#cheeky reader

[flovvrish]

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!

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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Could I request a Corrupted V x Cheeky where they almost die (you can pick how) and V freaks out and when they get back to wherever they’re living, V try’s to heal them?

Man, y'all really be asking for pain now, aren't you?

Hey, if that's what you like, I'm not gonna judge you. Let's me flex my angst writing.

This is a little short though.

Could be Pre or Post-Corruption V.

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is Cheeky

~ Dari

On the Other Foot

He promised to protect you.

So how did it end up like this?

His hands were shaking violently, though he attempts to force himself to stop. Especially as there was no one else around to help.

There's so much blood.

Red spilling across the pavement.

V shouldn't be so bothered by it, spilling and seeing it should be a normal occurrence. Having seen all his beloved siblings and loved ones butchered and broken meant that he should have been prepared.

His breath wheezed from his chest, willing his magic to close the wounds.

Cuts sting on his arms but he barely feels them.

... Is this how you felt?

An ugly twisted mass of turmoil set itself in his throat and he needed to force back the bile.

Helplessly, he choked out, "Ch - Cheeky..?"

You didn't even flinch, body splayed out on the gray cement. His head dropped to your chest, praying to the gods he compelled to exist - to hope against hope that you were alive.

The thuds of your still beating heart resounded against his head, he practically choked on his lungs when he realized how slow it was. His hands were shaking as he lifted you up, scrambling to his feet.

V felt like he could vomit, that he could fall apart if he failed to keep you alive. He just kept running and running, even with breaths that burned on the way down and aching legs - he keeps going and going.

"Please, please," He begged the skies internally "let Cheeky be okay."

[luimagines]

I feel like reader should draw on Time's neck, like something small that he wont notice but others would. Of course readers would be covered.

Something small, like a heart or a star, just where he wouldn't be able to see it.

Reader's would probably be covered by a scarf or a cloak or something that no one would think twice about.

.....Reader draws a winky face

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Funny Thought

You know how Cheeky got jealous of L in canon??

... Consider: V being jealous of L insyead

Cheeky and L really and truly bonded in the time that he was out, their friendship grew and even their kindness softened L up a bit.

After she left them, Cheeky starts to miss her.

While spending time alone with V again is nice... It's just not the same as it was. They just really miss their friend after some time, even if the lingering feelings of envy were there - they really cared more about how she was doing.

Especially when she'd be flying solo again, even after losing almost all her family.

Even V eventually notices that Cheeky is a bit down in the dumps, and upon asking... He's taken aback at how earnestly they admit to missing L.

They smile weakly and say they'll probably get over it but now that he knows why they're so glum, there's an itch in the back of his brain and a feeling bubbling inside him.

He doesn't know what it is but he's strangely annoyed. Brushes it off mostly; Cheeky and L were likely to make nice while he was gone. It's a given.

But then he's more affected than he liked to admit. Cheeky is a little less liberal with physical touch and general affections, they still crack the occasional naughty joke and flirt lightly but it felt more like... Banter than their usual advances.

Friendly but distant.

Again, they took him more seriously and he prided himself on that.

It's not until they see L again weeks later is he reminded of what he was missing. It was a surprise, just a lull in a string of raiding corporation buildings.

Just at a pub altogether again.

Cheeky was so utterly excited, they practically flew at L to engulf her in a warm hug that sent them both giggling. They were even daring enough to give her a kiss on the cheek. She didn't even protest, laughing with her full chest.

They stayed like that for a bit before Cheeky led her over to V, keeping hold on her hand that whole time... L even blushed when Cheeky told her they missed her, playfully batting at them to stop teasing her.

V watched this heartwarming return with a mixture of things, somewhat realizing how long it's been since Cheeky had shown him anything like that... Other than when they shared a bed.

He decided he didn't like th churning in his gut and physically fought to keep a scowl off his face and tell himself that he was happy to see L too.

L is the only one that noticed he was glaring holes into their joined hands the whole time.

~ Dari

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Hi! I normally don't request anything but I've noticed you've made some Scythe audio content and I absolutely adore it!

I was wondering if you could make something where Cheeky gets hurt and Vv is worried. Idk I think it could be cute.

Thank you for your time! <3

I wanted to combine all of these because the premise are all very similar so here it is!

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is Cheeky

tw: mentions of gore, spoilers of villain series, atrocity, blood, nightmares, implied ptsd,

~ Dari

A Moment of Silence

It is way to early for him to wake, his body shakes him from rest. Like there is a disruption thrumming through the energy he'd used to protect the house, eyes darting open as the chill from his side made him realize something.

A shot of panic rattled his heart and he shot up from bed.

Where were you?

Eyes darting about the dark room.

He felt you before he saw you, his superior senses honing in on the disruption in your magic.

He's out of the bed faster than he can admit, crossing the threshold of the space into the kitchenette. The hotel was pretty shitty, but the little space was an acceptable accommodation for two people on the run.

V smelt the blood before his gaze focused upon you, knelt on the tile floor and shakily picking up glass shards.

Quiet as a mouse, intent on not waking him.

A pang rung through his chest.

"Cheeky." His voice is low, even.

You still jumped, head snapping at him in a moment of fear.

But settled back into the feelings of frustration and distress, attention focused back on the task.

"Sorry," You set the last large shard in the trash bin, though your red stained hands shook "did I wake you?"

He watched you, studying the expression twisted on your face for a moment.

You didn't look up, quietly continuing, "I couldn't sleep."

Lie.

The dark circles ringing your sleepy eyes meant that you would have just fell over if you wanted to, exhaustion sweeping like a wave off of your skin.

V reached and grabbed your wrists to stop you, brows furrowing.

A sort of achy, twisted feeling wrapped around his ribs, leaving knots wrapping up in the pit of his stomach as he watched the blood continue to seep from the little cuts on your soft hands.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll take care of it.”

There is a barest hint of a flinch as his tone and you opened your mouth to protest.

But his ruby gaze was darker than usual; though they practically glowed in the dim light. There is something in them that make you understand that it wasn’t a request.

Just like that, you drifted to the little love seat. Holding your hands just so they didn’t drip all over the carpets and floors.

Over the sounds of cars and the low hum of industrial lights, of crickets and Corporation sirens... Was the sound of glass being moved from the kitchen.

The moment allowed you to think.

As you peer down at the crimson mess that was your sliced palms.

Blood.

An almost earth shattering shudder rushed through you, followed with the gnarled, mangled images of bodies flashing across your peripherals like horrid ghosts. Young children; innocent and helpless, torn from life from a monster that had no right to living. The sounds of their screams that he forced into your skull, bouncing around, taunting you.

Holding V’s broken body in your arms.

A sob welled in your throat but you held it back, clenching your hands into fists.

It hurt.

But the sting was a reminder.

This was the present.

The Atrocity wasn’t here.

You were safe.

“I’ll always find you, little light, there is nowhere you can hide.”

A whimper wretched from you at the sound of that awful voice.

“Stop.”

V’s hands.

Warm.

So warm.

Touching your wrists.

Your fists loosen.

Vision completely consumed with the sight of his piercing gaze.

Dark and deep and red.

More like wine than rubies or blood or roses.

Deep enough to drown in.

His forehead was resting against your’s, a low hum from his chest in a familiar tune... A lullaby, a nursery rhyme of some sort.

Reminding you of fields away from the city, a night full of stars and catching fireflies.

Of long days basking in the summer sun.

Watching the blue sky underneath the surface of the water.

Settled in a cabin near the fireplace

Comforting.

His fingers slip across the cuts.

They seal, making you hiss as they close under his gentle care.

The tune continued as he remained where he was, cradling your delicate hands in his own - both pairs now caked in dry blood.

But you’re too busy watching his eyes.

Watching his face; peaceful and beautiful.

Nearly perfect in his repose.

He squeezed, just tight enough to ache - to ground you in the moment.

V never looked away, never took his eyes off of you.

You knew that he knew what you saw, what compelled you to leave the bed. That ripped you also from his protective embrace. But he spoke not of it, not of your fear getting the best of you.

“Come on,” He tugged and drew you to him “while I think you’re more just perfection, I’m sure you need your beauty sleep.”

You didn’t fight him.

Only making yourself comfortable, locked in his arms.

At home in them.

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(This is gonna sound really weird) Could you do a post-corruption V were Cheeky asks V to help them dye their hair?

Well, it's not too weird and I'm pretty excited to write corrupted! V.

So -

Gender Neutral! Reader + Reader is Cheeky

~ Dari

Corrupted! V + Dying Cheeky's Hair

he's honestly a little amused at the proposition, if not slightly annoyed

if not just because he feels it's a waste of time... but he does it anyway because despite the shift, the soft spot for you remained

he also surprisingly keeps his thoughts to himself

it would help keep the federation assholes away a little longer, especially as they wouldn't recognize you at first glance

V would probably push for a bit of a hair cut too or at least some sort of style change

actually a little cocky

"Trying to match my new look, Cheeky?"

he's smirking, leaning close

"Want my attention only on you?"

it's probably you that also helps him, selecting new clothing pieces to suit his more... intense figure

honestly, watching him work on your hair is something else

it's been few and far in between to see him focus and do more meticulous work... but he actually did want to do you some justice

despite his notoriously hot and cold behavior, he does quite like your physical appearance

you can watch him in the mirror, with gloves and brush - blood red eyes on his hands and working the dye through your hair

with white shirt and thick arms on display

he's actually quite thorough and has you read the instructions to him

in another life, he probably wouldn't be a bad hairstylist

V even occasionally meets your eyes in the mirror and offers a half smirk just to see you get flustered

when you're rinsed and finished, head full of colored hair... he's quite proud of his work

proudly nodding as you look over it

if you let him choose the color, it feeds his more possessive side and definitely makes him feel like it's a mark of him/his protection on you

oh, and if your hair is long enough; he is going to think about how nice it would look wrapped around his fingers as he grabs a fistful

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There’s bits of this that are a Cheeky song

I gotchu

It does hold a lot more... Urgency? Much more emotional weight.

I also put the lyrics that ring to me for Cheeky the most.

I wanted to convey as much of their turmoil as I can.

~ Dari

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I kind of want Cheeky to be a villain, not gonna lie. They would never be seen as a hero since they only hang out with "villains" so perhaps an anti hero at best?

I would love to see Cheeky snap at V though. He has put them through A LOT and they deserve to let their emotions go before going "cold"

- ghosti

Us @ Cheeky:

I would love to see Cheeky snap too tbh, but what I had in mind is much more... Extreme.

A Cheeky Villain Arc would be fun to see.

Their soft heart wasn't made for this life. Sure, they wanted to protect the innocent people of this world, but what do they do when even they treat magic users the way they do?

When the one person left in the world they cared about wasn't who they thought they were...

Turning out to just be another person that wanted to change who they were because it suited him.

(tw: scopophobia under the cut)

"Aww, what's wrong Vee-Vee?

Aren't you happy?

I've finally stopped holding back.

Finally stopped limiting myself...

I̴s̸n̴'̷t̴ ̶t̸h̶i̸s̸ ̸w̴h̷a̸t̸ ̴y̸o̷u̷ ̶w̶a̵n̶t̴e̸d̵?̶"