blur - tartaglia vs. scaramouche x reader

Seductive Start

LIYUE UNDERGROUND - Day 1 of your vengeance

How exactly did you get involved with the fatui? Well it all began in Liyue.

(3rd person pov)

Liyue was a continent for busybodies, everyone had their agendas even at night.

What one must discover however is the business beneath to fully appreciate it's joys.

The underground left mysteries, not just caves, hidden gems of good fortune, or the ominous abyss but the true night life hidden within it. Clubs or what the youngins call "Parties". Not the typical and old fashioned ones but the most thrilling, tiring, breath-taking underground parties to leave their worries and frustrations.

People visit to experience pure ecstacy. Being the land of contracts, there are far more rules, regulations, and traditions one must uphold to be respected, but here all is broken and forgotten. A good time awaits within.

Y/N was ready to open her eyes and dedicate her life to her simple yet deadly plan. It took her one step to dissapear from the ocean breeze and enter to what she felt was the most hectic pool of people having the time of their lives.

Her eyes scanned the crowd of bodies until it hit her taget. A person from the Fatui sitting peacefully, hunched back and in his hands is what seems to be a shot of dandelion wine. Or was it something else?

It was peculiar to find one of Tsaritsa's people, the mean, scary, threatening and powerful Snezhnayans out here in a place of sin. She was hoping to find at least one of them and luckily the tall man was there as if she manifested her wishes from Barbatos.

His attire was eye-catching she would say. The sharp designs and hidden motifs shouted outlander and dangerous. Y/N observed the man's back, taking into account the intimidating blue glow from his vision under the long wooden table.

All she has to do is befriend him. Simple as that.

She assumed he was a Fatui agent wearing a different uniform to conceal his identity but to her surprise, the ginger headed man was maskless. He looked to the left to ask for an odd drink "Fire water, thanks" The bartender looked terrified to serve him. Despite that, his voice was sweet, attractive even. She heard him clearly even with the instruments and proximity.

For some reason, she couldn't move. Her insides were panicking as if it were about to explode from pressure and nervousness. She had already felt the tension, the awkwardness and silence despite the loud atmosphere.

She had to somehow calm herself and find something to make her feel and move freely, perhaps drinking was the best and available option for her. She would let her guard down just once to let herself do what she wanted with no remorse and let her desires control her.

'He's just some dude' She says in her head over and over again before she sat down at the bar at least 7 feet away from him. And thus began her rounds before intoxication. Gulp. "1 more please" Gulp. "Can I have two?" Her tolerance was low, she knew it but she wanted to be sure.

It started to hit her when she felt that the horizon was too hot. The music's beat started pulling her body like strings on a puppet. The beat of her heart matched the bang of the drums.

The loud song changed and turned into what it felt like if she was floating on water. It was slow and sensual. She wanted to breathe in the excitement and move her hips to the rythm. The lights were changing from its normal yellow to a dim red as the person who must've worked there pulled a small lever to reveal a red tinted lamp.

She stood up from her seat in a daze and joined the dancing crowd moving her body fluidly and feeling herself push away all her worries. The room was packed, people were too close to each other. Y/N was alone, dancing in her little bubble. She was enjoying it a lot until her eyes met the Snezhnayan's mysterious ones. He was looking directly at her.