Vendetta (Xiao x Male Reader)

The Denied Opportunity (pt. 1)

A corrupted diplomatic organization that hail from Snezhnaya, a nation overseen by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon.

The Fatui. 

Within this organization comes a hierarchy based on strength, and with that, rose the power of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. They are the main driving force behind the quick advancements the Fatui have made throughout the world of Teyvat. The other six nations fear, despise, or distrust the diplomatic façade the Fatui have put on. However, no nation would dare go against the strongest and most well organized militia in all of Teyvat. Nor would they question the schemes the Fatui Harbingers have done.

Tell me.

If you were to become a Fatui Harbinger,

What would you do first?

Would you act like the others? Would you treat your subordinates like trash? Or would you issue commands non stop? No one really knows the answer to what they would really do— with the power of being a Harbinger.

"You have been offered a great opportunity, Agent (Y/n)."

You know that voice. Turning around, you saw who stopped you from crossing the bridge to get to Wangshu Inn.

"Is that so Lord Scaramouche?"

You never really liked the Sixth Fatui Harbinger. Not so much as dislike but more of: you thought he was boring. He had his moments, but overall, you two were never really that close. You didn't even think he wanted to get to know you. He wasn't fun to talk to, unlike Lord Childe, who you can easily mess around with. It seemed like if you said one wrong word to this guy, he would immediately take it personally. Perhaps kill or punish you. Whatever it was, he would always do the most to get back at someone. That was something you didn't feel like handling, so you would watch your mouth around Lord Scaramouche.

"This opportunity, when it comes, I want you to deny it."

Your eyebrows furrowed, "You've described this opportunity as a great one..Why want me to deny it my Lord."

"Don't question my orders."

"Then..can you please tell me what this opportunity is, so I may know when and what to reject."

The Harbinger hid an unknown expression under his hat, "Tomorrow. I can not tell you specifically when. But when the time comes, without a doubt you would know what opportunity it is I'm talking about. Do not dare ask any favors from me ever again."

You lowered your head slightly, "Understood Lord Scaramouche."

He hummed in satisfaction, making his way back to the harbor, the tareginu(1) that dangled flowed slightly as he turned around. Scaramouche's left eye twitched while he walked away. The conversation that he just had with you, he somewhat had with every other agent already. It seemed like he wanted you to talk back, rebuttal his words with your own.

"How boring." You both said at the same time. Polar opposites walking away to their destination, making sure the other didn't hear what they have said to themselves.

That conversation could have gone a lot smoother than you hoped. But you knew it was best to not use that sharp tongue of yours against the Sixth Harbinger.

"Lady, Lord, Sir, Ma'am-" You sarcastically laughed at those titles, "Imagine having to kiss ass to avoid death."

Happy and somewhat relieved that you didn't irritate Scaramouche that much, you excitedly made your way to the inn. Momentarily forgetting what just happened, you distracted yourself with the sight of a certain man leaning against the railing of the inn's ground floor.