「 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑? 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓,
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍? 」
Scaramouche was known to have a foul mouth that spat haughtily and eyes full of judgment. Now take someone like Y/n, and you'll have another sharp mouth, shrouded in mock submiss...
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Y/n woke up the next morning with grass tickling her nose. An arm rested on her waist and the heat from the man before her enveloped her. She was bewildered as Scaramouche's heartbeat seemed to vibrate loudly against her clenched hand that rested against his chest.
She opened her eyes and squeezed them shut before opening them again. Her eyes trailed up and she saw his long lashes and red eyeliner.
Beautiful. I just want to gobble him up, holy shitー
She internally slapped herself before staring at the man's face once again.
"You're going to stare holes into my face." Scaramouche chuckled, his morning voice making him sound more raspy and sleepy than usual. Y/n felt her face heating up uncontrollably. Not only was she caught, his voice made her ten times more fervent inside.
"Sorry you were born with such a handsome, cute, and angelic face that I can't help but be seduced and enchanted, my dear Lord," Y/n said in all earnest, placing her hand over her chest.
He frowned in response. He typically would've looked annoyed with a dark shadow cast over his face but he instead looked quite adorable with his drowsy eyes and half-dazed look.
"Whatever. Anyway, is it morning already?" Scaramouche yawned, removing his arm. He sat up and began stretching. The warmth subsided and Y/n sulked at the sudden loss, though she didn't make her displeasure visible.
"Clearly." Y/n snorted, sitting up as well.
Her hair was a mess and she didn't realize that some drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. She flashed a deep red once again at the thought of her current state. Not to mention, her clean white shirt was now wrinkled and slipping off her bare shoulder.
"Looking good, hm?" Scaramouche noticed with a smirk, half-teasing and half taking a glimpse at her exposed shoulder and drool.
"Want a taste?" Y/n decided to play along with a wink.
"Gladly," Scaramouche haughtily accepted, contrary to what she predicted. He tilted her face up with a single finger, staring intensely at her wet lips. Y/n shivered under his lustful gaze and turned her head.
She will not give in like this. Not with her stinky breath and bed hair!
"Ahem. Joking. Because I'm the Joker, get it? You just got fooled, you pleb!" Y/n laughed it off, standing up frantically and running off to a nearby river to wash her face.
She splashed the water on her warm face, cooling it down. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly looked at her reflection. At first, she saw a girl with tangled red hair and eyes the color of amethyst. It was the Joker, her facade. But then a single droplet rippled the illusion and a girl with (eye color) eyes and messy (hair color) locks appeared.
"Who am I kidding?" She groaned, burying her head in her arms.
Seeing her true self immediately brought a flashback to the events from the day before, when she helplessly fell asleep on Scaramouche's lap. If it had been her last day in Tevyat, she would still choose to fall asleep with him. He exposed her vulnerability but didn't bash or shame her for it. He accepted her and stayed by her side instead.
"And he called me weak. I'll make him pay for that," Y/n grumbled. She walked back to the tree they had slept at. She paused when she saw no one but a piece of paper on the grass. She picked it up.
It seems that I cannot delay my duties any longer. A messenger just informed me to facilitate an operation under the Tsaritsa's order. Head back to your sister and destroy this letter immediately after reading it.
It was most likely the delusion factory. She flipped the paper and bit her bottom lip.
The next time we meet, I'll have a taste.
The morning sun did not mask her rosy cheeks and trembling lips. She felt annoyed, flustered, yet strangely warm all at once.
"Damned Harbinger!"
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Y/n made her way back to camp and observed the Fatui cryogunners positioned in rows. They all stiffened at the sight of the Joker staring at them intently with a glint in her eyes.
"Where is Sister Signora?"
"She is inside." The tallest and largest cryogunner nodded towards a tent that seemed to be half his size. He looked like the leader of the rest of the soldiers.
"Thanks. Good work, by the way!" Y/n grinned. She drew the curtains and hopped inside, leaving the soldiers stunned at her camaraderie.
Rumors had spread all about the Joker and the way she had provoked the Balladeer with no shame or fear. They thought that such a person would be alike to the notorious sixth Harbinger and be equally foul-mouthed and uncooperative as him. However, her brief yet appreciative words caught them off guard and proved that she was not at all like the rumors had said.
"She's...an angel!" one of the men cried out in his deep voice.
"We have been blessed with her kind words of encouragement, my boys! Remember to spread the word of her benevolence! I better not hear a single bad word about her in this camp!" The leader passionately raised his gun. The rest followed and the army dispersed.
Unbeknownst to Y/n, who was now gushing over Scaramouche in front of Signora, the cryogunners began spreading news of how considerate the Joker was.
"And then he was standing under the tree and he was like, "do you want to go out on a date?" and I obviously said HELL YEAH and then we did it and had sixty-nine babies. The end!"
"... So, why am I your sister again?"
"Because you love me?" Y/n raised a brow. "Anyway, that was based on a true story!"
"Seems a bit of a stretch to me. But on a serious note, Y/n," Signora pursed her lips,"Be careful. There is more to him than what meets the eye. I don't want him to play with your feelings. You ending up hurt is the last thing I want to see."
"Sister..."
"Promise me, you will break things with him if it ever comes down to it. It just seems strange to me. A mere puppet feeling an emotion unknown to him since birth? It just seems...off." Signora placed her hands on Y/n's shoulders with furrowed brows.
Her urgent tone gave off an unsettling impression that it was her last will and wish for her before leaving for good. Y/n swallowed before closing her eyes and giving in. If it was her last wish then she had no choice but to accept.
"I will. I promise. I would never let someone like him play me like a fiddle."
