Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

7 minutes in heaven, a simple party game that was supposed to be all for fun. It certainly was fun at first, seeing the bottle spin and pair two people to be in the small closet in the corner of the room. Yet, as the bottle spun around you crossed your fingers that it wouldn't land on the handsome guy in front of you. No idea who he is, all you know is that he's a good looking guy. You both failed and succeeded, the bottle did end up landing on him at some point. But then it landed on you.

-7 minutes more, until we lose track of time. nsfw

Scaramouche has regained his memories from Buer, but there's this void feeling in his chest still. He cant pinpoint the reason why, but his hands help him. He always had a thing for painting, but why do his hands always end up painting the same person? No matter how hard he tries, it doesn't matter if he's sketching, inking or painting, it always ends up being the same person. Then he saw you walking down the street, a perfect replica to his art. Who are you? Why does he feel like this?

-recollection on canvas, not in memories.

Your arranged marriage wasn't your choice, and you're definitely not happy with the guy you ended up with. So its not a sin to crave another man, is it? Its not wrong if you love him, if you adore him with all the passion in your heart? Frankly, you couldn't care for the answer to that as you go against every moral lesson you knew and took a little detour with your "friend" to another room.

-be as quiet as you can, my darling. nsfw

Scaramouche is the part time intern at the cafe you've worked at for 4 years. As much as you want to help him adjust to the business standards, you cant find it in yourself to help him when he's being such an asshole. To you specifically, he seems to find joy in making your job more tedious and tiring than it already is. It isn't that he doesn't do his job, its just he does it in such an irrational way that you always have to clean up after him. He cant flirt his way out of this, don't let him.

-made to be creamed, topped, and loved. 

He was the captive, and yet why did he keep you captured in his own prison cell using his serene voice and his piercing dark eyes? His sweet and pleading words twisted around your throat, and all you could do was let him lean on you as he bathed in your presence. You were warned by your clan that he was a dangerous man, that he was a violent Fatui Harbinger. And yet you've seemed to tame the wild beast, with your touch on his too perfect skin. What were you doing, sitting with your prisoner?

-the captive, the one who stole your heart.

Scaramouche has frequented the cafe you work at for a while now. He orders all sorts of snacks and drinks, and always finds something wrong with them to complain to you about. This time, he's whining about you putting too much whipped cream in his matcha milkshake. You did not in fact add too much, it was just the regular amount the cafe puts in its milkshakes. Shouldn't he be happy the cream filled the cup to the brim? It wasn't even close to overflowing, the whipped cream was too dense.

-creamed, to the absolute brim. 

Scaramouche is your cosplayer boyfriend, and he usually posts his cosplays online. However, there were times when you could persuade him to dress as your favorite characters, just as long as its in private. Well, today was one of those lucky days as you managed to get him to wear a very...suggestive outfit. As soon as he came out of that bathroom, all you could think about is how he looked even better than the character he was cosplaying. And he's all yours, waiting for your next move.

-wore it just for you, don't just stare. nsfw

Scaramouche is the only prince of Inazuma and the younger brother of Raiden Shogun, the current crown princess. Naturally, he has an extremely high ego and is shamelessly cunning. He has one weakness, and that is his hatred for his mother because of things that had happened in the past. Whenever he gets his portrait painted, he always has it destroyed. That is because he looks exactly like his mother, a near perfect replica of her. He makes this hatred evident as he looks at your painting.

-forever in her shadow, wherever i go.

Scaramouche is your arranged fiance, your contract was forged by the Tsaritsa herself. Despite being notorious for his evil characteristics, he always tries his best to act gentle around you. He's quite devoted to you actually, anyone who dares to speak ill of you loses their ability to speak. He doesn't exactly hide his violent nature from you, he's a harbinger after all. You should expect to see some brutality every day, both of you were Fatui after all.

-we're bound together, and i know you like it. 

The ride that went viral for its heartstopping moments, the beloved Disco Pan Pan. You hadn't anticipated this would happen to you, after watching all those compilations online of couples holding each other down to strangers falling, quite literally, in love. The grip around your waist is tight, but the face that looks up at you is relaxed and puts on a smug smile. Scaramouche, he says his name is. Well thanks man, you could let go now- except there's no way in hell he will.

-world don't revolve around you, wait it does.

As a human forged by human hand, Albedo has no grasp of complex human emotions. He struggles to understand why him of all people got Hanahaki, even though he doesn't exactly love anyone. Or so he thinks, with his minimal understanding of love. Albedo cant comprehend the fact that when he gets upset when you don't talk to him, when his heart races when you look at him, he cant understand that its love that he feels. How is he expected to confess a love he isn't even fully aware of?

-these flowers, the cause of my deadly demise.

Xiao's life was mundane, slaying demonic spirits in an everyday cycle. That is, until his eyes laid upon your exquisite dancing. He's taken it upon himself to find you whenever you decided to start practicing ballet, remembering the tunes you'd softly hum under your breath. He adores the sight of you, and he tries to encapsulate the memory of your dancing into paintings. Right now he's hidden among the tree branches with a sketchpad and a brush dipped in black ink as he watched you from afar.

-im in love, oh no im in love.

Scaramouche is someone you just happened to meet, in some random stinky alley at 3 AM in the morning. He saw you disposing of another man you went on a date with, hands all bloodied and clothes tainted. But he doesn't report you to the authorities right away, rather he looked down onto your hands holding tightly onto the bloody bags. Then he asks how much. How much for what, exactly? How much for the organs in those black bags. And it just became a habit, exchanging "services" once a week.

-a request per week, every week. 

Scaramouche is a regular customer at your restaurant, and usually you don't come out of the kitchen to greet your diners. And yet you had to come to his privately booked booth because he was causing havoc, always finding something to complain about the food. It was either an ingredient he didn't like, or he just simply didn't eat it that specific way. You have never met someone more annoying in your life, and yet you have to put up with it since he sponsors your restaurant.

-not that chef, definitely not that.

Damn it- you really should've saved some money from your side job so you could've transferred to a non-human school. But now you're stuck here in this sticky situation, where a human has you by the collar, a clear view of your ears and tail. Before, it was easy to hide your true form from others. But now that it was winter time, your instincts just take over and they just pop out uncontrollably. You're currently second guessing to just bite his hand with your fangs- what, its natural?

-you're too slow, keep up keep up kitty.

You thought it was just a fever, until you ended up in the hospital with needles in your wrist and being diagnosed daily. Scaramouche has been adamant about being by your side 24/7, not wanting to look away at you even for a single second for the fear you would leave him in that single instant. The worst part is your condition isn't bad enough to make you go into an unconscious state, you feel all of the pain. You're awake yes, but suffering. But at least he's by your side as you slowly die.

-curse life, because its taking you away from me.

The world had changed in a blink of an eye, suddenly monsters and monstrosities were roaming around the cities. Everyone was in a panic, except for two people. You, who had regressed through this world several hundred times. And Scaramouche, who has read about your story in a novel. This godforsaken world is fated to be saved by your hands, but Scaramouche intends to assist you in your journey. You have no clue why, but this man is determined to be your companion.

-that man..is my companion. kdj!au (orv)

Scaramouche accepts the fact his life would change once he became your husband, but now that he's a soon to be father he's still getting used to your abnormal cravings. Every day he wakes up and prepares himself to make the most atrocious things for you to eat, at your request. He loves you, he swears on it. But the food you crave is way too freaky for him to take on sometimes. Please have mercy on this man.

-at this rate, you might get food poisoned.

Scaramouche has been a long fan of the romance novel series that took the internet by storm because of its engaging story line and wonderful characters. You happened to be his favorite, and he often found himself fawning over every scenario you were in or screaming whenever another character had mentioned your name. Now he's in his room screaming for two different reasons. One, the author just killed you off in the recent chapter. Two, you were in his bedroom. You're supposed to be ink on paper.

-a story to be rewritten, by our hands. 

Before the Dendro Archon could do anything, the Fatui ushered their 6th Harbinger back to Snezhnaya for repairs. The Doctor deemed his time too precious for this, so the responsibility landed to you. You've only glanced at him during laboratory work with the 2nd Harbinger, and yet now you were expected to repair him. You're a rather...unique individual, which lead to Scaramouche often forcing himself to quieten down his usual ruckus. You're quite the unstable individual, even compared to him.

-is that a failure? oh, its just him.

In the eyes of the common folk, Scaramouche is a vile sinner and felon. A monstrosity who's only reason for living was to make others feel his damnation. Could he truly be such an atrocious being if his smile could make your hollow heart ache? You are the one given the duty of slicing his head off clean, and yet your innermost mind refuse at the thought. Damn this world.

-our love will be short lived, like your life. 

Scaramouche had been captured and locked in Tenshukaku by you, as per orders of Raiden Ei herself. She wanted her first vessel back, she intended to keep him as her personal aid. But the puppet was far more than just distressed, he was revolted as he found himself in the estate he was supposed to live in. In a vain attempt to escape, he attacked the guards and sprinted towards the front gates. Unfortunately for him, you were much more agile then he was in this state. Poor Raiden Kunikuzushi...

-her little bird, one with no wings.

The Balladeer, your creator and owner. He made you with the intent of making you his puppet, not his family. You have no way of refusing him, he made sure of that. He's gone to extreme lengths just to keep you as a perfect creation. Today is just your daily fix up, maybe you have a ball joint he needs to fix or a screw went loose. But you're pretty sure you're fine, so why is he insisting?

-the puppet of a puppet, how ironic.

As one of the very few royal bloodlines left, it would be obvious you'd always have a guard right by your side. You don't exactly need him, you think to yourself. You can handle the crowd just fine, Scaramouche just kind of keeps his eye on you. Not paying too much attention to him whenever you go out, not even talking to him unless its needed. And this pisses him off, since all he can do is stand by your side. He wishes he was just another fan of yours, so he'd at least be able to touch you.

-my job is to protect you, but please notice me.

Scaramouche is a professional swimmer, but he certainly doesn't act like it. Sure he acts like one of those haughty swimmers that would definitely push you into the deep part of the pool, but he doesn't act like a professional one at all. The only reason he probably agreed to being your coach is to see you drown. But hey, at least you get to see a handsome man right before you drown in the salty waters right?

-i said swim, not drown you idiot.

Scaramouche hates the way you keep laughing at him whenever he attempts to speak the Filipino language, but you keep giving him a reason to. His broken Tagalog often causes stares from other people, like that one time he yelled out "stop the jeep na kuya!". Luckily for him, he has you to help him out. Except you don't exactly help him, you seemed to enjoy his suffering.

-all i want is makapiling ka, makasama ka.

Scaramouche was the protagonist in the novel you loved so much during your dark times. Now that the novel has happened in real life, you sought out to be his companion. You sought to help the story as you know it progress, and who wouldn't want to be life and death companions with their favorite character? Well that leads you to this situation, wherein you have a wound practically ripping you in half as you sacrificed yourself for him. You took a heavy blow for Scaramouche, and now you're here.

-your companion, in life or death. yjh!au (orv)

You met him in a club collaboration between the photography and painting club. The aim was simple, one would take an impressive picture while the other would paint it. Except you unfortunately got paired with the most annoying photographer in the world, who finds every opportunity to snide at your work. Maybe he just doesn't get the beauty of art or just wants to piss you off, but he's definitely getting on your nerves.

-we found love, we took a picture.

Scaramouche is just your regular normal person, working through this horrid society. That is, until he met you. He though you were quite demented at first, why were you so obsessed with tearing apart peoples organs? But his mind immediately changed when you waved a fat stack of cash in front of his face. Now he's kind of your assistant, he gets you whatever organ you need and you pay him for it. Plain and simple. He wont say a word as long as you stuff his mouth with money.