You didn't care if he was smelling like smoke right now, he was there for you when you needed him.

Your and Scaramouche's quiet moment lasted for a while longer, before getting interrupted by a knock on the door...

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An annoyed groan left the young mans mouth before hesitantly letting go of you and standing up. You followed him as he got closer to the door. "I swear if that's that fucking ginger..."

He swung the door open and was met with the chest of a tall man. He had to look up to the three people, him being a little shorter than every single one of them. "Childe, that one woman from the cafeteria and... Dottore." Goosebumps raised up your skin as you met his eyes, them staring right back at you. A toothy smile spread on his face. Something about him made you feel uneasy.

The woman invited herself in, not looking up from her phone once while a very pissed Scaramouche started yelling at the red haired guy. "Why the fuck are you here?! And you too" He said looking at the grinning male standing in front of him.

"Now now, there's no need to get so aggressive. We just wanted to pay you a visit like good friends do... Oh, Y/N~ How wonderful it is seeing you here, are you our little Scaramouche's girlfriend?" You silently shook your head, not wanting to say anything. He smirked slightly at your little response.

Dottore and Childe pushed past the angry short man, lazily seating theirselves next to the blonde woman on the couch and ignoring his loud complaining.

A sleepy Ayaka with her bags already packed walked out of the guest bedroom, probably having enough of all the loud noise you guys were making. "Huh... Since when are here so many people?" She mumbled while yawning, taking in her surroundings. "Whatever I'll go now.."

She walked up to you and hugged you, saying goodbye. In secret you didn't want her to leave since she was the only person you really knew.

"Hmm.. Ah yes. Y/N, this is Signora and you probably already know Dottore." Childe said, pointing to the blonde who was typing something, looking pretty uninterested in the conversation. Dottore was staring at you again, his gaze hiding something.

In the meanwhile Scaramouche seemed as if he'd snap any time. He already did beat up the red eyed doctor once and he surely wouldn't mind doing it again. Childe got up and walked towards the fridge and pulled out some sake, beer and other kinds of alcoholic liquids you never knew existed in this building.

"Drinking at this hour, seriously?" You told him. "Why yes of course, join us comrade!" He invited you and grabbed some kind of remote with who he darkened the room. "Well then, this day is just getting started!" He said to all of you guys, ready to give out some drinks.

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You lazily sat on a chair, giggling as you watched a jumping Childe and Signora sing their heart out. Signora suggested a party song from Mondstadt, you tried understanding the lyrics but you gave up minutes ago.

NOW PLAYING: LAYLA - DJ ROBIN UND SCHÜRZE

"ICH HAB' 'NEN PUFF UND MEINE PUFFMAMA HEIẞT LAYLA-" Signora screamed at the top of her lungs with Childe singing along. You didn't know he spoke the language of Mondstadt, quite surprising.

❞ 𝓢𝓲𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸̈𝓷𝓮𝓻 , 𝓳𝓾̈𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 , 𝓰𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓻 ~ ❞

You looked over to Scaramouche, your view blurry from turning your head rapidly. How is he not drunk? He drank at least 2 beer and 10 vodka shots! You only drank a small glass of whiskey and a few shots... And you were a complete mess.

Your view slowly cleared up and he... Fuck. He looks even hotter than usual. You couldn't even describe how much you wanted him. "Eh- Y/N goddamnit!" You scolded yourself internally. Without another thought you approached his sitting figure.

You couldn't help but admire his sharp jawline, it looked like it could cut diamonds. The slight red around his eyes made his beautiful indigo eye colour stand out even more, they were hypnotic. And his hair... It looked so soft. You would do anything for being able to touch it once.

You got so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realize stepping on your own foot while walking...

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[ Scaramouche's POV~: ]

Tch. These noisy idiots. I couldn't help but sigh at the two people in front of me, singing stupid "schlager" songs as if their life depended on it. Couldn't they shut up for at least a few minutes?

It's already horrible enough for me to not get drunk even after drinking so much, that ginger didn't have to make my day even worse. The only thing that I enjoyed here was the H/C girl in the beautiful black dress I bought her hours ago.

Sure, her in my clothes was very pleasant to look at but this? This shit was on a whole another level. Why did she have to be this goddamn fine...

I forced her into wearing it before we started drinking. I couldn't help it, I needed to know how it looked on her and I definitely wasn't dissapointed after finding out.

It just looked perfect on her, not too revealing but sexy at the same time. It hugged her curves on the best places and I made sure it wasn't that tight so she wouldn't get uncomfortable. I bought some matching Valentino pumps too that I thought would fit her.

I snapped back to reality, catching myself checking her out. All of a sudden, she stood up and stumbled her way over to me. My eyes widened as I realised that she stepped on her own foot, eventually tripping and falling.

My heartbeat quickened as I quickly got up in a standing position, running over to her. I caught her before she could touch the ground, firm but gently holding onto her fragile body as if she was out of glass.

Staring into her E/C orbs, I felt like hypnotized. A bit of her hair fell onto her face, why did I have the need to stroke it away so I can see it fully?

"Scaraaa~!" She slurred, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck as I pulled her up after good 5 minutes of simply staring. Scara? I knew that my face must've been incredibly red at this point but thankfully she wouldn't notice in her drunken state.

"You caught me!! You're my savior.." she trailed off, a smile on her plumb lips, the lips I'm so desperately craving for. Of course I caught her, I wouldn't dare letting her fall because... Because she was everything. Mine. I can't bear seeing what's mine hurt or broken. Oh how I wish to say these words to her.

Dottore who observed the whole situation walked over to us, two cups in his hands. He handed one each to both, the adorable slurring girl leaning against my chest, and to me. I was clearly pissed at his annoying behaviour and on top he winked to the drink-sipping Y/N before taking her hand, dragging her off to somewhere.

My hatred for him grew as I instantly trew away the drink he handed me."That shit really thinks he could trick me like that, huh?" I thought, preparing myself for ripping that ugly ass head of his off.

But before I could follow to where he went, I was stopped by a stupid looking ginger, his grip on my wrist tight. "Childe I got no fucking time for this, got that carrot whore? Now let go of me, qI need to go after Dottor-"

"C'mon comrade! Dance with us!" He yelled. I swear I'm going to be deaf at the end of the day

"DANCE?! CHILDE WHAT THE FU-"

[TW - The following scenes contain: drugging | Sexual Assault!]

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You almost tripped again as the tall blue man pulled you into another room, slamming the door behind you shut. Your eyelids got heavier and heavier as your legs almost gave in.

"Oh Y/N... Yes Y/N, Y/N, oh so silly Y/N." Dottore chuckled, a creepy grin forming on his face. Chills ran down your spine as your drunk self caught up to what was even happening.

How could you fall for this? The drink.

Dottore pushed you onto the bed as you felt your whole body going numb, the bed you woke up in this morning. Helplessly, you watched him climb onto you, undressing you. Hysterical laughter filled the room.

How can a human being be this cruel..

"No.. Not again. Please." Repeated in your head over and over again as you were fighting to stay conscious. A lustful expression could be seen on his face as he stared at your now in-only-underwear self.

His lips traced over your chest area, biting and sucking harshly on your soft skin. You never wanted any of this. Tears filled your eyes as you wanted to scream so badly but not a tune left your mouth, you couldn't even move it.

Your breathing slowed as spots started appearing. A muffled loud sound filled the room, the heavy weight on you dissapearing. Blood stained the white wall but you didn't care at this point, emptiness in your heart as you recalled the traumatic events from years ago. You didn't want to feel this pain again.

You felt yourself getting lifted up against a chest, the persons heavy heartbeat vibrating against your head. "Warm..." You thought, trying to identify the person through your swaying vision as long as your eyes were still open. You failed to do so though.

"It's okay."

A voice whispered, before the world went black...

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A/N:

I apologize for not updating that long omg

IT MUST'VE BEEN HELL FOR YOU GUYS TO WAIT THAT LONG PLS IM SORRY

Fun fact: Layla fr is a german party song and I can confirm it bc I'm german myself hehe👹

I hope this chapter was decent hehe

Thank you for reading!

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