His Puppet (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter Five

"Where are you taking me?" The Balladeer waltzed through the castle corridors with ease, as if my combined weight didn't make a slight difference to his balance. I mean with how short The Balladeer was, he had a surprising amount of strength.

Regardless he ignored my questions and simply stayed silent, I on the other hand was quite loud as a result from the alcohol; People don't just sober up in minutes so I was still very drunk and quite brave for someone who had felt this mans wrath before.

"I don't understand why your being nice to me-You're not nice to anyone and I'm sensing an ulterior motive." He stopped walking and glared down at me.

It was amazing how, in theory, his size and stature and appearance should not be intimidating at all. Yet here I am grading his ice cold glare. He was annoyed, and clearly not wanting to deal with this right now.

"You know, you are the bravest person I know to sit there and say that to my face. Unfortunately that makes you the dumbest. You are lucky you're drunk and have an excuse for this disrespect." I smiled sloppily at him, relishing in the fact that I had actually got under his skin with that.

"Archons stop talking... You are so pretty and perfect, but it's completely ruined by that foolish act and foul mouth of yours... It's really quite unfortunate." I scowled up at him, to which all I received was a warning glare.

"One minute you call me the worst thing you've ever seen and the next your basically all over me?? I don't get you, and you certainly don't get yourself that's for sure. Your just a needy whore who seems to take whatever's given to her."

In my drunken state his words affected me a lot more than they normally would've. I started tearing up and pushed myself away from him, forgetting for a moment that he was the only thing holding me up. I hit the ground hard and cursed from the pain, then lay there sniffling as he stared down at me in confusion.

"What the fuck are you doing?... Get up-" "Is that really all I am now? I mean it's not like my life has ever been anything special. And now I've given in to all this shit... Just because I was lonely and wanted some purpose, I became a slave to the Fatui."

He sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair. "Give me fucking strength." He sat down beside me as I began to cry, leaning against the wall for support as tears streamed down my face.

I felt something touch my back and looked over to see him staring at me. His hand had cautiously wound itself around my back and was holding me against him. I leaned on top of him and placed my head on his shoulder as I calmed down. The world spun and shifted as my eyes slowly closed.

Scaramouches POV
"Are you okay to walk now?" I looked towards her eyes, only to find she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Rolling my eyes at this nonsense I sighed and stroked her hair, moving it out of her face and behind her ear "You are going to be the death of me and I barely even know you..."

I muttered to myself as I picked her up and brought her back to my room. As soon as I was back I placed her into my bed gently and took off her shoes before tucking her in.

I was about to leave as I still had some documents I could get finished before I turned in for the night. But I felt her hand grab my wrist and pull me down onto the bed with her.

"Stay... Don't... Leave..." she appeared to be having an unpleasant dream. I tried to remove myself, feeling awkward in this position. But after a few minutes I realised it was hopeless and gave up.

Sighing frustratedly I gave in and got under the covers, wrapping my arms around her cautiously... It felt, nice.

I couldn't tell if it was the idea of such a fragile person being in my grasp and at my mercy... or if I just liked the comforting and warm feeling.