Hi! I found out about your Scaramouche smau a few days ago and I love it really much it’s a masterpiece <3 Idk if you would take requests about, if you do I thought it’d be cute to think that they have 2 sons that one is just like Scara and the other one is like Y/N, how the couple would deal with them🫶
It Takes Two! - Scaramouche (genshin)
continuation of the smau where you and scaramouche have kids now! what can go wrong???
contents: angst (sorry), smau pt2 but also it’s not a smau but it’s part of the smau, children being children, (M/D) is like mommy or daddy whatever u perfer gang, my notes app lagged sm as I wrote this, hot dilf, albedo mention, proofread to an extent, happy ending, GIVE SCARAMOUCHE A CHILD.
a/n: FINALLY it’s OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I just had sm ideas for this and idek if it turned out well 💔 so if it feels rushed at the end I’m sorry……..it does make me happy that ppl love this smau so much because I rlly liked scarayn’s relationship. tbh fun fact: there WAS gonna be a timeskip where they end up having kids but idk I didn’t know if anyone would want that. enough yapping TYSM and again sorry this took like centuries.
It’s crazy to think that people are right about kids turning out exactly like their parents.
‘It’s part of the genetics.’ Aether told you once. You didn’t believe it entirely. You understood when it came to looks, but personality? No way! You found that incredibly silly. Scaramouche didn’t believe it either. He thought it was dumb and that it’s all in people’s heads.
That’s until you two had your own.
You have two boys, Sora and Ren. Sora is the oldest, 4 years old, while Ren is the youngest, 3 years old. Sora is a lot like you; it is insane. He’s quite bold and boisterous. He even inherited your interest in painting. He loves painting the walls despite you and Scaramouche scolding him about it. Sora is completely optimistic, but your favorite characteristic about him is that he follows his dad around the house like a duckling.
Ren, on the other hand, is a lot like Scaramouche. Quiet and socially awkward. He’s pretty moody at times too and doesn’t like being told what to do. When Ren was born, he had a huge attachment towards you and hated whenever Scaramouche would hold him. Honestly, he hates it now and prefers you over him any day.
What’s funny is he looks like his dad. The boys both do, but Sora inherited more of your facial features.
You love them, but there are times when they’re a bit difficult to handle.
Sora had his first field trip at school. He was so excited, yapping about it to his dad as they drove home. When they arrive, he runs straight to you, showing off the slip. You took the paper and read the contents on it. “A trip to the zoo? Sounds fun!” “It is fun!” He says, “Can I go?”
You smile with a giggle. “Of course you can go.” “Yay!” Scaramouche stands next to you, glancing over to read the paper. “Can you come too?” Sora asks innocently. “Hmm…” You look at your husband. “I don’t see the problem with it.” Scaramouche hums, “You’re not going to be missing much at home.” You looked back at your son. “I’ll go.” Sora jumps up and down ecstatically. “Yay! Yay! Yay!”
You both smiled at your son’s excitement until Ren began to shout, “I want to go too!” Sora shakes his head. “You can’t!” “Why?!” “Because you’re not in kindergarten.” He states matter-of-factly. Ren puffs up his cheeks. “That’s not fair!” He started tearing up, and you quickly scooped him in your arms to calm him down.
“It’s okay, Ren. You and Daddy can have fun while we’re gone.” Ren stares at you unimpressed before he hides his face in your shirt, wiping his tears away. You sigh and pat his back. “Sora, don’t be mean to your brother.” Scaramouche says, and Sora gasps, “I wasn’t!”
After Ren calmed down, you all began to eat dinner, and the focus on the trip completely changed to something else.
As the boys were getting ready for bed, Sora hands you the slip. “Sign it so I can be the first to turn it in!” You laughed, “Okay.” You kiss his forehead. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” You walk to the other side where Ren slept, and you can tell he’s still upset about what happened.
You sit down on the edge, moving his bangs away. “It’s okay.” You tell him, but he doesn’t say anything. You kiss his forehead. “You can have more fun while we’re gone.” “But I want to be with you.” “Don’t you like Daddy?” He nods slowly. “He’s no fun, though.” You snort before clearing your throat. “He can be. Just ask him what you want, and he’ll say yes.”
“Are you sure?” He asks in disbelief. “I’m sure. I’m always right!” You exclaim, and he laughs a little. “Okay, time for bed. Goodnight, Ren.” “Goodnight.”
You turn on the nightlight and head out to your room. Once you enter, Scaramouche is already there dozing off. You chuckle before crawling right next to him. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He raises a brow before opening his eyes to you. “You took your time.” “Oh, shut up.” He shifts his body to face you, rests his head on your shoulder, and watches you sign the permission slip.
“What will you guys do when we’re gone?” You ask him, and he shrugs. “Maybe go get ice cream or something.” “Wow, dad of the year.” “Shut up!” Scaramouche sighs, “He doesn’t like anything I do. He practically hates me.” “Hey,” You put the paper down on your nightstand and turn your whole body towards him. “Don’t say that; he likes you.” Scaramouche sits up. “I don’t know.” “He does.” You place a hand on his arm.
“What makes you think he hates you?” “Maybe because he clings onto you almost every day? When I pick him up from daycare, he never wants to talk to me.” You frowned, “Scara, you should try.” “I do try! He’s not like Sora! Sora can handle a conversation easily, but Ren…Ren will just look at me like I’m stupid.”
Scaramouche suddenly looks down, gripping his hands tightly. “Ren is a lot like me, and I don’t want him to grow up like how I did… I want him to turn out perfect.” You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. “Ren is perfect, just the way he is. I know you’re scared, but we’re in this together. You’re…you’re not like your mom, remember that.” Scaramouche blushes and nods.
You kiss him before letting go. “Let’s get some rest, okay?” “Okay.”
After a few weeks, it was time for Sora's field trip.
“Hurry up, M/D!!! We’re going to be late!” Sora shouts, jumping up and down by the door. You roll your eyes playfully, “It’s okay, baby. We’re not going to be late, I promise.” He huffs in response.
Scaramouche carries Ren as they stand by the door next to Sora. “You got everything?” Your husband asks, and you nod. “Sora, be good.” He tells him, and Sora nods, “I will!” Scaramouche smiles and kneels down to kiss his forehead. He gets back up and kisses you. “Be careful.” You smiled, “I will.” You turn to Ren and kiss his cheek. “Have fun and be good at daycare.”
Ren nods, nuzzling his dad’s neck. You and Sora say more goodbyes before exiting the house and getting in the car to head to school. Now, it was just Scaramouche and Ren.
“Okay, it’s time for you to get ready for daycare.” Scaramouche tells his son, but he didn’t give a response and simply stared at him. Scaramouche sighs a little before heading to his bedroom.
You and Sora successfully made it, and it made you so happy seeing your son excited for the trip. After the teacher talked to the class and chaperones, you all headed inside the bus, and Sora sat with you.
However, you couldn’t help but worry about your husband and baby being alone for the day. You suck it up, though, because Scaramouche is a good dad! He will be just fine! You hope. You sigh, staring at your phone. Sora, who was staring out the window, tugs on your sleeve rapidly. “M/D, look!” He taps on the glass, and you grab his hand to stop it.
“Sora, don’t do that.” He pouts, crossing his arms. You ruffle his hair. “What was it that you wanted to show me?” “Nothing.” Your brows furrowed, “Surely, it was something.” “It was nothing!” He screeched before looking the other way. You huff and then smirk. “Well…okay…” You begin, turning the other way with a solemn expression. “I’m sure Daddy and Ren would’ve loved to know what you saw…”
From the corner of your eye, you see him stiffen up. You snort before clearing your throat to continue with a sigh. “A shame, really…and here I thought they’d like to know your adventures.” Sora quickly turns to you and clutches onto your arms. “No! I want to tell Daddy and Ren everything I see!!” You laugh as he shakes you after every word he says.
“Alright, alright.” You squish his face before combing his hair. “No more tantrums.” He pouts, and you place a kiss on his forehead. “You can get in trouble tapping the windows like that.” Sora continues to pout, but he nods in understanding. “I don’t want to get in trouble…” “You won’t be if you continue. Can you promise me you’ll be on your best behavior?” He nods, which makes you nod too.
“Good boy.” You pull him in a tight hug, and he laughs. “M/D, you’re squeezing me!!!!!!” “I can’t help it! I just love you so much!” You continue to hug him as he squirms under your hold. You love moments like these.
You just wish Scaramouche was here to see it.
Scaramouche lounged on the sofa, watching TV. It’s been hours since you and your son left, along with dropping off Ren at daycare. He feels bored and a little bit lonely. Who is he kidding? He misses his family a lot. You won’t return till the end of the day. When the boys are at school, you two get to spend some quality time together, be it cuddling in bed, cooking, watching movies, or even other things a bit more intense.
Scaramouche squished his red face. “I miss them…” He whispered to seemingly no one. He glances at the clock and realizes it was time to pick up Ren from daycare.
Scaramouche gets up, turns off the TV, gathers his keys, and heads right out the door. Entering the car, he thinks of things to do with Ren while they wait for you and Sora.
He tries to think about what Aether does with his own child, but he doesn’t want to seem like a copycat. Sighing, Scaramouche continues to ponder what fun events to do.
When arriving, he can see his son standing by the teacher with quite a sad expression. His heart aches, and Scaramouche just wants to get him out of there. Scaramouche gets out, and once he walks closer, Ren runs right to him, hugging his right leg for dear life.
“Ren? What’s wrong?” Scaramouche rubs the top of his head as a source of comfort for the boy. Then, the teacher walks up to him. “Scaramouche, there is something I’d like to speak with you about.” “I’m sorry?”
She smiles softly, “It’s about Ren. It’s nothing bad, I promise you! I’d like it if we discussed it in private.” Upon hearing those words, Ren shakes his head rapidly, refusing to let go of his father. The teacher takes notice of this and then clears her throat. “Ren, dear, you’re not in trouble. You don’t need to be afraid.”
Ren didn’t care; he didn’t bother to look at the woman. Scaramouche looks at him, then at her. “We can discuss it here.” “Are you sure?” “Well, if it’s so important, you can say it here. Like you said, my son isn’t in trouble.” “Ah, well…” Scaramouche glares at her, and she stiffens a little.
“Okay, it’s just, I’m worried that Ren is a little behind.” Scaramouche blinks in surprise. “Behind?” “Yes, he isn’t quite open to the other kids his age, and he rarely speaks. He also never wants to do activities, and it’s gotten worse today. I worry that he’ll be alone as he gets older.”
Scaramouche scrunched his nose. “Wait, what do you mean it got worse?” She takes in a breath. “Well, he caused a scene. Another kid wanted to play with him, but he got upset, started crying hysterically, and shoved the poor boy. I tried to calm him down, but he wasn’t cooperative.”
Scaramouche looks down at his son. “Ren.” The boy didn’t look at him. “He began throwing stuff, and…he wouldn’t stop crying until I moved him somewhere else where he could be by himself…” Scaramouche sighs, “Ren, look at me.” He doesn’t and just buried his face even more. Scaramouche looks back at the woman and bows a little. “I’m sorry about his behavior. I’ll talk to him.” “Thank you.”
There was no denying that the car ride was eerily silent.
When they arrived home, Ren ran straight to his room. “Ren!” Scaramouche calls out. He follows right after and enters the child’s room, seeing him curled up in a ball under his blanket.
“Ren.” Scaramouche sits on the edge of the bed, shaking him a little. “Ren, you shouldn’t have done that.” He tells him. “It’s not right to throw things or hit people.” Ren still doesn’t respond, which upsets Scaramouche a little. “Ren, you can’t act like that; that’s not right. You need to be good and give the teacher an easy time. You have to listen to her and do what she says.”
Scaramouche still wasn’t getting a response. With furrowed brows he asks, “Are you even listening? You need to be polite and respectful. Your brother didn’t act like that when he went. M/D would be upset if they were here.” Suddenly, Ren pops his head out, tears were streaming down his face, and he screams. “YOU’RE NOT M/D!!!!”
Scaramouche looks at him in shock. “I WANT M/D!!” Ren screams again, choking on his sobs. Scaramouche tries to calm him down by reaching out, but Ren turns away. “When’s M/D coming home?” He whimpers. “I want M/D.” He cries and cries. “I WANT M/D, NOT YOU!!”
Then, something snapped in Scaramouche. “They’re not coming till later, remember? You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not! You don’t want to listen? Fine! But I’m still telling them what you did!” Ren hides away again, infuriating Scaramouche even more. “Ren! Don’t hide from me!” Ren’s cries turned into hysteric screams, so Scaramouche stands up and heads to the door.
“Continue to act like that! You’re only embarrassing yourself! All you needed to do was apologize, and that was it!” “I HATE YOU!” Ren screams, and his grip on the doorknob tightens. “Keep crying. Maybe M/D will come back faster.” Then, he exits, slamming the door shut in the process.
Scaramouche leans back, his head dropped down. ‘Why did I say that?’ He asks himself. ‘Why did I do that? Why? Why? Why?’
Scaramouche slowly walks to his bedroom, sits on the edge, and continues to stare down at the floor. His son was crying, and all he did was scold him. He’s just a boy; he didn’t need all of that harshness. Scaramouche’s eyes water, and he covers his face.
The field trip was going great.
You took so many pictures of your adorable son and his group. The zoo is such a common place, but Sora was still mesmerized by everything.
You all reunited for lunchtime, and you sat with your groups. The tables were long, so another group along with a parent sat with you all across. You listened to Sora chat with his friends while eating. You sent a text to your husband that things were going well and went back to eating.
You noticed that you had finished your juice box before your sandwich and decided to get some more from the teacher, who had supplied extra snacks just in case. You stood up and turned to Sora. “I’m getting more juice; want some?” He nods excitedly, “Yes!”
You giggle and go to the teacher to kindly ask for more refreshments. She nodded, saying, “Oh, of course!” She hands you the juice boxes, and you gladly thank her. Suddenly, you hear a loud, “NO!” Almost everyone in the class turned to the direction the noise came from.
It turns out it was your table.
You rush over and see one of the kids in tears with his mother hugging him tight. “What’s going on?” You ask, standing next to your own son. You noticed that the mother was glaring at your kid before looking at you. “Your son here can’t keep his hands to himself!” “What?” Sora immediately looks at you. “He started it first!”
The mom shakes her head. “You need to teach him some discipline! He hit my kid!!” You frowned and crossed your arms. “Sora, how could you?” Sora tears up too. “I told you, he did it first!” “Excuses!” She screams. “My son didn’t raise a finger at him at all!!” The teacher comes over and tries to calm the situation down before it escalates.
In the end, Sora had to apologize, and you did as well.
“Sora,” You spoke firmly. He didn’t look at you. It’s clear he was upset that you didn’t take his side. Before you could say anything else, it was time for the groups to go on their last stroll before leaving.
Your group went far from where the other boys were since the teacher thought it’d be best.
You watched your kids observe the giraffes with a guide explaining some facts about them. You decided to take a quick step back to call Scaramouche. He hasn’t responded, so you were quite worried. So, you called him, awaiting his response. He picked it up, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Scara! Hi honey, I just wanted to check on you! How are my favorite boys doing?”
There was silence. “Scara? Is everything okay?” “No.” The way he responded made your heart break. He sounded so defeated. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Ren did something at daycare today.” “Oh, what did he do?” “He threw a tantrum.”
You raised a brow. “Well, he is a kid. It’s quite normal. There’s no need to stress about it!” “No.” “No?” You tilt your head. “The teacher told me he was throwing things and he wouldn’t stop crying. She said he’s never cooperative and always alone. He doesn’t want to be with the other kids. He doesn’t even talk!”
You frowned, “Scara-“ “So she told me to talk to him about it, and I tried! I tried to, but he kept shutting me out! He hid from me and started crying so hard, and he wouldn’t even talk to me!” You decided to let him continue venting out his frustrations. “He kept crying and crying, and I tried talking to him, but he wasn’t responding, and it was pissing me off! After all that, he told me he didn’t even want me, that he wants you. He kept asking for you and didn’t care about the shit I had to say! He didn’t even care that I was there instead of you! And…”
Scaramouche started to quiet down. “And…?” You repeat. “Yn, I yelled at him. I…I can’t believe I did that. All I did was make things worse.” You can hear the slight crack in his voice. “I’m so bad at this parent thing compared to you. Ren doesn’t like me because I’m so angry and dry all the time. I’m not gentle at all. I’m not even patient either!”
You furrow your brows. “Hey, don’t say that. Scara, raising a kid is stressful.” “But you make it so easy. My mom never wanted me, so it makes sense why my own son doesn’t either.” “Scaramouche!” You raise your voice a bit. “Ren does love you! He has a hard time expressing it, sure, but he’s just a baby. Our baby. You said he got in trouble, right? He was probably scared about the situation and got overwhelmed. We say things we don’t mean, and I’m positive Ren didn’t mean to say that.”
“…Are you sure?” You sigh, “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, you said stuff to him too, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” “See? Scaramouche, I know how much you love our boys. Remember when Ren was born and I was so exhausted that you took care of him instead? He cried so much at night, and you managed to get him to sleep quicker than I could!”
“That was just luck…” “Or it’s because he loves you. How about that?” Scaramouche didn’t say anything. “I think you should just give him his space for a bit before talking to him again. Kids say things they don’t mean. They learn from us sometimes, which means we need to grow too. Don’t give up, okay? I don’t want you becoming a deadbeat dad.”
You hear Scaramouche choke on his own spit before replying. “I’m not going to do that!!” You smirk, “I don’t know… sounds like you’re abandoning me…” “Yn, you know damn well.” You laugh, receiving a sigh from him.
“You know I love you!” “Yeah, okay.” “Hey! Scaramouche chuckles. “I…I miss you.” You blushed but smiled. “I miss you too. We’ll be home soon.” “Get home faster.” You roll your eyes playfully, then look back at your group of kids. Immediately, you noticed Sora wasn’t there as you counted heads.
“Yn?” “Sora’s gone.” You blurt out. “What? What do you mean he’s gone?” “I-I mean, he’s gone! He’s not with the others!” You rush to the guide, “Excuse me, have you seen where my son went?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t see a child leave.” The other kids look at you, then look at each other, also trying to see if they can find Sora with them.
“Sora’s not here!” A girl screams, making the other kids panic. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.” “Yn, relax.” Scaramouche tells you. “H-He was right there! Why, how?! I only looked away for a minute, I swear!” “It’s okay, Yn. Take a deep breath.”
You scan around, then look at the children. “Stay here with the nice zoo man, okay?” “Where’s Sora?” One of his friends asks. “He must’ve gone to the bathroom.” The guide says, trying to lighten the situation. You nod, “Yes, everyone stay here, okay? Don’t run off.”
You head in the direction where the bathrooms are. “Scara, I’ll call you later. I need to focus!” “Okay, let me know when you find Sora.” “I will. I love you.” “I love you too.” You hang up and run endlessly around the zoo. The fear of your son possibly getting kidnapped was on your mind. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if that happened. You check the bathrooms, “Sora?!” You shout. “Sora, baby, are you here?!” There was no response, so you rush out. “Sora! Sora!!” You scream.
You ran inside the merchandise store, completely sweating and in panic. The more time you spent wandering around, the more your fears increased. The horror of finding out your son is nowhere to be found and gone for good is something you don’t want to be true.
You asked every person you saw, but they knew nothing. You rush out again with your heart pounding faster and faster as time passes. Suddenly, your gut was telling you to search the ice cream shop that was right next to where the school ate.
You didn’t hesitate to trust it and ran right to that location. Then, you saw Sora, and you couldn’t help but feel tears coming. Before you can even call to him, you notice a pair of grown women standing next to him, and it was clear Sora was uncomfortable.
Your parental instincts instantly turned on, and you stood right in front of your boy, your arms spread out to protect him. Feeling his hands clutch onto your legs, you knew these ladies were about to get a scolding of their lifetime.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You spat. “Nothing! Who are you?” Said one, her hands on her hips, accusing you of being the culprit. You scrunched your nose, “I’m his parent.” The woman’s eyes grow wide. “So I’m asking you again, what were you doing?” “We were only worried about the fact that he was alone!!” Said the other, but it’s clear that it was just a petty excuse.
“Really?” “Yes, really!!” Then, Sora shouted, “They were asking about Daddy!” You looked at him in surprise. “What?” He nods, “They said mean things like how he ruined Uncle Aether and everyone!” Sora points at them, “They said Daddy was a bad singer! That he’s poor! We’re not poor! They said I was going to grow up to be lazy like him!!!”
Your eye twitched, blocking out the dumb statements those women were saying to defend themselves. There was no doubt that many fans were disappointed with the group's disbanding, painting the blame on Scaramouche and you too. However, you didn’t give a damn about the crap thrown at you. No one badmouths your husband, let alone says all of that to his 5-year-old son, who was trying to have a good time with his friends.
Your hand made a fist. “I advise you both to apologize right now.” Then, one of them said something that really struck. “He’s twisting our words! There’s no way you believe him!!” It was so fast that once she finished, her face was already turned to the other side.
Her friend gasps, seeing the red mark beginning to show on the girl's cheek. Sora looks at you with marveled eyes as you glare at the grown women. “Don’t even think about criticizing my own child, or I will rip your teeth out.” They try to say something, but you cut them off. “That’s my husband you’re making fun of, and I don’t think Aether and the rest would be very happy knowing their ‘fans’ are tormenting a little kid.”
Then, the girls flee, looking back occasionally to see you still glaring. Once out of sight, you begin to sigh and kneel down to hug your son. “Oh, Sora! I was so worried! Are you okay?!” You cup his face, checking to see if they did even more damage. He shook his head. “Yeah, I’m sorry for running off…” You plant a kiss on his forehead. “I couldn’t care less about that right now. I’m so glad you’re safe.” You hug him again, and he hugs back too.
“Let’s go back to the others.” You say, standing up and holding his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. “Sora?” He pouts a little. “Um…I want to say something, but what if you get mad?” You frowned and kneeled down again. “I won’t be mad.” “Are you sure?” You nod, “I’m sure.” After giving him a big smile, he starts swaying side to side. “Back then, when we were eating, that boy stole some of my lunch.” You furrowed your brows. “What?” “I told him to stop, but his mom was saying that sharing is caring! But I said no!”
He puffs up his cheeks. “You said to always say no to things that’ll make you queasy!” You nod, “I did say that.” “So, I hit him!” You giggle, “I see.” It feels like today these adults were testing your patience. “Let’s go talk some sense to them.” Sora grins, “Okay!” You stand back up and walk to the rest of the group.
The teacher comes running to you guys in worry. “Where were you two?! We were about to start searching!” You bow slightly. “Sorry. Sora and I got a little distracted.” You explain. She lets out a sigh. “Well, as long as you’re okay, then it’s no trouble. We’re about to leave now.”
You nod, then notice that mother that scolded your son. “Excuse me.” You tell the teacher, still holding onto Sora's hand, and you walk towards the mother. She notices your presence and then stares with a disapproving look. “You ought to control your boy. It’s no good wandering off like that.” You squint, “Listen, I don’t need to be told on how to parent.” “It seems you do.”
Your eye twitches. “From my understanding, you need to be taught more than me.” She gasps, “I’m sorry?” “Yes. Sora tells me you pushed your son to keep pestering him even though he said no.” She plants her hands on her hips. “Well, you need to learn to let your son be open.” You mimic her pose. “And you need to learn people’s boundaries.”
You both glare at each other, and then the teacher comes in between. “Please, no fighting. The children are watching!!” “She’s right.” The woman explains. “You’re acting like a—“ “Child?” You tilt your head. “I’m simply acting what a normal parent should act when their son has been wrongly accused of being the bully all because he didn’t share! The reason Sora hit your kid was because you allowed him to keep pushing his buttons just so you could satisfy yourself by thinking you’re a good mom for letting your boy get more snacks when he could’ve simply asked someone else!”
Sora nods while raising a fist. “Yeah!” His friends copy his moves and cheer. “Yeah!!! Go, Sora's parent!!!” The teacher scolds the children before turning back to you all. “If this escalates—“ “Don’t worry.” You say. “I’m done. I don’t have time to deal with incompetent adults.” The mother gasps and you walked to the bus, feeling proud.
“That was so cool!” Sora says once you’ve sat down. You blush, “Thank you.” Then you remembered you had to notify Scaramouche about you finding your son.
“I’m going to call Daddy and say we’re on our way.” He nods, “Okay!”
During the time you were searching for Sora, Scaramouche thought about how to apologize to Ren.
He felt like saying sorry wasn’t enough. With his head in his hands, he beat himself up in his brain on how he should just die in a ditch for what he’s done. He even thinks that if only time travel were real, he could’ve prevented blowing up on his youngest.
Scaramouche gets up and leaves his room. He decided he’ll make a snack for Ren. After all that crying, there’s no doubt he’s hungry. He got that from his dad, after all. He glanced at Ren's door with a frown before going down to the kitchen.
Ren isn’t a picky eater. He’ll eat anything as long as he’s fed or if they’re in cute shapes. He especially loved when his fruits were cut up to make a star. Scaramouche smiles fondly at that fact and begins preparing.
There’s no doubt that knowing Sora is missing prevents him from staying focused, but he tries to push through. ‘Sora will be fine.’ He thinks. ‘Nothing bad is going to happen.’ Scaramouche lets out a shaky breath. “Focus,” he tells himself. He can’t allow himself to get cut because of his carelessness.
But it’s Sora, his first son. It’d be a horrible day if he finds out your spouse couldn’t find him along with Ren never forgiving him.
He shakes his head. ‘Don’t think that way.’
Scaramouche decides to put on some music for a distraction, so he gets out his phone and decides he’ll listen to his own music. It’s been so long that he couldn’t help but cringe at how he sounded back then. Scaramouche hums along, almost like a reflex.
Scaramouche decides to make some sandwiches along with cute-shaped fruits. That’s not all; he’ll cut the sandwiches into hearts, and the fruits, mangos and strawberries, will be stars.
Scaramouche sways to the music and turns behind him. He’d imagine you joining his dance, bumping your hip into his. You’d laugh, and then you’d both hear small footsteps making their way. Sora would grab onto your hands, jumping up and down, pulling you into the middle of the room. Both of you dancing to the music while singing along. Ren would stay by Scaramouche’s legs, watching his parent and brother dance in amazement.
Scaramouche would pick up Ren, earning a laugh out of him, twirling around, and you’d copy his idea. You’d start spinning with Sora, and you’d both clash, laughing even harder.
In the end, Scaramouche would go to kiss you because he’s the happiest man on earth.
Scaramouche sighs, knowing that he fucked up. He glances at the family photo that hangs on the wall in the living room. It was a family photo of when Ren was just a baby. He can’t help but wonder if he deserved all of this.
Scaramouche shakes his head once more and turns back around, finishing up the dish. It really didn’t take long, and he was kind of proud of himself. Of course it didn’t beat your level of cooking, but it’s not bad.
He turns to go to the pantry but stops when he sees Ren's face poking out from the hall. Startled, the boy runs off, and Scaramouche follows. That kid is so fast, though, that Scaramouche frowns when hearing the door slam close.
He goes back to what he was doing and grabs a juice box before walking back to the kitchen. He rips out the straw and punches it into the hole. Scaramouche grabs the plate and juice, then turns forward and jumps, seeing Ren back at his spot.
“Ren!” He says. “You scared me.” He notices his son’s eyes get watery, slowly coming out to stand in front of him, clutching his bunny plushie that Albedo had made for him. Scaramouche places everything back before slowly kneeling to his height. “Ren…” Suddenly the poor boy bursts into tears and runs to hug his father. “Daddy, I’m sorry!” He hiccups, smearing his snot and tears all over his shirt.
“Ren—“ “I don’t hate you!!” He sniffles, and Scaramouche almost immediately feels himself start to cry too. “Ren, don’t say sorry.” He says calmly. He kisses his head while combing his hair. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. It wasn’t nice of me to say all those things to you.”
Ren looks at him with puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure?” The tears flow down Scaramouche’s face. Nothing hurts more than seeing your own child cry. Scaramouche smiles softly, “I’m sure.” He cups his face. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He kisses his forehead. “I love you so much. I don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t want you to think that I hate you.”
Ren continues to cry, and Scaramouche hugs him tightly. “I love you, Ren.” Ren hugs him back. “I love you too, Daddy. I’m sorry that I’m not like everyone else.” Scaramouche chuckles, “Don’t say that. To me, you’re perfect.”
Scaramouche looks down at him, and Ren’s head pokes out from his arms, staring at his dad. They smile at each other, with Scaramouche moving his hair away from his face before kissing his cheek. He begins to pet his hair. “Are you hungry?” He asks, and the boy nods.
He carries him with one arm while he walks to grab the food. Then, he walks to the dining table and places the food down. He hands a sandwich to Ren, who gladly begins to eat it. “Is it good?” Ren nods with puffed cheeks. Scaramouche smiles more. “Thank goodness. Is it better than M/D?” Ren stares at him before looking at his sandwich, then back at his dad, and simply takes another bite.
Scaramouche sighs, “I figured.” Ren continues to eat while Scaramouche hands him an occasional fruit. “Star.” Ren points out, and Scaramouche nods, “Yeah, star!” Ren nibbles each end and bites one after the other. “Are you thirsty?” Ren nods, and Scaramouche goes to the counter and hands him his juice box.
Ren takes a sip, then takes another bite, then another sip. “Don’t you want to sit down?” Ren shakes his head. “It’s comfy here.” Scaramouche laughs, “Okay.”
With both journeys coming to an end, there was nothing more than wanting to hit the hay.
Once Ren finished eating, the two sat on the couch watching a movie. And as it was about to end, you and Sora had walked in the home. “We’re home.” You say, but you didn’t get a response. You notice your husband’s head poking out from behind the couch and walk towards him after locking the door.
Sora follows and then points with a giggle. “Daddy’s sleeping.” He whispers. You giggle too, “I can see that.” Scaramouche had his head resting on his fist while his other arm wrapped around Ren, who was also fast asleep on his leg, hugging his stuffed animal tightly.
“I’m sleepy too.” Sora says and begins to climb onto Scaramouche’s lap. You sigh and place your things on the kitchen table, noticing a plate of crumbs. You smiled and then headed back, squealing at the cuteness happening in front of you.
You sneakily take a picture and send it to Aether and Lumine right away in the group chat. Lumine responded with, “I knew he was the one who gave birth.” You snort and type a response back. You see Aether’s text bubble, and he sends a picture of Xia sleeping on top of Xiao’s chest.
You say, “Are we racing right now?” And Aether responds with, “Maybe.” You roll your eyes and put your phone away before scooping up Ren and taking over his spot. He snuggles to your chest, not waking up at all.
You smile and feel yourself get pulled to your husband's body. You look up, “I thought you were asleep.” “I was.” Scaramouche mumbles, opening an eye to look at you. He begins to caress your arm. “You make a lot of noise.” You pout, “Rude.” However, you go and kiss him, trying not to disturb the boys.
“Sora fell asleep fast.” You comment, looking down at him curled into a ball. Scaramouche hums, petting his son’s hair. “He had a long day.” You nod, “So did I.” You let out a sigh, nuzzling your cheek on his shoulder. “I’m probably not able to chaperone anymore.” Scaramouche raises a brow. “What? Why?”
“Um…I’ll tell you later…” Scaramouche glared at you. “Yn, what did you do?” You frowned. “Hey, all I’ll say is, no one messes with my family.” Scaramouche sighs and then pinches your nose. “Ow!” You squeak. “You’re an idiot.” You roll your eyes. You feel Ren moving in your arms again, so you stay still and rub his back.
“I see everything worked out between you two.” Scaramouche nods, “Yeah.” You smiled, “I told you he loves you.” Scaramouche smiles, “Yeah.” Scaramouche kisses the top of your head. “And I love you.” You blush, “You’re lucky I can’t move right now.” He chuckles, resting his head on yours.
“But I love you too.” You say gently. “I love all of you.” “Me too.”
So, you both closed your eyes, letting yourselves finally relax in the comfort of each other’s arms, your home.
