Instead of Here
Summary: Scaramouche pulls you aside after testing his patience long enough, and it seems you’re an interesting plaything to him. Both good and bad things can be called gifts; his ‘gift’ to you is a kiss.
extra: wc: 2k, cross posted onto ao3. art credits goes to __ixyo on twt!
warnings: pairing is scaramouche / gn!reader. other than that i dont think theres anything else? just scara being annoying and mean, suggestive but not really. note at the end
Scaramouche's hands rested on your hips, firm. Steady. And then they trailed up to your jaw, his thumb on your bottom lip.
Despite the fact his touch felt akin to that of a ghosts, there was a barely noticeable tremble in his own hands. Scaramouche was quick to conceal it just as quickly as he revealed his unease.
His eyes were sharp. The bright red eyeliner he wore certainly didn't help; his gaze was practically burning into your face.
"I-I've never done this before—"
"I know," Scaramouche said wittingly. "But you want this. Don't you?"
You nodded. "Yes, I'm just nervous."
You couldn't have ever imagined making such a ridiculous interaction— let alone with your superior, the 6th. Having spent your days working under the short tempered Harbinger, you had naturally grown exhausted of his treatment of everyone around him (including you, of course.) Every interaction with Scaramouche felt like that of an owner and its misbehaved dog. One instance, he had yelled and nearly killed you for not properly handing off a heavy wooden crate. The contents inside of said crate? You had no clue. After all, you weren't 'important enough' to deserve that information.
"Your incompetence astounds me. Tell me, is it really that difficult to just do your job? I should have you killed for being such a useless mutt."
Scaramouche's behavior towards you was nothing short of unadulterated hatred. Yet it was this fact alone that had you wrapped up in some sort of twisted love for him. You could get yelled at him as many times as he so pleased, and you'd take it all— simply because of your silent devotion to him, no matter the cost.
It felt like Scaramouche had some sort of vendetta against humans despite being one himself. Or at least you think he's human— it's not an unfamiliar concept to you, and only something non-human could harbor that much hate for humans in their body.
Even so, you couldn't wrap your head around it. How could such a beautiful being be so vengeful? He looked like he was crafted out of the most pristine porcelain.
At times, you found yourself staring at him.
Multiple times.
And each time you were caught, he'd glare at you and send chills down your spine, immediately straightening up and looking down. Anywhere, really, as long as you weren't looking at him anymore.
Yet this time, the Harbinger wasn't merciful enough to let you scramble away this time. Harshly grabbing you by the arm, he pulled you away from your assigned position and inside his quarters. Any onlookers had learned to turn away and accept your assumed fate.
Scaramouche's eyes narrowed at you, finally snapping you back into reality after spacing out for a few seconds too long, straightening yourself up yet again in his presence.
"Why? It's just me." Scaramouche's sugar coated words almost distracted you from the fact he could, once again, have you killed in a few seconds without anyone knowing. "I'm being very lenient with you right now, you know. You're always ogling at me. Maybe giving you what you want will finally make you a much more pragmatic agent for once."
You couldn't decipher what was going on in his head, the glint in his eyes. In spite of that, he already had you figured out. The only words you could use to describe it was annoyance and resentment. He was clearly entertained by your reactions, though.
Despite the rather suggestive predicament you were in with him, your fate laid in the palm of his hands. Scaramouche dangled it around like a toy, and he knew you knew that. The heat that crawled up your neck as he leaned in closer to your face was the equivalent to a beautiful secret blooming like a flower.
"…Forgive me for my crude response, my lord, but that's exactly why I'm nervous."
At this revelation, Scaramouche could only let out a breathy chuckle. "Really? What a cute thing you are."
If it were anyone else, the comment would sound cheesy and romantic. Unfortunately for you though, this is a Fatui Harbinger. And his tone was for a fact not meant to be regarded as such.
There's a short period of stillness between you and him, Scaramouche breaking that peaceful silence as he sighs in exasperation, his gaze zeroing in on the your lips. It felt like he was a predator— slowly approaching his prey.
Your breath got caught in your throat as Scaramouche's fingers traced your jawline.
"You don't deserve my favor. Don't you dare misinterpret this either," he mumbled. "It should be considered a miracle you've even found yourself beneath me like this. As for me… I'm just appeasing my boredom, to put it simply."
As you took in his words, your hands found themselves wandering towards his sides— trying to anchor yourself mentally and physically. Scaramouche perceptively noticed your movements and quickly shot you down by gripping your wrist, shoving it down with a tight squeeze.
"Imbecile."
You whispered out a small apology before moving your hands down to your sides awkwardly. It was clear Scaramouche wanted to be the one in control here. And really, who were you to deny him? No, correction, how could you even deny him? Its not like you had any authority over him. You were his prey, after all.
But most importantly, you couldn't throw away this opportunity either.
Scaramouche wasn't wrong in the slightest about you and your attitude towards him. A kiss from him of all people? You'd probably lap at his feet for the rest of time and do the best you can under him.
Yes, an unquestioning dog.
It's not like you're all too far off from that label to begin with though. Working under the Fatui wasn't exactly the most rewarding job for the most part, having to answer to anyone above you without opposition unless you were the one in power.
Once again, you're snapped back to reality— instead with a harsh slap to your cheek this time.
"Stop looking at me with that idiotic look, you foolish good-for-nothing cretin," Scaramouche hissed. "You are sorely mistaken if you truly believe you can exit my quarters alive without accepting my offer. Do you think I'd let you leave with this 'dirt' on me? Hah. It's easier to control you if you accept my gracious offer. And I know you want it, so act like it."
"Okay, okay!" You stammered. "This is just… really intimidating."
Scaramouche's eyes narrowed at you for a moment before huffing, his displeasure and irritation evident as he analyzed your appearance.
The Harbinger is met with your fear-stricken face laced with your silent affection for him, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. Your body trembles, yet seems to ache for more of his touch— your arms glued to your sides.
This look is nothing new to him.
And yet, it disgusts him.
It disgusts him seeing how humans react to his actions. How they yearn to pry him apart and play a character from a fairy tale— fantasizing about buttering him up and being the one to receive his loyalty and undivided attention.
But who said he can't toy with their feelings?
Even so, he finds himself experiencing a pang of quiet terror. You weren't aware of it, especially with the way he was acting, but he had never actually kissed anyone before until now. Scaramouche buried the feeling in his chest before he can even process it. After all, he was having much more fun toying with you and making you wait for him.
However, he had grown bored of continuing this little game.
"…My lord?"
Before you could process any lingering thoughts you had following your words, Scaramouche closed his eyes and pressed his lips against your own— the flow in your mind coming to an abrupt stop at the surprisingly soft sensation. His hands traced down to your shoulder, lightly squeezing your side while your own palms dug into the fabric of your clothing.
Scaramouche's lips moved slowly against yours, trying to find the 'correct' way to do this had made his eyes furrow. Albeit his uncertainty, he got the hang of it rather quickly when he remembered he had the upper hand here. Since it was still his first time though, he ended up putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure onto your lips. But you were none the wiser; its not like you knew what an experienced kiss felt like anyways. Your lips mirrored his own in response. If anyone was watching, it probably looked like you two were having some competition on eating each others faces off.
Scaramouche masked his lack of confidence quite well once both of his palms began to run down your body, all the way down to your thighs. You could feel him grin into the kiss as he began to teasingly rub his hands in small circular motions, pressing you closer into him. Everything around you already felt muted, yet so overwhelming.
For being such an imposing and terrifying Harbinger known for his cruelty, he smelled quite nice. Being this close to him meant you could smell the faint traces of whatever expensive scents he used. Unfortunately, you couldn't pay too much attention to them anyways since all you could think about was how peculiarly wet the kiss felt. It's not like you didn't know kisses could be wet, it was just unexpected.
Luckily for you, being human meant you needed air and you could get away from all of this.
You peeled away from his lips despite how wrong it felt, taking in some air. Except this time, it only feels like you're taking him in instead. Your disheveled appearance was a sight to behold, and it laid right in the palm of Scaramouche's hands. Scaramouche, on the other hand, barely looked bothered! An amused expression painted the Harbingers features at your unkept self.
Surprisingly, his response wasn't as insulting as you had anticipated. "Hmf, had enough already?"
"I just needed some fresh air, my lord," you slightly sputtered.
In this brief period of serenity, you stared at Scaramouche for a few seconds to truly take in his appearance as well. Being so close to him was a once in a lifetime opportunity for sure, and you weren't gonna get another chance anytime soon.
His once piercing gaze was softened, his lips seemingly a bit swollen and muggy. For just a few moments, he didn't seem as striking anymore but rather vulnerable.
Unfortunately, everything comes to an end. Scaramouche quickly hid any emotion he may have revealed with his typical scowl once he noticed your dazed expression on him. "Pull yourself together. It was just a kiss," he said.
"Yes… Just a kiss."
Without realizing it, your gaze found itself right back at his lips— unconsciously longing for another taste. When Scaramouche noticed this, he made his own distaste known, disgust once again adorning his features. "Tch. At least be honest with yourself, you know you want it to mean more. Own it. It makes you look less pathetic than you already are to me."
Harshly pushing you away, he spoke once more. "The greed you humans possess never fails to impress me. Go, get out of my sight. You don't deserve anything more from me," he grunted. "You're not getting anything out of me unless you impress me somehow. And fix yourself up before you leave. We don't want anyone getting the wrong idea, do we?"
You nod as you flatten out your clothing and hair, humming in response to his comment.
"I expect a response from you."
"…Yes, my lord. I wont let anyone know what happened."
"Good."
You bowed down slightly to him before turning back around, pushing the large doors open as you ignored the looks from the passersby.
Once you had left his presence, Scaramouche's scowl didn't falter— instead, it had deepened further onto his face. His boredom was satisfied, but it still didn't change the fact he absolutely detested the unknown feeling in his chest. The only way he could describe it was repulsion.
Yet even so, he wanted to explore this feeling. And he wanted to test it all out on you. It seemed he had found a new toy for him to play with, and you certainly wouldn't be the last.
…He could still faintly taste you on his lips.
note: hi guyyyyysf its been a while amirite. sorry for the ten million people who begged me for boyfailure scara itll come maybe soon.. i have lots of drafts ive just kept to myself these past 2 years but i decided to post this one because why not
