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OKAY SCARAMOUCHE BRAIN ROT TIME ‼️‼️‼️‼️

worked up | scaramouche

pairing: scaramouche/reader

warnings: suggestive content + very high tension LOL

word count: 0.6k !!

note: i’m ashamed of myself. i obviously am not immune to the scaramouche agenda. inspired by those voicelines of his from the snippet in the 2.1 stream ^^

summary: business discussions involving the harbingers are never ones you look forward to, though he never requests anyone other than you, his “favorite business associate”.

equally intimidating glares are exchanged from across the room, his jarring eyes boring holes into yours as both of you refuse to look elsewhere.

“barely two words in, and you already look like you want me dead.”

he crosses his leg over his thigh, positioning his elbows on his chair’s armrests. his hands raise in a mocking shrug gesture, and a smirk begins to adorn his features. archons, he even sits regally.

you don’t respond. you’d be playing right into his trap if you had, and you definitely don’t aim to give him more to work with. his stare is infuriating — it’s as though he’s talking down to you without even opening his mouth, and you knew that’s exactly the kind of feeling he was hoping to garner from you. the harbinger is crafty, arguably one of the best at his game, but you’ve learned how he operates.

information is what he wanted, and having personally dealt with the likes of him before, he specifically cornered you in hopes of gaining his intel. you had no intention of relinquishing anything to him, however, which he clearly was working on altering.

chimes along with calculated steps sound among linoleum flooring as he approaches. you couldn’t remember if you’d seen him get up, but that doesn’t exactly matter. he can’t actually be attempting to size you up like this.

a cup of your cheeks snaps your attention forward. of course it’s none other than him, and the temerity of his narrowed eyes on your small forced pout almost sends you flying. your hand immediately flies to grab his wrist and pull him off you, but you pause.

his hold on you softens as does his expression. it’s in an instant that he goes from a fierce grasp to delicate fingers tracing your cheeks. they glide down steadily, like he’d been engraving the feeling of your skin along his fingertips. stopping right at the tip of your chin, he nudges your head upwards as he pistons it between his index finger and thumb. your hand is still wrapped around his wrist, though it’s gone partially limp as you seem to be practically hypnotized by his work.

you cease in following his movements and instead meet his eyes, inwardly gasping at how loving they appear. you look up at him from your sitting position with nothing but conflict. what a good actor. that’s all this was, after all. he’s coaxing you into lowering your guard by toying with you as though you were a puppet. he couldn’t possibly believe that this was working.

however, your hand has still yet to pull him away.

“if you’re aware i’m toying with you, why have you not pushed me off?”

you’d be convinced that you’d imagined that if he hadn’t spared your eyes the questioning glance accompanying it. for him to voice the exact thought that’s just ran through your head was already dizzying, and his next move only made everything incredibly more confusing to decipher.

his thumb prods at your bottom lip, lightly pushing it around before holding it down with the same intricacy so that your top teeth were barely visible. the act causes your heartbeat to quicken, whether it be in anger or due to being flustered is something you’re too frenzied to differentiate.

“look at you. you’re getting all worked up over nothing.”

you let out an aggrieved hum at the slow return of his teasing smirk, but when you finally move to yank his arm away, he’s quick to act.

inches apart are the two of you, his lips ghosting over yours as his opposite hand now rests behind your head. whatever “business” he’d originally come to conduct is long forgotten as your flushed lips collide. he moves with undeniable precision, as though he’d been anticipating this for a while, and though your mind runs rampant about colluding with an executive officer, all you can manage to do in the moment is pull him impossibly closer.