A Harbinger's Accomplice - Scaramouche x (fem) Reader

𖤐 A Ship Ride to Snezhnaya: pt 2 𖤐

⚠ Warning! There's minor smut in this chapter.

After waiting for several minutes, Scara's ready, and he knocks on the door of my quarters. I answer it, greeting him with a smile, and stepping out. We walk past the other quarters, down to the end of the sleeping area, and towards a large room under the deck, the bar.

In the bar, I walk over to the bar and order a Sweet Madame from the barista, while Scaramouche sits next to me. The room is bustling, a chatter filling my ears as drinks and plated clink together and stools drag on the ground. The barista disappears behind two swinging doors, and reappears a few minutes later with my food. I eat it ravenously, finishing it quickly. Once I'm done, I wave over the barista again.

"Two shots for both of us. Nothing boring, surprise us." I say to her, and she nods, taking away the dirty plates.

"Why'd you order two for me?" The Balladeer asks.

"To celebrate! We finished a mission, even though I got hurt, and it was kinda a disaster!" I smile cheerfully at him.

"...Right. Well, I don't do alcohol, so it looks like all four are for you."

"Aww, please...it's only two! It's not like you'll die!" I beg, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"...No."

"I'll give you a little kissy on your nosie if you do~" I offer, looking up to him.

"Stop talking like that."

"Fine. But that doesn't sound like a no!"

"Whatever. Not my nose." He grumbles, leaning in and tapping his cheek.

I giggle, and lean forward, kissing his cheek. He rolls his eyes and looks away, blushing again. The barista comes out with four shots of a light blue, bubbling drink. Each glass has a red cherry at the bottom, and I pick one out and eat it. It's sour, and somewhat bitter, so I swallow it quickly.

"Ew, the cherry's gross. It's super bitter." I mumble to Scara as the barista walks away.

"Watch out, the drink's strong!" The barista says, laughing, and returns to her spot behind the bar.

Scara smiles to her in acknowledgement, then takes one of his own cherries and eats it. He pauses, chewing it, then smiles a little, enjoying the bitter and sour flavor.

I pick up one of the shots, smiling at Scaramouche. He groans, and picks up one himself. I clink my glass against his, then we both tip our heads back and take the shots. The drink is bitter, like the cherry at the bottom. It's like a kick in the teeth, almost making me gag, but it bubbled up after a moment, slowly turning into a sweet, smooth nectar. I smile, putting my glass down and picking up the second. Scara shakes his head, making a face at the sweet drink. I laugh at him, putting the second shot glass down.

"Haha! I swear, you just hate fun...how can you dislike everything sweet?" I ask, a slight blush forming on my cheeks, as well as his- likely an effect of the alcohol.

"Bleh...it's gross." He mumbles, looking over at me, his head propped up on his hand.

"C'moooonnnnn, you've still got another shot to take!"

"I don't want another shot..." He grumbles. "I'll have half of it, only because I'm feeling generous." He says, lifting his glass.

"Fine..." I lift my own glass, and we both drink for the second time. As promised, he has half, and I finish mine. I get another kick from the bitter taste, but relax again as it becomes sweet on my tongue. Scara pushes his glass away, yawning. I glance down at it, and pick it up as he yawns. I swirl it around for a moment, then sip the rest. I see him freeze.

"...Y-you..that... EW! That was in my mouth!" He says, his blush getting brighter, and from the heat in my cheeks, I assume mine has too.

"Still tastes good though. Mmm..."

"Hey- you took my cherry! You hate those anyway, ad I like them!" He says, pouting a bit, clearly not thinking quite the same due to the alcohol. I roll my eyes.

"You want it?" I ask him, looking across the small table at him.

"Yeah, but now you ate it!" He scowls, crossing his arms.

"Come here." I mumble, beckoning him closer.

"...?" He leans forwards, looking confused. I pop the cherry between my teeth, looking up at him, slightly dizzy. "You've got it in your mouth?!" He asks, his tone bordering between relieved and disgusted.

"Yup.. want it?" I ask with a little wink, unable to think straight.

"I..." He pauses, thinking. "Okay." He leans forward, holding out his hand, but I grab his collar, pulling him closer and kissing him. I smirk, pushing the cherry into his mouth. His eyes widen more then they ever have before, and he freezes, not pulling away.

"Mm..." I mumble as my tongue meets his, his lips moving against mine as we kiss. I pull away after a moment, wiping my lips with my thumb.

I stand up, turning towards the door, but my brain is still dizzy, and I stumble, my bad leg buckling under me. Scara grabs my arm and pulls me up, helping me out of the room, his cheeks still bright red. We walk back towards our temporary quarters, and he assists me into my room. He gently lays me down on my bed, then tries to stand back up, but I hold onto him and pull him down on top of me, this time his lips finding mine. He grabs onto my waist, one of his hands making its way under my shirt and against my bare skin. He pulls away briefly, looking down at me, panting, his skin slightly damp with sweat.

"I-I can't do this now...not like this. You're drunk, it's not...right." He murmurs, sounding more like he's trying to convince himself rather than me. I nod, letting my head drop back onto the pillow, my head spinning. He gets up, still slightly sweaty, his breathing heavy as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I lay on my bed, my breathing fast and hard, my head spinning until my eyes close, and I crash.

✧ Author's Note!!✧

heyyyy y'all so there was a lil spice in this one!! there was gonna be more (and there MIGHT be if I make a pt 3) but I decided not to overwrite again and end up having to split the chapter in half.

ANYWAY!!!!!!! if you liked this chapter, vote & comment!!! also enjoy the fic!!!