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You knew better than this right?
You had watched the Fatui since they made their presence known in Mondstadt, just by walking through the town as normal folk. Your heart told you to not trust them when Harbinger Signora took Venti’s gnosis. Your weapon automatically summoned when a Skirmisher was in your sight. You lunged at them without a second thought.
You were supposed to hate them. You were supposed to not trust their sweet words and too good to be true bargains. Jean told you herself. They weren’t very nice to you anyways.
Then Childe came. Despite his constant lust to fight anything that moved, you saw a softer side to him. Childe was a human too, with a family. With a sweet little brother named Teucer; young, innocent Teucer. You saw Childe’s efforts to keep him out of danger, going beyond his limits to keep his mind young and childlike. His threats to beat you in a fight turned playful with every meeting. You liked him. You trusted him. He trusted you. Despite the events in Liyue, despite it all, you came around.
Childe was different.
Was his honeyed words so enticing you followed him carelessly, every inch of your body on guard as he took you to a secluded spot in the middle of the night, a scenario so obvious that someone like you shouldn’t have fallen into his trap? You knew this is how Fatui get their way, you’ve seen it more times than you can count, so why, why, did you let him have his way with you, pressed against a tree and lips trailing every where he could reach? Was this Harbinger, tangling his fingers in your hair, different too?
...Of course not.
This was just another one of his tricks to get you to listen, to put you under his control. Like how he tricked you when you first met. You’d probably be dead if not for Mona. No one was here. You can still get out while you can.
But you don’t want to.
The feeling of his lips on yours was addicting. Even if you pulled away now, you knew you’d regret it. Your body was warm despite the cool night but you didn’t care about that. There was one thing on your mind and it was to get as close to Scaramouche as you could, as much as the moment allowed.
You pulled him closer to your form, deepening the kiss and pulling a grunt out of him. Scaramouche bit your bottom lip as a warning. The sudden bite made you gasp and you finally breathed after what felt like hours of getting your breath constantly stolen. You rested your head on his shoulder, suddenly aware of how vulnerable and tired you were.
What was about him? How could he so easily charm you like this, into letting him have his way with you? How embarrassing...
How exciting.
“Getting tired, are we?” You shook you head quickly. It was obvious so, but you didn’t want to let him go just yet.
“So strong, are you?” As the words left his mouth, his fingers trailed up your arm, lifting up and pinning it against the tree you leant upon. Two fingers pressed against your palm and slid up once more, squeezing in between your fingers to keep your hand there. His other hand positioned itself under your chin, thumping pulling your head up to look at him directly. You looked pathetic in the reflection of his eyes. “Are you that desperate for me? You do remember who I am, right?”
Of course you did. You hated the fact that you were making out with a Harbinger, one who was out to kill you at that. No, he wouldn’t kill you here. Not yet, at least.
His face was so close to yours, every movement made you believe he’d finally kiss you again, then he’d chuckle at your desperation to chase the high.
Damn him. Damn him and his silver tongue.
The hand that held your chin let go and trailed back up the side of your head, turning it to the side for more access. He kissed along your jaw softly and quickly, hinting that your little session here was ending.
“It’s been fun but best you get going. You wouldn’t want to get in trouble with your friends, right?” Ah, right. You didn’t know the exact time but it was clear you’d have to get back to your camp before Paimon woke up, otherwise, you’d get more of an earful than usual.
You nodded and he pulled away, stepping to the side to let you through, a smug grin planted in his face. Right as you were about to start walking away, Scaramouche pulled you back towards him, leaning into your ear and whispering, “Meet me at Wolvendom tomorrow night if you’d like to continue. Don’t keep me waiting or I won’t play so kindly with you.” One hand squeezed your waist playfully before letting go, his presence disappearing behind you and into the woods.
You leaned against the tree, blush creeping up on your cheeks as you touched everywhere he touched, the remaining essence of his warmth being replaced with your own with every touch.
A sudden thought struck you: was that why he was so gentle? What was he like when he was serious? Now you were too curious not to go. He knew what he was doing. He knew damn well. If he wanted to play, then you wouldn’t lose so easily like today.