Genshin Impact Yaoi Oneshots | [REQUEST OPEN]

Scaramouche x Venti - Anonymously

I'm not really sure on how I should approach this one but I gotchu. Oh and I wanna know everyone's main - I'm a proud Razor main myself lol. Don't worry there will be a part 2.

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'Omg Scaramouche step on me daddy 🖐😩'
Scaramouche scowled in disgust while continuing to scroll down to the comments of his Instagram posts. The deeper he scrolled, the more disgusting comments became.
'These lowlifes have nothing else to do than type comments, how pathetic.' He clicked his tongue and placed his phone in his coat pocket.
"The usual?" the barista asked with a cheerful voice.
"Yes."
Scaramouche loved visiting this specific coffee shop. It held a special place in his heart, and the homey feel the atmosphere gave brought him peace whenever he was in a bad mood. Despite being the shop's loyal customer, he never knew the name of the barista behind the counter. Though that smile made him want to smile too.
The barista wrote down the labels on the cup, and took a look at the customer in front of him.
"Okay, you can go take a seat now, sir."
Scaramouche looked closely at the barista's name tag.
So Venti is his name...
He took a seat close to the window and let his chin rest on his hands. Shortly after, his name was called.
"Scaramouche."
Scaramouche walked up to the counter and picked up his coffee without saying anything.
"Have a nice evening!" Venti said.

~

Scaramouche sighed and opened the door to his bedroom with a nice view of the city. On his bed laid a bouquet of flowers. The boy was curious, who would send him flowers? He was already self-aware that nobody liked him, not even his fellow models. This was another one of his fans, perhaps? Who could have snuck in his home and gave him the gift but there was no trace that someone broke in. The locks were functioning properly. His drawers and closet were clean, his entire apartment was spotless - just the way he left them before leaving for work. It was nothing harmless, right? But it made Scaramouche go alert. He looked around his house if someone was hiding, under the bed, in the closet, in the cabinets, bathroom and every possible hiding spot. But alas, he found nobody. Scaramouche looked at the flowers once more and decided to throw them away before calling someone on the phone.

~ (play the song here)

Tiredly, he slammed the door to his dressing room and leaned his back against the door. He was wearing a white dress shirt with some slacks and an expensive watch on his wrist. Scaramouche then looked in front of him, there was something unusual on his makeup table - there was a bouquet of flowers, a cup of coffee and a cassette tape with the words: 'Play me :^D'. He looked around if anyone had a cassette player but it was 2022, who has a cassette player nowadays? Curiosity killed him like a cat and he decided to keep the tape. Scaramouche left the room, and asked for his coworkers for a cassette player. After minutes of asking he finally found someone who had it and brought the cassette player to his dressing room to listen to it privately. With no hesitation, he placed the tape inside thus the tape began to play.

Hey there,
What's it like in New York city?
I'm a thousand miles away
But, boy, tonight you look so pretty
Yes, you do
Time square can't shine as bright as you
I swear, it's true

The tape suddenly stopped. Scaramouche was intrigued, the voice that sang that tune made him feel things he never felt before. It was one of those voices he heard at choirs, but this time, as if an Angel descended from the heavens came down to share a lovely melody upon those who heard their voice. Though a small thought awoke Scaramouche. How did they know? How did they know that he lived in New York? Quickly and in a panic, he looked around the room for any camera, he opened the tiny window to see if anyone was observing him. He took once glance at the cassette player and the bouquet in his hands.
"This might come in handy."
After thinking of his plan, he changed his clothes and left his workplace. When he reached his car, his eyes widened once more as he saw another tape on his seat. In a rush, the door was opened and he flipped the tape.
#2
The dark haired boy picked up the tape from earlier and flipped it.
#1
With hesitation, ever so slowly he placed the tape inside the recorder and listened carefully.

Hey there, Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise—

The just as the verse ended, a syringe was stabbed into Scaramouche's neck.
"I'm by your side~"

~

Scaramouche woke up dizzy. He tried his best to look around but all he saw were walls. He struggled to get out of the chair but it was no use - he was tied up. Suddenly he felt his heart began to race as a drop of sweat ran down his forehead. What was gonna happen to him? It was best that he calmed down. He took a deep breath and paused to think about the situation. Coffee and flowers...those are the things that began showing up. It was the same coffee that he usually orders at the café. His teeth grit in anger as he realised who the culprit could be. Just as he opened his mouth, he heard a sound from downstairs and felt something hit his head.

Scaramouche woke up in an ambulance with someone sitting next to him. It was the barista.
"Oh, glad you're awake. Turns out my instincts were right after all! You didn't show up for 2 days and I knew something was wrong. So I called the cops and turns out you were kidnapped by a girl. Sadly she escaped, but you're safe now!" The bard said cheerfully.
It took a while for Scaramouche to process everything the barista said before speaking.
"Do you know who bought a suspicious amount of coffee?"
"Let's save it for another time shall we? You look fatigued and I brought you some hot chocolate on the house." He gave Scaramouche the warm hot chocolate in his hands. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and took the coffee in his hands anyway. It felt warm, he suddenly felt awake again.
"Well...I hope it's to your liking, it's your usual blend after all." Venti said with a nervous smile as he fiddled with his thumbs.
Scaramouche gulped it all down before using his sleeve to wipe his mouth, "Not bad, I could use some more." he lend out his hand, expecting another cup of hot chocolate from the barista. With his face facing the other direction, he felt something crunchy on his hands - candy. That's right candy.
"Ehe...I didn't bring much," Venti scratched the back of his head with another nervous smile on his face. Scaramouche looked at the candy on his palm then back at Venti. He popped one into his mouth and stared silently at the sky.
"To answer your question, there was a girl who keeps ordering your order and flowers from my flower shop."
Scaramouche grimaced and continued to eat some candy while Venti hugged his knees beside him.

After questioning from the cops, everything went back to normal. Scaramouche still visited his favourite coffee shop, but one day.
"Here's your order." Venti smiled as he placed the cup of hot coffee on Scaramouche's table.
Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to call my name at the front?"
Venti shook his head fondly with a carefree smile as always, "I wanted to serve it to you personally."
Scaramouche rolled his eyes and blew his coffee quietly. He looked up and Venti was already back at the counter, cleaning the cups. It was pretty late, the only customer left was Scaramouche. On the receipt was a note taped to it. It was Venti's number.
I'll give it a shot. He thought as he sipped his coffee with a small smile.