Summary: Scaramouche may hate how uncomfortable you made him but loves how uncomfortable he can make you. Besides an annoying morning he takes you to join him for a debt collection in Liyue and it's there you make a interesting discovery.
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A bird chirping caused you to wake up and besides your pounding headache at the moment you slept well. You arm was over your forehead and the wet towel you received from Childe was no where to be seen. The last thing you remember was Childe helping you into bed to rest before you knocked out. Looking at the roof of the large tent you smiled at the thought of the man's kindness even though he owed you nothing, well until a groan and movement of the cot caused you to stiffen. Smile dropping while slowly turning your head to look in the direction of whoever was sharing the bed with you your breathe hitched. Still fast asleep Scaramouche had turned over in his sleep and was facing you. You noticed he was shirtless and prayed he had shorts on or other wise you would kick his man parts so hard he would wish he killed you sooner. From what you could see his chest was slightly defined and he had a scar on his upper chest.
"What the fuck...." you mouthed and blinked in bewilderment. When did this fucker come into bed with you? "He wasn't even here last night." You whispered to yourself
Besides the shock you couldn't help but stare at him, he looked so peaceful. Lips slightly parted he let out soft breaths and his chest rising and falling with each one. His hair was messy and he laid with one hand on and the other under the pillow. Who knew that Scaramouche could actually look so kind naturally, he almost looked hauntingly beautiful.
A slight flush rose to your cheeks as you swallowed whatever was in your now dry mouth. You had found him attractive from when you had met him but that quickly fell out when you met his true self with the shop owner. But now you hated yourself for finding his sleeping form so..... cute.
Wanting to smack your forehead you snapped your eyes back to the roof of the tent. As much as you wanted to jump out of the blankets you also didn't want to wake the Harbinger up. It was nice to have him not bitching or insulting you every second he opened his mouth. At the moment it was only his soft breaths that left his lips.
You couldn't help but smile at the thought of the blackmail you could pull if you had a kamera to capture this moment. Knowing him he would consider sleep a moment of weakness, "Oh well," you thought "I can capture the moment in my head to piss him off later."
You turned your head back to look at him in his somewhat cute sleep but Instead met his stern face. His grey tired eyes boring into yours as he spoke "The fuck are you smiling like that for?"
"AHH!" You squeaked and jumped away from him landing on your ass onto the floor grabbing a pillow trying to save yourself. Scaramouche couldn't help but laugh as he propped up to rest his head on his hand while still laying in bed. He couldn't see you as you were still on the floor.
"Don't do that!" You shouted and swang your pillow over the bed to hit him unexpectedly on the head. "OMF-" he made a hilarious muffled sound on contact. Why couldn't you catch him off guard with the book like that yesterday? Most likely because he just woke up.
You launched your arm back to swing again but he easily snatched the pillow from you and slammed it back onto the cot. "STOP THAT BRAT!"
"NO! FUCK YOU!" You shouted back and scrunched your nose crawling back onto the cot. You quickly have him the finger but swiftly dropped it not wanting to challenge him to shock you. The last thing you wanted was for him to do that shit again.
"Archons you're such a child," he mumbled and scratched his head. You were still pouting in a way and tried to snatch the pillow but he reached for it once again. Now you both glared each other while holding the pillow "Y/N. Let go the damn pillow." Your grip tightened on the cushion
"You first! Besides it was my pillow!"
Scaramouche rolled his eyes "You're so fucking stupid, everything in this tent is mine or did you forget where you were?"
He wasn't wrong, but you had it for the night. "DIDNT forget," you said through gritted teeth "I just couldn't help but notice YOU hopped into bed with me."
"Well yeah, it's MY bed. You're lucky I didn't kick your dumbass off, actually you're lucky I didn't kill you from the stunt you pulled last night." Scaramouche snapped and swatted your other hand from attempting to snatch away the pillow.
"For sleeping? What else am I supposed to do on it?" You asked sarcastically and Scaramouche arched an eyebrow. So you didn't remember jumping onto him and trying to become "friends again?" Oh this was rich "You didn't just sleep Y/N. You don't remember?"
You slowly let your grip on the pillow lighten "I didn't?"
Scaramouche shook his head and tried his damn best not to laugh "No," he could fuck with you and he definitely was going to "You were all over me last night."
Your face flushed darkly "WAS NOT! Stop being a pervert!" Scaramouche thanked the Archons he could hold himself together "Me? The pervert? Please you couldn't get enough of me, besides you want proof? Look down, look at what your wearing."
Your eyes dropped to your body and you let your mouth drop. You were wearing his clothing, shirt and shorts. You slept with Scaramouche? When- why? You couldn't believe it, even if you did why couldn't you remember it?
"You weren't bad," Scaramouche smirked "But I've had way better." He stated as climbed out of bed heading towards his wardrobe to get dressed. You didn't move an inch and kept you eyes glued to your body "And I want my clothes back, your not worthy of such material."
"I- YOU FUCKING DICK!" You shouted and grabbed your pillow ready to chuck it at him. Right before you turned around he laughed "You're wearing my shorts so if you wanna see my dick again be my guest and turn around." Of course that wasn't true but he did have to take off his current sleeping shorts to change. This was just to keep you facing away from him, there was nothing to block his changing form in his tent. There wasn't a need for it, besides Childe you're the only person to stay in it as long as you did. You never stopped mid action so fast and threw your face into the pillow starting to scream. Luckily for Scaramouche it was muffled by the pillow as he burst out into laughter amused by the situation.
After he had changed into his outfit he walked over to your slouched form on the cot. You still had your face smushed into the pillow and luckily for him you stopped screaming.
Scaramouche ripped the pillow away from you and you looked up at him. "I can't believe you actually believed me. We didn't fuck Y/N, you just annoyed the absolute hell out of me. I'd sleep with you when Childe can actually use a bow properly." Before you could respond he slammed the pillow onto your face causing you to slam onto your back. His amused smile dropped and walked over to his desk to retrieve his hat and put it on gracefully. The pretty sound of the jingles meeting your ears. "Get ready and meet me outside. You have two minutes, I can't exactly just leave you here by yourself again now can I?"
You rose in disbelief "I FUCKING HATE YOU ASSHOLE! No I will not go anywhere with you!"
He turned towards you with that look you were oh so familiar with him giving to you, annoyance with a mix of anger. "Oh trust me likewise, but you're funny if you think you can refuse. Now get the fuck up and take some of your medicine on the desk there. Instructions are on the bottle, you're welcome." He didn't wait for a response and walked out the tent, the sound of him calling for his men muffled.
Your anger slightly faded, he got you medicine? You almost appreciated it but remembered the asshole was the reason you got sick In the first place. As on cue you sneezed and you immediately got up to snatch the bottle off the desk. You hated being sick, but you were 100% sure you hated Scaramouche more.
Scaramouche heard your footsteps coming from behind as you walked out the tent. "Took you long enough, I was about to drag you out by your hair."
You stopped walking and stood somewhat near him but decided to keep a distance and crossed your arms when you noticed him staring at you with a look that could kill. "I told you to get out of my clothes brat, so why the fuck are you still in them?"
Now it was your time to roll your eyes "Mine are a complete mess, I don't exactly have anything else to wear."
"Not my problem-"
You cut him off "So you want me to stroll around naked? You'd like that wouldn't you?"
He didn't respond at first and walked ahead of you, so of course you followed. "Whatever, let's go. We can grab your clothing later."
"Grab my clothing? We're heading back to Liyue?" You asked and hurried up to walk side by side with him.
He refused to answer you and side eyed you, looking you up and down. His eyes lingered on you for what felt like ages and you started to to feel uncomfortable. Eventually he removed them and brought them back to the front "You know your body has no shape, you're built like a hillichurl."
Your mouth dropped open and you gasped "Excuse you! That's so rude! It's not my fault your clothing is ugly!"
He smirked "Exactly why I said it, truth hurts but someone had to be honest with you. Also my clothing has worth and culture, yours speaks rags. I bet you finally feel like you have reason to live in it."
You shot your leg to kick him in the hoo hahs and he moved his legs back to dodge. Scaramouche's hand easily caught your leg, twisting it and lifting so you could fall face first. You waited to fall but he was holding you up by the collar of your, well technically his shirt. You slowly opened your eyes "Oh! Um thank you?"
He scoffed and brought you back to your feet before giving your shoulder a push. "Please the only reason I didn't let you eat shit is because I don't want my clothing any more dirty. It's bad enough with you in them. Now let's go, we're wasting time."
When you both reached Liyue you thanked Rex Lapis, the silence that lingered from the walk was not enjoyable in any way. It felt longer than any other of the walks you had even if one was cut short by pissed of hillichurls. Scaramouche may be a rude prick but you still didn't enjoy the silence.
"This way." Scaramouche mumbled and grabbed your hand to follow him. "HEY!" You shouted as he dragged you through the marketplace crowd. "I can lead myself through this you know?"
"Didn't ask." Scaramouche grumbled obviously annoyed "Besides I don't need you to try to slip away, I'm on a schedule here."
You rolled your eyes and kept them on the ground as you watched your feet try to keep up with his pace. The jingles of his hat were a lot easier to focus on when he was this close and again the sound eased you. You hated that something that had to do with him comforted you, but it truly was a beautiful sound.
Your thoughts were interrupted as he launched you forward in front of him, letting go of your hand you looked up. Your apartment building? "Go get your things, don't even think of trying anything or-"
You rolled your eyes "Or you'll start zapping things and kick down my door. Got it."
You could feel his heated stare on your back as you climbed up the stairs to your room. Scaramouche eyed you and let his his eyes follow you until you were out of site. He dared you to try something, anything to give him a reason to finish you. He's surprised your body wasn't already in a ditch with the amount of times you made him want to slam something over your head. That something being a VERY big book he was now fond of.
By the time you reached your room you took a backpack and started to pile clothing into it. Sneezing you looked around your apartment and wondered if you would even be able to come back to it. Scaramouche would either kill you or you would lose it to not being able to pay rent. You brushed away a tear with the back of your hand and cursed at yourself. You hated crying but this was more of a frustrated cry.
Perhaps hoping out your window would give you a head start to getting away? No he would catch you, even if you managed to get away today he would send his men after you. There were Fatui stationed everywhere, he would get you either way. Perhaps just doing what Scaramouche said for now would do.
You closed your apartment door and carried your adventure bag with you. Surprisingly Scaramouche wasn't where he waited for you. You looked around and couldn't find him, where did he go? Was this a test? "Oh Y/N!" You turned at the heart warming voice you knew "Su! How are you?"
The kind old land lady sauntered over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder "I'm good dear! And you?"
For the first time you faked a smile in her direction "Good! Just packing to leave for a little. I promise I'm not leaving you with a unpaid bill Su! I could never do that to you."
She laughed and patted your back before letting her hand drop behind her back once more "I know you wouldn't, still looking for a job?"
"Yes! No! I think..." you responded and let out a short laugh.
"There you are Y/N!" Scaramouche came back into sight with a pouch of mora around his waist. He had a disgustingly sweet smile which he gave to Su and waved, a sparkle in his eyes. "Hello Ma'am."
You crossed your arms and arched a brow "Here I am? You're the one who left the spot."
Su glanced between you two "Oh? Who's this handsome young man? Your boyfriend?"
You held back a gag "Scaramouche this is Su and Su this is Scaramouche. Also No, he's my uh.... Boss! Yes that's it! See our matching uniforms?" You held out your arms giving a spin and Su nodded. "Ah I see! Quite a nice work uniform to have. I'm glad you have a job now, I expect my money soon my silk flower." With that Su pinched your cheek and headed back to where she was before.
Scaramouche gave one last sweet smile to her and waved goodbye "Goodbye miss Su! Take care!" She waved back and the moment her eyes left both your directions Scaramouche's smile dropped and he sneered at you. "I see you didn't change out of my fucking clothes. Also Boss? Really?"
You stuck out your tongue at him "I was not about to call you my boyfriend. You're not cute enough to stand next to me."
Scaramouche smirked "You really don't think you can possibly be-"
A loud grumbling sound interrupted him and you flushed after realizing it was your stomach. His eyes dropped and rose back to your face. You held it and looked away embarrassed "Don't say a thing-"
"You really can't stop eating can you?" He sighed "You're lucky I'm also hungry, let's get something to eat." He walked past you and you slowly turned around to follow him like a duckling.
Once you two finally found a restaurant with a opening you both sat down at the table but you couldn't help but look to the side. You could tell Scaramouche was staring at you past his menu and started bouncing your leg. You hated when he did this
Finally you sighed and looked at him straight back in the eyes "What?"
"What did the old lady mean?"
"Su?"
"Sure I don't give a shit, what did she mean she wants her money?"
You lifted your menu to block him from your vision "And you care because?"
Scaramouche swatted your menu to the floor and when you went to pick it up he stomped his foot on it. "I don't really, but I can't help but be curious. It's painfully obvious you have a bad financial situation but is this what it's about?"
You forgot Childe mentioned this to him at one point. Smacking his ankle with your hand you tried to snatch your menu "Move your fucking foot!"
"Not until you tell me, you can starve for all I fucking care."
"WHY DO YOU CARE?!"
"I DON'T BUT JUST TELL ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Both of your shouting caught the attention of the other guest in the restaurant and embarrassed you slumped back into your chair mumbling a sorry to the restaurant.
Scaramouche on the other hand could care less if he interrupted the other guest. He removed his foot from your menu and continued to read his "At least tell me who Su is to you."
"Fuck off asshole."
"I'll let you get some takeout for later if you do."
Damn he was playing some good cards right now "And you'll pay for it?"
You heard him chuckle "Who else? Your broke ass couldn't pay for it." Kicking him under the table you heard him hiss in pain "Try that again you insufferable bitch and I'll kill you. Now hurry the hell up and just tell me."
You sighed and picked up your menu from the floor setting it on the table "My land lady, but she's like a mom to me. She's very loving and lenient with me, she's all I have left and I know she won't be here for too much longer..."
Scaramouche dropped his menu onto the table and took a swig of his water "I see, so that's why she wanted money. You owe rent don't you? Northland bank can help you with that." He leaned back in his chair and eyed you while swishing his water around. His other arm draped across the top of the chair lazily. You didn't respond
"However..." he began "You would have installed payments with interest. Don't pay and well, let's just say Childe and I would have to deal with you."
Your silence was enough for Scaramouche to understand "I would be more than happy to deal with you, Childe most likely not as much."
"I... I can't. We both know that, so stop trying to push it on me." You said looking back at him, for once you caught his grey eyes boring into you with interest
"Why's that?"
"You know exactly why prick."
He smirked "I know, but I wanna hear you say it. Say it Y/N, why can't you?" Scaramouche leaned onto the table never once removing his eyes from you. You refused and he let a out a singular "Ha!" And smacked his hand on the table "Of all the time you actually decide to shut the fuck up."
You wanted to grab your water and chuck it onto him "Fuck you!"
Scaramouche took a swig of his water "Maybe later so you could actually have some mora in your pockets, hurry up and decide what you want. Our waitress is coming."
Scaramouche put on a charming smile and leaned his chin on his hand while ordering what he wanted. The woman who was your unfortunate waitress giggled and blushed deeply at what he was saying, you assumed he was charming her with that fake ass attitude. You on the other hand were dozing off, your hearing numb. You could only hear their voices but couldn't make out any words, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. You held your arms and dug your nails into them, you felt hot and sweaty. Even your breathing felt quicker as you gagged and moved to cup your hand over your mouth.
A smack on the table made you jump and Scaramouche was sneering at you. The waitress was looking at you as well, holding her notebook to take your order.
"I called you like four times," he turned to the waitress "Forgive her she's a little slow. Now hurry up and order Y/N." He gestured his hand to the waitress and you shook your head.
"Nothing I'm no longer hungry. Thank you."
Scaramouche cocked his head slightly at you "Bullsh- AHEM I mean nothing? She needs a little more time to decide thank you." The waitress nodded and turned to leave as Scaramouche snapped his head towards you.
"The fuck is wrong with you? Not hungry anymore my ass, you're always fucking hungry."
"I said I'm fine." You snapped and refused to meet his eyes. He didn't argue with you "Starve then, but order something for takeout at least. That was our deal."
This resulted with him eating from his plate, making sure to rub it in because you refused to order. "Thank you." You choked out and looked away from him "Hm?" Scaramouche stopped chewing and he looked like a damn chipmunk. You held back a insult "For the Medicine."
He rolled his eyes "Don't mention it." Although in reality it was Childe's idea and his money who bought it. Scaramouche was just the unfortunate delivery man
After he finished eating he paid the bill and handed you your takeout bag for later. "Come on." He lead you to a man with a cart full of different items after some time of once again walking side by side in silence. The sun boring it's heat onto you both, Scaramouche having the upper hand with his hat giving him shade. "Stand there and don't do anything too stupid." He pointed to a certain point and approached the man starting talking to him, the man was surprised to see him. The discussion resulted with the man pulling out a crate of what seemed to be Cor Lapis, the golden shines catching your eyes. You moved slightly closer to hear the conversation better "And the Mora?" You heard Scaramouche ask "I just need a little more time sir! Please this is all I have!" The man pleaded.
What was going on?
"You've had enough time heathen, you knew when this was due." Scaramouche snapped his fingers and turned to side eye you and you flinched. Or at least you thought he was looking at you, until two men who you assumed were Fatui brushed passed you. One took the crate of Cor lapis and the other snatched the man by his collar, the cart man panicked started to kick. His pleas fell on empty ears as the Fatui agent simply started to beat the man, even as he fell onto the floor.
You wanted to shout and tell the agent to stop but you could only close your eyes and turn your head the other way. Where were the millelith? And those who walked by simply hurried to avoid the situation, aware of the fact that there was nothing they could do.
The sound of footsteps and those damn jingles approached you, for once they brought you panic. "Y/N look."
Eyes still closed you refused and felt him walk behind you, the feeling of him running a finger across your back made you get goosebumps. You remembered he did this when you first met and he suddenly threw a arm around your waist to hold you still against him, your back flush against his firm chest. His other hand snaking up to roughly and firmly hold your chin, forcing you to turn your head towards the man who was still yelling in pain.
"Open your fucking eyes and look you bitch." You refused and Scaramouche narrowed his eyes at you, the hand at your waist growing warm as electricity shocked you. Not enough to hurt you too badly but enough for you to yelp and force your eyes open. "Y/N I want you to see what will happen if you don't pay back your debt. We- I can help you. But I need your word that you will PAY back what you owe."
"I am NOT in debt to the Fatui," you forced out "I will not be either."
Scaramouche turned his attention to the agents and raised a hand, the Fatui agent who was beating the man ceasing. Scaramouche's lips brushing your ear "Oh please you'd rather live on the street? Sell yourself to greedy men so you can afford to eat to make it another day?" He hissed in your ear and started to rub circles with his thumb on your waist. "Is that what you want Y/N?"
"Of course not you motherfucker." You refused to meet his grey eyes which wanted to meet yours. His lips left your ears, his face awfully close to yours. Cheeks almost rubbing, Scaramouche's voice awfully low almost a whisper just loud enough for you to hear "Then take a out a loan from me, not the Fatui, not the Northland bank, and not Childe. Just me."
Your eyes widened and finally snapped to meet his, which were dark and frightening almost.
"Scaramouche," you began "Why would I...? Why would you...?"
He smirked at you and once again rose his hand to his men who had awkwardly watched the whole situation with their boss and you. The poor man still beaten grasping for air on the ground. "Try not hurt your brain too much thinking about it Y/N, consider it a business transaction. You would be working under me, not the Fatui."
You let your voice crack "The difference?" His thumb stopped rubbing circles on your waist and he turned to his men "Finish him off, with his death his debt will be paid completely."
The man on the floor couldn't even plead before the Fatui agent had a blade on his forearm appear seemingly out of no where and moved to finish the man off. Scaramouche let go of your chin and ran his finger along the side of your face before pulling away and at the last second you turned away. The man's final gasp was haunting, Scaramouche let go of you completely and adjusted his hat "Dispose of the body and take the Cor lapis to Northland bank. Go." The agent with free hands threw the man over his shoulder and took off in one direction while the other took the crate of Cor lapis and headed in the banks direction.
You both stood there in silence, your breathing ragid as Scaramouche simply side eyed you. After ages of silence he simply stated "Let's go, I have some more business to take care of." And began to walk off
You didn't follow him and he swiftly turned around when he realized, his usual attitude returning "Are you deaf? Let's go Y/N."
You wondered how bat shit crazy one must be to simply have personality switches like that. You were familiar with his fake sweet personality and his usual shitty attitude no one was fond of, but the one he showed you just a second ago. What the actual hell was it? He was almost possessive of you, or the idea of owning you in a way. It was like he almost wanted to keep you around just to intimate you. To have another sense of power over something that wasn't to be his in the first place
"No."
"What did you just say?"
"I said no Scaramouche." You made sure to say his name in a low voice. "I don't want to see another debt collection. I don't want to be around you, YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE."
His face was surprisingly calm as he walked over to you, with each of his steps you took one back. You dropped your bag of takeout food as you slammed against a wall of a building and started to cower below him as he placed one of his hands by your face. Yes this is what he wanted from you, just like in the restaurant when you cowered beneath him in that chair.
He licked his lips, the flavor of this was intoxicating. It was only like this with you for some reason. He didn't quite understand it himself but he didn't deny it, he wanted to understand it. He always loved seeing people cower and fear him, fear his power. Then there was you, and he fucking hated you for being so addictive.
"Y/N don't cry." You heard Scaramouche calmly state, he brought his other hand upward toward your somehow now pretty face, his thumb brushing your tears away. The wetness making him want to lick them off his thumb, but he refused. Anything to have to do you was disgusting.
You didn't even realize you were crying, "I'm not crying because I'm scared Scaramouche."
He cocked his head slightly, his hat bells jingling slightly "You love to lie to me don't you?"
"I'm crying because I'm angry, I'm angry that all the fucking Harbingers I could have gotten stuck with, of all the crazy assholes it was you," You grit your teeth together "I.Hate.You."
He smirked "I'm glad we're on the same page for once, of all the dumb bitches in Liyue I could have gotten stuck with it was you. I could have at least gotten one was pleasing to look at."
"I don't know you've been looking at me quite a lot today don't you think? You've got a fucking staring problem." His smirk dropped and he grabbed your shirt collar, careful not rip his own shirt once again and yanked you off the wall pushing you forward. You stumbled around almost falling and couldn't help a small chuckle brushing away the last of your tears "What's a matter Scara?"
That did it for him "You want me to bruise more than your wrist?"
"And kill off the one person you want alive?"
"You're only alive because I let you make it another day!" He hissed, Archons he hated you so much.
"Exactly, so you admit you want me alive? You want me to stay around don't you? It all makes sense now." You smiled
"What does?" Scaramouche asked genuinely interested
"You wanting me to stay around, you feeding me, letting me stay at your camp, your offer, and now. Another reason to kill me yet you let me live. You truly love the feeling of power don't you?"
"I do. But you're nothing, I have so much more power than just over you."
You spit in his face and his pulled his face back in disgust "YOU NASTY BITCH!"
"Then prove it, show me."
"With pleasure." Without hesitation the electricity that shot up your body burned and you let out a harsh scream. One Scaramouche oh so enjoyed hearing from your mouth, it was starting to make sense in a way to him now as well.
"Enough.." you managed to rasp out and to your surprise he listened. Your body relaxed as he let his hand fall from your shirt collar, he was sure his clothing you were wearing were now ruined but it was all worth it to see you like this.
To Scaramouche's surprise you stayed standing despite his somewhat effortable shock on your body. "Now you put me behind schedule you dumb bitch, let's go." He brushed past you and hating yourself for it you turned and followed forgetting all about your takeout bag. You wanted to show him that he didn't have all the power he thought he had. Not over you at least.
Scaramouche on the other hand wanted you to feel and know the power he had over you. He wanted you to accept his offer and be in debt for the rest of your measly existence. Not in Debt to the Fatui, but to him. He would break you, and you would cower before him. Whether this meant in life or death, didn't matter to him.
Scaramouche stopped in his tracks and you almost bumped into him, stopping just before. You were still a little whoozy from giving him the order to shock you. You couldn't help but wonder if he realized that you were the one with the power at that moment "Accept my offer Y/N, let me help you."
You chuckled "Help is a weird way to describe blackmail Scaramouche."
"What are your other options?" He hated the fact that he was genuinely impressed with your balls today. As much as he loved you cowering below him he almost loved how you tried to stand up for yourself. Accepting his electricity the way you did, refusing to fall the way you did.
You shrugged even though he was still facing forward and couldn't see you "I don't know, I guess we'll find out later won't we?"
He looked over his shoulder knowing damn well you would succumb to his offer. You were stuck with him either way, at least make it worth it. "I guess we will Y/N."