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Can I have Scaramouche x reader, where it's Scaramouche's first time? Can either be while he's in the Fatui or as Wanderer 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Riding. Creampie.
Fatui Scara for this one😌😳 Everyone, please enjoy your day and evening. My confidence is a bit shaky today, so bear with me. I think I got carried away though lol
Thoughts of you consumed Scaramouche every day and every night. It took him awhile to come to terms with the fact he was falling in love. He'd always thought love was a useless, filthy human emotion.
He didn't realize how much he needed it until he met you.
The intimate power you were starting to give to Scaramouche was intoxicating to him. Through a flurry of heavy, open mouthed kisses while he pinned you down on the bed underneath him, he asked if you wanted to fuck for the first time and you so readily agreed.
How delightful.
Your body was a blank canvas for him to mark up and explore. And that's exactly what his mouth and hands were. Exploring. Sussing out all the sensitive parts that would make you shiver and writhe if he focused on them.
Oh how Scaramouche had waited for this moment. To make you his in every way. Every filthy way he could imagine.
His hand traced the line of your throat, bringing goosebumps in their wake as they traveled down to her chest. His thumb skimmed over your nipple, marvelling at how velvety the nub felt as it hardened. The pads of his fingers closed around it, his teeth finding purchase on your neck.
Your body twitched, pressing up against his, your hips moving suddenly to grind against his cock. He smirked as he pulled a fold of skin between his teeth to suck on. He rolled and pinched your nipple, his ears keenly focused on the soft moans that were starting to meet his ears.
"So responsive," Scaramouche murmured in awe into your neck, pulling away and admiring the bruise he'd made so dominantly close to your throat. He prodded his tongue soothingly on your inflamed skin.
He licked a line down your throat, enjoying the way the body visibly tingled in his hands as he worked his way down to your chest. He slowly swirled his tongue around your nipple.
"Fucking hell, moan more for me," Scaramouche said softly, drool pooling down your breast as he took your nipple into his mouth to suck on.
You writhed on the bed underneath him. "Sc-Sca--" You wrapped your arms around him, pressing his mouth down onto your breast. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your sensitive nipple was making your head start to feel fuzzy.
Scaramouche's eyes snapped open. The audacity of you to sound so cute and needy for him. Had the burst of pleasure overwhelmed you so much that you were incapable of saying his name?
He needed more of that. His cock pulsed between his legs, and he suddenly came to a realization. That you are the only for him. And what almost sickened him was that he'd known it all along.
The way you relaxed so submissively under him as he put some of his weight on you to reach between your legs sent him reeling. Your body curled into his touches, your hips jerking up to grind against them as he parted your drooling folds.
"So wet," He marvelled, his fingers exploring on your pussy. How fast you were soaking against them made him harder. "Tell me how you want me," He plunged two fingers inside of you.
Scaramouche knew you wanted him, but he needed to hear it. Someone actually wanted him. And someone like you. Someone who he thought was way too good for Teyvat itself, the Fatui, and certainly way too fucking for the likes of him. He needed to devoir and swallow you whole. The world was a big, scary place full of things that would take you away from him.
But here the likes of him was, reducing you to a soaking mess while he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. Your walls squeezed around his fingers as they curled relentlessly into your sweet spot.
"Please, please. I want you, Scaramouche! I need you!" Your hands gripped his sheets tightly, your hips bucking in to his fingers. His other hand stroked and caressed your thigh, pleasure curling stronger in your core as he stretched your walls apart. You reached a shaky hand out to him.
"Good girl," Scaramouche purred, intertwining his fingers with yours. He hooked the fingers pumping in and out of your cunt into your sweet spot one more time before he pulled them out of you. He relished in the way your eyes lit up hearing his praise.
He gently tugged you up to your knees as he laid down on the bed. His hands found your hips as you crawled to straddle him. "You want to be on top, huh?" He chuckled, grinding up against you, teasing the head of his cock at your entrance. That was fine. He could still more than dominate you this way.
His hands squeezed your hips hearing the string of moan that tore for your pretty mouth as he lowered you down onto his cock. He bottomed out, groaning huskily as his cock pulsed between your tight, velvety walls. "Do you feel what you do to me?" His body shook as he started bouncing you on his cock.
He was fast getting lost in the feeling of your walls stretching and squeezing wet around his cock. He almost couldn't take it. "The way you are moaning. What a slut," He said huskily, thrusting up into you with more urgency as he guide your pace.
You could barely control the shameless noises sounding from you. You trembled in his hands as you rode him, clinging to him in a way that he needed. Your moans, your whimpers, the way your body responded to him and his cock sent him further reeling.
"Cum on my cock. Be the first," Scaramouche moaned, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. He swallowed your sweet moans, curling your tongue into submission. "The only one," His teeth nipped at your lips as he pulled away.
A near scream of pleasure met with his ears as you creamed on his cock. He rubbed your clit, nursing you through your orgasm. He'd been holding himself back from cumming so he could feel you cum first. You deserved that and more for letting him be so greedy with you.
Scaramouche held your chin, his eyes eyes hazy with lust as he made you look at him. "I'm cumming inside, okay?" He purred. He would always remember the way you looked at him as you nodded, like he was the center of your whole world.
"Mhm," You turned your cheek into his hand as he caressed it. Scaramouche is the center of your world. He could feel you were throwing every ounce of passion you felt for him into the way you rode him, eager to feel him cum inside you.
"You are mine," Scaramouche couldn't help but growl, gripping your hips tighter as he thrust more roughly inside of you. "All mine," Your feeble whimpers of pleasure as you said yes, you are his made his cock pulse cum inside of you.
This wouldn't be the last time either.
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Soon!
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the right way to wear a coat
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INPRNT Update !!
I've added a bunch of my recent art to my inprnt shop :) Actually due to people asking lol, let me know if there's anything else I should add on there !!
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Two Sides of the Same Coin
How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?
Harbinger!Scaramouche x Gn!Reader
Notes: Hi, I caved. So for those asking for a part 2 on certain stories... I'm not sure how to approach a part 2 for the two of them so I did this instead. Hopefully, it satisfies you AHAHAHAHA. Also, I'm not that well-versed in writing smut but hey, I tried-
Warning: harbinger x secretary lol, cursing, NSFW, marking
Scaramouche hates everyone. That’s a fact.
Yet for some reason, he despises you.
He detests the flicker of luster within your eyes when your lips voice a low hum, triggering your body to sway along to whatever illusive melody is in that tiny brain of yours. He loathes your gratified, cat-like stretches, a testimony that amplifies his obscene appetite. He finds himself revolted by your ability to catapult his judgment far from the naked eye, and inspire his thoughts to vanish into nonexistence.
He hates this so fucking much.
How can one even bear this much animosity towards someone? Even he didn’t know. All he was aware of was how much it aggravated him when he saw you exhibiting interest in anyone that wasn’t him. For Archon’s sake, you were his secretary. Not Childe’s. Not Dottore’s. Not even Her Majesty’s.
His secretary.
Is that so hard to understand? Even a brain like yours could surely discern something so unambiguous. So why were you still preoccupied with others? Especially with those worms who were beneath his rank? How baffling could this concept be that even you can not be conscious of it?
How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?
For someone like Scaramouche, life was nothing but a cruel joke. Providing him the luminescence of his longing only to be dispelled and scattered within the air he didn’t need. It has happened three times already. He doesn’t need it to resurface and transpire again.
He despises you so much he won't let you be his 4th.
And he despises you so much he’ll make sure to drill this lesson in that thick-headed skull of yours.
Wretched whines and hitched gasps reflect around the room, only to bounce against the walls and into Scara’s ear, appeasing his vulgar notions. He's been at it for… how long now? An hour? Or two? He couldn't remember. But why should he keep track? He was far gone, consumed by his irrational side that led his sensibility astray. Everything around him has withered away as his focal point shifted to your mellow and inviting passage. The tight heat provided solace akin to that of a home. His home. Oh, how he wishes he could stay inside of you forever.
“Remember this, you fucking whore”, he hisses as he adjusts your position for his convenience. He relished the way your nails jab at his skin, scraping against his back as he rams into your sweet spot. It drove him insane. Despite the turmoil of sweat and cum, the movement of his hips does not falter. If anything, he proceeds to fasten his pace. "I'm your boss," he growls as his slender fingers curl around your hips, "Your Harbinger."
His lips twitched upwards as he instilled in his memory the way your face contorted in pleasure. "And you...", he pauses, only to deliver a hard thrust that provokes more moans to spill out your pretty mouth,
"You are nothing more than my secretary"
Scara kept jack hammering into you, forcing your face on the pillow to stifle your piercing cries of ecstasy as he subdued you. He's going to make sure you'll be the good little bitch he wants you to be. His figure looms over you like a shadow, an impending threat as he takes you from behind. "You obey me", he snarls as he inclines his head near your ear. He grapples your chin for him to catch a glimpse of your adorable face. It delights him to see your tear streaked features pressed against the pillow, seeking an end to this twisted play as your body argues and wails for more. At a leisurely pace, he slithers down your neck as his hot breath leaves a succession of feather light kisses on your skin. "You do everything I tell you to do"
With a vigorous bite, he slams with ferocity before burying himself in a great depth inside you. A wanton moan pushes past your lips as he starts to grind. It was euphoric, a dopamine boost that is sure to maneuver him over the edge. "I'm not going to let anyone have you,” he chuckles, “not even the gods"
His hold was secure, ensuring that you can’t slip away. Not like you would anyways. Not when you get a thrill out of this as much as he does. He knows how much you savor every inch of his cock as it throbs and shudders against your tight walls
"Just you wait", he grins against the comfort of your complexion as he unhands your hips, "I'll become a god”
“Your god"
He withdraws from the intimate space with a smirk. He stationed his hands on top of your thighs, before spreading them apart. An incentive to impale himself further into you and propel you to see Celestia in all its glory..
"And you'll be my first follower. You'll devote yourself to me and me only. You'll worship like the fucking god I am"
His thoughts ran back to the failures of the past. Past people who fractured glass words known as promises, who didn’t care enough to sustain him in their grasp, who withdrew from his life and left him to fend for himself. Each one of them took a piece of the puppet, and never had the heart to return it back. And now, in your grasp was a substantial segment of him that he never wanted to give away. Yet, somehow, you had managed to snatch it away.
He hates you for it.
And he hates himself even more for wanting you to keep it.
So he has no choice. He won't let you be one of them. He won't allow himself to lose you too.
"I'll keep you safe. I'll always look after my most devoted follower"
He's going to become a god, that’s for sure. He’s going to attain the towering heights of power possible and bind you to him for all eternity. He veers down, before puncturing your flesh with his teeth. It leaves a deep impression on your smooth skin. A mark of promise.
"So don't you dare fucking leave me behind. Understand?"
"I won't allow it”
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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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Is he pretty enough yet? [ wip ]
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"Why do you hate thunder, my lord?" You found yourself asking him one day. Scaramouche hated most things, that much was blatantly obvious based on the expressions he always made, but thunder and lightning was something that he had a particular distaste for. When he smelled the rain coming, he'd mumble something beneath his breath and request that the windows be shut and the curtains drawn.
Rarely did you ever open your mouth to ask him about himself and rarely did he give you an answer. But this was a time where even your fear wasn't consuming your curiosity and you genuinely felt as if you needed to know.
"Why do you?" He questioned, not even bothering to look up from his book. The man's words sounded as uninterested and as bland as normal. But him turning the question on you wasn't normal. It wasn't usual. Typically, if he didn't want to answer a question that you asked him, you would be met with silence or a hum followed by a wave of his hand.
You thought for a moment. You'd never been asked why you didn't like thunder and lightning and hence, you never thought of the reason, "I suppose because it's loud...and it scares me, my lord."
"Then that's why I hate it," gentle, cold fingers reached up to trace from your ear to your cheek. His touch which normally disgusted you felt truly sincere, "I hate it because it scares you."
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HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)
♡ chapter twenty-three — friends? (💋)
"Hey, if any reason we don't make it out without anyone seeing us, I just want to say that," You paused to look at him while you two were walking. "I think I’d rather be in a dating scandal with an insulin pen than you."
The corners of his lips twitched. "Wow." He said sarcastically, attention mainly on where he was going. "I never knew you were capable of thinking."
"My brain power’s not for free, just so you know," You immediately responded. "I changed my mind what I said earlier. I want at least three Twitter apologies and a lifetime supply of Jason Derulo concert tickets."
Scaramouche's eyebrows furrowed, giving you the nastiest side-eye that you could have ever imagined from him. "I'd rather take my chances with the scandal, thanks.”
You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly with your elbow. You couldn't help but look at him a lot more than usual today. The allure that rang true put him in a different light, despite the light not being your cup of tea whenever he opens his mouth.
It was almost like the gravity of the situation didn't matter anymore. Still, you remained high and mighty. "I guess I'd want to be around me too."
"You're very sure of yourself for someone who's annoying every other day of the week."
"I’ll take it. It's why I exposed you so bad, and you flailed." You smiled, which caused Scaramouche to grunt in frustration. "You got burned, and you knew it too. Despite all odds, I kind of won."
"You did? Is that why you went AWOL for two weeks when I responded?" There was a split moment of silence between them as they stood there, and Scaramouche chuckled. The sound was low and throaty in the dimly lit alleyway. "All the considering, and this is very painful to say, but you were better with words than I was."
"Is that... another COMPLIMENT I HEAR COMING FROM YOUR-? I forgot it’s three in the morning." You sighed, shoulders dropping. "I'm satisfied with being the cunning wordsmith."
“You’re also just pretty fucking unfortunate to be around, but we can stroke your ego.”
“I love that you’re taking the diplomatic approach here.” You teased, feeling your heart warm up from his staring. Both of you looked at each other, uncertain to say anything, but hesitant to break the eye contact.
“Hey— uh.” You continued, stammering on your words. “If this all blows over? You wanna…go out?”
The amount of silence that was between them should have been enough of an indication to you, but you definitely knew it was solidified once he looked at you with a blank stare. “No.”
“Yeah, no. I started feeling like I was going to vomit when I said that anyway.” You quickly recovered, turning your body away to bite at your hand. Your eyes squeezed tight in embarrassment, hoping that you melt by some galactic beam in the next two seconds.
Amongst their chatter, and the alleyway that hid both of your figures, a distant rumble slowly became louder as the sound echoed off the walls. A pair of headlights pierced the darkness, and the beams of them against the worn down pavement on the curb assured them that it was definitely the group.
"Come on, come on!" Hu Tao shouted from the window, making you and Scaramouche cringe. She clearly found joy from this, because for some reason, the smile plastered on her face spoke volumes.
You both shared a fleeting glance, a silent exchange of words before entering the car.
"Well, well, well. If I would have known that Scaramouche himself would be in my car, I would have put 3/4th's water in my gas tank." Heizou raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with amusement and mirth.
"Oh, be nice." You pursed your lips, squinting. "Like you made an effort to help me out in the past. Now you're on your high horse?"
"Um, that's alleged."
"Really? Is it? How's that case against (Y/N)'s hater going, Officer Shikanoin? Found any way to protect them?" Lumine spoke up, her arms crossed stubbornly. "Well?"
"Listen! I was given a very narrow band of things that I can do with that! Aaaand, my hands were tied with a lot of other things." Heizou defended.
"Yeah, I'm sure your hands were tied with all the Cheetos you were picking up, the ones you spilled in some sawdust." Yanfei chimed in with a wry grin. "But I suppose I can't blame you for your...preferences."
"You knew that was an accident."
"Oh Heizou, I never saw it as an accident."
The two of them were arguing so much with input from the others in the car, that you and Scaramouche could only look at each other again and back at the scene. This was the only way the two of you were getting home safe from social media.
"You wasted 2 hours picking up every single one-"
"I don't see how this is relevant to where we're going right now!" Heizou immediately interrupted her before she could finish. "Directions, anyone? Before I hit a dead end?"
Yanfei immediately started tapping on her phone screen, pulling up the GPS navigation app she used. "So you turn left, but the rest of it is all you." She said, shoving her phone towards Heizou who snatched it out of her hand.
"Where are we going anyway?" Hu Tao asked, too enamored in Yanfei to say anything substantial until now.
"Ei has a vacation lodge, it's pretty cool, and it has way too many guest rooms. We're going there, I assume you have a key to it, Scaramouche?"
Scaramouche couldn't even respond properly, only offering a yard long stare. "How do you know she has a vacation lodge?"
"Did you forget that you're an influencer?" Another mysterious voice, almost similar to a child’s, appeared suddenly.
Nahida’s head popped up from the back seat, next to Lumine. It was less surprising knowing that all of them were clashing groups, anyway. But Aether’s eyes narrowed to the front seat.
“Officer Shikanoin…” Aether said in almost a disgusted tone. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“It’s definitely NOT what you’re thinking right now—” Heizou took his hands off the wheel, causing the car to swerve for a split second. “DEAL WITH IT, okay. I’ll explain when we get there.”
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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.
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wip mouchie
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It has now been 500 DAYS since Wanderer's first banner!
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✦ : ❝ 𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 !
꒰synopsis꒱ in which you’re hurt, and it affects scaramouche far more than he’d like to admit. 1165 words.
꒰warnings꒱ angst, non-graphic mentions of injuries and blood, scaramouche needs a hug and a hot cup of tea ꒰as a treat꒱.
꒰adi moment꒱ literally cannot stop naming my fics after songs! genuinely so fun! anyway, it's been a while since i've written any angst, so here's an attempt at writing some for mr. mouche! i hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི..◜ᴗ◝..꒱ྀི১
Bright lights, foreign machinery, gloved hands, white fabric stained red. The oppressive stench of antiseptic weighs heavy in the air, tainted only by the faint hint of something metallic, and were his mechanical body capable of accomplishing such a fear, Scaramouche is certain that it would’ve caused him to faint.
Pushing past patients and staff alike, he comes to deem the hypothetical preferable. A mercy, really, one that his creator was much too cruel to bestow upon him, one that he knew the Doctor would loathe to bless him with. What he wouldn’t give to lie back down on that cold vivisection table, gears and wires jutting out of porcelain skin. To have been in the right place at the right time, to have been attacked in your stead, to see you carrying on at one of the many other Fatui camps, none the wiser as to the tortures he’s endured. For your sake, no less.
꒰Because he could handle it. Because those wounds would heal.꒱
Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.
He bumps into a particularly rowdy patient, then, catches himself as she’s sent stumbling into a wall. The coat of her uniform, worn proudly atop her medical gown, looks more akin to something out of a Fontainian horror film than official garb, ripped up and stained to an almost unrecognizable state. One of the injured, clearly. One of the other soldiers by your side. So why was it that she could walk around just fine?
The blood drains from her face as she whirls around to confront him, a look of abject horror taking the place of her previous scowl. Static wells up in the air, and she quickly kneels, though her body seems to protest the sudden movement. Insults swirl around in his mind, and Electro gathers at his fingertips, yet he finds himself paralyzed before her, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as she trembles. Like a leaf caught in the midst of a hurricane.
Somewhere out in the Inazuman countryside, a child plucks one off a branch, bright red pressed against his cheek to match his dutifully applied eyeliner. An abrupt gust of wind rips it from the tiny hand, whisking it away to someplace neither can follow. The boy tries anyway. The puppet finds that he can’t keep up.
꒰The boy slips out of his sight entirely.꒱
The pit within his chest grows impossibly larger, the bāchīs attached to his hat colliding with her figure as he turns around. She breathes out a sigh of relief, and he hears somebody rush over to help her up. He’d deal with it later.
Save for your unconscious body, your hospital room is empty when he arrives. A small table sits before your bed, and a bouquet of unbloomed flowers obscures the view of your face, droplets of water condensing on the surface of the clear vase. This is not done for other patients, he knows. A small part of him can’t help but wonder whether the gesture was for your sake or his.
He’s hardly in control of his limbs as he enters the space, closes his eyes only to see glances of a golden feather and fire and blood dripping out of an ornate, handheld box, and—His fingers curl around the top rail of a chair, pulling it to your bedside. A small, shaky, pathetic noise escapes him as he sits, a hand shooting up to readjust the hat sitting atop his head. The bells attached to it mock him. It takes an embarrassing amount of self-restraint to keep from throwing it across the room, though he eventually settles for laying it onto the floor beside him.
Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.
There is something fragile, foul, and bloody resting inside of your chest. Like a winding key, almost, he remembers the blacksmiths telling him, a tool that powers humans, not unlike the electricity that powered him. A heart.
He had wanted one of his own, once, back when he was young and stupid. So he could feel, just as humans felt. So he could love, just as humans loved. So he could be, just as humans did. But he was smarter, now, outgrown the foolish name he’d been given, the banal traditions taught to him, the disgusting emotions that they’d once defiled his hollow chest with. And only now, in some sick twist of fate, was his childish dream finally realized.
꒰What have you done to him?꒱
His fingertips tentatively graze over the middle of your bandaged chest, almost as if you were made of glass, almost as if he feared that his touch might shatter you. He could shatter you, really, if he wanted to; would, even, if it were anybody else lying before him. You’re lucky in that sense, he muses, yet it seemed that not even luck could lessen the extent of your injuries. You were human, after all. Inherently weak. Easily breakable. Why you so foolishly chose to rush into battle rather than wait for his return, he doubts even the Goddess of Wisdom would be able to understand.
꒰He could’ve protected you. Why didn’t you let him protect you?꒱
You don’t stir as he moves his chair closer, wood scraping against wood until his legs are pressed uncomfortably against the side of the mattress. Although he refuses to worship any God, he finds himself praying that your eyes don’t suddenly shoot open to witness him in such a demeaning state. You’ve never taken your wounds seriously, after all, and he doubts he’d be able to handle your asinine nonchalance. More than that, however, should the pain overwhelm you past your limit, he knows he won’t be able to handle your grief.
He sucks in a breath, unnecessary as it is. Then another, only to find it catching in his throat. His hands tremble, and he bows his head. He, the Balladeer. He, the son of Baal. He, a discarded puppet, lays his head directly atop your heart, hangs onto its every beat like a devout, and sullies your bandages with the tears of a failed creation.
You’re here with him. Unconscious, but breathing. It is not enough, but it will do, at least for the time being. Because you’ll wake up. Because you have to. Because he loves you, like a fool, like humans do.
Because Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.
A nurse enters your room the next morning, golden rays of light streaming through the window and onto your bed. The Balladeer sleeps alongside you, hands clutching desperately onto the fabric of the thick coat now carefully draped over your body. His makeup is smudged, red eyeliner streaking down his face, the gorgeous strands of his indigo hair splayed out messily around him. They consider waking him, though the thought is quickly abandoned. Even they know to choose their battles wisely.
꒰A tear slides down his cheek. They close the door behind them when they leave.꒱
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have you ever noticed that wanderer’s signature dish doesn’t have eel despite you using eel to cook it? while you could argue it’s hidden, people theorise that he takes it out because he knows nahida hates seafood 🫠🫠
i was trying to draw cover art for a new comic compilation book and it was initially b&w but i ended up drawing proper backgrounds with lighting for the first time 🥹 really glad it turned out well!!
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