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"That sounds lonely."
Scara laughs like a sob. "It is lonely."
"But you're not alone." He squeezes his hand. "Let's go watch the sun rise."
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10k words of being childe absolutely whipped (the strangers to friends to best friends to roommates drama youve been waiting for!!)
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14 Apr 2025
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im gna kms this was one of the best fluffs ive read in my life period
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Being a delivery man for the Snezhnaya Postal Service doesn’t come with a lot of thrills, but a job is a job. Childe is content with the monotonous life of brown cardboard boxes and long hours of driving if it meant helping his family and seeing a certain hot patron (who really needs to start ordering more clothes).
However, Childe finds himself in a dilemma when stuck in a blizzard, and must rely on his favorite patron and crush, Scaramouche, to seek shelter until he can return home.
The only problem is, he will be stuck here for six hours. Sheesh, how can they possibly stay warm for six hours?
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05 Apr 2025
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No one should be surprised, really, that Scaramouche would make it to the end of college without fucking anyone. He doesn't like people, he doesn't like being vulnerable, and he is horny - but not horny enough to get over his myriad hangups and the loner image he's painstakingly crafted for himself.
But when he finds himself at a party with a certain ginger on his knees in front of him, suddenly all that is turned upside down; and when Childe keeps showing up in his life, he begins to question whether the walls he's built are really all he needs.Bookmarked by yowtiew
01 Dec 2024
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PLEASSSEEEEEE THIS ONE IS SOO GOOD also im still waiting for chap. 6…
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Scaramouche paused. He wasn’t used to getting compliments from Childe. “Shut up.”
“Why?”
“Because…” He trailed off, idly plucking at some of the strings. There was the sound of shuffling in front of him, and his chin was gently held– tilted up so he locked eyes with Childe. Grip tightening on the neck of his guitar, Scaramouche felt his heart in his throat as the other man softly stroked a thumb over his cheekbone. “Childe–”
His eyes searched over Scaramouche’s face, soaking in his features like it was the first time he was seeing him. “You’re pretty like a girl.”
“Huh?”
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27 Jan 2025
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oh my fucking god i cried at 2am reading this shit
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“What the fuck…?” Scaramouche woke up in what was not his room. His vision was blurry, his head a little fuzzy still. He could make out that his wrist had been bandaged up, his clothes stained with blood still, there was various salty snacks and bottles of water and sports drinks on the bedside, as well as a ginger man, waiting at the bedside in a chair like he just pissed the bed and had to tell his parents.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, he was bandaged as well, his neck wrapped clumsily as if he had never put bandages on before. “You found me at a bad time, I think.” For a moment, Scaramouche couldn’t speak. He was dumbfounded. Not only was he alive, but he was in his almost-killer’s bed, with his almost-killer at his side, spewing a pathetic nine-word apology.
“You almost killed me.”
“Yeah.” A silence stretched between them. “I’m sorry.”
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01 Dec 2024