#asklxke

To the other Fatui members, both you and Scaramouche are an unusual couple. They often see the two of you barely exchanging words to each other—aside from the time she's relaying her report to him. But nevertheless, when the two of them are alone the air around them feels so much colder and more unapproachable but when the two of them are side by side, the aura around them are much more warmer. The Fatui members dares not to vocalize their opinion on the two of them, afraid to feel their wrath.

Despite them not showing any affection to each other in the public eye, the other low rank members can see that somehow the two of you care for each other—when you mention Lord Scaramouche's name around Lady [name] you can see how the dark look on her eyes would disappear and if you squint you can can see the pupils in her eyes dilate for a few seconds before returning to normal.

The same goes for Scaramouche, if you even mention Lady [name] around him you can just imagine an imaginary tail wag behind him (especially if you tell him she's looking for him but if you mention her in a casual tone he will be pissed because how can you say her name so casually and would then kill you on the spot.)

But nevertheless, the two of you never show physical affection with one another, only showing emotions purely for business.

The people outside your shared bedroom doesn't know how much the two of you tease each other.

Husband Scaramouche! Likes teasing his wife so much especially when he's changing his clothes, their closet facing the bed, he notices his wife laying on their shared bed a book in her hand, he can feel that he just got her attention, he can feel her eyes staring at his back. He just got out of the shower, a bathrobe covering his dripping wet body. A mischievous thought crosses his mind as he smirked, he slowly loosened the tie of of his bathrobe, letting it slowly fall enough down to his waist, showing off his upper body. He can hear her breath hitch and he almost laughed, he then tilt his head slightly to make eye contact with her, a smirk on his face.

“You're such a tease my love.” She mutters, her eyes drinking every detail of his back, he chuckles, “Then why aren't you looking away?” he asked, a feigned innocence on his voice. “Touché.”

Husband Scaramouche! Is such a tease, after getting properly dressed his eyes would wander to his wife who's nose is still buried in the book she was reading, he grumbles for the lack of attention from her, he would then immediately lay on top her, burying his face in between her breasts, she looked away from the book she was reading and stared at her husband who had a cat like grin on his face.

He likes burying his face in your chest, it's so soft and squishy he could just fall asleep. A comfortable silence fall into the two before he started humming a tune, his voice muffled from being pressed too much into his wife's chest. Then a mischievous idea once more crossed into his mind, he smirks as he slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse—with her not noticing because her attention is completely on the book she was reading. His smirk widened when he sees the dark purple bra she was wearing, it's his favorite color after all.

He then began placing soft and gentle kisses on her soft and sensitive skin, cutting off her attention of the book she was reading, she immediately looked into her husband who was currently sucking on the skin of her chest, the other hand softly squeezing and playing with the other. A soft whine escapes her lips from the sensual kisses her husband was giving her, his kisses slowly go up and as usual began to latch unto the skin of her neck. “Yo-you're insufferable, you know that?” she jokingly say, her voice stuttering a bit and he just chuckles, “I know.”

Then their room was filled with soft moans from the two.

Husband Scaramouche! Is such a tease especially if he knows there is an another low rank fatuu member in his office, especially if his wife is also in the office with them.

Their tables are placed right by each other.

Scaramouche was starting to get bored with whatever crap the low ranked Fatuu was talking about, then a discreet smirk appears on his face. His hand slowly started to move to squeeze his wife's thigh—his hand movements isn't very noticeable due to the very close distance of both of their desks. His wife is currently taking down notes at what the Low ranked Fatuu was talking, he can feel her flinch slightly from the cold of his hands placed on her thighs. Slowly trailing up near her core and Scaramouche can feel the warmth of it.

Once the Fatuu left, he got punished by her but it was worth it.

Husband Scaramouche! Never likes training with his subordinates, they are weak and can't last 10 seconds against him. His wife on the other hand, he enjoys training with her. There is no fair fight with the two of them, both of them would resort to play some dirty tricks to win. So far the score 863—850 with Scaramouche having more wins, these battles never started when they just joined the Fatui, no these scores started long before that. His eyes darted at the new cuts she got from his from yesterday's training, it's still fresh but it has already started to heal, she's a kitsune after all. Her bare back exposed to him as she's cleaning the cuts on her body, there's a fresh new cut on her waist, He watched her shaky hands try to clean it and he sighs before taking the medicine and bandages from her, despite her telling him he shouldn't feel guilty for hurting her during training but he can't helped it, she is his wife after all.

“Let me bandage it for you, my love” he softly whisper as she nodded, flinching when she felt the medicine covered cotton hit her fresh cut before feeling the warmth of the bandage cloth wrapped around it. She sighs in relief before giving her husband an appreciative smile. “Thanks my love.” she says and Scaramouche just nodded before placing soft kisses on her stomach, leaving small bites on her skin. There's a soft feeling in his stomach as he looked at her, her top body exposed aside from black lacy bra she was wearing and he would be lying to himself that he didn't find her attractive.

He then moved to her now exposed neck, gently sucking it and kissing it. Archons, he can never get tired of kissing her. He continuously kissed her now bruised neck, her name falling out of his lips like a mantra.

“Oh... [Y/n] so beautiful... So perfect for me...” he softly moans out, still not done with his kisses, he wants her to know how she means to him, how he would burn the world for her.

Soft moans and groans can be heard from the two of them, getting lost in the act of affection.

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The sixth harbinger—harbingers rather, for a long time the seat has always been occupied by two people—Scaramouche and his wife, [y/n]. Though, Scaramouche is the one who leads their faction of soldiers most of the time as [y/n] usually plays the role as his assistant.

The fatui soldiers made a silent agreement to never question the harbinger ways, especially the couple's relationship—as they never saw the two being so openly affectionate with one another. Some rumors say they were married for political reasons, some rumors also say that they never genuinely loved each other. They don't even know the story of how they got married.

That's what they think.

The scene is very comical if you ask me, fatui soldiers eyeing each other in attempt of communicating to each other as if asking if they saw what they're seeing.

Scaramouche stood confidently Infront of their soldiers, strong and powerful—his presence is enough to make the entirety of the fatui soldiers shake in fear, they're afraid of him and his sadistic tendencies and he knows it and he loves it. Scaramouche stood Infront of his soldiers, barking out remarks to his men.

The comical thing is, a certain harbinger lies comfortably on his shoulder. [y/n] now on her fox form, curled up comfortably on top of her husband's shoulder, her tail used as a pillow as she purred softly near his ear. Scaramouche occasionally bringing his hand up to rub her fox ears making her purr before bringing his hand down again and rested it on his hips.

“You pathetic fools! You had one job! And you fucked it up!” He says, voice seething and bouncing around their office inside the Zapolyarny Palace. His voice making their soldiers shake in fear. “I ordered all of you to keep an eye and watch the traveler and now you're telling me you lost her?!” he seethes, [y/n] just snuggling closer to his neck, her fluffy tail swinging back and forth in amusement.

“But Sir, we did try to keep an eye out on her but she just dis-dis-disappeared! She was just standing near the Statue of the Seven in Mondstadt and she just vanished into thin air!” a soldier stammers in fear, Scaramouche's eye twitched at the tone of the soldier's voice and his pathetic excuse. The air cackle with electro from his delusion, his fingers twitching with the urge to kill the man. “Do you think I'm a fool? Do you hear how idiotic you sound right now?” He seethes and the soldiers began to shake even more from the fear they felt. This is it, this is their doom.

[y/n] sighs before changing her position, now sitting comfortably on his shoulder. She brought her paw to poke her husband's cheek—causing him to flinch in surprise, he was about to go off but then realized it's his wife. His eyes soften and his anger slowly disappearing. He exhaled a tired and annoyed sigh, they talked about this—how he shouldn't let his anger cloud his judgement and make rash decisions. She need not to use her voice to remind him, her paw is sufficient enough to remind him. “Yes. I know, I know.” Scaramouche mutters in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at his soldiers once more making them flinch in fear. “Whatever, all of you are dismissed. Leave before I changed my mind!” He barks angrily making the soldiers quickly left their office.

[y/n] chuckles as she jumps down from his shoulder, with a poof—she transformed back to her humanoid form. Scaramouche sighs and crossed his arms, “Happy now?” he asked and she giggles, “Very much, I'm so proud of you.” She said softly and Scaramouche closed the gap between them as he embraced her and bury his face at the crook of her neck—inhaling her familiar scent, cherry blossoms and lavender. His hands lazily tracing circles at her back. “Does the Balladeer want a reward for managing his anger?” she asked teasingly and he groans, “Shut up,” he mutters against her skin, “Affectionately.” he added, making her chuckle.

Scaramouche reluctantly left her embrace as he once again lean towards her and kisses her forehead, her fox ears folding against her head as he kissed her. His lips leaving her skin as he gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, placing a hand on her chin and pulled her towards him—pressing her lips against his.

A short and tender kiss is what they shared before parting away slowly, his hands cupping her face affectionately. “You know, I might as well accept your offer of rewarding my good behavior.” he says huskily, he could see her tail freezing in excitement before intertwining his hand with hers and pulled her towards their bedroom.

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end notes:

I'll write more short fics of their moment with her in her fox form and also,

rabid anon I miss you 😔

sorry for being gone for a long time, I've been suffering with burnt out and with also with school

His eyes stared at his wife's figure—standing Infront of their shelf of abundant books, her back facing him, a red silk dress adorning her body that highlights all of her curves, a small slit near her left thigh and he can see a holster strapped in the said thigh and equipped with her favorite dagger that of course he gifted to her on her 500th birthday. Her [h/c] ears standing tall and alert, occasionally flinching in each sound, her fox like tail swinging side to side as she eagerly read through the pages of the book she was holding, Scaramouche can't helped but chuckle.

What's up with kitsune's having an obsession with books? He thought to himself as he crosses his arms, making his arms more defined against his sleeveless black turtleneck, leaning his back against the chair he was sitting on as he admired his wife, indigo eyes filled with love yet a hint of desire, a small smirk on his unfairly attractive face like he was sculpted by a god—which he is and was abandoned right after. Can you blame him? She's extremely attractive and with that dress? He has to hold back a moan as he run his fingers through his indigo hair.

Comrade you're so down bad.

Childe's voice echoed in his head, Scaramouche doesn't know what the fuck down bad means. Teenagers.

He shook his head as he slowly stood up from where he sat, approaching his wife.

Her fox ears twitch at the sound of her husband's footsteps, she was about to turn to look at him when she felt his arms slowly wrapped around her waist and his head leaned on her shoulder, her back pressed against his chest, [y/n] chuckles as she can hear a playful hum from him, she raised an eyebrow at him as she felt him nuzzle his head at the crook of her neck.

“What's gotten into you my love?” she asked with a teasing voice as her fingers flipped a page from the book she was reading and Scaramouche just closed his eyes as he continues to nuzzle into her neck, using his hands on her waist to guide her to body face him, earning him more confused looks from her.

The purple haired man just gave her half lidded eyes as he cupped her cheeks, “Do you know what day it is today my love?” he whispered as his thumb caressed her jawline, her eyes widen, “It's not our anniversary right?” she asked with a playful voice which earned her a playful flick into her forehead.

“Idiot it's not our anniversary, it's still months away.”

“Then what is it?” she asked, clearly confused and Scaramouche could only chuckle at her dumbfounded look.

“It's mother's day my love.” he whispered making the woman widen her eyes before she chuckles, “But I'm not a mother?”

Scaramouche chuckled as he leaned towards her, their foreheads touching, “Not yet but you will be once we succeed.” He whispered, subconsciously rubbing her stomach feeling the smooth silk in his fingers. She shivered a little bit before a small pout appears on her lips, “Still I'm not yet a mother, my dearest.” Which Scaramouche shush her up by placing his fingers into her lips, “Then let me treat you so well as the mother of our future children.” He whispered before pulling her towards him by her chin.

Warmth. So soft.

Scaramouche can feel his eyes roll back as he thoroughly enjoyed his wife's lips, sucking and biting it gently. The sounds of her moans fueling his desires for her. Slowly going down, kissing the silk like fabric as he did so, kneeling down, stopping by the dress slit near her leg, kissing the exposed skin slowly and sensually. The female could only look in anticipation as her heart thumps loudly against her ribcage, skin feeling like it's on fire.

The Balladeer can only smirk at the way she looked at him—so eager, so excited.

But then again he can't exactly say he doesn't feel the same way—after all he's like a moth and she's a flame, he's so drawn to her, the fiery personality she has that just clashed perfectly against his.

He even thinks that she's his twin flame, the other half of his soul. She makes him complete.

His hands caressed gently the sides of her thighs, his long and slender hands pulling the silk like fabric up to expose her skin. The kitsune's hands shake with every touch he gave to her, each kiss sending shocks down her spine. Breathing became heavy, desperately trying to keep on holding her book. She let out a stuttery chuckle before taking a deep breath, “You really can't keep your hands off me, can you?” she asked with teasing tone in her voice, [e/c] eyes filled with mischief and dark with lust, her hands immediately going down to cup her husband's face and tilt it up to make him look at her, Scaramouche looked up and see the mischievous look on his wife's eyes, his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped a little bit before giving her a smirk, indigo eyes darkened.

“I supposed I really can't keep my hands off you, My lady.” He whispers before slowly standing up, planting small kisses onto her neck and towards her lips. His slender hands found its way to her waist, pulling her close to him as much as possible, her book has been long gone forgotten and is now laying flat on the floor. Her hands found its way to his indigo hair, tugging the strands harshly making the man groan in between the heated kiss.

Tongues fighting for control, soft moans leaving each other's lips as their lips moved against one another, biting and sucking.

They pull away—one with a smirk on his face and the other breathing heavily, yet equally has a bruised and swollen lips.

Scaramouche smirked before pulling her again to a passionate kiss, pulling away before pushing her against the shelves of multiple arrays of books, pining her hands above her with his hand.

She grunted a bit as she felt her back hit the hardcover books before feeling her hands being pinned above her head, face immediately flushing a deep red as she watched the infuriating smirk on her husband's stupidly handsome face.

His free hand found it's way into her left breast, feeling the silk rubbed against her oh so sensitive bud, making her moan softly.

Scaramouche chuckled as he watched her moan and whine under his mercy, his thumb rubbing over the familiar nub against her silk dress.

“Look at you being a moaning mess against my fingers, so eager.” He teased, a smirk on his face. Her eye twitched a little, feeling embarrassed that his hands really do wonders to her body, “I really like spoiling you too much, My lady.” He smirked as their lips found each other again, He has to hold back a moan as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every nook and crevices. He slowly pushed her against the shelf, her back hitting the hardback covers of the books, she let out a small grunt at the action, already feeling heat creep up in between her legs which made her rubbed her thighs together for some friction. He pins her hands above her head before giving her a smirk—using one hand underneath her chin to tilt her head up to make her look at him—Scaramouche knows, he wants to fuck you so bad but today is your day and so he has to take it slow. “Ssshh, Let me spoil you my lady.” he sensually say against her ears as he used a hand to slip under her dress and rubbed his hands around her breast, feeling the laces of her bra against his skin.

She softly moaned as his fingers began to tease her sensitive nipples, “Mhm... Ahh~ You're s-such a tease.” she stammers in between moans making him let out a playful chuckle as he continue to cup her breast as he kissed her gently—his slightly chapped lips against her soft ones, which reminds him that he forgot to wear a lip balm today. “Is that a complain I hear? I thought my dearest wife loved my teasing?” he asked against her lips—making her let out small gasps and whimpers, “Ah, ha~ of course not.” she gasped out as she felt his hand moved from her breast to her fox ears, scratching behind it, her eyes rolling back, her hands desperately wanting to hold her husband but her wrist is currently pinned down above her head.

“That's it, just like that my lady. Don't hold back your moans.” he seductively says before speaking again, “Because you'll be doing that all night.”

Needless to say, The Balladeer spoiled his wife that night.

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notes: well this took a long time to write hahahaha anyways. To the moms, single moms, plant moms, furbaby moms, sugar mommies and all moms out there—belated happy mother's day<3