Scaramouche Will You Do The Fandango? - Blog Posts

💜Scaramouche x Reader💜

A/N: This is a second part to the one I wrote before. You can read the first part here "💜💜". I'm sorry it took too long, I've been busy on school works. Anyway, hope you have a good day and enjoy reading.

Like the first one, there might be some curse words here 'cause again, it's Scaramouche.

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Scaramouche isn’t kind. It’s an obvious observation everyone can deduce if they can’t be fooled that easily. He’s an embodiment of manipulation, in your opinion. You saw how his tactics work every now and then. Putting a mask of a friendly smile and nice words before turning into a venom that traps the prey. Without even knowing, he would slowly devour the knowledge of the prey or worst, even its life.

Every low rank Fatui members are scared of him. You always notice how they immediately fix their posture every time Scaramouche passed by them. It’s almost like they’re hugging themselves to shrink, afraid that one wrong move would send them to the jaws of death. You can’t blame them, not when you saw how cruel and cold his eyes look every time, he looked at them.

So why?

Why did you put yourself into such thing?

A frustrated groan left your mouth as you slumped on your chair. It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you said those words to him and it’s the last time you saw him too. Though you don’t know if it’s just coincidence but after submitting those files, the Tsaritsa tasked you to a mission to visit the city and look for some people. It’s an easy work, as you found all of them in just a day and a half. But once you’re back, you never crossed path with Scaramouche again.

Until you learned he was also sent into a mission in Liyue. You deduced that it might be because of how the Tianquan of Qixing, also known as Lady Ningguang, is tightening their guard against the Fatui and investigating every Fatui business in their land.

In all honesty, you’re quite relief he’s not around since you didn’t quite plan what would happen next or the conversation after that. But still, you’re quite disappointed upon not seeing the outcome yet. Even after knowing Scaramouche, you can’t say for certain what would he say the next time you meet. Will the two of you talked about it? Or pretend it never did happen?

You sighed, your eyes landing on the clock. It was already past dinner time. You started fixing your table and organizing the files you've done for today. It's already late and you know how colder it is during night in Snezhnaya.

You shivered as you exit the headquarters. Mentally cursing yourself for not noticing the time. You can hear the whispers of the wind and the noise of the city as you walk, looking for a food to eat. You need something hot to control the temperature of your body or else you might find yourself sick the next morning. It's always better to be safe.

You ended up in a small inn that sells some hot soup. It somehow helped you calm your shivers a bit. It has a mild taste, the meat in the soup filling up your stomach.

"Travelling to Liyue is such a pain in the ass, you have no idea how many troubles I've encountered."

You blinked as soon as you heard his voice, stopping in action. You almost thought you're hearing things until he took a seat in front of you. His bored eyes met yours, eyebrows raising in question on how you stare at him.

"You're back."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, finally. Two weeks felt so fucking long."

You wanted to agree but you keep it for yourself in the meantime. You just hum in response, signaling him that you're listening.

"It's kind of late for dinner. Did you forget to eat again?" He questioned, his eyes fixating on the soup.

You wipe your lips, "You know me too much."

He scoffed. "Of course, I do, you're the most tolerable harbinger."

A smile formed your lips. "I wish I could say the same with you."

"No need to remind me. I know myself and if you're trying to piss me off, not a good time." He clicked his tongue, leaning in a chair with crossed arms. "We need to continue the conversation we had two weeks ago."

You coughed. "Sorry, uh, so how are we...?"

"How are we? I don't know Y/n. What do you think?"

"What do you mean 'what I think'?"

"It's your fault, you didn't even bother to wait for my reply. What kind of person is that? Confessing then leaving immediately?"

"I don't want an awkward silence after that!"

"An awkward silence? You didn't even give me a chance to talk."

"I'm nervous, okay? Don't scold me and just give your reply, goodness."

You took a deep breathe, trying to regain your posture. When you looked at him again, his eyes look amused. A small smile on his lips as he stared at you.

"What?"

"Did it bother you?" He questioned.

"What are you on-"

"Did the thoughts of 'I wonder what Scaramouche would reply' bother you so much? You even need to wait for two weeks, I bet that's the reason you're late for dinner."

You didn't answer. Now, you wanted to go out for some cold air. The burning sensation in your cheeks triggers the feeling of flying butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckled, "Wow, Y/n is getting trapped right now."

"I hope you'll have too much in your plate, you won't even leave the office."

He hummed. "If that's the case, how are we going to set the date then?"

"Date?"

He cringed. "Ew, did that word really just came out of my mouth?"

You laughed. "You said it yourself."

He sighed, “I can say it's fair then."

"What's fair?"

"You also make me do unfitting things, not for a harbinger, I don't give a fuck about that. It's just unfitting for me," he explained.

You nodded. "I can see that."

"Good. Now, let's leave this place. I still need to go back to the headquarters to send my reports. Go with me."

You scoffed. "I just got out-"

"Just join me, brat. It won't take that long," he insisted.

You sighed as you watched him stand up and leave the inn. Scaramouche will always be 'the balladeer'. Although, that's the first nickname he called you. It's nothing sweet but for some reason it made you happy inside. Maybe it's also because you're expecting something like this.

As the both of you head back to the headquarters, the same whirling sounds of cold wind surrounds both of you. The dancing of snowflakes all around, surrounding every area possible. It's the same but a little different. It's not that cold anymore, not when he’s here. His presence somewhat warming you and the sound of the tinkling bells in his hat makes you feel safe and comfortable.

Before you know it, you found yourself hiding a smile but if you looked at your side that time, you probably should’ve known that it’s not just you. A small smile is also plastered in his lips, hiding beneath the shade of his hat.

💜Scaramouche x Reader💜

A/N: This is an idea that suddenly popped out of my mind so I decided to write it. The reader is gender-neutral and this is a fluff. Enjoy reading and have a nice day!

Oh and there are some curse words cause it's Scara.

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Being a harbinger is something you can’t be fully proud of. At least, that’s how you feel upon staring at the badge the Tsaritsa gave you. But you don’t really have a choice, you can’t just pass an opportunity of making your life a bit easier. Even if you try to deny the offer, your head would be a target for the Fatui. Surviving in the cold weather of Snezhnaya is already a pain in the back, you don’t want to make it worse.

Your job as a harbinger is really simple. You seldom cut someone’s throat as you’re more often assigned in “gathering information from the inside” type of missions. When it comes to highly secured territories, you’re the one to take the lead. You don’t need assistance or anything as you mostly take the act you also planned and set it in motion. Maybe it’s from the experience of once working in front of many people, wearing a mask to suit everyone’s taste, pursuing them to trust you.

As the Tsaritsa told you, you’re competent. A people pleaser like you can read people so easily that one look can immediately give you an inference on the personality you will need to portray on your target. When it comes to finishing someone, you do it quickly. As soon as you got their trust, it was also the time to sing them a lullaby to their own doom.

A sigh escaped your lips, being a harbinger sets you in the boundary of everything. It always felt like you’re in between of opposing arguments. It’s thrilling but also confusing, maybe it’s just your morals kicking you in the guts but it’s too late for that. The moment you bow down in front of the Tsaritsa’s throne, it was all gone.

“I never knew a deaf could be a harbinger.”

Your eyes shifted from your badge to the source of the voice. The sixth harbinger, casually hanging out in your office’s couch. He must have entered your office while you’re busy paying attention on your thoughts.

“Do you have any idea how many times I knocked on your door? I would’ve thought you’ve been killed in your office if I didn’t know you any better,” he continued.

“I’m thinking about important stuff, I didn’t notice.”

He scoffed. “You didn’t even bother to apologize, how rude.”

You blinked at him, staring to his eyes. Scaramouche, or also known as Balladeer has been the one to always barge into your office like it was his own for the first months. The first time you met him was just like this, except the fact that you’re working on paper documents that time and he didn’t knocked, he just barged in. You remember how he didn’t ask your name and where you from, just straight up gave the file the Tsaritsa wanted to give to you, informing you with a bunch of small insults here and there before leaving and slamming the door.

Your first thought was maybe he didn’t like you or your impression, not that it matters anyway. Until you found out that he also does that to other harbingers, especially when he’s having too much to work with in his plate.

“You know, no matter how long you looked at that badge, it won’t disappear.”

You look at the balladeer with his statement. He stood up, slowly walking towards your table as he crossed his arms. “I’ve been wanting to ask you this since it’s disturbing my thoughts, are you really…chickening out? After being here for so long, that’s quite disappointing.”

You let out a scoff at his question, your eyes narrowing at his glinted eyes. You know how Scaramouche is, the way he works with his words to initiate tension. You won’t fall for it but still you wanted to admit how well he can cause tension and get away from it.

“You’re asking…me? What happened to your ‘good intuition’, the sixth harbinger?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “That’s more like you. I just hate how you always look at your stupid badge every time I see you, it irks me.”

“That’s more like your problem, not mine.”

“I hate it still, so I will need an explanation.”

“Wow, is this manipulation 101?”

“Y/n.” He sternly called your name, his eyes softening a bit. “I wanted to know if something is bugging your mind, I’ll help if I can.”

You remained silent as a sigh escaped your lips. You reached for the file you’re supposed to read a while ago if only you didn’t space out. “It was nine days ago..”

He hummed urging you to continue. He sat down on the chair opposite to yours, waiting for your next words.

“When I learned something about a certain topic, it’s…quite bizarre.”

You looked at him seriously, his indigo orbs meeting yours. You can see how his trying to listen…how his patience is slowly thinning out on your slow words and his own pretention.

A smile formed your lips. “Gaslighting. Oh, what a bizarre topic and thing to do, right Scaramouche?”

You dramatically placed your hand on your chest as you gave him a look of pity. He clicked his tongue before standing up, fixing his hat in the process.

“Fuck you and your stupid badge.”

You laughed. His visible frustration is entertaining, especially when he cussed. Something about his cussing words just hits deeply, you can’t help but laugh.

“I waste my time for this stupid shit. I should’ve known.”

As he took a step away from table, you quickly stood up, reaching for his hand to stop him. He looked back at you with an annoyed expression. He was about to slap your hands off him but he stopped as soon as he heard you talk.

“Wait, alright. I’m sorry. I mean, I’m not half wrong but..I get the glimpse of what you’re trying to do. Just sit down. I promise, no more jokes.”

It took a couple of seconds before he spoke up. “No more fucking jokes.”

You nodded. He let out a sigh before he propped down on the chair again. You sat again too as you compose yourself.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You bit the insides from your cheek to prevent yourself from chuckling. That’s more like him, you thought.

“This badge isn’t mine, dumbass.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Is it from an agent? A traitor perhaps? Just say the word and I’ll finish them off-”

“No need for violence, it was from a harbinger.”

His eyes widened a bit. “Did you…killed a harbinger? Y/n, that’s not how you raise your rank. You’re a trai-”

“I didn’t kill someone, why are you insisting that?”

He shrugged, leaning on the chair as he hums. He must have been playing with you as a revenge from earlier. What a child.

“It’s from a harbinger that’s been bugging me. Not in a bad way,” you cleared out before he can even decide to say a violent statement again.

“Bugging you but not in a bad way? What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

You mentally facepalmed, of course he wouldn’t know. He probably never felt that way for someone too. Now, you’re rethinking your decisions on telling him. Time for a more direct approach.

“I think I like someone.”

Silence.

You were replied by silence for almost a minute before a chuckled erupted from him. You shook your head as you listen to his laugh.

“You like someone? And you stole their badge because you like them? What a creepy move, are you a stalker?”

You rolled your eyes before you stand up, holding the file on your arms. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll need to submit this file before dinner time, bye.”

As you held the doorknob, you can still hear his laughter from your back. Maybe, you’ll tell him some other time but, you promised yourself. You even practice on the mirror on what to say, it’s ridiculous. Your eyes landed on the badge. Every time you look at it, it reminds you of the glint in his eyes then you’ll see your reflection, making you ask yourself on how did you get yourself into this.

“Hey, Scara.”

You turned around, his laughed slowly stopped as he looked at you.

“Remember the camp last month?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you asking me about such a horrible day.”

“Childe accidentally took your badge then replace it since you were pretty mad that day. It won’t be a good result if you’ve known he touched some of your belongings.”

He blinked. “And you didn’t tell me? That rascal, good thing he know what will happen.”

“I actually found it so here you go.”

You hummed, taking a last look on the badge before you throw it to him. He easily caught it with one hand, staring at it for a second. You saw how his eyes widen a bit before glancing at you again.

“This badge…is mine and what you said about it earlier…”

Your throat felt dry the moment you meet each other eyes. You tried to smile, forcing yourself to formulate some words your mind came up with.

“You’re making me feel complicated things, it’s unfitting for a harbinger.”