follow up ask: HELLO??? OH MY GOD TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT
LISTEN IT WAS A HAHA THING IN MY BRAIN AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF NIKO FOUND OUT HE'S GONNA GET PROPOSED DURING SEX AND ITS LIKE
"hmmm, do you think he hid the ring inside his ball and cum on his stomach so he can see it" and i swear i feel like i was in a manic episode thinking about it cause its so fucking stupid
Asking him if he still loves you while he's balls deep in a post-orgasm bliss and he just groans and goes "christ, I bought a ring last week" and that's how you find out he was planning to propose 👍
holding hands or arm in arm / back hugs or side hugs / breakfast in bed or moonlit dinner / forehead kiss or cheek kiss / polaroids or photo booth strips / love letters or shared playlists / romantic walk or spontaneous drive / watching the sunset or stargazing / video calls or voice notes / “i love you” with words or through actions
Note: Requested by a follower. I very rarely write for this guy, so my apologies if it's ooc T^T This takes place before Scara becomes Wanderer. ~850 words.
Tags: Scaramouche x reader, implied established relationship, implied grief, comfort (in the odd way scara can do it)
"You'll get cold idiot." Scaramouche didn't care that you jolted when he broke the tense silence that hung around you. Snezhnaya was unforgiving for humans, especially during winter.
The rustle of his harbinger coat as it fluttered through the air was all the warning you got before its heavy weight settled around your shoulders. Something about your lack of reaction unnerved him, he'd expected at least a wide-eyed look of surprise and some ridiculous stammer asking what he was doing.
Instead, you just tugged the fur-trimmed coat tighter around you. Barely even deigned to look in his direction at all. It made his lips curl in annoyance.
"Not even a 'thank you', did you go-" Scaramouche pauses the moment he steps between you and the balcony rails, forcing you to retreat. There's a painfully familiar look in your eyes and despite himself Scaramouche can't find it in himself to snap at you.
Not while your eyes are red-rimmed and your cheeks streaked with frozen remnants of tears.
Maybe your trembling hadn't only been caused by the cold.
You don't offer any explanation, don't even meet his gaze. But you do nuzzle into the fur collar, the small gesture enough of a tell to know that you wanted his presence.
So Scaramouch steps to side and lets you reclaim your spot, watching with his arms across his chest as you lean forward to rest your arms on the railing. Time ticks by in silence as you sniffle and wipe your eyes, several puffs of air turning to mist and dispersing whenever your lips part. Scaramouche doesn't feel the cold. He doesn't feel is what he reminds himself repeatedly.
Every muffled sound you make rips his chest further apart.
He perks up when you mumble something. "What? Speak up."
"..said I'm sorry.."
"For what? It's not like I had anything else to do."
Not smacking your fidgeting hands takes more restraint than expected. If he had gloves, maybe he'd have put them on you just to make it harder.
Snow falls quietly to the ground, reflecting the pale moonlight and casting shadows across your face that do nothing to hide what you aren't telling him. There's only the occasional rustle of branches, snow falling in little piles onto the ground, the few unlucky soldiers patrolling back and forth along the outer wall.
He's not interested in hearing what's bothering you, obviously, or he would've asked.
More time passes, and Scaramouche notices the exact moment you take a final shuddering breath before your shoulders relax. The change is visible even beneath his coat, you'll probably be sore tomorrow. His own shoulders mirror the movement.
"Do you have someone you miss?" You sound careful, almost frightened when you ask. The kind of question that's essentially based on a lie, you're not interested in his answer, but looking to steer the conversation towards what's on your mind. Scaramouche knew the technique, had known many humans who used it to their advantage.
"I used to."
The words taste foul on his tongue. A half truth only admitted to because there was no one else around. You, unfortunately, already knew that there were still traces of worldly filth left in him.
"Used to," you repeat while turning your hands, "so it hurts less with time."
Scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose, but before he could find a proper retort you were already talking again, spine a little straighter.
"What if I forget what all the good moments felt like? That's probably what scares me the most.."
It was easy to refute in theory. Part of Scaramouche wanted to tell you about the dreams he still had where he was back with his first 'family'. There still weren't anyone else around, no one out on the balcony or anywhere in view, no one lurking behind windows that he could see.
Before you could continue the talking yourself down a spiral, because he knew you would if given the chance, Scaramouche pressed his lips against your cheek. One hand found yours and intertwined your fingers, yours worryingly frigid, and he unceremoniously dragged you towards the door.
"Hey-"
"Shut up."
He didn't bother to turn when you made a sound of protest, there was no need seeing as you were still obediently following as he stepped back inside the palace.
"At least tell me where we're going," you demanded, voice no longer shaky with emotion. Good. He'd jostled you out of it after you'd failed to do it yourself.
"Kitchen. You need something warm to drink." He gave your hand a subtle squeeze, ignoring how his thumb had been rubbing circles into your cold skin. It was a pity he couldn't offer much in terms of body heat. "Then you can tell me all about who you're missing or whatever."
"Really?"
Scaramouche wanted to scoff at the hint of disbelief in your voice, instead his voice softened just enough for it to be noticeable. "Next time, come talk to me directly instead of freezing your ass off alone."
this or that with your selfship! (nsfw version 🔥 mdni)
heat of the moment or slow build up / multiple quick rounds or one long session / hair pulling or marking / gentle touches or passionate grabs / “don’t stop” or “i need more” / bondage or blindfolding / shower sex or kitchen sex / dirty talk or staying quiet / partially clothed or fully naked / edging or overstimulation
You don’t have to think you’re hot but other people inevitably are going to so you at least need learn to accept that perception with grace instead of falling back on self deprecation every time someone is brave enough to call you cute
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