would come back and teach her, that stranger without a mark.

That the only beings weaving mortals’ fate as they wished were the gods, and he would be one soon enough.

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I wrote this in literally five seconds in between two nightmarish essays, i stg i never wrote THAT FAST in my life. wasn't really inspired but ehhh i think i kinda like it??? oh and i wrote the beginning of a part 2 to this so maybe i'll post it soon

also i've been obsessed with Genshin please send me all the requests thanks ❤️

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gravy-kfc · 1 year

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This is a rewrite of my book in Wattpad "Everything Goes" the rewrite isn't released yet but it will be soon! This is just the introduction of the rewrite! If you want to see the full story or the original here's my user in Wattpad: @Coffee_FX

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༄ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚎𝚜 ༄

“Kabukimono…” Sobs and hiccups escaped the puppet’s mouth as you held him. There was nothing that mattered to him at that moment…

The grip on your sleeves was tight as if fear consumed him, fear consumed his whole body—eating him up slowly. He began to open his mouth yet all he could let out were incoherent words that made you raise a brow. You don’t know what to do…

How could you understand how he feels? You can’t feel anything…

There was a hole in your heart that you can’t seem to fill…emptiness only continues to swallow you alive as the boy only continues to cry in your arms. Your arms were cold…that only made the puppet cry louder. “Please…don’t….leave me…” He said in between his chokes and sobs. You rub small circles on his back, you don’t know what to say…

You can’t make a promise you can’t keep.

Everything goes eventually…

There were two birds on a branch, a branch that could snap and break at any moment. Yet despite that, they still held on.You stared at the two birds with curious eyes. If the branch breaks will one fall and the other fly? Or will they fly together and go in separate ways? Either way, one will leave the other, for making a promise to never leave someone is unrealistic in this world. There were gods, immortal beings…if someone mortal were to promise by staying with them throughout eternity, then…wouldn’t that end up hurting both the mortal and immortal soul?

You didn’t say anything…

Instead, you keep on holding onto him. Kabukimono, Kunikuzushi...

You loved him dearly…and you still do. Even despite the empty feeling in your heart…you really do love him dearly…

You stared at his lying figure and gave him a loving kiss on the forehead. The kiss gave him such sweet dreams, he would only wish that he never woke up. You left a letter beside him and walked away with a bitter feeling in your chest.

It was years ago yet he remembers it as clear as day.

A strange man was drifting along the harsh cold winds of Snezhnaya, his movements were slow yet his face was full of confusion, sadness, and regret. His face held all these mixed emotions as if he was yearning for something. A pity this man looked, yet he continued walking forward as if he had no care for his life. His clothes are a mess and not enough to keep him warm from the cold. With every step he took his movements turned slower until his body gave out and rested in the snow.

"So you came back…" A mumble left the 6th Harbinger's lips as he stared at your lying figure. After years of your disappearance, he found you, he felt…bitter…yet sweet. He didn't understand why you left him, that made him feel sparks of fury in his chest yet…he longed for you. He longed for you to come back and you did. Yet…he didn't expect you to not remember him at all…

A storm raged in his mind.

"You don't remember me at all?!" His hands curled into a fist while you looked at him with confusion. "No…my apologies, I really don't"

"Really!? After all these years you left me, you don't even bother to remember me!?" He shouted his h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶ out. Eerie silence then filled the room, the only noise you can hear is the harbingers breathing and angry sobs. He whipped away his tears, he marked you as his fourth betrayal…that letter you gave him in your disappearance was a lie.

He regretted everything…

He took back the things he said in those times when he was hopelessly in love with you…

You’re not the most beautiful person he has ever met, you are a traitor, a hypocrite.

He fell to his knees, tears falling out of his violet hues. The question that remained in his mind was…why? Why did you leave him? Why did you forget him? After all those times you spent with him…why did you forget them all?

He felt warm arms wrapped around his body. He wanted to pull away, he wanted to throw away your comforting gesture, he wanted to resist your affection. Yet instead of that…he buried himself in your arms. “Please….please stay…stay with me….”

Please…

Don’t leave me…

#genshin impact #wanderer #scaramouche fic #fanfic #genshin angst #scaramouche genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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cottonkendi · 1 year

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Betrayal | 10

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: angst

Warning: some gore, like, an organ just out and about, a bit of a fight scene, profanity

Synopsis: Devastation

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

a/n: third day streak~ here’s to hoping that I finish this series soon ksdsdkjsad but we’re barely halfway there i think. :((

They say that history repeats itself.

You have always dreaded such a phrase, having been one of the beings that was part of history.

You wished for Celestia to pity the mortals that walked this land, hoped for mercy for the ones who you hold close.

Alas, it seems as if your prayers have been ignored as per usual.

The hellish fire that licks at your skin feels as if its seeping into your veins as you clutch Kunikuzushi’s body close to yours, your legs taking you around the area, hoping to find that of the body of Niwa under all of the rubble and smoke that’s licking at every crevice of your body.

You’d have teleported the two of you out of this place the moment Kunikuzushi uttered your name but the boy before you had whispered his pleas for you to find the man who had cared for him for months. Treating him as family.

And as usual, you can never ignore such pleas from Kunikuzushi.

Perhaps it was minutes or mere seconds but soon enough, you see it.

In the corner of your eye, in the middle of the burning furnace, you see the familiar cloth that was wrapped around Niwa’s head, but instead. It lays on a burning piece of wooden beam, wrapped around something small.

It makes your insides curdle as you run towards it, hand quickly snatching it up and immediately teleporting yourself out of this hellscape.

As soon as you’ve made it to somewhere safe, you carefully set Kunikuzushi down on the ground, already treating his wounds with some salve that you take out from the plants, staying silent as you do so, hoping that your mind will follow suit with your own silence.

“His scarf…” The boy before you whispers as he tries to reach out to the scarf beside you.

Taking it out once you’re sure that you’ve taken care of every wound that he may have, you take in a deep breath, a little apprehensive with what the scarf is hiding inside. Carefully, you place it on your lap and slowly unfurl the scarf.

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A heart.

Hidden away in Niwa’s scarf is a heart, the blood staining the cloth as you continue to stare at the organ on your lap.

Your hand can’t help but reach out and touch it, unable to stop yourself from checking if what you’re seeing is reality.

Oh how cruel can fate be…

How merciless must Celestia be to let such a thing happen to him?

It feels like you’re stuck in a trance, only ever looking as the organ starts to disintegrate before your eyes.

Like it wasn’t even there to begin with.

The only thing that pulls you out of your thoughts is the sound of retching.

In a second, you’re beside Kunikuzushi, pulling his hair away as he throws up on the grass, his tears, saliva, and other bodily fluids mixing together as he coughs it all out. The sight alone makes your insides churn, regretting ever letting Escher stay in that village without you there to keep an eye on him.

Oh how you could’ve stopped his plans if you had only warned them all sooner, or much less, taken Escher out yourself. Maybe then the village in Tatarasuna would still be standing.

Perhaps the villagers would still be happily going about their day, calling out for Kunikuzushi, listening to his stories, teaching him what a normal life is.

If only you had taken your weapon and ended him yourself…

Kunikuzushi only lasts for a few more seconds before he leans on you, eyes fluttering close as the tears leave streaks on his porcelain skin.

Cradling him against your body, you carefully take the scarf that’s been laying on the grass, folding it up before tucking it away, the remaining dust of the organ that was previously tucked inside now carefully concealed.

Niwa…

If only you had done something to save them all.

Standing up with Kunikuzushi in your arms, you’re about to teleport away, somewhere far from this place. Somewhere safe…

But instead, you feel a familiar presence getting closer.

Your hair stand up on edge as you stand rigid, your hold on Kunikuzushi getting tighter as you feel the hilt of your weapon against your palm, ready to attack if necessary.

“I see that you’ve seen my present for the village. What did you think of it, adeptus? In my opinion, I thought that the plan was quite lacking, a bit rushed.” The masked figure appears behind a tree, a smirk placed on the man’s face as he gestures behind him. “Personally, I would’ve liked to do it a few days later though I’ve had a feeling that you were catching on to the plan, we wouldn’t want you getting in the way now, do we?”

Gritting your teeth at the way the man chuckles at his own words, you point the blade towards him, the act making the man take a few steps backward with his hands up in mock defeat. “Il Dottore of the harbingers… what is your purpose here? Do you wish for my blade to end your fate now?” You bark out, hand trembling with suppressed anger as the man merely gives you a lazy smile.

“I do not believe in fate. I control my own fate. I control my life. No god shall ever control me-”

“Is that why you grovel at the feet of the tsaritsa? Wasting your knowledge from the akademiya in order to do the cryo archon’s bidding?” You hiss out, emotions going a little out of control when you notice the way the harbinger’s been eyeing Kunikuzushi who’s still tucked away in your arm.

Shaking his head, Dottore crosses his arms. “I wouldn’t say that I’m awfully loyal to the tsaritsa… it’s merely the fact that we may share some goals…”

“And that would be?”

A chuckle leaves his lips once more before pointing at you…

No.

Not at you…

At Kunikuzushi…

Immediately, you’re encasing Kunikuzushi in some vines and other flora before you launch your claymore straight at the harbinger, the metal cutting his cheek as he tries his best to dodge, a yelp leaving his lips when he sees just how close you are to him.

Your claymore flies back to you, another cut marking its way onto Dottore’s arm as he chuckles at his predicament.

He should’ve known not to mess with the adeptus… for how smart he is academically, he sure is foolish.

With every swing of your claymore, the blade gets closer and closer towards his neck, the ground also starts to rumble as more vines spring out from the ground, desperately grasping at his limbs which makes it harder to move.

He really did fuck up…

Before Dottore can even think of teleporting away, he feels a tight grip around his neck, your face merely inches away from his as you glare him down, your other hand holding your claymore above your head, ready to bring it down and end him with a single swing. “Harbinger… what do you want with Kunikuzushi? Answer me now or else you’ll be facing your end now.”

“Even if you kill me now, I have hundreds of segments roaming Teyvat and they’ll hunt you down.” The harbinger tries to threaten you, a smirk plastered on his face in order to show a facade of bravado but alas, you do not care for such things.

Tightening your hold on his neck, you scoff. “Then so be it. I shall tear every single one of your segments to bits and send your body to the tsaritsa. Do not test me, harbinger. You will not like it.”

By now, your hold on his neck has gotten too tight, Dottore’s air circulation has been cut off causing him to cough and gag, his hands trying their best to claw at your arm, hoping to push you off as best as he can.

Alas, it is useless.

“Let m- augh me go now - Irminsul knows of his f-fate! Saving him is fruitless-” With one swing from your arm, the sharp edge of your claymore makes contact with his neck, effectively severing it from his body.

Huffing, you let go of his body, letting it fall limp on the ground as the flora start to emerge around his body, burying itself inside his remains until he’s completely covered in it. “Let your segments know of your fate… this too shall be theirs if they continue your plans with Kunikuzushi. I will exact the wrath of the archons upon you.”

Turning your back, shed your weapon away from you, willing it away as you open your arms for Kunikuzushi, the flora that was protecting him opening up for you to take him back in your arms, glad that he was not touched by the harbinger.

Ever so carefully, you wipe away the remaining tears that cling to his lashes as you open up your abode, taking him back to where you think he is safest.

Maybe now you won’t be so willing to bring him out into the real world…

Maybe then you’ll finally be able to protect him from all the hurt and pain…

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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34 behind the lens — were you silent, or silenced ?!

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; filler :)

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

author’s notes — hard staying on hiatus when i’m a whore for robux lmfao @fffbool but ty <3 i’ll be busy next week with projects so i don’t think i can post even if someone gives me robux lmfao 😞

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

taglist — @captainzep @elysiumarchieve @plinkuro @sakkakuu-squared @eliqusgenma @vuvulia @kunikuzushiit @ins4nebish @stxrgxzxr @lilneps @uma-umie @mitsukifilms @caesars-bubbles @wheneverthesunrise @its-like-twilight @kazuhalvrr @erosdevil @thenightsflower @p1utto @noodleshark420 @lxry-chxn @court-jester-stuff @lauragalliart @veyu002 @kaeyas-eyepatch-69 @leathernourishingshoepolish @satowaluverr @lexlapis @drunkwithfever @exhaustedcommunist @vincanzu @ainlaw @ovaliz @kitsuvil @whatamidoing89 @celestair @kunihaver @kazioli @xiaosoneandonly @cridtiins @cherrybeomgyu @asukahiriko @moon-320 @orionicchaos [1/3]

#genshin scaramouche #scaramouche fic #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x reader smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche smau #behind the lens smau

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tiredwritersposts · 1 year

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Wanderer Is the Anemo Archon- Crack Fic Idea

Ya’ll know how there’s that bug with Wanderer’s E-skill that lets him walk on water? Well I just thought, what if people from Mondstadt were to see him do that and then in person where their eyes will be drawn to his anemo vision. Or like, he’s flying across the water cause bridges are for losers, he ends up falling halfway through but instead of plopping into the water, he lands on his feet and casually strolls the rest of the way with people watching him. Keep in mind this is all for crack purposes. Anyways, they’ll take a look at Barbatos’ statue, look at him, and mistake him for their god. Word spreads throughout Mondstadt and next thing Wanderer knows, he’s being greeted happily by the people and being given gifts and all that. And then he hears them call him Barbatos, the Anemo archon and flies away in a panic, causing the misunderstanding to escalate.

#genshin impact #genshin impact wanderer #the wanderer #scaramouche fic #scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin fic #fanfiction #Venti’s going to go along with this once he finds out and bribe Diluc to encourage it with the promise he’ll pay off his tab #Jean is tired and just lets the people do their thing cause she doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this #the heights match #Venti explains to Barbara whose convinced Wanderer is Barbatos #Wanderer runs away to Liyue before he decides to murder people but unfortunately for him people have heard the news #in a fit of rage he flies into the air and is about to attack a random Liyue citizen when a meteor shows up and hits a tree #Liyue goes wild and now believe Wanderer is the next Rex Lapis instead #whereas Zhongli is hunting for Venti for asking him to reproduce mora for him when he knows full well that he doesn’t have his gnosis #all this plotting from a simple bug that’ll probably be patched soon #zhongli #venti #archon wanderer #but not really #it’s just archon shenanigans making Wanderer look like the next Jesus Christ #this is my way of coping with 3.3

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faeriegutz · 2 years

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@foxycrossingg

The first chapter of my scaramouche fic is out! Please don't be shy to give any feedback!

#yandere scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin impact #genshin #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche fic #scaramouche x reader #kinda???#ao3 #ao3 genshin #writer #fanfic #fanfiction

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byizoyas · 1 year

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❝ my heart could be split in millions of pieces but it’d never stop beating for you.

★☆ ⋆ A THOUSAND STARS IN YOUR EYES ⋆ ☆★ — a childe x f!reader x scaramouche social media au written by byizoyas.

⋆ ☇ SYNOPSIS : y/n is a young and very popular actress. she’s used to play in a lot of movies with another popular actor : childe, who also happens to be a friend of her. but as they’re living a peaceful life, filming together a lot and having a pretty much ambiguous relationship; everything seems to be compromised when a younger and promising actor appears. OR; celebrity/actors au where y/n in wavering between her everyday co-star and her newest one.

⋆ ☇ STARRING : y/n, childe, scaramouche ⋆ ☇ SIDE ROLES : kazuha, venti, xiao, lumine, thoma, yelan, ayato

⋆ ☇ A/N : once again inspired of an old idea i’ve had and thought it’d suit them ; might be suggestive at times ; irregular updates and messy time stamps ; might end up with 2 routes depending on how the story is going (cause im fucking improvising this shit)

taglist open ⋆ send an ask or comment! :)

EAST SIDE AGENCIES + priv┊WEST SIDE AGENCIES + priv

⋆ ☇ CHAPTERS LIST :

# ACT I ⋆ 01_ all we have is now ⋆ 02_ someone is stealing the show ⋆ 03_ the greatest performance of the year ⋆ 04_ y/n weirdo meets meanie scaramouche ⋆ 05_ stealing attention ⋆ 06_ another love story

you are the most splendid mistake i’ve made. and if it meant i could find my way back to you; i’d gladly do it again.❞

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dand-elle-ion · 2 years

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Genshin + Spending the morning with them

With: Scaramouche

Words: 1,1k

Warnings: suggestive, slight making out, fluff

Note: The reader is gender neutral, enjoy :)

Xiao Part

The moment you wake up, you know it’s going to be a tiring day; as lately a lot of your days have been.

It’s early. Too early for the sun to be up, but the dawn was bright enough to let you admire the sleeping form next to you.

After all this time, you find yourself still adoring how at ease, even nearly peaceful Scaramouche could look while sleeping. So contrary to his usual intimidating demeanor. Hair falling all over his face, legs tangled with your own and some parts of the blanket.

At times like that, he isn’t the 6th Fatui Harbinger, he isn’t the balladeer, he is simply… Kunikuzushi

It is truly a shame to have to leave, but unlike your lover, you aren’t a harbinger, thus having a tighter, more governed work schedule.

So, you swing your legs over the bedside, stretching the tiredness away and looking a little dazed around the room, mentally preparing yourself for another day of work.

But you are stopped in your movements when you suddenly feel a hand curling around your waist.

“And where do you think you’re going,” a voice, barely awake murmurs. Scaramouche rests his head down on your shoulder, hugging you lightly from behind.

You chuckle softly.

“You know, you have to get up soon, too, right?”

He grunts disgruntled somewhere near your ear. It was common knowledge that the balladeer solely does whatever and whenever he pleases. Unless of course, the order comes from high above.

You smile to yourself, placing a hand above his own on your waist.

Scara’s breath tickles against your neck, before you feel him slowly starting to plant down soft, nearly delicate kisses down your skin. He moves from your neck, up to your jaw, the sensitive skin right below your ear and then down your shoulders again.

Shivering, you hold your breath. It isn’t very usual for him to act that affectionately, let alone during early morning hours.

But just as you are about to close your eyes in enjoyment, he stops. You try not to pout, not wanting to get him the satisfaction. Still, you turn around to face him-

-when you suddenly find yourself pinned down on the bed, hands spread to each side of your face. Scara is holding your wrists firmly, but not enough to hurt you.

His lips are curved into a sly smile, mustering you. Though, the sleepiness in them balances his comportment. “You know I could just order you to stay here, right?”

Your eyes narrow. Oh, that’s where this is going.

“Sure, you could,” you tease. “But who said I would listen?”

To this Scaramouche furrows his brows, his eyes darkening a little. Then he bends his head dangerously down to you, lips hovering above yours.

“Well then,” he whispers in a lowered voice. “I’d like seeing you try to deny my wishes.”

Your mouth twists, clearly amused by his antics, but nevertheless your heartbeat fastens. A lot. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

“What, that desperate?”

You blink, a little baffled.

This cheeky little bastard…

Deciding, not to let him get his way, to just tease him a bit more, you shrug your shoulders, looking away from him. “Well, seems like I have to go to work then.” Moving to stand up, you try to push him aside, but – of course – he doesn’t let you. Instead, his grip around your wrists tightens just a little bit, forcing you to stay.

Scara raises an eyebrow. “Better watch your mouth, darling.”

You stare back up at his eyes, mustering him curiously. “Or what?”

Daring today, aren’t we?

At this he tilts his head, eyes narrowing. Then he leans forwards a fraction, his face so close to yours that your gaze widens for a second.

You hold your breath, eyes consistently darting from his eyes to his mouth.

His eyelids drop and - blinded by instinct - you lean in. Just before your lips could touch, though, Scaramouche backs up again, just an inch.

He chuckles darkly, eyes burning in delight at your misery. “Go on. Ask me.” He lifts his hand and slowly starts running his thumb over your lips.

“Wow, you’re such a tease today,” you reply, though your voice comes out much weaker than you had anticipated.

“Say the word, darling.”

Merely inches apart from each other, you stare at each other’s lips, breath fastening.

Swallowing, a hoarse whisper escapes you. “Kiss me.” Then you lick your lips and say “please.”

Scaramouche doesn’t wait a second longer.

This time he bends fully down, lips pressing against your own, capturing you all in; your whole body, mind and spirit are filled up with him. His touch, his smell, his body.

Brows furrowed, he moves his hand slowly over your shoulder, into your hair, while loosening the grip on your wrist to stabilizes himself on the bed.

You pull him a little closer to you, deepening the kiss; fingertips running down his spine, you could feel him shiver at your touch.

At the time you break apart your limbs are tightly pressed together, chest panting with heavy breaths. For a few moments you are unable to open your eyes, savouring the feeling, the sensation of his lips on yours.

“What are you thinking about?”

Still a little dazed, you look up into Scara’s smug face. Not even surprised that he doesn’t look even the slightest bit out of breath.

“You.”

Scaramouche lets out a low chuckle. “Precisely.”

Though in the next moment his taunting demeanour lessens, instead something more… mellow appears in its place.

With a soft touch he runs his fingers along your face, slowly gliding over the darkened skin beneath your eyes.

You’re exhausted.

Lately, you’ve been working a lot more than usual. He has noticed of course.

So, yes, he wants you to stay in bed, For his own benefit, but also for yours. Though, he wouldn’t phrase these reasons aloud.

“Stay here.”

You muster him, fingers gently playing with some strands of his hair. “You know I can’t. Contrary to you, people are not afraid to get upset with me, you know. I might actually lose my job.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Tsk, I’m not a harbinger for nothing. They won’t dare to bother you if I intervene.”

You couldn’t help but give a lopsided grin. “You’re cute when you’re still half asleep like that.”

Scoffing, Scara rolls his eyes, sliding his hands down to hold you by the waist. “Remind me to kill you later,” he murmurs just before he presses his lips back on yours

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