Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

This Silent Night

You leaned in swiftly, and gently pressed your lips against his soft ones.

The realisation hit you as soon as you did it. As soon as you kissed him.

You didn't want to face him, you didn't know how to. So you didn't. You didn't pull away, instead wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

What made the panic worse was the fact that he wasn't kissing back. He sort of just let it happen, letting you do the work.

Unfortunately for you, you needed oxygen to survive; hence you had to pull away. You were much too afraid to witness his reaction to speak, so you kept your mouth shut.

"What? Why did you do that?! Huh?" It seemed like he was genuinely asking, he didn't seem angry, simply confused.

"Are you really asking...? Did you not like it?" You yourself asked the same question as Scaramouche did: why? You'd always yearn for him, and his attention. Did you have feelings you were oblivious to? Does it matter? All that you know now is that you want him.

"What? I-I don't know!" He ran a hand through his dark locks in frustration, he'd never received affection, most especially a kiss.

"Just stay away from me. It was a mistake allowing myself to ever interact with you in the first place." He said firmly.

Why should he trust another person when he'd done so multiple times, each resulting in unbearable betrayal and abandonment. He was better off alone, no one deserves to deal with the nuisance that he is anyway.

"Please, don't." You spoke barely above a whisper. The full impact of the situation hadn't settled yet. You were determined, he had to hear you out.

He only scoffed in response and fled the room.

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It had been god knows how long since you two last spoke, you never bothered to count. It was excruciatingly humiliating, laying your feelings out on a silver platter only for him to throw it in your face. Why was he so stubborn?

He would dodge you every time the pair of you were in the teapot together, and eventually had abandoned the abode altogether. What you didn't know, was that he kept watch over you. He himself didn't know why, but he did so anyway.

"Y/n?"

......

"Y/n!"

"Ah- sorry! What were you saying?" You'd finally snapped out of your trance due to the constant yelling of the blonde in-front of you.

"Am I that bad a host? Not interesting enough for you?!" He whined.

"Don't take it so personally, Kaveh." You fiddled with the wine glass, watching the deep red liquid swish and whirl around.

"Whatever. Let me get you a refill!" He said cheerfully. How odd, his mood changed instantaneously.

"Isn't this Al Haithams wine? Maybe we should leave some for him." You chuckled.

"His money, my wine." He smiled tiredly as he poured the Pinot noir into both of your dainty glasses.

The place was a mess. Papers filled with sketches of architecture were scattered everywhere, books upon books stacked upon each-other.