The Puppeteer's Puppet [Scaramouche x Reader]

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As if dealing with Signora stealing his spotlight wasn't enough, he had to walk behind you two. Hearing you giggle and laugh gleefully with her made his blood boil. And to top it off, he had to walk next to Dottore. Unfortunately for him, Childe and Yoimiya got along well. They were both talking about something archery related while he was stuck with a boogie man.

"So what are you gonna do now? Miss maleficent just stole your little toy away." Dottore said to Scaramouche.

"Don't call them a toy," Scaramouche murmured so Dottore wouldn't hear, but he did. He was taken aback by Scara's response but decided not to bring it up any further.

"What should we do now?" You asked the rest of the group.

"Hmm...Oh, look! There's a fortune teller booth! Why don't we check that out?" Childe suggested.

"Sure, why not?" Signora said.

The group entered the cramped booth and was met with a fairly young and gorgeous woman.

"Well hello there, sweets~" The teller greeted.

"Aren't these things usually run by grannies?" Dottore commented.

"Oh, how rude! I may seem young, but I am a master at my skills." The woman grinned. "You may call me Lady Mavine. I'm gonna need you all one at a time though. Privacy is a part of my business~"

"Well shit," Scaramouche said. "What do we-"

"ME FIRST!" Childe exclaimed. It didn't take a genius to know he was drooling over the Lady Mavine.

"....whore." Scaramouche said disgustedly before exiting the tent with the rest of the group.

A couple of minutes had gone by and the whole group had gone. Well, apart from you and Scaramouche. Scaramouche didn't care for any of this. He was only doing this so you'd forgive him. He wasn't genuinely having a good time with you, right? Hmm...

"So you gonna go next?" Scaramouche asked you.

"Yeah..I guess.." you responded nervously.

"...why do you always sound like that?"

"What-"

"You're so energetic with the rest of the group and like a total rock to me."

"I'm sorry..? I'm not sure what you want me to do. I've always spoken to you like this, why change now?"

"Well- I don't know! Just talk to me normally!"

"...so can I call you moochie like Childe?"

"I'll shove you in a box and ship you to pluto," Scaramouche said dead, making you laugh a little with his threat.

"Sure~ and who will do your homework then, huh?"

"Please, you can get Childe to do anything with enough titties around."

"Fair enough!" You laughed. Damn did he just make you laugh?....what are you doing to him, Y/N. Scaramouche smiled to himself while talking to you, until it was your turn to enter the booth.

Entering the booth, the woman greeted you with a warm but mischievous smile.

"Hello dear~ I assume you're next," She says.

"I guess so,"

"So, anything special going on in your life? Perhaps a special someone..?" She smirked.

"Eh, no. Not that I know of."

"Really? I figured you and that short boy were together, hm.."

"Oh, no! He's just...a friend I guess?" You responded a bit confused yourself. Were you two really friends? He'd always been mean to you, so would he even consider you a friend?

"I sense a tone of hesitation in your statement. Are you sure you're just friends?"

"I...I don't know, actually.."

"Well, not to worry! This is my job anyway~" she chuckled at you. "So tell me, why are you not sure?"

"Well...it's only recently that he started to actually feel like a friend..sort of." You thought back to the times Scaramouche had bullied you for little things. "He used to be really mean to me, sort of sadistic I guess? I don't know how to put it....he was really mean to be but he still cared for me.."

"I see."

"I'm not sure he's really confusing to understand. And if I'm being completely honest, he scares me a lot but then switches up and acts like a totally different person, hugging me and all! It's so confusing.." You sulked.

"Hmm...I have a suggestion." The lady said. "Why not...force it out of him?"

"What do you...E-EXCUSE ME?"

"Oh, not like that, pervert." She scoffed, "I mean, why don't you make him realize his feelings towards you."

"I don't follow..?"

"It is common knowledge that a person is more missed when driven from their dearests. If you can break that boy's facade, I think the answer will stare you straight in the face."

"Hmm...sorry...I still don't fo-" DING DING

"Whoop! Your time is up, deary~" The lady sang. Do come again, but I'm afraid I'm no longer available to you right now"

As you made your way out of the tent, you thought about her words. What could she mean by 'break his facade?' hmm....

"What'd she talk about?" Scaramouche interrupted your thoughts.

"Oh, nothing important. Just stuff, y'know?" You knew you didn't sound very convincing but you were more focused on how to see Scaramouche more than anything at the moment.

"Where did the others go?" You asked noticing that he was the only one out.

"All of them got tired of waiting." He said. "That ginger and the blondie went to go on more rides, and the bimbos went to make-out or something, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention."

"Wait, you...waited for me?"

"Listen, I only did it because I was not going to spend my time on some Thomas The Train ass rides, and hanging out with those self-entitled jerks seemed worse. Don't get your head filled with say shit."

"Ah- right.." you said, a bit sadly. "Well, do you wanna get some cotton candy? I saw a truck somewhere near."

"Fine," Scaramouche sighed heavily.

Making your way over to the truck, you couldn't help but notice the way Scaramouche kept near you the entire time. Before, he'd always leave you behind, walking really fast-paced. But this time, it seemed like he slowed down just to walk next to you. Weird...but why? Why was he like this? One second he wants you dead but the next he's like a puppy. There's definitely something up with him, but what..?

A/N: I forgot I had Wattpad. Or a book, for that matter.
Disclaimer: I don't ship Dottore x Signora, it was just for humorous purposes.