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Scaramouche's eyes narrowed possessively as he noticed his wife animatedly speaking with a certain annoying and ginger haired harbinger. The snowstorm outside the Zapolyarny Palace continues to blow harshly, sharp winds can be heard and small hailstones hitting the roof of the palace but the Balladeer didn't care, he could only glare at how friendly his wife is being with Tartaglia, he trusts (y/n) but he doesn't trust Tartaglia—especially how the tall male is looking at her with adoration.

His eyebrows furrowed before taking strong and powerful steps towards the two, the heels of his winter boots clicking against the white tiles of the palace.

(y/n) or also known by her harbinger title as Brighella, she stopped talking as she felt an arm wrapped around her waist, tilting her head slightly to see Scaramouche with a fake smile on his face as he looks at Childe, she could tell that he was annoyed him. “You two certainly looked like you're having fun talking to each other, mind if I join you?" Scaramouche asked with a forced smile making Childe laugh in amusement, “We were just talking about my mission back in Liyue and how Signora made a fool of me.” Childe says with a sigh, (y/n) laughing softly beside Scaramouche with her hand to cover her own chuckles. Scaramouche rolls his eyes at the taller male, “Why are you surprised? You make a fool of yourself every single day.” The Balladeer deadpans and earned him a sharp elbow to the waist by his wife which he just inhale sharply.

“Now, now comrade, be nice. We were also talking about a certain funeral consultant named Zhongli. That man doesn't know how to manage money.” Childe sighs and (y/n) just chuckles softly, “With the way you're speaking about him, I'm starting to think you adore him in some way Ajax.” (y/n) says softly and Childe stammers—not sure it's from how (y/n) noticed his adoration for the consultant or with how she said Ajax—Scaramouche doesn't care what the reason is but he's certainly possessive. Scaramouche tightens his hold around her waist as he gave Tartaglia a forced smile, “We would love to stay and chat but we have some important documents to finish back in our office. Come now, love.” Scaramouche says as he pulled her alongside him as she tried to protest but giving up and just gave Childe a defeated wave, clearly already knowing what awaits her behind closed doors.

When they arrived to their room, Scaramouche locked the door before pressing her against the wall, one hand holding her chin, “You were rather too friendly with Tartaglia, love. I didn't like the way he looked at you.” He says softly with a hint of annoyance, eyes heavy and half-lidded as he gaze at her. His cold hand caressing her cheek and jawline, “You know he only sees me as an older sister, right?” she chuckles softly as Scaramouche pressed his forehead against hers, her fox ears folded against her head when their foreheads made contact, fox tail appearing and swaying excitedly. “I know, love. But I can't helped it.” he murmurs before gently biting her lower lip with his teeth, pulling it down teasingly before finally closing the gap between them.

He presses her more against the wall, pinning her hands at her side, intertwining their hands together—squeezing it as their lips moved against each other. “mhm, part your lips for me love.” he softly murmurs against her lips and (y/n) nodded softly, parting her lips slightly for him and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. (y/n) moans softly against his lips as she felt his hot and wet tongue explore her mouth, tongues dancing around each other erotically. Their eyes closed as they focused the sensations they felt from one another. “You're mine, you hear me? You belong to me.” he whispers huskily against her lips before parting away from it, a trail of saliva connecting their lips together. He smirked and let's out an amused chuckle as he sees the dazed look in her eyes.

Without effort and taking advantage of her dazed look, he flipped her away from the wall and pushed her into their bed, her fox ears standing up in surprise as a dark red hue covered her cheeks as he climbed on top of her.

Clothes were discarded and no matter how many times they fucked each other they would never get tired of looking at each other bare, they would never fail in getting flustered just by seeing each other naked. Scaramouche hovers above her, pale skin glistening against the chandelier light, his cock long somewhere around 7 inches, not too girthy and throbbing while (y/n) lie beneath him, hair sprawled against the mattress, a pink hue on her cheeks. Both of them the epitome of perfection. “Beautiful.” he mutters before leaning down once more to kiss her passionately, hands exploring each other's bare skin. His hand playfully teasing the nipples of her breasts, taking the hardened peak between his fingers and teased it while the other hand massaged her other breasts, (y/n) can only mewl and moan softly against his lips from the sensations he's giving her. Each touch sending an electric current through her spine, making her back arch.

Scaramouche grins against her lips as he moved his other hand down to her pussy, teasing and rubbing her clit just the way she likes it, (y/n) gasped as she parted away from the kiss, loud moans escaping her lips as Scaramouche expertly knew her body and the way he teased and rubbed her oh so sensitive nub, “'mm kuni.... it fee-feels so go-good.” she whimpers and Scaramouche kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, “Only I.... can make you feel like this, love.” he grins mischievously as he continues to leave hickies around her throat. “mhm you belong to me.” he whispers as he slipped a finger to her tight hole, thrusting his long and slender fingers—the frictions making lewd squelching sounds as she gasps and moaned in pleasure, “ha'ah... yes... yes.. only you...” she mewls out and he smirks, “yes, good girl.” he says before adding another finger, scissoring his movements to prepare her for him, curling his fingers inside her tight walls. He groans, “fu-fuck... so tight... Mhm, so wet for me.”

He continues to thrust his fingers insider her, her moans getting louder with each thrust, “Stop te-teasing me!” she moans out and he can only chuckle mischievously, “I'm just teaching you a lesson, love.” he says as he increases the speed of his fingers, making the knot she felt in her stomach tighten as she felt her orgasms coming, “ha'ah... ku-kuni! I'm gonna... I'm gonna I'm going to cu—” her words were cut off as she let out a sharp gasp as she orgasmed around his fingers. Scaramouche smirked as he pulls out his fingers covered in her slick, bringing his digits into his mouth, tasting her essence. (y/n) blushed as she watched him licked his own fingers clean before capturing her lips with his own, she could taste herself from his mouth. “You taste absolutely delicious as always, love.” he says with half-lidded eyes as their lips parted from each other, just a few millimeters away. He grins as he aligns his cock to her entrance, her eyes widened in surprise, “But I just came!? I'm still so sensiti—haa mhmm..." her voice trails off as her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he slowly slipped himself inch by inch, “haa... so tight... fuck... you fe-feel so good.” he groans out.

Skin slapping against skin was heard as Scaramouche began to thrust, slow and gentle at first before it became harsh and rough. Drool was slipping down her parted lips from moaning so much, the bed creeks from each movement of his hips against hers, Scaramouche groans against her neck, sucking on her skin and left so many purple colored hickies on her skin. “so tight... so warm and we-wet.” he groans out and (y/n) can no longer form coherent thoughts and words as she could only think how good his cock is and how amazing he is, he smirks—not stopping on moving his hips against hers, “You love this don't you? My cock inside you... you can bar-barely form any co-coherent words, love.” he moans out as he felt her clenched around him, “ar-archons... you feel so good...” he says and she can only whimper and moan in response, he can feel himself getting closer to climax and he can tell she's also close too. “'mm so cl-close...” she whimpers and he smirked, “cum for me love, let's cum together.” he says and she nodded slowly and picked up the pace of his thrusts. Moans and the sound of skin slapping harshly against skin can be heard before they screamed each other's names.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out of him, coating her walls white as she orgasmed too and clenched around him. He gasped before gently withdrawing himself from her entrance and lie beside her, cuddling her as he kissed her forehead. “You... we're amazing, love.” he murmurs softly, the sound of their deep breathing filling the room and she can only whimper. “Let me take care of you.” he softly says as he began his aftercare for her.

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husband! scaramouche who grumbles in annoyance that he has to wear the bright pink kiss the cook apron Childe gave him because his wife found it cute on him.

husband! scaramouche who developed a habit of kissing his wife's wedding ring everytime he's holding her hand.

husband! scaramouche who grumbles all the time when he and his wife shopped together, his hands carrying multiple shopping bags as he follows her around, quote on quote, “I will follow you to the ends of Teyvat with mild complaining.”

husband! scaramouche who insists on making her spend his money despite her being rich herself.

husband! scaramouche who likes to sleep on his wife's lap because he finds it comfortable despite not really needing sleep, her thighs are so soft that he just finds himself dozing off.

husband! scaramouche who has to deal with childe's teasing about him being down bad and a simp which he didn't agree nor he denied, he just told him to off himself as he grumbles back to his shared room with her.

husband! scaramouche despite being married to her for how many centuries, he still longs for her and would pull her very close to him as they slept.

husband! scaramouche who sometimes cries as he feels his wife's rough and calloused hands on his face, her thumbs caressing his cheeks, he just melts in her touch.

husband! scaramouche who would glare at his low ranked subordinates who kept on eyeing his wife as they worked, making those said subordinates training worse than others.

husband! scaramouche who oftentimes write letters for his wife in the middle of the night as she slept peacefully, leaving those said letters at her bedside table before going back under the covers with her, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and pull their bodies closer.

husband! scaramouche who just smirked at his wife's reaction to his letters because he writes the most poetic and romantic words for her, even would tease her about it.

His letters are often the most romantic or the horrendously down bad, there's no in-between.

husband! scaramouche loving it when his wife would just pepper his face with feather like kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over his face.

husband! scaramouche who kept on moving on his seat to teased her as she did his red eyeliner.

husband! scaramouche who waits impatiently for her in their shared bedroom and would immediately pull her inside once she knocks, closes and locks the door and pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips as his, missing her very dearly considering their offices are right next to each other.

husband! scaramouche who just falls more inlove with her each day.

The sounds of coffee being brewed, the occasional jingles of the bell from the cafe door, barista's working left and right, the smell of bitter coffee and the sweetness of the desserts are present in the air. Café Mon Amour is known for its relaxing atmosphere, good coffee and treats, the attractive set of baristas working and also the absolute movie like mutual pining that they can observe almost every single day.

Everyday at exactly 8 am the cafe doors would open and in comes the loveable florist from the other side of the streets and the barista already have her usual order ready.

The other costumers just find this scene very entertaining—even amusing, seeing the frown of Scaramouche's face—the barista—would immediately disappear as he just chuckles at whatever the florist could share to him that morning. The other baristas snickering at him, Venti clearly having an urge to snitch on Scaramouche's crush on the said florist, Xiao immediately placing a hand over the male's mouth to cover whatever words Venti wanted to say, Kazuha and Heizou just looking at the two before giving each other a side eye before giggling at each other.

“How's the sunflower you talked about before the one that you told me that didn't seem to be growing well?” Scaramouche asked with a raised eyebrow, ignoring his colleagues and [Name]'s eyes widen, sparkling even, “Wait! You remembered?!” She asked in shock making the indigo haired male scoff and roll his eyes with small blush on his cheeks, “Of course I would, you kept whining to me about it so it's hard to even forget it.” he says.

‘We know you remembered it during the first time she said it.’ the other costumers thought as they sipped their respective coffees.

“But still you remembered!” She exclaimed with a huge grin and the barista can only sigh.

They would watch the two engage in small talk despite the barista being known for not liking the idea of talking to people considering he would just glare and not say anything when someone orders to him.

They watched as the florist waved goodbye with her coffee in one hand and the barista gave a small wave and while having a nonchalant look on his face.

During afternoons, when the cafe is almost about to close, they would often see the same florist from that morning always bringing one type of flower and giving it to the barista.

They would just silently snicker as the barista would go red and flustered, she brought a sunflower this time.

This scene always happen every single day and one costumer even asked the other baristas if the two were dating and the baristas would just sigh and tells them no.

‘You're kidding, right?’

‘Unfortunately no.’

‘How long have they been you know...? Obviously pining for each other?’

‘Long enough that we ourselves are getting frustrated.’

‘Damn.’

Despite it being obvious, the two remained oblivious to how the other looked at them—with adoring looks and with pupils dilated. Still, it's frustratingly funny and endearing at the same time. For now, customers and the other baristas alike will let the two dance around each other's feelings for a while, they'll intervene eventually but for now they'll let them be.

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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