Pest Like Hat Jingles? (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 22: Perseverance

Summary: You and Childe begin to bond in a feeling of something you both desire, being wanted.

Scaramouche is having a harder time getting over you than he thought, so someone has to pay the price. How about one of your friends?
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Scaramouche sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
The office of the Northland bank was surprisingly quite, it was weird to be alone and without your presence.

Closing his eyes he tried to remain calm but then he thought of what he had witnessed earlier. It was you.... And Childe. He was sure of it.

Why were you two hanging out of all a sudden? Not that Scaramouche cared of course, why would he? A random stranger hanging with his fellow Harbinger? Good for him he guessed

But the way Childe was holding your hand, the way he dragged you along with no respect... it angered Scaramouche. It was only a moment he spotted you and Childe further into the crowd before you both disappeared and he wondered if you wanted to see him. Scaramouche wouldn't lie, he missed you. He wanted to see you

"What am I doing...?" Scaramouche whispered to himself and opened his bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep

He shouldn't be feeling this way... he needed to be a normal once more. A proper Harbinger once more

And yet.... His heart raced at the thought of talking to you once more, to see you smile.

"Damn it!" Yelling in frustration the Harbinger swatted the paperwork he had been working on to the side and crumpled up whatever was left. Scaramouche heaved in anger and irritation as he stood above the mess he created. It was difficult to catch his breath as his eyes snapped over the room, he needed to kill something. Anything to appease this feeling he was feeling deep down, he recognized it as jealousy. Scaramouche didn't feel it often as he could really give less of a shit for whatever someone else had. But you.... You were all he wanted.

When he heard some of the lower ranks of the Fatui scramble to check on him down the hall he sneered. If this had been a real emergency they would have been too late. It was a good think that his power was incomparable and superior. He role of Harbinger showed in battle

"One of you get your asses in here and clean this up!"

A strangled weak "Yes sir!" Sounded from behind the door as Scaramouche purposely used his hand to swat more onto the floor and smirked "All of it, I want it spick and span."

Then he had an idea, but he would have to return to his camp to initiate it. He needed a hawk eye to keep a good watch on you two, how wonderful that one of his men was very good at that. So Scaramouche kicked his way passed the poor lower rank Fatui member kneeled scrambling to pick up the papers of the mess He created.

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Childe closed his eyes and pushed you further onto the couch as he continued to entangle his lips with yours. How weird this felt, yet how soft your lips felt against his. He almost liked it

Humming against your lips the Harbinger tried to pull away but you entangled your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. With a surprised sound he allowed you and let out a soft groan when you pulled
softly. Childe and Scaramouche really were alike sometimes

With a smirk Childe's hand snuck up your shirt and stopped right above Scaramouche's marking on your hip. He rubbed it softly with his index finger and you shuddered at the contact

Childe pulled his lips away and sighed a husky sigh "That definitely felt different, felt nice."
He brought his bright blue eyes down your body below him on the couch "I thank you comrade for helping me, may we do it again however?"