The Joker | Scaramouche

𝟏𝟔 | 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

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The defined dark purple strokes, Scaramouche's signature color, made him feel some type of way. The sight of the mark on Y/n's skin seemed more sensual than last time and excitement rippled in his chest. He loved the way it screamed that she belonged to him, and only him.

How he wished she truly did belong to him.

"Looking good I see," Scaramouche's eyes twinkled in delight as he greeted Y/n.

"Yeah, until you came into view that is." She raised a brow in contempt. "Don't tell me you're here to follow me around again..."

"I am." He smiled, ticking her off.

"Hey, Joker, hop on!" Childe waved enthusiastically, intentionally cutting into their small talk. Y/n nodded before stepping onto a ruin guard's palm. A second later, she felt the weight increase beneath her as a second pair of feet stepped on casually as if they owned the ruined guard.

There was no need to clarify who it was.

"Tch," the girl clicked her tongue, rubbing the back of her neck. Her fingers brushed against the mark he made weeks ago and the texture made her blood boil.

Yet at the same time, she also thought that it was better than the man biting directly on her skin and even worse, branding her with a hickey. That wouldn't just make her a toy, but announcing that she was his woman.

"Still angry?" Scaramouche disrupted her thoughts. He crossed his arms but the pleasantly calm expression was completely different from his actions. It was a rare sight.

Most likely because he was proud of the fact that his presence completely surrounded her. He could feel the electricity slowly enveloping her in its embrace- or rather, his embrace.

"How would you feel if I made a mark on you and every time you think of me it'll give you goosebumps?!" She crossed her arms as well.

"Extremely pleased," he replied with a haughty smile. His reply startled Y/n and she realized that his response felt a bit familiar.

A counterattack to any insult can simply be shut down with shameless acceptance of the rude remark. It was what she did most of the time to piss people off.

"To have you mark me would be extremely rare after all. Mark me as you please, here, here..." he began pointing at various places of his body, smirking coquettishly.

"..." Y/n could only stare in silence, hiding her face behind a hand. "Mihoyo, I think I made a mistake and changed this character's personality..."

Her murmurs flew past the chuckling man's ears and he continued to point every centimeter of his body teasingly.

"But...this isn't that bad either," Y/n harrumphed before taking a step closer to Scaramouche, her hand reaching for his slender neck. He flinched at the sudden movement and was about to jerk her off when he felt her warm fingers wrap around his lifeline.

"This is what they call sweet revenge," she chuckled and she lightly squeezed his thin neck. Scaramouche felt short of breath as seconds passed but continued to resist, repulsed by the notion of displaying his defenseless state.

Y/n's hand remained for a minute and she was struck by a sudden question.

Why isn't he resisting? He could easily fight back with a flick of his finger, so why?

"Are you looking down on me?" Y/n narrowed her eyes, her nostrils flaring in fury. "Because I'm a girl? Is that it? It's because I'm a female, isn't it?!"

"Wha-" Scaramouche gasped for air when she pushed his neck away harshly. Red indents were clear on his skin as he coughed, his body bending over in pain.

"Why aren't you fighting back? Wuss!" she sent a blow to his stomach with her dominant leg. "What happened to the all mighty Scaramouche who would zap a mosquito to smithereens for sucking his precious blood?! You aren't going to fight me just because I have boobs and am without a dick?! Get your flat ass up!"

He spat out blood once Y/n was done with her declaration of war. With a smirk, he stood up like a swaying doll before glaring at the aggressive girl before him.

"As you wish, foolish bitch," he unintentionally rhymed. "Don't go crying under my feet, begging me to stop because I ain't gonna go easy on you."

"Exactly what I wanted to hear!" Y/n grinned with crossed arms. She raised a hand and a large field of ice sprayed across the grassy field.

Childe, who was a few miles away from them noticed the commotion and turned his head to look upon the battlefield with twinkling eyes.

"My, my, what a great show!"

The sheer cold began to build up and Scaramouche felt the hairs on his skin standing up, freezing. It was as intense as the cold from Snezhnaya. La Signora truly taught her well.

"Not bad. But did you really think such a small trick would faze me?" he laughed wickedly before disappearing in a bolt of lightning, charging towards Y/n. Her eyes widened in alert but the moment she blinked due to her eyes burning from the cold, Scaramouche had already appeared behind her. With a powerful and swift move, his electro powers struck her body and paralyzed her, leaving her stunned for a minute.

"I don't need to waste my time on a small fry like you. You can attack me however you want but the fact will remain that you will never surpass me in terms of ability and power. Learn your place, Joker, as I am the sixth Fatui harbinger while you are only a newbie who joined us under the Tsaritsa's will," he declared in a low voice, his face incredibly close to Y/n's.

The wide smile on his face was all she could see as she laid on the ground, her mind in a swirl of confusion. She had underestimated the meaning of being paralyzed. Her entire body was numb but her mind was in the same condition. She could not think straight at all but at the same time, she could still hear the victor's arrogant voice.

With the spinning image of Scaramouche in front of her, the fire burned in her stomach and she urged herself to slump her arm around the man's neck.

"Mooche..." she whispered.

The man heard and heeded to the sudden call, bending his head down a bit. Then, Y/n's dead and heavy arm propped itself on the back of his neck, bringing his head down next to her's.

"Sweet..."

She inhaled and the victim of her bite had realized too late. With a chomp that took all her strength, her teeth dug into his skin and left a bloody mess before fainting.

Revenge.