The Joker | Scaramouche

𝟎𝟕 | 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄

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The silence wasn't as unbearable as Y/n thought it would be. The trickling of water and occasional sounds of crickets took away the awkwardness and brought a comfortable quiet night.

"Would you like a massage, my lord?" Y/n smiled through clenched teeth, seething inside. Though her voice was sweet yet filled with sarcasm, Scaramouche found himself smirking.

"Of course. I can't possibly miss this opportunity of having your hands on me," he shamelessly flirted. Y/n found her nose scrunching at the unusual behavior.

She stared at the glistening back of Scaramouche, a bit taken aback when she saw how well built it was. His small figure did not do him justice.

She placed her hands on his shoulder blades, flinching at how cold it was. Her hands were burning against his cool skin. With medium pressure, she began kneading his slippery skin, feeling her face grow a bit red.

"Just like that..." he sighed, the faint curves of his muscles relaxing.

"Tell me if you want me to do it harder, my lord," Y/n smiled at the small noises he made. She leaned in and made sure to purposely whisper against his ear.

"You should feel lucky that you massage quite well. I would've thrown you in my dungeon by now," he scowled at her action. The mention of a dungeon made Y/n shiver in both thrill and fear.

She wonders what a dungeon would feel like in person. Definitely not like heaven, she thought.

"Hmph," Scaramouche turned around, the water around him rippling. "Losing focus so easily in front of me?"

A hand propped his cheek and Y/n gulped as she caught the sight of a beautiful angel bathing in a river. The smile on his face was devoid of any negative qualities. It was a genuine and peaceful smile that he rarely showed to anyone.

"Do you have a fever? Why is your face so red?" the slight curve of his brow caused her heart to flip as the droplets of water blessed his lips bright pink.

Scaramouche knew what he was doing and he was doing it on purpose. He wanted to see Y/n's flustered state and tease her more. He wanted to see more of the Joker's mask crumble slowly with his own hands.

"Hmm," he leaned in, his forehead touching Y/n's sweaty one. "Doesn't seem to be a fever..."

The girl across from him turned bright red, suddenly finding her surroundings a bit too hot. She could not think straight amidst the heat.

"It's a bit hot in here..." she coughed, averting her eyes.

"Is that so?" the harbinger chuckled at her reaction before humming. "Wanna join me? The water is cool. It should make you feel better."

"You must be joking, my lord. How dare I taint the water with my dirty self when you are bathing in it," Y/n forced out a laugh, regaining her composure.

"Hmm? Why not? Are you opposing me right now?" Scaramouche's brows furrowed, his eyes gleaming under the moonlight.

"... I dare not, my lord."

"Good. Now come," he reached out his hand with an alluring smirk.

"But... my clothes..." Y/n mumbled, a bit down that she had to ruin her new outfit for a bath.

"Simple. Just take it off," Scaramouche suggested, his eyes unwavering.

Deep down, he was panicking a bit. It's a bit embarrassing to admit but he has never seen a naked female before.

"Then, pardon me," Y/n giggled before taking off her clothes one by one. Scaramouche watched silently behind her, his cheeks flushing faintly.

She slipped off her shirt like it was silk, her upper body feeling the cool breeze brushing against her skin. It wasn't until she reached for the hem of her shorts that he had turned, his eyes shutting tightly.

"Shy?" Y/n noticed the splashing of water. "Didn't I say I would dedicate my entirety to you for a day, my lord? Don't back out so fast..."

"Shut up," the male hissed, letting the water cool his body down. "It's just a bath. Don't make it seem inappropriate."

"Aw, even though it already is..."

Y/n pouted playfully before diving into the river next to Scaramouche. He flinched at the sudden impact next to him and his face turned red at what he saw.

"What the fuck are you doing with my clothes?!" he shouted, his hands itching to grab his belongings away. However, the girl had used his clothing as a towel, wrapping it tightly around her chest.

"Hm? Towel, duh."

"Bitch, I know that! Put that back there! What am I going to wear after this?!"

"Hmm... you look pretty good shirtless though. It should be fine," Y/n grinned, stretching her arms.

"Y-You despicable clown!"

"Is that all you got? You unparalleled angelic beauty-like mermaid with hair and eyes as equally shining yet dark like night," Y/n cooed.

Scaramouche was rendered speechless by the sudden flood of compliments and a frown replaced his stunned state.

"You mean it?" his response surprised Y/n.

"Of course," she stated with determined eyes. She wasn't joking this time. "Has no one ever told your liege how beautiful you are?"

"No..." he shamefully admitted, feeling more rattled than he expected.

"Well, now you have someone who thinks you are an eye candy," Y/n proudly huffed. "They must be blind to not see a piece of art right here!"

He was indeed a piece of art in her world, but she wasn't about to say that and destroy Scaramouche's entire view of Tevyat and himself.

"Shush..." he whispered, half his head underwater. Bubbles popped on the surface and Y/n smiled at his embarrassed state.

Scaramouche doesn't seem to be that bad of a person, she thought. I guess his usual grumpy attitude makes people either cower or annoyed at first glance but he's quite cute when he's docile.

Cute to the point she wanted to keep him for herself. Alas, a Joker can't be too greedy after all.