Your voice, my name.
CW: suggestive, very suggestive but no actual nsfw, pretty gay shit, also cursing [this fanfic will be fatui scara not wanderer]
Author note: For some friends also some fanart gave me inspo, this is the most gay shit ive ever seen in my life so brace yourself. Also this is based on some rp yes but no i am neither the childe nor the scara that rp'd to make this mess but the xiao eating popcorn. in the back
It's already midnight and the balladeer has just been given a letter informing him that Tartaglia, the eleventh harbinger has boarded a boat and is on his way back from Liyue.
"His letters always come out so childish and unprofessional, it's something I can't understand why it makes him so interesting to me."
Scara's deep sighs can be heard from outside his tent. He was thinking about how he felt for said Eleventh harbinger for the past months and weeks while he was away. It kept him up but it's not like he sleep at all without thinking about the orange haired man. He hated how the harbinger made his mind wander and spiral but he couldn't help it.
"Lord Scaramouche-" "I am not on duty at the moment so unless you want to get electrocuted I suggest you leave my tent."
He wanted to end this never ending mind spiral and just tell the damn man how he felt and he was not in the right mind set to take any orders from the Tsaritsa.
"Should I just write a poem? No that's to corny..Maybe directly just tell him? Sounds too bland..Urgh what would a human do?"
He wandered around his tent wondering what he was suppose to say and do when the man arrived to the camp. He ripped poems and burned them, he practiced his confession but then proceeding to cringe at his attempt to sound human. It was starting to get frustrating, in anger he pushes his candle off the table and toke a sharp breath.
"What's the Sixth harbinger so angry about this time?"
Scara's eyes widen faster than lightning. That cocky voice could only belong to one person.
"You arrived earlier than I thought Eleventh." "Awh why did you miss me?"
His overly confident personality made Tartaglia intolerable for Scara. But yes he did miss him and will admit it over his dead body.
"You wish." "They told me I'll have to room with you tonight, they didn't set up my tent you're the only one of the harbingers that has enough space for me"
What great timing, it seems like celestia above is helping him. He mentally face palmed but he did not have the mind to argue with him right now. He didn't want to be a coward and do it the next day so it's now or never.
"Tartaglia-"
His words seemingly stuck in his through as he turn to see Tartaglia ruffling his hair and fixing for bed. His beauty perfectly illuminated by the moonlight through the fabric of the tent. It blew his words away.
"Yeah? Something up Scara?"
Scara's eyes glued to his face, he couldn't look away it was honestly terrifying. He couldn't say anything either his brain turn off for the moment.
"Scara?"
Tartaglia's leaning his head to the side in confusion his brain thought of something.
"Awh are you thinking of me in that pretty head of yours?" "What if I said yes."
Scara's mouth just had a mind of it's own just then while Tartaglia was quite surprised but pleased it's something he cannot miss to mock
"Oh? You're just gonna admit it like tha-"
With his eyes closed he did not noticed Scara rapidly approaching him from across the room. His hands gripping the taller one's collar, pulling him near
"Listen here. I am fighting every urge to kiss you for the sake of my sanity but I am no creep to kiss you without knowing if you would do the same or not"
Tartaglia was speechless for the first time in a while. He has feelings for the Sixth but he never knew this side of him and that made him fired. up.
"Oh, my dear. you're so cute..But I'd like to confess that you're my first kiss. I want it to be special at least." "Want to make it special huh? How childish, But you are mine too..so I suggest you go on before I change my mind" "Let's keep me it that way shall we? I wouldn't want anyone else to take those lips first other than me."
With a swift move Tartaglia had the Sixth close to him. holding him by the waist with his free hand and the other man's hand close to his lips.
"May I my dear?" "You may."
A soft kiss on the puppet's knuckles, one on each bump.
"I never knew you were so corny Tartaglia."
Before Scara could say anything else his back waist met the edge of the table in his tent. Tartaglia's arms caging him on both sides
"Call me Ajax, my given name Scaramouche. I want my to hear my name fall out your beautiful mouth" "If it is what you wish Ajax" "Fuck..."
The air felt heavy and the tension kept on building with every second that passed, Ajax's voice changed as he begs the Sixth to say his name.
"Say it again please, the way you say it makes me go crazy. Fuck Scaramouche you say it just the right way.." "Beg for me to say it again..."
The taller man's voice morphing into a whiny and desperate tone. Scara was pleased to see him so whiny it made his face flush and his stomach flutter.
"Please Scara say my name..I'll do anything.." "Kiss me Ajax and I'll scream it for the whole world to hear.."
The two men couldn't handle the tension anymore than simultaneously smashed their lips to eachothers. Both they're hands roamed and had minds of their own. They muffled their own noises.
"Ha..Scaramouche.." "Mgh..Ajax.."
Saying eachothers names under their breaths just enough to hear eachother. They toke eachothers breaths away. Losing themselves in eachother they still had one more thing to say to eachother before completely forgetting their own worlds.
"Gods I am in love you Scara. You make me go more insane than I already am" "And you make me want to burn the world down for you" "Scara I love you.." "I love you to Ajax..I- Mgh.."
Ajax's lips finding Scara's lips once more while they hungrily indulge themselves with eachother the rest will stay within that tent till the rest of their lives.
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[I'm not gonna do a taglist for this one]