Dirty, Little, Traitor [Scaramouche x Reader] Genshin Impact

The Scaramouche That Loved You (PART III)

"I don't want to die."

The Tsaritsa only caressed the crown of your head, quieting you with gentle shushes and an icy smile.

"I don't want to die." You repeated and your Vision gleamed.

"Rest now."

How could you rest without uncovering the whole truth about your past? This must be some cruel game for the Archons' twisted entertainment.

So, it turned out that you had to take matters into your own hands. After all, you were left here, in the Jade Chamber, in this golden room slowly bleeding to death - why wouldn't you be desperate for some sort of explanation?

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Much to your morbid curiosity, the memory shifted and you found yourself eagerly awaiting an explanation of what had just occurred. Unfolding this forgotten moment was probably more damaging to your mental health than it was when you got your memories wiped in the first place.

But as they say; when curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.

You were sitting at your desk. Your desk. The very desk where you have been doing a good portion of your secretary duties while in one of the many Snezhnayan military bases. There was a bit of humour about the fact that your own brain censored secret information from yourself.

There may have been a part of you that enjoyed office work. There was a little bit of mild amusement when you stamped countless pages of debt collections, receipts, and requisitions. Hell, even fighting with the jamming printer was enough entertainment for you.

Seeing how much power you had with a simple signature was so interesting. Whatever paper, letter, or order you signed, it seemed like the people receiving it jumped to work like a fire was lit under them. All the more when you signed your name beside the Balladeer's, recipients have nearly passed away at the mere sight of it.

You learnt plenty from working in this mundane office job, dare you say, it made you have an appreciation for nine-to-five shifts.

It wasn't unusual for Scaramouche to suddenly barge into your office, he was the only one who did it after all. Your office seemed to be some sort of safe space for him. Though it was neighbouring his own Harbinger office with only a connecting door separating them, Scaramouche always entered using the hallway door.

Now this was familiar, he stormed into the room with his fingers pressed against his shut eyes. Your assumption: he probably got into a mild disagreement with either an incompetent soldier or with a fellow Harbinger (probably Childe) and he came looking for comfort or maybe someone to console him. Someone to tell him that he was right, they were wrong, and that I will still be your secretary.

Isn't that what secretaries are for?

"Is something the matter, my Lord Scaramouche?"

"Oh, [Y/N], you're here."

"In my office. Yes."

It has been a few days since the incident after your training session. It was unknown to you why you were labelling it as the incident when in fact it was a kiss a certain Harbinger reacted pretty badly to. You grew to put what happened aside in order to focus on your work. As you said before, it wasn't something that could kill you.

No matter how awful it felt.

Scaramouche must have been trying his best to do the same thing, separating work from pleasure should come off as easy. But being alone with him like this, in your office like old times, made the thought flicker in your mind once again.