Fatui n' Fatui (Scaramouche x Fem! Fontainian! Reader)

Prologue: First sight, First night

Why might a girl from Fontaine make the decision to join the Snezhnayan Fatui?

Simple.

A realisation.

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When was it? 2 Years ago.

You were just a normal Fontainian girl. Well, not so normal. Sure, you had your own interests and seem to be more closed off in your own little world than others. But just like anyone else, you feared the fatui and worshipped the Archons. Contradictory enough, Fatui was always the top of your interests, you'd always be on the lookout for information about them. Was it fear? You aren't sure. But hearing about how they have multiple branches and the multiple (not so great) things they have done have always intrigued you. You liked the information, alchemy of all sorts. You looked up to Mondstadtian Albedo and dreamed of going to Sumeru Academy.

Sometimes, you had doubt in the Archons, questions after questions would always come after you. What was Khaenri'ah? Why are these Archons? What are visions? You wanted a vision but never got one. A controversial thought struck your mind one day...

Is it possible to replicate a vision...?

Then you started to have a bizarre interest in trying to outsmart Archons.

Your life took a drastic turn when you decided to take a stroll around the beautiful snowy woods of Snezhnaya after a family reunion. The night sky was clear, and a beautiful full moon is visible. Though you enjoyed the family's fun reunion, you just needed some fresh air. A walk was perfect. You weren't the type to stick around crowds for extended periods of time. It was not very cold; the fur jacket was enough for you. There was what seemed to be a group of three drunk men, which to your dismay, were walking towards you. You turned in the opposite direction with the intention to flee. You stopped the moment you turned. There stood a tall man with a shovel.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Too afraid to answer, your lips froze. "Nothing personal, kid. I just need to get my hands on some mora, as well as making sure there were no sightings of us." You looked around, only to notice that not only were they drunk, but they also had weapons. You had nothing. No weapons, no mora.

"I'm sorry sir, I have no mora on me. And my belongings are in Fontaine." You managed to get a few words out of your trembling lips. The men looked at each other, and then back at you. They laughed.

"Very funny joke, girl. But we've never heard of a Fontainian with no valuable items on them." He said, his joking demeanour quickly turned serious. "Restrain her." He ordered. Immediately, the men behind you came rushing up to you. Each of them locking one of your arms into theirs. The tall man then pulled out a knife and used it to remove the jacket you were wearing. He searched through the jacket and found a few items, none of which hold any value to you or them. "Phase two, boys." He scoffed, looking rather disappointed. He looked at you and said, "It'll only hurt when the knife goes in, but after that, you'd be dead.". You whimpered, with the jacket gone, you were too cold, helpless in the Snezhnayan snow, you wanted to scream but you couldn't.

"We found them, Harbinger Il Dottore!" a voice pierced from afar. Arrows? No. Bullets are shot from afar, hitting the men behind you. They let go of their grip on you but are too weak to run away. The tall man froze in place. Another bullet was shot, this time, to the tall man's legs. He buckled down onto his knees and let out a scream of pain. You were telling your body to move, to run away, but not a single limb moved. You stood there in horror. Blood was behind you, in front of you, and splats of blood were visible on your clothing.