The bad guy, a Scaramouche x Fem!reader isekai

Dry your tears I'm here

After a while Scaramouche stopped sobbing in your arms. Hoping he's comforted enough you break the hug. He seems to be a bit broken though. So you decided to clean the table of all the food you had left and gave him a moment to calm himself.

When you sit back down he finally looks back at you. "I understand if you don't want to be with me after hearing this." He says, averting eyes right after. "Why?" You ask. "I'm not who you thought I was." He turns to you. "Well same thing over here." You point to yourself.

"But you aren't on my side after all." He starts. You want to ask him why but he keeps talking anyway. "I'm the bad guy. Your friends-" he cringes at the thought of them. "-are on the complete other side. And so are you." He points at you.

"So what? I'm not that innocent either. I'd say I'm a wild card." He laughs at you. "Wild card?" He snickers. "STOP IT." You smack his arm causing another chuckle to erupt from him. "So yes I'm a wild card. Not on the good side nor the bad side. I don't really care to be honest." You continue. "It doesn't matter to me Scara. I don't think we differ as much as you think we do. I want to be with you." You paused. 'Shit the simp is taking over.'

His eyes widen. Navy blue eyes locked on yours. "You want to be with me? After all I've done?" You pause before answering. To think.

Obviously you are attracted to him. Obviously you'd want to be with him. Obviously he messed up big time. But does that really change much? After his confession and his reasoning.

This could be a huge mistake but also the best thing that could happen. Maybe even dangerous.

But oh boy. Your middle name is dangerous. You couldn't help but recall your time here. And how you actually feel about the things you've done. Honestly your subconscious shifted. There weren't nightmares after a while. You actually enjoyed the power. You've adjusted to this world.

"Of course! I already told you. What does it even mean to be the bad guy? What defines the word bad anyway." You grab one of his clenched hands into yours.

After all. You aren't the main character in the plot. Your journey is your own. You can choose to be who you want to be. Does it have to be good. Does it have to be defined? The answer is no. And you are willing to do whatever it takes to stay like this. To be happy in your own way. To do whatever you want.

The end destination. You desire it.

You smiled at him. A kind smile. A loving smile. For him, irresistible. You notice him leaning in closer. His bangs moving to cover most of his eyes. A glint in his navy blue eyes you haven't noticed yet before. Maybe a glint of new hope?

The hand you weren't holding found your face. Cupping your chin he moved in even closer. Feeling his warm breath fanning on your face made you shiver.

The details on his face became clearer than ever when he leaned in closer. The red line above his navy blue eyes, the porcelain skin. Just everything about him made you want to soak in that expression he's making. You want to memorize it forever. Him. Forever.

Obsessive thoughts I know. What would he think? Maybe it was all meant to be. For you two to meet.

Your lips collide. Moving in sync, not letting each-other go. The two of you struggle for air as your hands find his hair. He's clearly enjoying it too. Pushing your shoulders with one hand behind your head to push you onto your back and get even closer to you. His hand stops you from hurting your head while you collide with the underground.

One thing led to another and when night starts turning into day again, you find yourself in Scaramouche his bed.

You've still got your eyes closed and snuggle into the warmth. His arms. You've missed the feeling of being with him. Laying with him. Just enjoying his company. You bury your head in his chest again. In his sleep he hugged you closer. And with the extra warmth you felt yourself dozing off again.