Daughter Of A Cop || Scaramouche x Fem!reader

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Third person pov:

There you were, casually minding your business in your fathers station. He was a police officer, an interesting job per-say. Sometimes you go chill in the station with him, nothing else to do after all.

You see as people all ages enter and exit the place, he normally works in the station meaning the people that are kept here are normally only for a night or two, normally waiting for someone to come get their misfit of a child.

Half of the time its teenagers coming in after rebelling against their parents. Mommy said no to buying battle pass? Time to set the forest on fire! Which then ended up with some whiny pubescent kid crying behind bars until they get picked up.

The cell was old and grungy, the toilet didn't work, the bed was just a mattress placed on the floor, covered in brown stains of who knows what. The paint was chipped or little to non-existent. Honestly you hated the cell, it brought no life at all. This whole station felt so dead.

A few times a few older people would come in, often men. Sometimes if you were in view you'd get the occasional cat call, your dad would bonk them on the head with that weird bat thingy police officers carried around.

You hated cat calls from older men. It was so weird, they were gross. Sure you were legal but the oldest you would date is 22. Maybe 23 if they're hot.

"You need to get a job soon, y/n." Your father started as he leaned back in his seat, picking up the coffee he had been sipping on for the past hour, taking another sip.

You let out a slight sigh, ready to hear the same conversation for the fourth time this week. "Yeah, i know. I'll work on it soon." You said, trying to end the conversation there.

"Why don't you become a lawyer like your mother?" He asked as he looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. He always put your mother on a pedestal, maybe it was because he was married to her, or maybe it was because he just wanted what was best for you.

If he truly wanted what was best for you he would support what career path you would pick, but everything you've mentioned was always shot down. He claimed if you would want to support your family in the future you'll need a good paying job.

It was pointless arguing with him, his mind was set in stone. He wanted you to be exactly like your mother. But you don't even plan on having kids, you were planning on just living in some shitty apartment by yourself, maybe have a roommate or something.

You stopped replying, causing there to be an awkward tension lingering in the room. Thank god the doors opened when they did.

In came two of your fathers co-workers, Jerry and Marvin. Pushed in front of them was a purpled haired male with his hands behind his back. He had a black hoodie on, paired with black baggy jeans. You looked him up and down for a moment, he didn't seem much older than you were.

He lifted his head a bit, revealing his face. You noticed snake bites pierced into his lips, god you love men with piercings. He seemed to be wearing rings as well, god did he even exist?

What are the chances of your exact type walking into your father's station?

"What's he in for?" Your father spoke

"Stole ten bucks from some kid." Jerry spoke as he shrugged.

Your father sighs at the lack of conflict and just nods towards the cellar door. "Put him in."

And so they did.

The three of them had left into the main area, giving you the perfect chance to smooth talk your way into his life.

"Heyy, whats your name?" You asked, leaning against the wall next to the cellar, just so he couldn't see your face.

"Scaramouche. Why are you talking to me?"

"Because you're interesting."

"Okay? Aren't you gonna get in trouble with your daddy, princess?" The male asked, walking closer towards the cellar bars to talk more.

"Maybe. Say, do you wanna get out of here?" You asked, turning to face him. A small grin tugged at his lips as he watched you jingle the keys in front of his face.

"Hell yeah i do, sweetheart."