pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader
a/n: y'all know those couples who break up at least twice a week? It's my inspo here, kinda.✌🏻 NOT ANGST BTW!!
synopsis: Scara wasn’t just an ex. He was a force you couldn’t escape. Weeks after you broke up, he’s with someone new, but every look, every smirk, still belongs to you. Teasing, flirting, provoking—none of it matters until his frustration erupts at the lockers, with half the school watching. Once you’re dangerously his, there’s no breaking free.
You never really knew what your relationship with Scara was. Not the clean, pretty kind people write about in books. It wasn’t outright toxic, but it wasn’t wholesome either. Fights over stupid things, fights over nothing at all, and then sparks that burned like fire. Laughing so hard you forgot why you were mad, stolen touches in hallways, late-night calls where he teased you until you were ready to strangle him—addictive, infuriating, impossible to escape.
And yes, he had this… way about him. That smirk, that tilt of his head, the way he looked at you like he owned your attention—it was hypnotic. Like you weren’t under control, but you couldn’t look away.
Four weeks ago, it ended. Another fight, same as always. He walked away. You didn’t chase him—not because you didn’t want him, but because letting him go was easier than admitting how much he still controlled your thoughts.
But now… now he was leaning against the cafeteria railing, arm wrapped around some girl who clearly thought she’d hit the jackpot. You and your friends sat three tables away, drinks in hand, and the fire in your chest ignited. You didn’t bother hiding it.
"Wow," you said loud enough for anyone to hear. "That’s… really his type now? What a downgrade. I mean, I guess you can do worse than her, but like… seriously?"
Your friends snorted, covering their mouths with hands, trying not to laugh, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to hear. You wanted him to squirm.
The girl froze. She spun to Scara, eyes sharp, lips pressed into a thin line. "Excuse me? I am his type," she said, voice tight. "What’s your problem?"
You leaned back, shrugging lazily, grin wicked. "Oh, no problem. Just… noticing the obvious. You’re cute and all, but let’s be real.. he’s clearly settling. Am I wrong?"
Your friends burst into giggles, whispering to each other, egging you on.
The girl’s cheeks flushed, and she jabbed at Scara’s arm. "Aren't you gonna say something?"
He didn’t. Didn’t even flinch. Smirk still plastered perfectly on his face, eyes on you. That smirk… it was magic, a little cruel, and totally hypnotizing. And you? You thrived on it.
Then Childe strolled in, casually leaning on a table near you. He caught your eye, and you caught his. The way he looked at you made your stomach flip. Bold, teasing, open—like he’d been waiting for permission that he didn’t need.
"Well, look who’s here," Childe said, grin spreading. "Still stealing hearts, huh?"
"Oh, don’t flatter yourself," you replied, leaning against the table, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m just… entertaining myself."
He laughed, leaning closer, voice low. "Mm, I like that. Confidence. Dangerous. Reckless."
You smirked, flicking your hair over your shoulder. "You talking about me, or someone else?"
"You, definitely you," he said, eyes glinting. "Though… someone nearby seems a little… tense about it."
"Really now?" You shrugged. "I can’t imagine why." You leaned closer, voice teasing, letting your words carry just enough flirtation to make it sting. "Maybe I’m just fun to watch. Or maybe some people are jealous."
Your glance slid to Scara. Eyes darkened. Face tightened. That smirk barely flickered. He hated this. Loved it. Couldn’t have both. And you knew exactly what you were doing.
Two weeks of this—Childe flirting, you teasing, Scara simmering—culminated in the hallway by the lockers. He grabbed you, slamming you hard against the cold metal, hands bracketing your face.
No words. No preamble. Pure frustration. Pure intent. Your body reacted instantly, heat rushing to places only he could ignite.
People stopped, murmurs rising like wildfire. "Ooohhh, they’re gonna kill each other!" someone yelled. Another whispered, "He looks pissed!" Students circled, phones out, some leaning in closer. Even Childe and the new girl froze, mouths slightly open.
Scara didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His lips crashed onto yours—hard, possessive, angry. No warning. No teasing. Pure frustration, pure claim, pure you belong to me. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair, pressing closer, letting him have every inch of dominance he wanted.
Half the school watched. Childe’s grin faltered, stepping back, realizing he wasn’t the one in control anymore. The girl paled, realization dawning that she had no claim over him. Your friends cheered quietly from the edge, capturing every second on their phones.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it started, but Scara didn’t pull away completely. Forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavy, eyes dark and molten, lips still brushing yours every so often. He didn’t speak, but his grip and gaze said everything: 'don’t think you can play with me, don’t flirt with anyone else, don’t test me.'
Then the girl stormed off, clearly mad, huffing and muttering something about how ridiculous this was. You noticed and couldn’t help but smirk, turning your face up at Scara.
"Wow, your 'girlfriend' just ran off," you teased, voice dripping with amusement. "Doesn’t look like she’s handling you very well."
Scara’s eyes darkened. "She’s not my girlfriend." he growled.
"Oh, come on," you interrupted, smirk widening. "She’s just… what? A prop? Something to make you look better?" You winked. "Or… maybe just practice for the real thing?"
Childe, still leaning casually a few steps back, let his smirk creep back onto his face. "Oh, this is rich," he murmured. "You really can’t help yourself, can you, Scara?"
Scara’s eyes snapped to him, glare cutting.
Childe raised a hand innocently, voice teasing low enough only they could hear. "Relax, I’m just observing. Don’t want to interrupt… yet."
Then, with a final smirk, Childe turned and walked away, clearly off to flirt with someone else, leaving you and Scara in the hallway, still pressed together, still charged with tension, and the rest of the school whispering, gasping, and waiting for the next explosion.
And you? You were grinning like a devil, knowing you’d successfully riled him up. And oh, he was going to do something about it.
