random scaramouche x aether smut stories

idk what to name this is the start of things (sfw)

Traveler turned the corner, and ended up in a large- empty room, with mist surrounding him.

Aether drew out his sword when suddenly, hidden doors in the empty room shut loud and tightly. He gasped and turned everywhere as he could hear footsteps echo through the room.

As a small, recognisable figure starts to show up, the mist ceases to persist.

"Well, well, well... looks like you actually came." Scaramouche said in amusement. "What do you want?" Aether said with a stern voice.

"Now now, Traveler.. you seem nervous." He chuckled, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you, or kill you. And for your information, I wasn't going to kill you that day either.. I was simply- following orders." Scaramouche smiled.

Aether furrowed his brows, weapon still drawn. "Then why did you ask of me. Following orders now?"

Scaramouche's smile dropped. "Aha... haha... hahahahaha!" he put his hand on his stomach and laughed. "Is that what you think this is? Of course not! ...if I following orders, maybe I would've killed you right about now.. though, even if it was an order, I probably wouldn't do it anyways." Scaramouche mumbled as he said the last sentence.

He slowly walked towards Aether, closer, and closer, backing Traveler up into a wall. "T-then... why did you bring me here?" .. Scaramouche let out a dry chuckle. "If you want to know so badly, lower your weapon."

Aether looked at him angrily, and persisted, still held his weapon up and tightly. Scaramouche slowly walked closer to Aether, almost touching his sword.

But, as Scaramouche came closer, Aether lowered his sword slowly, at the same time.

"Ah, so you do follow me. What? I thought you wanted me dead." Aether was flustered. His face going red, though that happened everytime he thought of Scaramouche, he never knew why. Perhaps this is the reason one why it seems that Aether always wants him dead.

"You know you can drop your weapon. You don't have to keep pretending like you actually want me dead. You're getting all worked up over nothing."
Those words... they always drove Aether insane by just thinking about them. But hearing them again...

Aether lowered his weapon completely. Still firmly holding it in one hand. Scaramouche lightly lifted up Aethers chin. "What game are you playing, balladeer?"... Scaramouche chuckled, "A game where my prize.... is you."

Aethers face rested completely, eyes slightly widened in shock. He never would've known that Scaramouche, a harbinger, out of all people would want him.

Before Aether could fully comprehend what was happening, Scaramouches lips were suddenly on his.

And, oddly enough, it actually felt nice.
Considering its the 6th fatui harbinger, Aether hadn't expected a kiss from him would be so... wonderful..

Aether then dropped his weapon, as Scaramouche cupped both of his cheeks. It seems like Aether accepted the kiss pretty quickly.

Aether pulled the harbinger closer to him, and played with his hair as their tongues hungrily intertwined with one another. Is this it? Is this what Aether truly felt about Scaramouche?

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mentally prepare yourselves for the next chapter
its my first time writing smut actually so i apologize if its bad LMAO
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