"The one you used to love" // AU!Scaramouche X Reader

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December 31st, a snowy and cold Snezhnayan winter, harsher than usual.
Y/N was rushing to Scaramouche's office; it was only getting colder and harsher and he needed to come home as soon as possible before the snow blocked the roads.

As you reach his office labeled "Number six: The Balladeer" you see his boss, Tsaritsa, coming out of his office. Perhaps it was an emergency? Afterall, she wouldn't go into his office without a reason, she'd just arrange a meeting in the conference room, right? As Y/N was passing by her, they could've sworn her bright crimson lipstick wore more than the usual smudge, however it could've just been imagination.
Y/N entered Scaramouche's office and he was adjusting his tie. Y/N's eyes immediately wandered to his lips, which had a more vibrant redness than usual, perhaps extra lipgloss? He did love to put some make up on, afterall.

He cleared his throat.

"What do you need, my love?"

"Scara... It's getting really bad outside, it's perhaps time you come home, don't you think? The food on the table's gone cold from the wait, too..."

Scaramouche looked at the clock on his wall and his eyes widened a bit, realizing the time.

"I am so sorry, my dear. I've gotten so wrapped up in my work I did not even realize the time"

As Y/N gave him a small nod, they walk forwards to his desk space and carefully took him by the wrist. It was so gentle it was as if he was a porcelain doll that needed to be taken care of.

As they both reached Y/N's car, Y/N's mind started wandering; why has their beloved husband started being late, all of a sudden? Perhaps extra paperwork? More meetings to attend to? A smaller budget to work with? Or was it something else?

"Are you okay, dear?"

Both hands on the steering wheel, Y/N snapped back to reality.

"Oh, yeah. I was just wondering what I should cook next for dinner."

Scaramouche let out a giggle

"Ah, my precious wife being as thoughtful as ever." He sighed out.

The snow thickened a lot while the two were on the road, however it was not impossible to drive through.
When both arrived home, Scaramouche was the first to get out of the car and with the spare house key he had, he unlocked the door for Y/N and held it open, such a gentleman, was he not?

After a long day, both have managed to dine in each other's comfort once more.