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haileyywrites · 1 year

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Summary: The moment he laid his indigo eyes on you was the moment your fate was sealed, he would have you - no matter what and he would keep you to himself forever no matter how dirty his hands got in the process...

Pairings: Scaramouche/The Balladeer x reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral! Poc friendly! Angst! Kidnapping! Forced relationship! Unhealthy relationship! Threats! Isolation! Starvation! Death (not reader or Scara)! Choking!

The Balladeer was a cruel and selfish man who cared about nothing but himself and his own goals. He didn't care who he had to use, what he had to do, no matter the consequences or the price to pay due to his actions. What he wanted was what he would get no matter what, like a spoiled child but far more dangerous...

It was hard to say what exactly made him take an interest in a nobody like you to the point he would claim you as his own... He was a difficult person to understand, perhaps even he himself couldn't fully understand his own heart. Not that he had one, he wasn't human and that's what made him infinitely more dangerous.

He had just returned to Snezhnaya and the sun hadn't even began rising yet when he met you. You were shivering admits the pure white snow and he was surprised to see you weren't dead yet considering the few layers clothing you were wearing... You looked up at him with eyes that looked so hopeless and dead, tear stains covered your cheeks and your eyes burned red from the tears you had shed.

Perhaps he had seen a part of his past self in you and that's what made him claim you as his own. You had nothing, you were no one with no one. You were the most pathetic thing he had ever seen and he just had to have you - not to save you or anything of the sort, but because he could and wanted to have you as his own. It's not like anyone would complain or try to stop him besides you and who cared what you thought?

All things considered he treated you well enough, at least better than what you thought someone who kidnapped you would treat you. He did have some rules like how you were to accompany him everywhere he went and stay silent unless otherwise told, you would sleep in the same bed as him every night and you were forbidden from talking to other people - especially the other Harbingers.

As long as these were followed you would be rewarded and treated like an actual person. He would punish you for disobeying of course, but not with violence like you would have originally thought. He would instead isolate and starve you until he was satisfied that you had learned your lesson... But as a human being it was incredibly difficult to follow them.

Your eyes had wandered for a split second out of curiosity because the new recruit just happened to stand out, yet it was enough for them and him to notice. The foolish recruit likely hadn't been warned before hand about you so their fate was sealed the moment they acknowledged your existence. They smiled brightly before heading towards you...

You wanted to scream at them to back away - to run away while they still could! You wanted to cry as you knew what was going to happen next, you knew it all too well... The horrified expression on your face made the recruit pause with worry, they didn't know what to do or say. But it didn't matter, nothing they did now could save them from what was to come next.

Your body refused to obey your mind. You wanted to run away and not have to witness what was about to happen, but you were completely frozen in place. Only thing you could do was stand there shaking with tears in your eyes, you turned your head the other way. You didn't want to witness this again. Please, not again...

You felt yourself dissociating from your surroundings, from the entire world. Next thing you knew you were in your shared bedroom with him watching over you. His expression was like one you'd see in nightmares. You knew better than to think he would kill you, but it didn't much make you feel better about any of it. Looking down his hands were still covered in blood... How sickening.

“You'd better beg for forgiveness.” He said in a tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You quietly sat up before getting of off the bed and standing before him, face to face. “Scaramouche...”

You were quickly interrupted by his hand that latched onto your throat, he held on so tight you were unable to speak. “I thought I had made myself clear.”

“How many do I need to dispose of for you to finally understand that you're mine? Or maybe, you actually like it when I kill them?” He smirked.

Something inside you snapped and the tears that had threatened to fall suddenly dissapeared. You were filled with rage, absolute rage in a way you had never felt before. Your hands shook and you glared at him with so much hatred that even he was left speechless. You gripped his hand so hard that he loosened his grip enough for you to speak.

“I am nothing like you.” Your words dripped of venom.

Despite your sudden change of character it wasn't long until he was back to his usual self and seemingly ignored what you previously said, this time he wrapped both of his hands around your throat and backed you against the wall. There was an obvious difference between your strength and his, he was the Sixth Harbinger, a creation made by the hands of an Archon and he wasn't human like you.

“I own you! How many times do I need to tell you this?” He shouted as he squeezed your throat tighter. “You're nothing without me!”

“You may own my body, but you'll never own my heart.” You managed to say back.

“Hahaha! Your heart? Why pray tell would I want something as stupid as your heart?” He mockingly laughed.

“Because you don't have your own.” Your words dug deep.

His hold became tighter and expression turned dark. He was seething, shaking almost from his anger. Never had you got him this angry, but you couldn't care less. The lack of air was making everything hazy, including your thoughts. Slowly you because limp in his hold and lost consiounse...

The Balladeer let go of your throat and instead wrapped his arms around you to prevent you from slamming against the hard floor. Humans were pathetically easy to break, a hit to the head and it was all over for most. Despite everything he still owned you and wouldn't let you break no matter how you pushed him. No matter how many times you tried to attack him or escape, you were his until you breathed your very last breath.

He laid you back down on your shared bed and pulled the covers over your body, he used the back of his hand to caress your cheek gently. He didn't wish to touch you with his still bloodstained fingertips, you needed to remain pure and bloodstainless. When in the comfort of his own chembers away from prying eyes he could let his more tender side out, in his own twisted way he did truly love you.

You didn't act out as much anymore but he did love the fire in your eyes when you did... Just like when you told him what you just did, no one dared to act that way towards him beside you. He wouldn't admit it but you were right - he didn't own your heart, not quite yet. There were moments in the past that he could see apart of you care for him despite everything, the human part of you that had a heart cared for him despite your brain telling you otherwise.

At night he would lay beside you and rest, but he couldn't dream like a human - instead he would see glimpses of his past, his memories. He was shaken awake by you and he could feel tears streaming down his face. He would have lashed out at you for seeing him like that, but the look on your face made him pause... You looked worried, genuinely worried about him.

“I'm fine. Go back to sleep.” He grumbled before turning on his side facing away from you.

Why did you make that face? He would have expected you to laugh and taunt him for being so vulnerable - so pathetic. But you didn't. You were actually worried. No matter how much you hated and despised him the human heart you had couldn't help, but care. He was glad he didn't have a heart, what a stupid thing to have. At least he tried convincing himself that he was glad...

His eyes widened and breath hitched loudly as you wrapped your arms around his body, your body pressed against his back with your face in his hair. He hated how much his face heated up and burned red from your breath hitting his neck, but your body was so warm and comforting against his that he couldn't complain.

You would forgive him soon enough and eventually your heart would give in, you would spent the rest of your life with him - there was no way you could resist him forever...

A/N: It was the picture above that fully influenced me to write this so.... Anyway likes, reblogs and or feedback are appreciated <3

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captaincryolicious · 1 year

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Your grumpy neighbor

➳ Scaramouche x gn!reader (ft. friend Kazuha)

➳ Bulleted fic + Drabbles ; 3.8k

➳ Enemies to lovers ; Cursing, Scara being mean

You weren't expecting your new neighbor would be such an ass, but things take an interesting turn when you get to know him a little better. [06.11.2022]

Zep's Note ; This fic is mostly written while I fought a sudden writer's block lol. Also thanks to @kaewrlds for the idea of grumpy neighbor Scara!

[Part two] Dating your grumpy neighbor

It was as if a sharp breeze pulled through the poorly isolated hallway of the condo building you moved in yesterday. You shuddered, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you waited for a response from your new neighbor. It was minutes ago that you had knocked on the door to the left of yours, carrying a tattered plate with the number eleven engraved on it. So far you heard nothing that implied a sign of life. Maybe they weren't home? You'd wait for another minute and if they still didn't answer the door, you'd come back tomorrow.

There were a lot of exciting things about moving. A new beginning, a new adventure to indulge in, new surroundings to turn into a place you'd call home, and maybe the most exciting of all; new neighbors to meet.

You were not done unpacking yet and far from being settled, but you just wanted to make your presence known to the other people who lived in the building with you. After resorting to eeny meeny miny moe you opted for the neighbor who lived to your left. Though you weren't sure whether to dread or look forward to meeting the others, you knew it had to be done.

You glanced around the deserted hallway, and the door to your apartment looked inviting. You had much better things to do than waiting there in front of your neighbor's door, and it seemed that you were wasting your time.

As you were about to walk away, the door suddenly flew open, revealing a male with a violet gaze that held naught but annoyance.

"How long did you plan on standing in front of my door?" he asked, raising a brow. Oh, it was so clear that he was judging you!

"How do you even–" you began, taken aback by his aggravated demeanor.

"There's a peephole in the door, blind ass."

Ouch. This meeting was going absolutely terrible. Barely two sentences into your first conversation ever and he was already calling you names. You wanted nothing but to retreat to your room and pretend it never happened, but you had to stick up for yourself here. You straightened your composure, offering the angry male a hesitant smile.

"It's not like that," you explained hastily. "I'm Y/N, I moved into the apartment next to yours yesterday."

Realization seemed to dawn upon him, and the sheer annoyance in his eyes diminished just a little. Still, he looked at you with a scowl.

"Oh, I've heard. You're the talk of the day." He narrowed his eyes at you, cold and inhospitable. "I don't really care, though. Don't bother me."

With those final words, he slammed the door shut. The wind that came with the gesture's velocity picked at your hair, and you stood there with wide eyes. What on Earth just happened? You were frozen momentarily, your feet riveted to the ground as your mind went wild. You felt upset, angry even, but most of all you felt ashamed and you had no idea why. You had nothing to be ashamed of, right? All you did was reach out to your new neighbor like any normal person would.

"What an ass," you scoffed.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that," a voice rang from behind you, and you turned around to find another male standing there. He offered you a friendly smile, a stark contrast to the grimace you faced barely a minute ago. "His name is Scaramouche. No one really interacts with him."

"Oh," you said.

"I'm Kazuha, by the way," the guy then introduced himself, still wearing a calm smile. "I think I live to your right."

You felt a wave of relief. This guy looked nice and a lot easier to get along with, and you were happy that you had at least one neighbor you could see yourself getting along with.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, reciprocating his smile.

Kazuha ended up being your first friend in your apartment building. He offered to help you unpack that evening, and you got a lot of work done and you discovered that he lived up to the first impression you had of him. He was nice and easygoing, friendly and warm.

You even ended up forgetting about your brief yet menacing encounter with your other neighbor.

But it all came back the moment you saw him again, walking ahead of you towards the entrance of the building. You lowered your pace, afraid to be as much as seen by the guy.

Scaramouche was his name, wasn't it?

Was it true what Kazuha had told you about no one really interacting with him? Well, he kind of had it coming with an attitude like that, but you couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't feeling lonely if no one reached out to him here in the building. People needed social interactions at least to some extent, right?

After that realization, you couldn't really get him off your mind anymore. In your head, you started to make up excuses for his rude behavior – which was wrong, you knew that. Yet, it happened automatically, and after a while you were convinced he had to have his reasons for acting like a total douche.

"Has he always been like that?" you asked Kazuha one day, curiosity getting the best of you.

"For as long as he lives here," came the reply. "No one has ever seen him act remotely nice."

You pushed aside the thoughts that followed. You weren't going to speculate, for with speculations came assumptions and you did not want to make any.

Instead you kept him on your mind silently, your eyes following him whenever you saw him inside or around the apartment complex. He had a massive resting bitch face – like, if looks could kill, you wouldn't stand a chance – but you had to admit he was really pretty regardless.

Sharp and fine features and a gaze of vivid violet, with bangs in a dark shade of deep purple tickling his forehead and curtaining his eyes. If only his face wasn't contorted in a nasty scowl most of the time.

Just like Kazuha told you, you never saw him interact with any of the other residents, nor did you ever exchange a word with him after your awful encounter that one day. That was probably for the better, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pull every time you noticed Scaramouche was near.

You thoroughly wondered why?? He had been nothing but absolutely mean to you so you had no idea what was going on. Why did he intrigue you that much? You weren't exactly happy with the speck of infatuation.

Kazuha, with his keen eye, noticed your inner debates regarding your very grumpy neighbor but decided not to comment on it.

Get off my mind, Scaramouche, you mentally cursed more than once. No one interacted with him and that was for a good reason. He was an ass, so you too should have nothing to do with him.

You started to ignore his presence, even more so than before. You no longer stole any glances at him nor did you offer him much room in your thoughts. What do you mean, grumpy neighbor? The apartment next to yours might as well have been empty.

Well, you tried to think so, but it wasn't all that easy. His pretty face seemed engraved into your mind, so much that you were close to forgiving him for being such an ass that time. But you didn't want to give in so easily so you tried to ignore him even harder.

Until you heard a loud crash coming from the apartment to your left, followed by a string of curses that filtered easily through the thin walls. How could you ignore that?

You fled from your apartment, hardly bothering to close the door behind you as you stepped into the hallway. The door to your left was wide open, and you hesitantly approached to peek inside, wanting to find out what happened next door. Was Scaramouche okay? It certainly didn't sound like he was.

"Hello?" you called out, your fingertips grazing the surface of the door as you pondered whether or not to push it open further. "Scaramouche?"

"What do you want," he grunted, his voice strained.

"I heard a noise," you explained worriedly, finally making up your mind and stepping inside. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the male spat, eyes widening when he caught you entering his apartment. "Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing? Get out."

He didn't look fine. Scaramouche sat on the ground, his face in a pained grimace as he tightly gripped onto his ankle. A few boxes lay scattered around him, and it wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Obviously, he tripped over something while carrying those boxes inside and hurt his ankle.

"You don't look like you can get up on your own," you dryly commented, not making any motion to approach the guy on the floor yet.

Scaramouche stubbornly tried, but as soon as he put his weight on his ankle, he sunk back to the floor with a pained grunt. He seemed to be in too much pain to move around properly, but you weren't sure if you could get him so far to let you help him. You simply stood there, watching how he tried again to prove that he didn't need you. But he didn't succeed, and the annoyance in his eyes was burning as he looked at you.

"Fine, I can't get up," he admitted briskly. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch me suffer?"

"You make it very tempting," you replied, fighting a teasing grin. Maybe it wasn't smart to set him off even more but you couldn't resist.

"Okay," he breathed out, the look in his eyes close to being absolutely malicious now. "Can you please help me up and get to a chair?"

"Of course," you chirped, now flashing him a smile.

Though you tried to come off as confident as you approached the male, your pulse was racing at this point. Not only did you feel like you were walking straight into the lion's den, but you were also in the direct vicinity of the guy you found pretty for the first time. Everybody knew he was hard to get along with – if one could even get along with him to begin with – so you had no idea what to expect.

You reached out your hand for him to take, and you were quite surprised when he took it. His expression was grim, merging into one laced with pain as you helped him to his feet. He wasn't tall, so he wasn't too heavy either. It went quite swiftly and before you knew it, the male stood next to you, leaning onto you for the support he direly needed. That was only phase one, now you still had to get him to his chair.

Hesitant, you draped one of his arms over your shoulder to support him as much as you could. Your free hand went to Scaramouche's waist to make it a little easier for the both of you, but you very well realized the sort-of intimacy of your current position. It meant nothing, you reminded yourself, as you slowly brought the violet-haired male to the living room. He limped next to you without a word, which you were grateful for. You weren't ready for any snarky remarks, or else you would deadass drop him to the floor and leave him be.

Pretty boy or not, you had your boundaries.

Relief washed over you when his weight shifted off your shoulders as he sank into a comfy-looking chair. He wasn't all that heavy, but you weren't used to dragging around a grown person.

He refused to look at you, and you took the opportunity to study his ankle. There wasn't much to see, though, especially since you knew next to nothing about matters related to anything medical. You had no idea how to help him.

"I'm not good with first aid," you admitted.

"I didn't ask for first aid," came the snarky reply.

Right, that was the final straw. If he was that adamant on avoiding your nice gestures, you would gladly oblige and leave him alone. You got up, forcing your worries to the back of your mind and giving him an icy look.

"Well then, good luck."

With those words, you walked away from him, leaving his apartment and shutting the door behind you with a thud that was a little too loud. What a little shit, you thought. All you did was being nice – though you had absolutely no reason to do so – and he still acted like an ass. You started to see why no one at the complex bothered to interact with him. Scratch that, you knew all along but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt because you are too nice.

"What was that all about?" Kazuha asked as you ran into him in the hallway. He looked between you and Scaramouche's door curiously.

"I should've left him on the floor," you muttered, unlocking your apartment and getting inside, leaving your friend behind with a confused expression.

You didn't want anything to do with Scaramouche.

You stayed true to your word.

Ever since that moment, you didn't give two shits about the rude male anymore.

You had explained everything to Kazuha the day after – who was surprised just as much as he was amused – and you swore to never speak his name out loud again. Actually, you didn't even want to think about him anymore but that was quite a challenge since he lived next door.

And of course you couldn't help but wonder how he solved the problem with his ankle. It seemed quite serious; he couldn't even stand on it and you were pretty sure he needed at least a little medical assistance. But you always dismissed the thought with a huff. His wellbeing was no longer your concern. Your offer to help was rudely declined by him so you shouldn't care about it anymore.

Which was easier said than done.

You didn't see him for a few days, but then you saw him limping through the hallways again. While you swiftly ignored him on the surface, your heartbeat picked up regardless. Though you didn't look at him, you felt his violet eyes on you.

Why did he even bother to look at you?

It made the heat rise up to your cheeks, so you sped up and beelined away from him.

And with that, he was on your mind again.

It was so unfair!

Eventually you complained to Kazuha, and for your sake he would pretend that he didn't catch on long ago.

Stupid Scaramouche, you told your friend. Such an ass but you couldn't get him off your mind and he was so annoyingly pretty!? You couldn't stand it.

You just had to live with him being on your mind so much. It had to be because you disliked him so much, right? Your dismay towards him was so strong that you thought about him almost the entire time. That had to be it. At least you had a valid explanation now.

Oh, Kazuha would be so amused when you present him your reasoning. But he'd hide it, smiling knowingly behind his hand. He totally knows what's up lol.

There was this one day about a week after the incident and you were doing something, your neighbor blissfully off your mind for a brief moment. You found peace!

Your peace was interrupted when someone knocked on your door. Expecting Kazuha, you got up to open it, only to find someone completely unexpected there.

"Scaramouche?" you blinked. You fought the urge to slam the door shut in his face, too intrigued by his sudden and surprising visit. Why on Earth was he on your doorstep?

"Y/N," he greeted curtly, avoiding his eyes.

A silence fell. It was so awkward. You sucked in a breath inaudibly, your eyes searching the hallway so you didn't have to look at him. What was he even doing here?

"Can I come in?" he asked after a while, his voice so obviously full of aversion.

You tilted your head, not understanding what he was getting at. Was he for real? He couldn't seriously be requesting that, right?

"Why would I let you in?" you inquired.

"Gee, nevermind then," the male retaliated. He was about to turn around, but that didn't sit quite well with you either.

"No wait, come in."

Boy, you were glad you cleaned your apartment the day before. It was still tidy, while it had been quite a mess at first. You'd be terribly ashamed if Scaramouche would see your apartment like that. Even now, with everything being spic and span, you felt awfully self-conscious as he followed you quietly into your living room.

"Uh, take a seat," you awkwardly offered. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No," Scaramouche replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" you asked, taking a seat on the other side of the living room. "Why are you here?"

"Because I have two things to say," the violet-haired male explained. "Sorry and thank you. Now I'm going to leave again."

He genuinely looked like he was about to get up, and you shook your head vigorously.

"No you're not. Elaborate."

Scaramouche muttered something under his breath, leaning back into his seat a little. He looked ill at ease, just like you did when you were in his apartment.

"Sorry for being an ass and thank you for looking after me that day," he mumbled, and the laminate flooring suddenly seemed very interesting to him.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. When Scaramouche showed up on your doorstep you were kind of expecting some sort of scolding for entering his house uninvited or something like that, and not at all had you foreseen an apology and words of gratitude to spill from his lips – albeit very gruffly. The malice in his violet gaze was absent just as much, and you realized; he came in peace today.

"It's such a pain," he suddenly began, finally resting a glare upon you. "It's like you cursed me. You barged in totally uninvited and you did the same in my mind. Ic can't fucking stop thinking about it and it's your fault. Do something about it, Y/N."

There was the much expected scolding, but it wasn't at all about what you could've possibly imagined. It made your eyes widen in shock as you looked at the male and it was as if your poor heart skipped a few beats. Was he for real? He had to be messing with you, right? There was no way he was in the same boat as you were. But the look in his eyes told something different, as if he actually held you responsible for his problem. A problem you struggled with just as much.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" you asked incredulously. "It's not like I can help it that you think about me so often."

But then there was the wave of relief, when you came to realize that you also pestered his mind continuously just as much as he pestered yours. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up your throat; the situation was just funny to you.

"What do you think about me then?" you pried.

"That's none of your concern," the male replied defensively, looking at you as if you had lost your mind. "Why would I tell you that?"

"Because I have exactly the same problem," you admitted. "You're also on my mind permanently and it's annoying me to no end."

He was scrutinizing you now, his narrow eyes resting on you for long seconds. It was as if he was trying to peel your thoughts about him from your mind, and it genuinely felt like he could see straight into your soul. He had such a piercing gaze, one of enchanting violet. His eyes were stupidly pretty, just like the rest of his face. Curses, your cheeks grew red under his gaze.

You laughed it off, trying to lighten the tense mood that hung in the air between you. This situation made no sense, yet at the same time it did.

"You think about me and I think about you," you joked. "Hah, maybe we should just date already."

It was such a bad joke, and you cringed after blurting it out like that. You had a feeling that if you made a fool out of yourself in front of Scaramouche, he wouldn't let you hear the end of it. You just did, making a stupid remark, and you peeked at his face to see his reaction. Why did you even say that? You wanted to bury your face in the palm of your hands in shame.

"Are you an idiot? We barely know each other," he replied, his brows knitting together into a frown.

"That's what you're concerned about?" you said, disbelief surging through your being. "I thought you would freak out and leave my apartment with a string of profanities."

Silence.

"Uh, well, I know we don't know each other but that can be fixed," you hesitantly added. Scaramouche's face was unreadable, and you didn't know how to interpret his frown.

"Fine," Scaramouche growled. "Meet me this Saturday at two pm at the cafe down the street. Your treat since meeting up was your idea."

You barely had time to process what he was saying, as he got up and limped away. You sat frozen, hearing the sound of your front door opening and closing again.

Your mind was blank, just as much as it was racing at the same time. Complicated things were going on inside your head, all revolving around the fact that you had a date with the neighbor you thought you despised so much? When did the matters turn so rapidly? Out of all things that could possibly happen, this was an outcome you never had even dared to dream of.

A date? With Scaramouche? Unbelievable.

Your body was rigid with all sorts of feelings as you got up. Excitement was one of them, and you mentally cursed yourself. It was as if your mind was betraying you; you were supposed to dislike him and here you were. You had a date with him in four days. It was such a strange turn of events, and you struggled to properly grasp it all. Butterflies created a whirlwind in your stomach as you left your living room behind.

You had to tell Kazuha.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact kunikuzushi #genshin impact the wanderer #genshin impact the balladeer #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche imagine #kunizukushi x reader

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cerberuscaeli · 1 year

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Me pulling on a banner to build pity. (I guess this just became a self insert drabble? But I think we all can relate to this?)

80 pity, the last single pull, I turn on my camera to record this, and I wish. It stays white just for a moment until I see gold appaer on my screen through my camera. Holding my breath I await for what will be showing up, heart thumping in my chest afraid for what will show up, no who. Will it be the horror of becoming an Qiqi? Or would Jean, Keqin or Tignahari show up as I wouldn't mind getting them? Who could it be-

I requested to lose my 50/50, not to get this bratty sub home smh. 🙄

But in all seriousness, I wanted to build pity and lose my 50/50 so I would be guaranteed for either AlHaitham's banner or for when Xiao's rerun would be there. But insteae I just literally won my third 50/50 in a row and I am still shocked.

But now I have this bratty sub and I am building him, the things I do for this brat smh. So, if anyone wants him? /jk (babygirl / pussydestr0yer69 is staying with me 😌)

Hope all of you may be blessed with all the luck possible and may you get the character you are or want to pull for! ❤

#genshin impact x reader #drabble #self insert #self insert drabble #genshin impact #genshin #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche x reader #genshin impact the balladeer #gensin impact wanderer

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zhimaqiu · 1 year

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Scaramouche/Wanderer's hands because they are special part 1

(honey, are you finally looking at the blood on your hands?)

is it my obsession? is hoyoverse's? both? but we can all agree on hand symbolism in his case

#genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer #genshin impact the balladeer #the balladeer

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elizabethrzg · 1 year

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scaramouche genshin impact and morro ninjago are just the same mf in a different font im so right

#scaramouche #genshin impact #liz impact #lizjago #liz speaks #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin impact kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi #morro wu #morro ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago #genshin impact wanderer #lego ninjago morro #morro #the balladeer #genshin impact the balladeer

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phosbogey · 12 days

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what a kind and reliable group

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usa-chins · 13 days

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Fatui Coat Scaramouche, how silly you are

At long last we got to see Scaramouche and Signora in their fatui coats, thank you hoyo TAT

#genshin impact #scaramouche #balladeer #fatui

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the-commonplace-book · 1 year

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woosh woosh anemo babyyyyy

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xinyiz · 1 year

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Imagine if fatui Scaramouche ever got to encounter Albedo

The parallel and contrast between them is insane—Albedo yearning for the very thing that happened to “ruin” Scaramouche’s life is *chefs kiss* (I also wanted to draw scaramouche letting everything out and crying and breaking down)

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #fanart #scaramouche #illustration #balladeer #genshin impact fanart #albedo #kunikuzushi #digital art

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amalwitche · 1 year

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Do you think Niwa freak out hearing kabukimono cuss for the first time? 💀

#amalwitche #genshin impact #wanderer #kabukimono #niwa #scaramouche #the balladeer #balladeer

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kvnis · 26 days

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imagine . . . meeting online bsf scara . ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

⤷ fem!reader. nsfw utc. ﾉ overstim. praise. creampie.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t know that you caught feelings for him over the internet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who reluctantly, and with shaky hands, texts you one morning ;; ‘ want 2 meet up ? ’

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who drives over 4 hours ,, all just to see you <3

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who has his hood up in the freezing cold rain, waiting for you to open the door, shifting from foot to foot ‘cause he’s so anxious !

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s gaze softens after seeing your figure at the door—you looked even prettier in person.

“scara!” you spoke with a joyful expression, immediately flinging your arms around him and pulling him in your warm, comforting embrace. “come in, you’ll catch a cold otherwise.” and he prays you don’t see the burning blush on his cheeks.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s awkward for the first hour in ,, before boldly asking to stay the night. ( you agree ! )

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s constantly stealing glances at your lips ,, not failing to notice your creeping blush as he grows closer in proximity.

your cheeks were glowing a bright pink, which was hard to miss, even if you tried to hide it. you clear your throat, saying something to scaramouche which only gets drowned out in the pool of awe in his brain. it’s now or never, he tells himself.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who goes on his instinct, clashing his lips with yours, seeking the taste of you he’s been wanting for so long.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s lips are soft as they mould with yours, perfectly slotting his tongue in between your lips, as if you both were made to be with each other.

the way he cupped your jaw and angled it so he could kiss you was perfect. warmth bloomed in your chest as he pulled away for air, observing your stunned state for a quick moment before immediately pulling you back in. you sent him reeling, enchanting him and hypnotising him to go back in for more. your taste, your scent, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger already and you don’t even realise it yet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s hand slyly creeps up the hem of your shirt to grasp your waist, pulling you flush to him with no room for escape.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t waste any time in pinning you to the bed ,, his needy hands beginning to tug your clothes off.

“i’ve wanted you for so… so long,” he whispered against your lips, a hushed confession only meant for your ears to hear. his hands go down to your thighs, kneading them as if you were malleable putty in his hands. his breath fans upon your lips, heated pants against your spit-glossed lips. “let me have you, please.”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he slowly slides his leaking cock into your cunt.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s so pent up from your teasing glances, he blatantly refuses to stop after you orgasm.

“nuh-uh… that’s too bad. you should’ve thought about that before you gave me those bedroom eyes,” he spoke in a condescending tone, your velvety walls only tightening around him from it. “oh? you liked that, hm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who peppers comforting kisses up the side of your neck and trails them to your lips after hearing your overstimulated moans and whines.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whimpers into your sloppy kiss about how much he’s needed you and craved you over the time you’ve been friends.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who praises you and touches you as if you were the most fragile china vase in the world, his caresses proving to stir the warmth in you.

“so pretty,” he murmurs against your lips as you came around him, your slick oozing around his cock and creating a creamy ring at the base. “fuck, f-fuck… so good, all for me, mhm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who after spilling inside of you, cleans you up and runs you a bath, confessing his feelings as you two bathe in the warm water.

his hands brush through your soapy hair, massaging your scalp satisfyingly. “i love you.” he blurted out without thinking, his eyes widening once you turn around and look him dead in the eye. his heart drops, but hearing you reciprocate his affection makes his mouth tug up into a grin. until, he grips your head and turns it forward harshly, telling you to shut up so he can finish washing your hair with a smile.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s just so happy you’re finally his, and his alone. <33

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haileyywrites · 1 year

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-> The journey of rebirth and self discovery is long and hard one, luckily - he doesn't have to face it alone

-> Just in case - a spoiler warning for 3.2 Archon Quest! References to Scara's backstory! Reader has no gender or pronouns mentioned! Established relationship? Fluffy and kind of cheesy!

-> Some things were changed or corrected due to errors lol

You sat quietly beside the sleeping Scaramouche with a light book in your hand. His face was completely peaceful and blank, making you wonder what he was currently dreaming of. You turned your attention back to the book, Sumeru's library held some of the most interesting books you had ever had the pleasure of reading, this one had you completely hooked! It was also something to occupy your time with while you waited for him to recover and wake up.

Scaramouche had fallen into a sort of coma after his defeat to the Traveler and the Dedro Archon. You were incredibly grateful to her for hosting you and him while he was healing. Not many - if any, would do so after everything he had said and done to her. Her kindness and mercy truly blew you away...

Of course you couldn't claim to know the gods or their ways, but you knew enough about the Electro Archon from Scaramouche to draw your own conclusions about them. Unfair as it may be to them - he had first hand experience. He was the creation of one of them, after all...

Still, you couldn't fully rule out the possibility that she wanted him to heal in order to later punish him. While you did not assist him or the Sage's in making all of this happen, you still did nothing to stop it despite being able to. You couldn't. You didn't approve of any of it and you weren't afraid of telling him that every day. But you couldn't do anything against him and not betray him at the same time...

You couldn't express your gratefulness to the Traveler and the Archon for stopping him in time. Things had been too close to getting out of control and your refusal to act against him could have lead to much destruction - not to mention loss of innocent lives...

A loud sigh left your mouth as you rubbed your temples in frustration... You were supposed to be relaxing and reading to keep your mind away from those kinds of thoughts - you would worry about it after Scaramouche woke up and then you would face the consequences of your actions. Right now, what mattered was just him waking up.

Your gaze slowly turned back towards Scaramouche who - to your bewilderment was awake and staring right back at you. You nearly bounced off of the armchair from both shock and happiness - he was finally awake! But how long had he watched you pondering while you were lost in your own thoughts?

“Kuni! You're awake!” You exclaimed - his nickname leaving your lips without your notice. He did notice and was glad to hear you call him an endearing nickname.

“No need to shout... My head hurts.” He mumbled as his brows frowned. Though he was far from mad.

“Right... Sorry! I'm just so glad to see you awake again.” You gave him an apologetic smile.

A heavy silence settled around you after that. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was more like you both struggled with what to say next. There was so much you wanted to say to him and he to you, but where to even start?

After a moment he wordlessly brought his hand to rest on the edge of his bed with his palm open as an invitation for you to hold it. You of course took it without question, you gave him a reassuring squeeze when you intertwined your fingers with his. His hand were smooth and so soft to the touch, they were slightly cool like usual. His gaze refused to meet yours as he ran his thumb over your fingers mindlessly.

“How long was I asleep?” He asked after a while.

“A while... Almost a week, I think.” You had neglected to keep count in order to lessen your worries.

He hummed in response and turned to finally face you again. For a while you simply stared into each other's eyes lovingly in silence before the double doors opened making you turn to face them. You both fixed your gazes onto the small Archon who strolled in with a wide and genuine smile on her face.

She too was relieved to see him finally awake and not much worse to wear it seemed. He was in for quite an earful from the God of Wisdom - after some time you began to worry she would never stop scolding him. But he more than deserved it and took it without complaint. Well, without complaining to her anyway...

In the end, she simply told him to go out in the world with fresh eyes and find himself. To find a new purpose - a new goal for his life. It was as if she saw right through him, as if he was an open book laid out before her and she knew all the answers to it. With his betrayal he would have no place within the Fatui anymore, and without the Gnosis he had no other plans for the future...

The idea of traveling the world again didn't bother him, but "finding himself" was almost laughable to him. Life wasn't simple or a fairytale where everyone got a happy ending or another chance to star over. But he really didn't have any plans or other options, it wasn't like he was going to remain here or crawl back to the Fatui anyway. No way.

He did worry about you, though. You had been by his side even before the Fatui and you refused to leave even when he joined them. He knew you didn't approve of them and their methods or beliefs, he didn't care for them anyway - they were just a useful tool for the time being. But you still stood by his side the same as always with that bright smile and warm heart...

But after everything that happened in Sumeru - everything he did... Would you or could you still remain by his side? To you the answer was obvious. Of course you would! Especially now, as it would be a difficult journey for him. You wouldn't let him face it alone, so of course you would be by his side. If you were lucky, you could even serve as a good influence, but that was perhaps too ambitious. In any case, you had fallen in love with him and didn't seek to change him as a person.

So when the time came, you stood by his side to bid farewell to Sumeru and it's Archon. You would return one day, but for now you would simply travel the world and see where your journey would take you. You held his hand in one of yours and the strap of your travel bag in the other, you smiled at him as you turned your back to the city.

The sun was rising before you and lighting the world around you, making it glow beautifully golden. There was a long journey ahead of you, so it was best to get going. The destination was unknown, but you couldn't wait to reach it together and to see what kind of people you were by the end of it! All you knew for certain was that you would only grow to be stronger together.

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