First Move | Scaramouche x Reader

| FIRST MOVE |

I hope you all enjoy! This was a little idea between me and a friend of mine hehe

Also, this is my first serious writing, so any help is welcome, just no hate! <3

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『3RD P.O.V.』

You awake to repeated smacks to your forehead. Confused, you open an eye to peak at who was trying to wake you.

Upon opening your eyes, all you can see is a shadow hovering over you.

"Who's there?" You mutter, blinking to try and clear up the blurriness in your eyes.

"It's Scaramouche. Childe knocked you out after using his delusion." The unknown person, who you now know is the 6th harbinger, Scaramouche, responded in a very obvious bored tone.

"Oh, hey, Fandango, would you consider me getting knocked out a win?" You questioned the indigo haired man with a slight grin, looking at his his hat, in love with the design as always.

"Don't call me that," Said man grumbled "And no, I wouldn't."

You huff and sit up, keeping a decent amount of distance between yourself and Scaramouche, who was on a chair next to the bed you were laying on. "Well, how beat up was he? And where are we exactly?"

The sixth harbinger looked at you blankly, then responded, "We're at my place since Zhongli insisted I bring you here after his beloved knocked you out." He rolled his eyes when he said 'beloved' having an odd dislike for the word. "As for Childe's injuries," He chuckled slightly, "He was very beat up, covered in blood and a broken arm."

You gasped jokingly, mustering a few words after a moment, "You, You laughed??"

Scaramouche sighed, not responding.

"I loved it, let me kiss you Fandango man," You said in a joking, yet somehow slightly serious voice, "Please, I beg of you."

"Begging for me to let you kiss me?" The shorter male smirked, "Alright, you may."

"Wait, wait, really?" You choked out, genuinely surprised that he agreed, even though you were very clearly joking.

You stayed silent for a while, thinking about all of the events that ever led up to this moment, only snapping out of it when you heard Scaramouche's voice.

"So, you don't want the kiss?" He raised a brow at you, already standing from his chair.

"I do," You halted your words, stunned when he begun to tap his lip, practically beckoning you to kiss them, "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so," You stand and walk over to him, looking down at him, being slightly taller. {Sorry if you're shorter! I have a bit of a dominate reader here-}

The male looked up at you, having a little trouble to look you in the eyes due to his hat, "Just do it, or are you scared?"

You respond without hesitation, "Oh, I'm very scared." You lift his hat a little and lean in, moving his soft hair away from his forehead, giving it a small peck, still not giving him an actual kiss, still thinking he was joking.

The man in front of you blinked a few times, then gave you his input, "Well, that was lame."

You also blinked a few times, then replied, "Sorry-" then you thought about it for a moment.

"Hold on a moment, you actually want the real thing?" You looked at him right in the eyes, searching for an answer in his indigo hues. "I wouldn't mind." The man told you what you wanted to hear, and you begun to freak out in your head.