Genshin Impact Stories~ Smut/Fluff

A Visit (Scaramouche x Masc Reader)

You hated that smug smile that was always playing on the Balladeer's lips, the way he would talk to you, like you were below him, it drove you insane. He found it extremely funny how angry you would get when he simply addressed you with the title "my little peasant". This was not nearly the harshest of nicknames he could come up for you.

You would never admit it to him or even yourself, but you secretly enjoyed when he teased and messed with you.

You also noticed that the Balladeer would get especially angry and moody whenever Ajax hit on you. You didn't mind Childe's attention on you, but it didn't excite you in the same way that the Balladeer's boiling jealousy did. The two boys were constantly at each other's throats, throwing insults and harsh words at each other every moment they could get. The other fatui harbingers were quite sick of their little banters.

Dottore would often shout slurs and insults at the two boys, and if that wouldn't shut them up, he would take Scaramouche away to do who knows what horrible experiments on him.

That left Childe alone with you. He would take you out on lavish dates all the time, spending hundreds of millions of mora on expensive restaurants and dishes. That was one thing you loved about Childe, he sure knew how to treat you well. But the Balladeer on the other hand, knew the little things that got to you, like whenever he called you, "my little pet~" or the way he would look deep into your eyes, that playful grin playing on his lips, how he would get up really close to you and whisper into your ear. He also knew how painfully horny you were.

Scaramouche stumbled out of Dottore's quarters one night, blood dripping from a fresh head wound, and bruises running all over his chest. You watched worriedly as he limped to his own room, mumbling curses as he went.

"I wonder what Dottore gets up to whenever he's alone with Scaramouche," Childe wondered out loud, staring at the spot where Scaramouche was standing, where a pool of blood was now sitting. You pursed your lips, knowing all too well the horrific torture Dottore put Scaramouche through, claiming he was just "testing the Balladeer's limits." You hated that icy-haired freak for all the bullshit he put Scaramouche through.

You crossed your arms over your chest, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for that bastard to walk out of those doors with that disgusting grin he always had.

You hated that man, but you were part of the fatui so you were forced to tolerate him, and you couldn't even do anything when he was torturing Scaramouche, because apparently it was all part of his "big scheme" to turn Scaramouche into a god.

You watched that snake of a man with narrowed eyes as he left his room, pulling off what used to be white gloves and throwing them in the trash.

"Y/n? Are you ok? You look about ready to kill someone, need help?" Childe looked hopeful while bouncing up and down on his seat. You shook your head, trying to calm down, you didn't know why you were getting this upset over Scaramouche. But you always felt this weird feeling inside of yourself whenever you thought about him, and seeing him being hurt so badly made you so angry.

You and Childe were sitting on the floor playing card games when the Balladeer finally came out of his room, his brow set in a hard line above his perfect purple eyes.

"Scara!" Childe waved him over to where the two of you were huddled in the corner, your cards sprawled about. He headed over, clearly trying to hide his limp, but you could see the subtle lag in his steps.

He plopped down beside you, a bit too close, his thigh rubbing up against your own. He started to grab his own deck. Your face felt hot from him being this close, but you didn't know how to move away from him without him noticing what you were doing.