Dealing With Him

The wreckoning

   2 or 3 more chapters and this story will end, good or sad ending? I don't know

find out 🫶

also, i'm thinking about publishing a story i just finished.. it's only chapter one but it's like, really long. quick summary, childe cheats on zhongli with scara, scara tells zhongli, zhongli sad. ?zhongli revenge? 😈😈 (scars helps)  def nsfw. anyone like the plot? please lmk!

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The next day, Scaramouche had woken up with a pounding headache, as well as a pounding ass. He had borrowed one of dottoros filthy smelling shirts simply cause it was 5 sizes over him- he had planned for Dottoro to simply shower and go home when they were done, but he had stayed the night.

Dottoro was taking a shower while scaramouche was trying to find anything he could salvage for breakfast. Cereal? Oats? "Again?" He is startled by the voice behind him. 

"For gods sake, stop creeping up on me you tall asshole."

"Huh? Has it ever come to mind that maybe your just short?"

He wanted to punch childes grin right then and there.

"C'mere, i'll make you breakfast, okay?" he didn't like how the unfamiliar kindness was treating him today.

"Okay, I guess." He sat down as Childe easily cracked an egg, dropped it into the pan, and waited. Childe took a glance at scaramouche, staring at him.

"What?" he asked, with an attitude, obviously.
"nothing it's just- your shirt. it's uh, dirty."
Scaramouche looked down at his shirt and saw the cum stains. Disgusting.

"Ugh, gross." he replied. icking at the shirt, as if it was Dottoro himself. "Stay here." Childe said, "I'll go grab something for you." How 'kind' Scaramouche thought, sarcastically. he waited as he heard the foot steps behind him.

"Here." Childe handed him a shirt with a smile,  it was way to big for him. was it his? "this isn't gonna fit me, dimwit."

"I just thought it would be comfortable." He replied, flipping the egg. "Put it on."

scaramouche nodded, about to take off his shirt as soon as someones pair of eyes laid off.

"Do you mind?" He snarled.

"Oh. Yeah, sorry." The ginger replied, almost in a flirtatious way.

He put on the shirt. it smelt so nice. Like an ocean breeze, similar to Childes cologne. Childe gave him the egg, crispy and warm on the inside. It was like Childe was a god at cooking. He made eggs taste like a 5-star meal.

"is it good?"

"mmf. It's fine."

"Whatever you say, you seem to be enjoy-" he was cut off by the door slamming open.

"I'm heading home, darling." Scaramouche slowly turned to Dottoro, hair wet, smiling down at him.

"Stop fucking calling me that. and I don't care, do what you want."

"Uh-huh. That's not the bratty attitude I remember last night, when you were begging for my-"

"Get out!" Scaramouche screeched, throwing dottoro's own shirt at him.

"Of course, right away sir." He said, sarcastically. Before leaving he added a snarky comment. "And it was a delight meeting you, childe! I bet you wish you were me, huh?"

and with that, he left.

dottoro can sometimes be more annoying then childe.

"fucking asshole." scaramouche heard, it was a breathy whisper, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear it. He wasn't even sure if he heard it right.