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hitomisuzuya · 2 months
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Would you be able to write about sugar daddy Scaramouche that just buying us anything we want, no smut just fluff. Thanks :)
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluffy fluff fluff❤️
I really enjoyed writing this. *I once bought a cute, stuffed purple Hippo from the Hallmark store.
The way Scaramouche saw it, he could spend his money on whatever he wanted. And what he wanted to spend it on was you. He enjoyed spending it on you.
You clung to him in a way that validated him. You were patient, kind, and loving. All things he not only wasn't used to, but didn't know they existed all that much until he met you.
There was something entirely adorable about the way you waffled about wanting to ask him for something. You would fidget with your fingers, look at him and look away shyly back at whatever it was you wanted.
In this case, it was a cute stuffed animal you saw in a shop that primarily made greeting cards*.
"What? What does my sweet girl want?" Scaramouche couldn't help but ask, stroking a hand down your hair. The shy blush that dusted your cheeks made you look twice as cute. He raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him.
"Well I.." You begin, looking at the stuffed animal the window again for a moment.
Scaramouche sighed, but not in an annoyed way. It felt like you were afraid he was gonna say no if you asked him for it. Didn't you know by now that whatever you wanted, you got? No matter what it is was.
You already had about four other bags with various things in them (which he insisted on carrying even though you told him you could carry them).
"Hm? What is it?" He ran his fingers through your hair. Scaramouche already knew what it was, he just wanted to say it.
"That stuffed dinosaur is just so cute. Especially the purple one," You smiled at the stuffed dinosaur with the long neck. It had quite possibly the derpest, googly-eyed expression he'd ever seen on a stuffed animal.
But it made you smile and you wanted it. So it was yours.
"They have them in two different colors. Do you want both?" Scaramouche asked, putting an arm around your waist as you walked with him in the store.
You shook your head, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. "No, just the purple one. But the blue is also really cute," You reached out a tapped your finger on the nose of the winged, blue stuffed dinosaur.
Needless to say, you walked out of the store with both of them.
"We have one more stop to make before we head home," Scaramouche said, watching you hug the blue stuffed dinosaur to your chest as he reached for your hand. He didn't want to make you let go of the dinosaur, so he opted for his arm around you, his hand tucked into your back pocket of your pants while you walked.
"I had a ring custom made for you. That ring you said you like the last time were there but you thought the diamonds were too big," He said to which you nodded and waited for him to continue, "I had them take the design of the ring and make one with smaller diamonds in it."
"Scara, oh my god, wasn't that expensive?" It was adorable the way you were fretting about the cost. The eyes of the jeweler had nearly popped out of his head when Scaramouche had paid in full instead of installments like most people would.
For you, it was always, without fail worth it.
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estarlias · 5 months
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fatui!scara w/ a sleepy s/o who can’t help but miss him at night!
rises the moon ⭐️
small drabble (fluff<3)
i kinda made reader a bit whiny n clingy (like me) oopsie
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Scaramouche was always busy, it came with being a harbinger. You knew it, he knew it, but it still didn’t hurt any less on nights like these.
You laid in (his) your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was hard to fall asleep without him by your side. Scaramouche was supposed to be back by now, he promised to finish his paperwork as soon as possible.
Rolling out of bed with a sigh, you grabbed one of his jackets and begrudgingly opened the bedroom door, stepping out into the chilly hallway. No matter what the season was, it felt like Snezhnaya was constantly freezing. The whole estate was quiet, as most Fatui agents had retired to their quarters from the night. Despite that, your boyfriend was still up working! So unfair!
As you made your way to Scaramouche’s office, the guards on standby outside gave you a polite nod, moving aside as you walked forward and knocked on his door.
You heard a gruff “Enter,” come from inside, turning the knob and locking eyes with Scaramouche at his desk.
“Hey.. Um. It’s pretty late, I was getting a little worried.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling insecure for bothering him with such a mundane thing.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, giving you a tired smile. “Yeah, I know. I’m just about done though. Go back to bed, I’ll be there shortly.” Scaramouche brushed you off, his attention going back to the stack of papers in front of him, ignoring you.
You weren’t blind, you knew that the amount in front of him would take him another hour or two. You huffed, pouting as you made your way over to his desk, nudging his shoulder. “But Scaraa.. I cant sleep without you. It’s not the same.. ‘m so tired, cant you finish this later?”
You walked behind his chair, draping your arms around his shoulder as you whined and continued to pester him, making him click his tongue in annoyance.
“You’re so damn needy. Fine. You want me so badly, come here.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm and forcing you to face him, dragging you onto his lap.
“Since you ‘can’t sleep without me’, just fall asleep here. It’s not the first time you’ve sat in my lap while I worked anyways..”
When you eventually dozed off, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he carefully carried you off to bed.
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first actual content post i’m kinda nervous jsjsjsjjs
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iluvzaddies · 1 year
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soft yandere!wanderer headcannons
warnings: none
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the wanderer had many names: kabukimono, kunikuzushi, scaramouche, the balladeer.
after he lost a battle with the well-known traveler, he became the wanderer, a puppet with no strings. a puppet with a different style and his very own anemo vision.
he changed for the better and it was all thanks to nahida, the traveler, and you.
you helped him retrieve his memories along with nahida and the traveler.
you helped out only a bit, but still, he was grateful.
he would feel indescribable emotions whenever you were around. at first, he thought there was something wrong with him, but discovered what he was feeling was in fact love.
“love” was a foreign word to him. ever since his birth, he never once experienced love. his creator, the almighty shogun or the god of eternity, saw no worth in him and discarded him like trash.
sure, he had met a few friends, but neither of them filled the void of loneliness in his heart because they either died or abandoned him.
he wanted to forget his past and focus on the present, so he tried his best not to act in a way he would back when he was a harbinger.
he wanted to shower you in gifts as thanks, but that would be a problem since he wasn’t acquainted with the fatui anymore, meaning he had no mora and would have to make mora independently somewhere.
“sc– i mean, wanderer, what are you doing?” you asked, furrowing your brows, as you saw the ex-harbinger behind a fruit stand.
“oh… i’m just trying out a new job... figured i’d have to do something to make a living since i’m not in the fatui anymore.” he felt his face heat up at the sight of you. just one look at you was enough to make him flustered. “so, this is what sumerians do to make mora? sell pieces of fruit?”
”yeah, i guess. you can try selling jewelry too or make mora off of dancing.” you imagined him, an ex-harbinger, dancing for mora. the thought made you chuckle.
“dancing? for mora? how would that benefit anyone?”
“benefit? people just like that sorta stuff. it’s entertaining for them.”
“i see. do you like that sort of stuff?”
the way he asked that question was adorable.
oh no, did you just find him adorable? he literally tried to kill you, nahida and the traveler not too long ago. how could you find him adorable?
“i– i do like watching dances. nilou’s my favorite dancer. i make sure not to miss out on any sabzeruz festivals or just any sumerian festivals.” you rubbed the back of your neck.
“hm.” he looked like he was actually considering it.
“hey, wanderer, (y/n).” nahida greeted, approaching the both of you.
“oh, nahida! it’s nice to see you again.”
“it’s nice to see you too, (y/n). i’d like to thank you once more for your help back then. traveler and i really appreciated the gesture.” nahida smiled at you then turned to wanderer. “how have you been faring, wanderer?”
“tch, it’s you again–“ he stopped, remembering he wasn’t supposed to act like his arrogant, aggressive self before (at least in front of you). “i mean i’m fine. selling fruit isn’t too hard.” it wasn’t as hard as shedding blood every single day.
“i’m glad you’re doing well.” nahida put a hand on her chest.
“well, i got to go now. you guys continue talking. goodluck with your new job, wanderer. see you around, nahida.” you said, giving them a wave, and left before wanderer could say anything else.
“you have feelings for her, don’t you?” nahida noticed his expression turn from soft to irritated. “i can see the longing look in your eyes.”
“shut up. you ruined everything with your presence.” he grumbled.
he watched as you were getting further and further away from him.
you would be his someday. he’d make sure of that. and once you were his, he wouldn’t ever spend a day apart from you. he would treat you so well. he would shower you in gifts (using his self-earned mora), take you out on “dates” (a human activity where you bring your partner to eat somewhere beautiful, he learned) and eventually confess his feelings to you.
if you return his feelings, oh that would make him the happiest puppet alive. he would happily sweep you off your feet and start a brand new life together with you.
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Kinktober day 3/4: body writing + body worship - Scaramouche x reader
Warnings: fem!reader, afab terms, nsfw, it may be a stretch to call this body worship but shhh. You and scaramouche are in a relationship, and he’s a sweet brat.
Scaramouche has a body writing kink, and you indulge him in it. He’s a bit bratty, but sweet.
Scaramouche had a hand on your back, not quite holding you down, but keeping you in place. He’d been at this for a while now, and by now, you were regretting agreeing to this idea of his in the first place.
You groaned and propped yourself up on your elbows, looking behind you and shooting Scaramouche the most fed-up glare you could muster. Only for him to flash you his signature shit-eating grin and typical assurances.
“I’m almost done! I swear!” He said, laughing as he gently tried to push you back into place on the bed.
“Scara! You said that 20 minutes ago!!”
“But this time I mean it!”
You groaned, begrudgingly laying back down on your stomach and huffing in annoyance. You were bored out of your mind- yet Scaramouche was apparently having the time of his life.
“You know, if you let me see what you’re writing, I might be more tolerant.” You say, still pouting.
Your boyfriend laughed, the mattress dipping down as he sat to your side and began to draw something on your lower waist. “Nope! It’s a surprise! You can’t look till I’m done.”
God. You could practically hear how hard he was grinning in his voice, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck he was doing.
After a few more (barely tolerated) minutes, Scaramouche scooted across the mattress to sit in front of you, tapping your cheek to get your attention.
“Look up for me.” he said, grinning, as always.
You eyed the uncapped black marker in his hand warily, looking up but pulling your face away from him as you protested. “Scara, you’re not going to write on my face with a permanent marker.”
Scaramouche threw his head back and whined dramatically, looking down at you with pleading eyes. “Pleaseee? Just a little! And it’s not a permanent marker, it’s a body marker!”
You groaned, rolling your eyes but giving in. “Fine. But no words, and only a little.”
Scaramouche grinned, taking your face in his hand as he made a small mark under and to the side of your eye, along the highest point of your cheekbone. After making the mark he gave you a once over, nodding in approval and snapping the cap back onto the marker.
“Can I look yet?” You asked, grumbling as you looked up at him, annoyed with his slow pace.
Scaramouche doesn’t respond, smirking and wrapping his arms around your waist, hauling you into his lap and facing the two of you towards the full length mirror hanging on the back of his door. “Look.” He commands, taking your face and gently turning it towards the mirror.
You can help but gasp. You knew he had done a lot, but god- he really wrote a lot. You also couldn’t help but be… suprised by the nature of the markings.
You had expected to find yourself covered in every manner of degrading and vulgar words and phrases- but instead, Scaramouche had covered you in words of praise, loving sentiments, and sweet little doodles.
Your eyes stung and you blinked back tears as you glanced over the marks. It was sickly sweet- all of it. From the way he had drawn hearts and written praise over all your insecurities, to how he’d repeatedly written “Mine.” over and over across your skin. And of course, a small heart on your cheek.
Scaramouche ran his hands along your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he murmured into your ear. “What’s the matter dear? Don’t like it?”
“I-I do- I’m just- I was expecting…”
“What? For me to write “slut” and “whore”?” Scaramouche grinned, sliding his arm up to knead your breast in his hand. “I was too…. But I decided I wanted to appreciate my girlfriend today- cause I probably don’t do it enough.”
You scoffed, still unable to take your eyes off your reflection. “Who are you, and what did you do with my boyfriend?”
Scaramouche didn’t answer. Instead, smiling and kissing you as his hands lovingly caressed your body, eventually pulling you backwards and onto the bed with him to properly appreciate his work.
Extra bit:
“Since you used a body marker- that means it’ll come off in the shower, right?” You asked, looking up towards your boyfriend’s suddenly guilty face.
“Um... Sure, (y/n). Sure.”
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catboydreamer · 1 year
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summary; scaramouche w/ a partner who’s stronger than they look and just starts lifting shit up in front of him and yeah, he has a...reaction. (im so sorry i am undeniably obsessed w/ scara)
it’s not really a huge deal, scaramouche has always known you can handle yourself well.
something awakens in him when he sees you carrying in boxes; three boxes stacked on top of each other, your head barely peeking out from behind them. he freezes for a second, simply watching. he had no clue you had that sort of strength in you. good to know, though. 
his feelings truly get intense, though, while you’re out and have to carry a group of children to a safer location. you tell scaramouche it won’t be long. 
there are three children on you, one with their tiny hands locked around your neck as their tiny body lays against your back and the other two are hanging around your sides, held closely by you. 
scaramouche huffs despite his feelings. 
“don’t... take too long.” 
while you’re on your way, scaramouche stares after your figure and he cannot stop his own thoughts. he’s allowed to think of you like this but it’s still embarrassing. his cheeks heat up quickly and furiously. he becomes almost angry with himself over it. 
if you can carry so many things breathlessly, you could... hold him too. and not in the way it seems, of course you know how to hold him close. that’s something you’ve already mastered. he knows that. no, it's more of how easily you could lift him off the ground and pulls him to you with nowhere else to go. 
he makes an incoherent but angry noise as his fingers reach to tug at the back ends of his hair. 
it's simply a frustrating but addicting thought. 
now, truly it's up to you and your observational skills if anything happens! 
if you had noticed his gazes and the flustered look that overtook his face before you left, then you would question him about it. just don’t expect a quick answer or one at all. 
scaramouche is stubborn after all, so unless you initiate something now, you won’t even know what it's about until months later. 
he would literally pout and make grabby hands at you one day all of a sudden, probably after a really hard day, and demand, “hold me.”
hopefully you understand he wants you to pull him up and not simply hug him, though if you don’t, he’d become huffy about it. it’s been marinating in his brain for a few months now so if you are oblivious to his /obvious/ feelings, he’s gonna jump on you, now. what’s worse is you don’t even stumble at all and instinctively know where to hold him. it makes him sick. 
he’s so tired, right now, so he doesn’t say anything. he closes his eyes as he finally leans into you and gets what he wants. 
don't ask him about it or else >:). KIDDING he’s used to your antics and little remarks you’ll make. he likes it when it comes from you. 
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scaratastic · 1 year
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comforting scara hc because yes.
pure fluff and my first time making hc btw ! :D
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idk why but i can kinda see him being the small spoon while cuddling it actually takes quite some time for him to actually do that but still
anyways, when he's the small spoon while cuddling istg he'll literally melt when you run your fingers through his hair
these type of moments usually happens when he has nightmares ( when he'll actually surrender himself i mean )
if you whisper comforting words while doing so, his grip on you will tighten and he will murmur 'stop's nonstop because he knows that he doesn't deserve any of it (expect him to bury his face into your chest / the crook of your neck and continue to sob harder)
if you just stick in comforting him with your actions however, kiss the crown of his head and pat him please
it helps him calm down, but his grip on you will still remain the same. tight and secure
usually, he will get up and try to set his mind at ease by letting his anger out at training dummies or anything else after having that horrible dream
but when he's with you, he can't help but slowly close his eyes and sleep his problems away
your warmth and presence is the only thing that he needs to relax, and he appreciates that truly
he places a huge amount of trust in you to let you witness him being something that he hates the most, which is being weak and vulnerable so please take care of him
author's note ; sorry for any grammatical errors and stuffs, eng is not my first language TT anyw i hope yall enjoyed this !
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flovvrish · 1 year
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Hi there love
I stumbled upon ur blog and ahh love ur writting i wad thinking maybe if ur requests are open that u could write a lil smth IF UR FREE OFCI
was thinking scaramouche x reader argument (angst to fluff :the ansgt shouldnt be brutal bc i dont hsndle it well)
Or if ur not comfy writting that u could doo
Scaramouche x reader scara accidentally confesses to reader??
Dont overwork urself and remember to eat <3
Hello hello!! I’m so happy to hear you enjoy my work! I’m sorry for taking so long to get to this, however I hope it’s worth the wait!! And yes, all of my work is free ♡︎ My only goal is to spread the love for the genshin bois ^^. And absolutely!! Hurt/Comfort is my favorite genre ever ~! I’ll do the first scenario to test my abilities!
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SCARAMOUCHE :
“Why … why did you leave?” A raspy voice cracked with every syllable spoken, a deep rooted anger daring to be brought fourth to the surface. Despite the calm and calculating facade he constantly wore as a means of deception, Scaramouche was as fragile as the glass that decorated the walls around you.
Such a beautiful glow under the light … yet when doused in darkness they amount to nothing.
“I couldn’t just stay here.” You replied, your tone stern, yet sympathetic to the pain the ex-harbinger before you must be feeling. After all, you did something you said you never would, even if it was just for a moment.
“You said you would stay right here. What was so important that you break your word? Don’t you know what would be done to you if the fatui found you, fool?”
Scaramouche ground every word past clenched teeth, not bothering to hide his irritation in the slightest. No, not for you. Not now.
“I …” You paused, deciding your course of action carefully. Though you were sure he would calm down if you fabricated some far off excuse for leaving the area, you were sure he’d be far more furious if he found out your lie.
His narrowed eyes bore holes into your skull, daring you to speak another word.
“I couldn’t leave them to die.” You spoke softly, a defeated sigh escaping your lips.
“There was a child … they weren’t far from here, but they were injured. They must have been separated from their parents while they were on a hunting trip or something.”
As you remembered the child’s crying face, you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into your bottom lip. They reminded them of you when you were young. So weak and helpless …
“I went out to heal them and sent them towards the nearest settlement. I didn’t think I would take as long as I did.”
You weren’t sure how well he would take your admission, especially since Scaramouche wasn’t quite yet tuned to the caring nature of humanity. Or at least not from what he’s known.
For a moment, all there was between you was silence. His eyes were covered by the shade of his hair, making it impossible to infer what he must have been feeling at that moment.
“So, that was it huh?” He chuckled lowly, after what felt like a millennia. “Saving some pathetic child?”
“Yes.” You replied, unmoving from where you stood as a testament to your resolve. “Do you have a problem with that?”
He didn’t reply, or at least not verbally. No, instead you were met with the feeling of arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you into an embrace.
“Of course you’d do something as stupid as that … don’t scare me like that again. Understand Y/N?”
You couldn’t help but smile at the display, a rosy hue reaching the tips of your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around him in return, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
“No promises ~”
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ezri261 · 1 year
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Academic Rivals?
Part 1 - Scaramouche x Reader
Part 2 - Al-haitham x Reader
Part 3 - Dottore x Reader
pairings: scaramouche x reader
c/w: enemies to lovers, angst to fluff, modern au, short story
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'Why are THEY at the top this time?! They were supposed to fail this semester!'
A certain indigo-haired man was furious that his rival topped this time, while his so-called 'rival' was grinning in victory and in- well, cockiness.
"Hey look! I topped this semester, AGAIN!"
"SHUT UP WILL YOU!"
The (H/C) person laughed and went away with their friends, successfully making him more furious than ever.
"Yo, congrats on second place dude-!"
"Childe. Not. Now."
"CHILL! Did (Y/N) top you again this time? At least you still got into the top three! I'm not even in the top ten"
"That's because you're a dumbass."
"OW! I mean, true but you didn't have to say it!"
"Get away from me."
Scaramouche walked away from the ginger, whilst the ginger stood there and thought of a plan to help his friend get top one
TIME SKIP - LUNCH
Childe sat with his usual lunch buddies, you could guess who.
"Sooooo... Scara, I was thinking...-"
"DON'T even try to utter another word out of your mouth. I just know it's stupid"
"I SWEAR IT'S NOT STUPID SIGNORA!"
"Just let him utter it out, he won't shut up anyway."
"RUDE. But anyway, I found a way to get you to top one this semester!"
"This is going downhill, just continue."
Childe talked about his plan towards them and it seems like it could be a good plan (for once) and were considering it
"So you're telling me, I just have to do that to get to top one?"
"Yup!"
"I'll think about it"
"You're seriously thinking about it? How will you pull it off though?"
"I'll plan ahead, I already have one in mind."
"Sure, whatever floats your boat"
He just rolled his eyes and quickly left the table, wanting to initiate the plan immediately. He didn't know why he was so eager to do so, maybe because of the possibility that he'll rise to top one or... Something else?
"Hey, loser."
"Last time I checked, you were the person who got second place"
"Shut up. What are you doing after school?"
He crossed his arms, while they were confused, because- Scaramouche never made plans with other people, it was the other way around and they had to drag him.
"Nothing...? Why do you ask?"
"Good, meet me at the park later."
"Right. If you stand me up, I'll make sure to humiliate you."
He only tche'd and went off, not saying another word
'Weird, he probably has a plan... Better see what's up.'
They looked at the door where he left and shrugged, they didn't want to stress themselves out after a long day anyway.
TIME SKIP - PARK
They got to the park and inspected the area, expecting to not see the indigo-haired man amidst the crowd, but lo-and-behold, he was there, his back facing them.
"Didn't expect you to actually invite me here, Scaramouche."
"Kunikuzushi."
"Pardon?"
"Call me Kunikuzushi."
"That's so long, how about Kuzu instead?"
"Whatever."
They thought this sudden change of mood was weird, but they waved it off and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon with him. His company wasn't that annoying after all, he was a great person to be around with.
This continued for a few weeks, laughing, hanging out, infuriating each other for fun, and teasing. Until he popped the question 'Will you be my partner?' and our dear (Y/N) said yes because they actually enjoyed his presence around.
The new semester came and Scaramouche was feeling more confident than ever, and when the results came, he was shocked.
"Thought you'd replace my number one spot after dating me?"
"but- what- how?!"
"Childe doesn't exactly have the quietest mouth. Although, I don't mind continuing this relationship of ours."
Kuzu flushed and nodded.
Well, at least it ended well? The original plan was to make (Y/N) fall for him and get them distracted with their studies, but it seemed like he got distracted first...
STORY BASED OFF OF THIS TWEET
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cherieiu · 2 years
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mesmerising
you were.. more than he deserved. despite when he lashes out on you, you still care for the empty shell of a doll. you and your features were just, intoxicating. he felt himself getting drunk from your presence, he would do anything to feel that ecstasy again. you knew about his position as a Harbinger, yet you refused to let go of him.
embracing your figure, he rested his chin on top of your head, drinking in your scent while you drifted off to sleep. he wanted to abandon his own job so you could have the life that he wanted for you. placing a kiss on top of your forehead, he gently laid your figure on the bed, watching you in adoration.
he couldn't care less about anything else in the world right now, as long it was just you and him in the current moment, he was satisfied.
" Scara.. why aren't you asleep? you said you would. "
" shut up and sleep. i'll sleep when i want to. "
his retorts may seem menacing on the outside, but really, he just didn't know what to phrase it as. the doll never experienced a feeling called 'love' until you appeared. stroking his fingers through your hair, he softly smiled at you and laid beside you.
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'Scaramouche’s Reaction To You Saving For Him’ SAGAU
'Scaramouche's Reaction To You Saving For Him' (SAGAU!Scaramouche x Reader)
Word count- 766
A/N- It was just too good of an opportunity to pass on. I think that after retrieving the gnosis, Scaramouche would have trouble processing his feelings. He wouldn’t know what most of them mean and would be mad about it.
@fatuifucker​ I hope you like it. As a Scaramouche wanter as well, I can’t wait for 3.3.
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Here you were again, farming primogems like you usually did. Just to ensure that when his banner finally comes you'd have enough to get him. 
It was funny, really, how enthralled the players were when they first encountered him. How he was the character who gained the most popularity in the shortest amount of time, despite not even being announced as playable yet. How everyone seemed to adore him, even though his appearances in the game so far have been short and scarce. He had everyone's attention. And there you were, dutifully farming once again for none other than him.
In the beginning, he didn't pay you much attention. He still didn't like to admit it, but with time you had grown on him. You and your stubborn determination to farm for a character whose banner has not even been announced! How much foolish can you get? He would stifle a smile whenever he thought of it. Has it never occurred to you that he might not even become playable? Did you really want him that much that you saved for months only on the off chance that one day he'd get his own banner?
The irony of it was ridiculous. The defective puppet, discarded by his own mother, stripped of his very heart, now adored by so many. And most importantly you. So single-minded in your pursuit of gathering enough to have him join your team. He did so much wrong, going as far as being responsible for the death of that NPC you were friends with. What was his name again? He honestly didn't even remember. And La Signora too. Didn't you like her as well? Either you were the stupidest person he's ever met or the most forgiving. The first. Definitely, the first… 
So why did it make him feel so wrong? He couldn't make much sense of human emotion, but this was different. It wasn't like the anger he had been acquainted with for so long. This feeling was new, and it made his chest hurt whenever he saw that big, dumb grin plastered over your face after you obtained enough for another pull. He'd have time to figure that out after he'd join you. 
After he ran away with Ei's gnosis, he's been experiencing a lot more emotions that he's unfamiliar with. It was the first time he's ever felt fear. Or anxiousness.
Rumors were floating all around. And then it happened. The news of the redesign. His element was said to be changed to Anemo. Scaramouche scoffed. He clearly looked more suited for Electro. The players were unhappy. More and more stopped saving for him. 'He's wielding the wrong element,' they'd say. 'I wanted an Electro catalyst! I have no use for another Anemo unit!'
Abandoned once again. The few who stuck around were skeptical. Not only was he said to have an Anemo Vision, but some spoke of a potential redesign. He didn't want one. He was happy with his current outfit, and the players seemed happy as well. It was a disaster. He watched most of them slowly give up and spend their savings on other characters. Then there was you. Stupid, stubborn you. Banner after banner, you resisted the temptation to pull. Instead, you kept saving and saving, going past 100 Intertwined Fates and still not stopping. 'I want to get his weapon too!' You really were something else. 
His banner was said to come in version 3.3. Reruns of your favorite characters came and went, and still, your will didn't falter. What if he was Anemo? You still wanted him. What if he got a redesign? You knew you'd like him regardless. Hell, he could even become a healer and you'd still main him! It made Scaramouche's 'heart' ache. 
There was still a long way until 3.3, and perhaps you'd change your mind about him. He didn’t think he could bring himself to hate you, even if you did. But you gave him hope- something that he never thought he'd have and he found himself latching onto it, afraid of what would happen if it would be ripped away. Unbeknownst to you, with every new pull you saved for, he was there, cheering for you.
'You can do this!' 
'Come on, that commission is not even that hard…'
'You're skipping Childe's rerun? Hah! Suck it, ginger!'
'Spiral Abyss, really? You can't even beat the 11th floor? I bet I would clear it in no time without breaking a sweat. That's why you need me!
So wait for me…
Don't you dare leave me too!'
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hitomisuzuya · 10 months
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Comfort smut. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Cock warming. Biting. Choking. Soft Scara.
As much as Scaramouche had wanted to take you with him, this mission was far too dangerous for you. You were his precious treasure, a gift bestowed upon him from all the unfair in his life.
He would've been damned if you had ended up injured in the bed next to his.
You'd tried saying whatever you could to get him to take you with him. But, he'd put his foot down and told you to wait for him like a good girl.
When one of his subordinates, or what he'd like to refer to as coffin fodder, came and told you Scaramouche was injured and was asking for you, your knees nearly buckled out from under you.
You knew you should've convinced him better to take you with him, so you could've fought to protect him.
And now look at what happened.
You couldn't have rushed into the medical tent fast enough. He looked up from the novel he was reading instantly when he heard your voice. "Scara.." You breathed, "what happened?"
Scaramouche scoffed. "You should see the other guy. I'll bring you his head if you like." He raised an eyebrow when you didn't respond right away.
And he saw why: you were hastily brushing tears that were burning in your eyes, doing everything you could to avoid looking at him. He sighed. "I told them not to scare the shit out of you! Useless lugs all of you! If you don't scatter like rats right now, I'll your put heads the platter I give her!"
The shadows of his subordinates standing outside the tent could be seen scrambling away.
You giggled, wiping your eyes. It was a giggle, but Scaramouche would take it. He hated seeing you cry. If yelling at his subordinates made you laugh, he would berate them all night.
Closing his novel, he set down next and patted his lap. "C'mere," He said, guiding you with his hands on your hip to straddle him. "I'm fine," He insisted, wrapped an arm around you, "no more of this shit, okay?" His thumb swiped away a tear.
Nodding, you rested your forehead against his. "I missed you, and I worried for you the whole time. I don't like being separated from you," You said softly, nuzzling your cheek against his before you pressed soft kisses on his jaw.
Scaramouche sighed, content. His fingers played with your hair, enjoying the featherlight brush of your lips on his skin. After a few moments, he gently tugged on a lock of your hair, "I know a way you can ease the pain, doll," He said when you picked your head up from his neck to look at him.
"What is it?" You asked. You would've done anything he asked if it would take away the pain from his injuries.
"Cock warm me for awhile," Scaramouche purred, smirking when he saw the blush creep onto your cheeks. "Once I finish the book I am reading, I'll fuck you absolutely dumb."
"Promise?" You asked, licking his mouth before you got off his lap to take off your panties. Scaramouche chuckled, taking out his cock. His hands found your hips again, slowly guiding you down onto his cock. You squirmed when his cock firmly rested against your sweet spot, moaning softly as your head dropped to rest against his neck.
Scaramouche resumed reading his book, reaching occasionally to pull and pinch on your nipples and play with your clit. You bounced on his cock when your walls started to clamp around it.
His teasing continued relentlessly until you were drooling and whimpering into his neck. Time seemed to be passing agonizingly slow for you. Your body was throbbing with need when he finally put down his book.
"The ending sucked exactly like I thought it would," Scaramouche tossed the book aside before lifting you off of his cock. He flung you down onto the bed so fast that it stunned you. Without giving you time to breath, he abruptly slammed his cock inside of you.
A scream of pleasure tore from your throat, your arms wrapping around him, clinging to him. You writhed underneath him, his cock kissing your sweet spot hard enough to make you see stars.
Grabbing a handful of your hair, Scaramouche roughly yanked your head to the side. You gasped when his teeth sank harsh into your skin, sucking deep bruises.
You struggled, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. Your fingernails dug into his back, making hiss in pleasure. "Be a good girl and squirt on my cock for me. I've missed hearing you whimper, and whine for me like a pathetic slut."
His degradation made your walls snap tighter around his cock. The feeling of your release flooding onto his cock made him cum. Groaning in relief, he pulled out of you only to thrust back into you.
"Scara..please..I can't breathe," You gasped, feeling dizzy from the intensity of his pace. His only response was to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze.
Scaramouche didn't let go until you squirted on his cock again, struggling scream in pleasure for him. You barely registered when his cum painted your insides again, practically passed out when his hips slowed to a stop.
"See, I'm fine," He murmured, panting as he soothed his tongue on the deep bruises that had blossomed on your skin, "don't worry your pretty little head anymore."
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justanacorn · 2 years
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❀Lay In My Arms, I'll Comfort You❀
Comfort | Headcannons
Character(s): Scaramouche (soft scara is here for you <33)
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Sypnosis: Your parents are currently fighting at home, so you walk over to your s/o's house in search of comfort. You just didn't want to be alone right now.
TW: mentions of fighting, possible toxic household. (Tell me if there's more)
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Scaramouche:
You were at home studying. Today had already been a bad day, and the piles of homework you got didn't make it much better.
You felt very stressed. Today couldn't possibly get much worse?
But that was wrong. Very wrong.
You heard noises, so you got off your bed and walked towards the top of the stairs.
As you got closer, you already could tell what was happening. Your parents were fighting.
This wasn't an everyday thing, but it did happen sometimes. And when it did, it usually got pretty bad.
Usually, you'd just put your headphones on to the loudest setting and try to ignore it. But today... You didn't want this, and your headphones were dead.
You still had so much studying to do as well.
So you ran back to your room and put everything you needed in your bag. Lucky for you, there was no school the next day.
After packing your essentials, you quickly got a piece of paper and scribbled a note, which read: "Hey, I'll be at a friend's house tonight! I'll be back tomorrow."
With the note in hand, you walked down the stairs and placed it on the kitchen counter.
You've never done this before, so you have no idea how your parents will react with they notice the note.
Afterwards, you grabbed your jacket and slipped it on over your clothes, then ran outside in the rain.
You're very lucky that your boyfriend lived just a block away.
The walk was about 10-15 minutes until you arrived.
The sound of the water droplets hitting the ground was much more comfortable then the sound of your parents arguing back and forth.
Finally arriving at the door, you knocked on it.
"Scara!" You hugged him right as the door in front of you opened. He didn't seem to expect your arrival, but after noticing your backpack, he urged you inside.
"What are you doing here? Do you understand how late it is? And it's raining outside too." He grabbed your hand and hurried you to the leather sofa in his living room.
He lived alone, both his parents were overseas at the moment, so it was just him. Which now, you couldn't be more thankful for.
"I'm sorry for not messaging you first... My parents are fighting and I don't want to be at home right now." You sit next to him on the sofa and fold your hands into your lap.
"Do your parents know that you're here?" He glances at you with a serious expression.
"I left them a note... But I didn't specify where I went." You look at the ground with a disheartened look. He was probably going to make you go back home. This was Scaramouche after all...
"Alright. Come on." He gets off the sofa and grabs your hand, then continues to pull you towards his room.
"Huh? You aren't going to make me go home...?" You followed him curiously, genuinely shocked that he didn't turn you away.
"Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am? I sound harsh sometimes, but that doesn't change the fact that I at least care about your well-being." Finally in his room, he drags you over to his bed.
Then, he sits on the edge and yanks your arm, bringing you closer to him.
"Hey." Scaramouche lays your head on his shoulder and wraps his arms around your waste. "If this ever happened again... You can tell me. I'm here." Leaving a soft peck on your forehead...
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A/n: Sorry if this seems a bit rushed, I just wanted to write this! I hope everyone who finds themself in this situation finds a source of comfort. Take care of your mental health ^^ it's important!
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redvoid-40 · 2 years
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Skeletal Hat - Teaser
“Go on,” Scaramouche urged. “Order what you wish.”
Looking down, Dalong fidget with the hem of his shirt. “Mom said we shouldn’t ask strangers for food. That it’s the same as begging.”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering,” Scaramouche said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now be quick about it or I'll change my mind.”
The little girl standing by Dalong's side mumbled something.
“What’s that?” Scaramouche asked. “Speak up, now.”
“I want… one apple. Please.”
Scaramouche nodded before turning to the boy. “And you?”
Dalong hesitated for a moment more before turning to the vendor. “Can I have a sunsettia, uncle?”
Wide-eyed, the vendor turned to Scaramouche, who just nodded his head. “Give the children three of each. And three slices of watermelon too.”
The vendor smiled. “Of course, sir. I’ll put it in a basket for them to carry.”
“Three of each?" Dalong asked. "But, mister-”
Scaramouche shushed Dalong, taking the basket from the vendor and shoving it in his hands before giving the watermelon slices to the girl.
“One for you, one for your sister, and one for your mother,” Scaramouche said. “Now run along, you two.”
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Now, I enjoy Yandere-Scaramouche just as much as the next simp. But I WILL squeeze everything I can from the snippets of soft-Scaramouche in the lore of the Husk of Opulent Dreams set =.=
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gyustiger · 2 years
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*.'- summary! - Soft Scara with his s/o *.'- disclaimer! - fluff and a bit of angst at the end *.'- warnings! - none! *.'- features! - Scaramouche (genshin impact)
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Scara finally arrived home. Months had passed since he had stepped foot in front of your shared home. He wondered what he should say once he saw you. Should he hug you? Should he tell you how much he missed you? What should he do? Would you get mad at him for not coming home, not showing his face at you for months on end? What would you say when you saw him again? Many thoughts ran through his mind as he held the doorknob, hesitating whether to open the door or not.
Heaving a sigh, Scara turned the doorknob; the familiar homely scent infiltrated his nose, making him realise he was finally home. Maybe it was the fatigue catching up to him. Perhaps it was the relief of knowing he was home; he closed the door behind him and rushed to your shared bedroom, seeing your sleeping figure on the bed, sleeping soundly.
Taking his hat off and throwing it somewhere on the floor in the room, he slowly climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck from behind before taking in your scent. A mumble left your lips as you turned, peeling your eyes open and seeing your lover in front of you.
"Scara... welcome home," you sleepily greeted him. A chuckle escaped his lips as he kissed your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him and buried yourself into his chest. "When did you arrive?"
"Just now," he said, stroking your head gently, humming as he took another whiff of your scent. "You looked like you had a nice dream. I didn't want to wake you up."
You let out a light giggle before yawning, "do you want to take a bath? I can run you one really quickly."
"No, no, it's okay, go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning, love," he said softly, loosening his embrace and walking to the bathroom to wash up.
A few moments passed, and Scara left the bathroom and saw you in deep slumber. A sense of adoration washed over him as he climbed into bed and laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep to your gentle breathing. He wished for this moment to last forever.
He would love to wake up and fall asleep to see your face in front of him for as long as time would let him. However, time was not kind to you mortals; he would know since he was immortal.
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erabu-san · 1 year
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Cat feels safe 🥺
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mattsunnn · 8 days
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thinking about wanderer feeling touch-starved and how he just craves for you and your touch.
wanderer! who flinched when you first touched his face gently. he was just in a fight and there was a bruise on his cheek that you mindlessly caressed the skin in worry. he flinched from the sudden contact and you immediately retracted your hand from his reaction, thinking that what you did made him uncomfortable but he caught it midway, bringing your palm back again on his face to feel your warmth. his head unconsciously snuggled on your heat, eyes closing as he cherished you.
"i like it when you touch me." he opened his eyes to look at you. "if it's you then i'm okay with it." his words shocked you and how he open he's being. you felt happiness spread within your body and you smiled in answer, bringing your other hand up as well to his other cheek. you leaned forward to place a kiss on his bruised cheek before pecking his lips.
his heart leaped and he blushed, he tried to move his face so you wouldn't see his redness but you only chuckled, pecking his lips again. "well, aren't you back to your old self now?"
"huh?! whatever do you mean?!"
of course, if it is you, whatever it is will always be okay.
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soft wanderer hours because i was playing him awhile ago to explore the desert and i just AHHH
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