Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

Rythym

Realised how short my chapters are 💀 now my goal is 1.2k+ per chapter okays I promise ‼️‼️

Also might make y/n more bold 💋
Not proofread
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Light seeped through the cracks of the hut, you drowsily opened your eyes to the suffocating feeling of something heavy stop you. You were lying flat on your stomach, and Scaramouche was using you as his mattress. He had no shame, lying comfortably with his limbs sprawled out.

You hugged and tried to get up, alas, he wouldn't budge. You used force to lunge him off you, and that's when he finally awoke.

"The hell?" He scoffed and got up, dusting off his clothing.

"Tch..my back.." you groaned, then stretched.

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You and Scaramouche were roaming simply roaming around, and the muscles in your calves were killing you, which made you walk slower and groan a lot. It was obviously irking Scaramouche, as he had a scowl on his face and he kept side eyeing you.

Suddenly, he'd stopped walking, which made you curious and stop as well. You gasped when you were lifted into his arms, a slight blush forming on your cheeks.

"What are you- what are you doing?" you were now high up in the air, the cool breeze flowing through your hair.

"Relax. This is better than walking." He held you tighter when he saw how you were a little hesitant.

"Thanks.."

He was carrying you bridal style, gliding through the air. This was quite tiring for him, but he thought it was worth it when he heard your giggles of happiness.

"Woah-! Slow down!" You gripped onto him tightly, his pace was starting to terrify you.

That only encouraged him to go faster, earning small shrieks from you. Soon enough, the fear subsided and turned into pure excitement. You loosened your grip on him and relaxed your tense frame, letting him do the work. He wore the faintest smile on his lips, and instead of focusing on the breathtaking view, you focused on the real view. Him. His hair that perfectly framed his face was now flowing, his rosy lips were upturned and slightly agape, his cheeks were tinted pink, and he finally looked more relaxed.

He noticed your lingering stare, and locked eyes with you.

"What?" He chuckled.

Seeing him relaxed, and especially around you made you feel warm inside. You didn't want the moment to end.

"Nothing, you just look good." You said with a sly smirk, then averting your gaze back down to the trees and greenery below you.

That caught him off guard, blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Are you mocking me?" He scoffed. You were about to reply when something caught your attention. Down on the ground, there was a crown of people, although it wasn't all so crowded, it was certainly enough to make you curious as to what was going on.

"Hey, look, what's going on?" You inquired, peering down at the commotion below you.

"What does it matter?"

"Look! There's music! Look at the guy with the the harp!" The more you looked the more you were intrigued, looks like people were gathered around a band.

Scaramouche didn't understand why you wanted to check this thing out so bad, but he swiftly lowered the both of you onto the ground anyway. He let you go, which made you feel a little empty now that you were out of his arms, but you ran to check out what was going on, and he followed suit.

The sounds of an extravagant and upbeat melody filled your ears, some people in the crowd just watched while others danced.

When you and Aether foresaw Scaramouche's past, back when he was scheming to transcend into a god, you learned that Scaramouche had acquired many abilities and talents. Dancing was one of them, among others.

Knowing that made you glare at him with a mischievous look in your eyes. He looked back at you and quirked a brow, confused as to why you were giving him such a look.

"What are you plotting? I'm not letting you rob something, there are too many witnesses." He lectured

"What?! No, I wanna dance!" You questioned his line of thinking but dismissed your thoughts as it was him, after all.

"Okay." He stated. Averting his gaze and crossing his arms over his chest

He was seriously clueless.

"With you." You spoke up.

He looked back at you with an offended look, as if you'd just killed his family. (Not that he has one)

"I have no need for foolish mortal traditions." he placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh, so you're scared." You nodded your head. "I see, I didn't take you for the cowardly type, but if that's what you're like then what can I do."

He grit his teeth, "Scared? Me? Are you an idiot? Fine. Since you're so persistent. I'll show you scared."

That obviously hurt his ego.

He shifted around awkwardly, not knowing how to initiate this dance. However, the sight of multiple people cheering and dancing along calmed his nerves a bit.

You extended your hand for him to take, however he completely ignored it and went straight for your waist. his slim fingers wrapped around your waist, and you slowly put your hands on his shoulders.

"Do you know how to dance, or are you going to make a fool of us?" He now seemed confident, like he was challenging you.

"I know some things. I'll just follow your lead, then."

The melodies that this specific band was playing were all lively and upbeat, so naturally, the dance was going to be fast and sharp.

Scaramouche held your waist firmly, and with the music he lifted you off the ground and spun you both around. You didn't really know what to expect so you just went with it. He then took several quick steps forward, pushing you with him, so you were walking backwards. He did the same thing with him pacing backwards, and you forwards. The music was getting faster and faster, signalling it was getting towards its grand finale, he took notice of this and let go of you, stepping right beside you. You knew what he was going for, he wanted to dip you. he spun you towards him and held your waist, dipping you low towards the ground, he held your leg extended into the air, and he leaned down with you. The music finally finished with the both of you, and he held you in position.

His face was inches away from yours, making your heart pound. You wanted to slide a hand into his hair, you wanted to pull him even closer. He was looking directly into your eyes, wearing an unreadable expression. He carefully lifted you up, his hands travelling back to your waist.

Soft and slow music started to play, contrasting the previous rhythms. He slowly swayed the both of you side to side, not doing much movement.

You snaked your arms around his neck, you could tell he was embarrassed, his cheeks were flushed, and he'd been looking around frantically.

"You're really good. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting that." You compliment, wanting him to loosen up as well.

"I usually danced to gentle music like this, and alone, too. But that was.. fun."

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Hoping the dance scene wasn't too complicated.
Yay
Word count: 1226