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i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k
raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.
there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment.
childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family.
what a corny nickname…
irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.”
scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?”
“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze.
“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.”
“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?”
the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.”
“sure thing.”
already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with.
it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him… with flash.
scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.
from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural.
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4EVER scaramouche x f!reader
summary when scaramouche was forced to go on a vacation to his auntie's summer house in fontaine, he meets a girl who might help him out.
aka. . . falling in love during the summer was not on your to-do list but was it worth the risk?
listed as a summer romance, hurt / no comfort, mild chatfic contains typical scaramouche, strong language, established situationship, teenage love, modern au, time-skip chapters, explicit language additional note this was from my prev. account but i'll be rewriting it & twilight to dawn is a moodboard btw. see updates on this tag
the record player . . . twilight 2 dawn
ii. from the window
iii. seasons
iv. to be added
extra: the sun shines among other stars & the total eclipse
aspetto ancora un giorno by piero piccioni
one more day and it's finally over, finals week or your final week? find out next time to know if name's status is alive or dead!! you dialed dan heng on your phone, "dan heng, did you have miss cocolia's history of belobog's final yet?"
"no, it's tomorrow."
"oh my god, i swear, that test she piled together is like hell. how am i supposed to remember how did belobog's demise went down?" you complained, digging your face closer to your pillow. hearing dan heng stifle a laugh, "huh? what's so funny, dan heng?"
"well..." thats when you knew that dan heng knew something you didn't. man, why didn't you take up on the offer to study with him.
"well what?"
"it's because when the war of gods was over, their aeon, jarilo-vi welcomed a long period of peace, allowing them to develop from a hunter-gatherer society to one that could conduct spaceflight. however, since their resources couldn't have had kept up with the industrial era of belobog. therefore, the descent of eternal freeze became along and destroyed the glorious yet short-lived civilians."
"why didn't you make me take up the offer to study with you, dan heng!" you complained.
"i did. you were the one persistently-” he changed his voice to be pitched to mock yours. "-saying, 'oh dan heng, i dont need help. i can do this myself. here i'll prove myself."
"ok. dan heng... no need to rub salt into the wound."
"do you want me to help you next time?"
"yes please."
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now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (2/2)
three patches or so later, your beautiful dan heng, fully maxed, has been powercrept… by a beautiful purple lesbian and a cyborg cowboy. it’s so devastating despite your dan heng being graded as a S build and having numerous supports such as huohuo and sparkle. he would never hit high numbers like acheron. you mourned as you lost her fifty fifty again on her second banner.
unbeknownst to you, scaramouche is secretly giggling to himself. did he expect dan heng to be brutally power crept? no, but is he happy that dan heng il is no longer meta and therefore, he doesn’t need to see him ever again? yes. though, he forgets one issue: hoyoverse will continue releasing better and cooler characters, as for right now. you’re hellbent on getting acheron and sunday. scaramouche prepared himself for the hell he will experience and be inflicted with torture (getting jealous over fictional characters and being embarrassed afterwards).
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now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (1/2)
scaramouche can’t believe that you’re all over this “dan heng” guy and let’s be real, clearly, your glorious boyfriend, loud and proud, is so much better than this… game character who supposedly likes to read. frankly, he was fine about dan heng and how you rambled about him late at night, in his embrace whilst cuddling your dan heng plush. but now he firmly believes it might have gotten out of hand. it’s been days, weeks since he has seen you step out of your room. ok, maybe you didn’t hole up in your room every day, but he’d only seen you go out to take a piss and eat food, which were mostly just snacks. all because this dan heng guy is actually some dragon. a dragon?? can he even compete with that?
whatever… can dan heng chop these apples for you? the apple under scaramouche’s knife getting slaughtered into perfectly chunky apple slices. can he come out of his virtual world and give you snacks? no! he can’t. because he’s 2D! and here you have your lovely, awesome, handsome boyfriend, scaramouche, who is REAL, 3D and not at all fictional. can dan heng be cool enough to even cut your apples like ladybugs and rabbits?
does dan heng know what you love the most? does he? can dan heng know his girlfriend better than he does? the answer is most definitely a no.
now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (2/2)
three patches or so later, your beautiful dan heng, fully maxed, has been powercrept… by a beautiful purple lesbian and a cyborg cowboy. it’s so devastating despite your dan heng being graded as a S build and having numerous supports such as huohuo and sparkle. he would never hit high numbers like acheron. you mourned as you lost her fifty fifty again on her second banner.
unbeknownst to you, scaramouche is secretly giggling to himself. did he expect dan heng to be brutally power crept? no, but is he happy that dan heng il is no longer meta and therefore, he doesn’t need to see him ever again? yes. though, he forgets one issue: hoyoverse will continue releasing better and cooler characters, as for right now. you’re hellbent on getting acheron and sunday. scaramouche prepared himself for the hell he will experience and be inflicted with torture (getting jealous over fictional characters and being embarrassed afterwards).
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now playing. . . bubble gum by clairo
a bag full of mora and a heart heavy with unspoken wishes, your feet skipping along the pavement with your best friend dragging himself behind you, heavy steps. there were differences between you and him, others described it as the sun and the moon. others mocked how scaramouche dared to tarnish his reputation by hanging with a plain, foolish girl like yourself. but among that crowd were people who believed you were better off than dwelling around a boy who would only drag you down with him in the nearest future. well, you knew better than those lowlifes and so did he.
it was a tradition of yours, to keep wishing whatever you wanted. frankly, scaramouche thought tossing coins into the water, praying the wish to come true was dumb. it would be easier to buy a feast with your allowance with the amount of mora you throw into there. it was dumb. but he still watched you throw one gold coin plop into the water, splashing a little.
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now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (1/2)
scaramouche can’t believe that you’re all over this “dan heng” guy and let’s be real, clearly, your glorious boyfriend, loud and proud, is so much better than this… game character who supposedly likes to read. frankly, he was fine about dan heng and how you rambled about him late at night, in his embrace whilst cuddling your dan heng plush. but now he firmly believes it might have gotten out of hand. it’s been days, weeks since he has seen you step out of your room. ok, maybe you didn’t hole up in your room every day, but he’d only seen you go out to take a piss and eat food, which were mostly just snacks. all because this dan heng guy is actually some dragon. a dragon?? can he even compete with that?
whatever… can dan heng chop these apples for you? the apple under scaramouche’s knife getting slaughtered into perfectly chunky apple slices. can he come out of his virtual world and give you snacks? no! he can’t. because he’s 2D! and here you have your lovely, awesome, handsome boyfriend, scaramouche, who is REAL, 3D and not at all fictional. can dan heng be cool enough to even cut your apples like ladybugs and rabbits?
does dan heng know what you love the most? does he? can dan heng know his girlfriend better than he does? the answer is most definitely a no.
now playing. . . bubble gum by clairo
a bag full of mora and a heart heavy with unspoken wishes, your feet skipping along the pavement with your best friend dragging himself behind you, heavy steps. there were differences between you and him, others described it as the sun and the moon. others mocked how scaramouche dared to tarnish his reputation by hanging with a plain, foolish girl like yourself. but among that crowd were people who believed you were better off than dwelling around a boy who would only drag you down with him in the nearest future. well, you knew better than those lowlifes and so did he.
it was a tradition of yours, to keep wishing whatever you wanted. frankly, scaramouche thought tossing coins into the water, praying the wish to come true was dumb. it would be easier to buy a feast with your allowance with the amount of mora you throw into there. it was dumb. but he still watched you throw one gold coin plop into the water, splashing a little.
now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (1/2)
scaramouche can’t believe that you’re all over this “dan heng” guy and let’s be real, clearly, your glorious boyfriend, loud and proud, is so much better than this… game character who supposedly likes to read. frankly, he was fine about dan heng and how you rambled about him late at night, in his embrace whilst cuddling your dan heng plush. but now he firmly believes it might have gotten out of hand. it’s been days, weeks since he has seen you step out of your room. ok, maybe you didn’t hole up in your room every day, but he’d only seen you go out to take a piss and eat food, which were mostly just snacks. all because this dan heng guy is actually some dragon. a dragon?? can he even compete with that?
whatever… can dan heng chop these apples for you? the apple under scaramouche’s knife getting slaughtered into perfectly chunky apple slices. can he come out of his virtual world and give you snacks? no! he can’t. because he’s 2D! and here you have your lovely, awesome, handsome boyfriend, scaramouche, who is REAL, 3D and not at all fictional. can dan heng be cool enough to even cut your apples like ladybugs and rabbits?
does dan heng know what you love the most? does he? can dan heng know his girlfriend better than he does? the answer is most definitely a no.
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i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k
raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.
there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment.
childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family.
what a corny nickname…
irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.”
scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?”
“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze.
“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.”
“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?”
the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.”
“sure thing.”
already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with.
it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him… with flash.
scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.
from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural.
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now playing. . . tip toe by hybs
when scaramouche arrived at your house for a quick date, he didn't expect you to be in a frilly prom dress with bows and all. the way you turned over made him feel like he was intruding into your home abode. but he did tell you that he was on the way so maybe it is really your fault? he retorted, "i thought you said you didn't want to go to prom."
you quickly grabbed a big, tan trench coat draped over yourself. nervously laughing, "yeaaah... but i just wanted to look cool to you."
scaramouche just looks like a guy who wouldn't want to go to prom. but the way he was looking at you made you flustered. the guy you like is at your house. maybe, call yourself delusional but was his eyes were enchanted by you?
if he was though... you folded like a chair. he just threw you out of orbit and now, you're gone.
however, you didn't expect the next words out of his mouth. scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows, like he didn't believe what you just said, "you're my girlfriend? of course, i'd think you're cool."
"i am?" you reiterated, "i am your girlfriend?"
he scrunched up his face. it's kind of silly to see a guy like him scrunch up his face. even though the two of you have been friends for a good year, some expressions of his is a treat to see. "are you not?"
is it weird to ask him what are we? "i would like to be." fiddling with the ends of your frills, he sat down on the couch, dumbfounded. "but you are."
at the same time the both of you replied,
"you never asked?"
"i thought you knew?" he's kidding right? there's a small, frankly, big, part of you that wants it not to be a joke. but the teensy tiny voice in your brain refuses to believe it. you looked at his face, looking for any trace of jokes but you found none.
"anyway, did you want to go to prom? i could sneak you in, my mom funds like school anyway." he pulled you on his lap, careful of placing your frills down neatly. shifting out, you turned to him, "scaramouche, i thought we were-"
"yeah? but now we are dating?"
you sighed and gave up. once he put his mind to something, he doesn't stop. "okay, to answer your other question, yeah, i do want to go."
"good because i already got you tickets."
the abundance of scara content in this site is making me glad. Even if I die and get resurrected at a later Date, ik there's always a fresh scara fic flowing around this site.
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now playing. . . margarita sugar (indigo + friends vers) by chrysalis
it’s twisted to think it would ever end because before she was even herself. everyone from their hometown even called them romeo and juliet. it always had been scaramouche and her. always.
but now, staring at her phone, her finger hovering over their past chat. the memories from the past were fleeting away from her grasp, the shadows of what if weighting on her shoulders. hesitating to delete the messages, she refused to even. time’s moving quickly. would she ever get over scaramouche? was it all her fault for thinking they could handle it? she knew their relationship becoming long distance would be too much for the both of them to handle, especially how their communication styles were on the opposite ends.
in a way, being called “romeo and juliet” always had a negative connotation. to a normal person, it sounds sweet. but the idea clung to her like melted sugar, it would end for a reason. there was a reason why romeo and juliet were called star-crossed lovers. it was bittersweet, the call of it all ending was filled with venom to the brim. useless words just to get the point across. then the silence that followed. the stretched pause, waiting for the other to speak.
waiting for the bated breath to say an apology– “i didn’t mean it”, “i miss you, let’s start over”, “forget the break, we still need each other” – but it never came.
maybe it was wishful thinking because they remained to be friends. she knew in some way that her heart would always pull to him. in her heart she knew she’d see him again.
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i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k
raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in.
there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment.
childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family.
what a corny nickname…
irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.”
scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?”
“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze.
“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.”
“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?”
the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.”
“sure thing.”
already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with.
it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him… with flash.
scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.
from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural.
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now playing. . . across the universe by fiona apple
scaramouche doesn't understand your antics and how you always manage to pull out a "what if" question out of nowhere. of course, he does reply to all with them, with truth. he remembers when "will you still love me if i was a worm?" was trending and you were reposting on tiktok cute replies to the question. however, when you asked him that question, he said, "no."
you were incredibly distraught, "what do you mean??" he laughed at your demise until he noticed how you were fed up with him. "sorry, excuse me, let me explain."
you glanced at him with a look that only said, "explain yourself."
"okay, i wouldn't love you still if you were the worm. i'll love you as a worm while you're a worm. well?"