Pest Like Hat Jingles? (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 23: Fake it til you make it

Summary: You and Childe share some breakfast dinner pancakes and talk for just a moment. It's not the only moment you two share that night

Scaramouche has his own little moment with himself

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Childe sat another plate of pancakes in front of you and you drooled over them. The last time he had made you pancakes is when Scaramouche was being a absolute dick and you weren't able to enjoy them. Now you could enjoy their amazing smell and taste all at once for as long as you wanted

"That's your third plate girlie," Childe laughed and pointed the spatula at your direction once back in the kitchen "I would love to finish up and eat myself ya know?"

Snapping out of your trance you shook your head "Oh Sorry Childe! This will be my last plate I promise! Join me at the table."

The Harbinger laughed a small laugh "I would love to, thank you very much. I enjoy making you pancakes but my goodness You must enjoy eating them more. It's impressive."

Laughing you covered your mouth and tried not to choke. Childe sat down next to you at the table and smiled himself, how wonderful your laugh could be. He had never truly heard it as the only times he was ever really around you was with Scaramouche himself. You on the other hand were surprised he sat next to you, Scaramouche hardly ever did that willingly. You were noticing some differences between the Harbingers, Childe genuinely enjoyed your company. Scaramouche on the other hand merely "enjoyed" it just because it was there, he didn't care if you really interacted with him. How could two faced assholes be so alike yet so different?

Childe forked a bit of pancake into his mouth and eyed you scarf down your third and hopefully last pancake. He was quite comfortable now and hoped to enjoy his while sitting, but maybe. Maybe if you wanted a fourth he would get up and tell you his secret recipe. Maybe he would teach you every step

"What do you put in these to make them so good Childe?" You hummed and pointed your fork at him. Speak of the devil. Winking he used his fork to push yours down back towards your own plate.

"Sorry girlie, that's for me to know only. But I'm glad you enjoy them!"

He said maybe, not definitely.

After some time you both had finished the breakfast dinner and you held your stomach. "I think I have a small food baby!" You laughed and Childe rose from his seat to grab your plate and stacked it on top of his. Smiling at you with those bright blue eyes of his

"As long as that's the only baby you have comrade, Scaramouche would make a horrible father-" he stopped himself at his names mention. Right you were still hurting whoops

When you noticed his silence you smiled "Don't lose your smile Childe, you look nice with it."

Childe used his free hand to push back some of ginger hair where it was longer and poofier to calm it down "Why thank you~" he teased and headed towards the sink with the dirty plates and started to wash them almost immediately.

Rising from your seat you held out your hand "Whoa whoa Childe I can wash them! You cooked already!"

The ginger nudged you with his elbow when you tried to grab his arm to stop him. He was surprisingly well built

"No no it's fine! Trust me Y/N with all my siblings back home this is nothing, but you can dry them if you'd like."

Narrowing your eyes you sighed in defeat "Fine deal. Next time I'm washing dishes though."

When Childe had handed you the last plate within the sink you dried it with ease, the towel in your hand was starting to become a little damp. But no worries, you both were done anyway.