haven't written in a while, so i might be a bit rusty. apologies.
fun fact: scaramouche is my biggest kin. a selfhood- i quite literally prefer to be called "scara"
anyways, onto the oneshot.
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"...I'm kind of rethinking this." I spoke with a sigh, folding my arms. The male next to me laughed.
"Haha! Awh, now why would you? He's not that bad." Tartaglia, better known as "Childe", said with a smile. I shook my head, growing a frustrated look.
"Not that bad? He has one of the worst reputations as a member of the Fatui. I'm a member along with you, if I wanted to meet him, then I would've already." I said, grimacing.
Childe sighed. "Oh, don't be like that. You never know! Maybe you two will get alo-"
"I doubt it."
"You didn't even let me finish.." He pouted and I rolled my eyes as we continued walking.
Apparently, the man Childe was taking me to meet was named Scaramouche. I've heard the name a couple of times, not ever for good reasons, though. Evidentially his personality is far from kind. I've heard he's quite a bit two-faced, but what do I know?
"Ah, there he is. Scaramouche, hey!" Childe called as he waved. In the distance, I saw a short figure. They wore a disgusted look as they turned to Childe.
"Childe. What do you want?" He stated fiercely, obviously not wanting anything to do with him. Childe laughed nervously.
The man was short, and had an odd fashion sense, but he was kind of pretty. He didn't look anything like what I had previously imagined.
"Aha, I wont be here for a longer, so don't attack me just yet." Childe stated, then gestured towards me. "This is Y/N. They're a high ranked member of the Fatui, and you two haven't met yet, so..."
There was an awkward silence until Scaramouche sighed. "Hm. Well." He turned, smiling at me, which I immediately found odd. "I'm Scaramouche, as you know. Lovely to be of your acquaintance." He said, holding out his hand.
I'm guessing this is what people meant when they called him two-faced.
"..Nice to meet you, Scaramouche." I said, hesitantly shaking his hand.
"Hah! See, you two already seem to be getting along. Anyways, I won't stay any longer. I got business to take care of. See ya!" Childe exclaimed as he waved before jogging off and away.
"You-" I turned to Scaramouche, pointing at him. "I've already heard about you. Might as well drop the kind and friendly act. Now." I said and he huffed, folding his arms.
"People do spread rumors about me, huh? I'd love them to say it to my face." He scoffed. "Anyways. What was your name again? Y/N? I suppose we should get to know each other." He shrugged.
"You suppose? Geez. We can just go our separate ways and pretend like we got to know each other." I offered, and he shook his head.
"No. You seem... partially tolerable, and that's a huge difference compared to anyone here." He said. "Especially compared to Signora and Childe." He sighed at the thought of the two, making me laugh.
"Those two can be quite the annoyance, I'll agree with you on that." I said and he nodded a bit.
"Mhm. Anyways, there's a bench over there. We might as well take a seat, yes?" He suggested and I shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
When we sat down, the things that hung off of the edge of his hat kept hitting me. It was aggravating, to say the least.
"If if bothers you, just sit closer. Under the hat." He said simply- as if it was nothing.
"Huh? Are you sure?"
"Mhm. Now go on before I change my mind." He stated, folding his arms. I hesitantly moved closer and under his hat.
"You have an odd sense of fashion." I muttered and he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Like I've never heard that before."
"...It wasn't an insult. It's odd, but pretty. I like it." I said, admiring his hat. I wonder if he made it himself, I've never seen anything like it before.
He said nothing, simply humming in response as he looked off.
"So, what's all the bad things you've heard about me, hm? And from who? I'd like to have a chat with these people." He said with a disgusted look.
"Hm. Well, I've heard that you're foul-mouthed, two-faced, don't know when to shut up, very rude, and some others." I said, waving my hand. "Heard it from many of the lower ranked Fatui, probably the ones you order around a lot."
"Interesting. I'll have a chat with them then."
"Are there any rumors about me?" I questioned him, and he looked at me before huffing.
"Yeah. They're all good, though." He cleared his throat, " 'Ohh, Y/N is so nice- Y/N is so pretty!' " He said, mimicking the people that had said that. " 'Shes beautiful.' Stuff like that. Everyone loves you." He said with a light sigh.
"They're not wrong and all- but is there really not one bad rumor? Hmph." He huffed.
"Oh? They're not wrong-?"
He laughed. "That's what I said, was it not? You've deemed yourself tolerable, unlike everyone here. We should work together more often, what do you think?"
I smiled a bit, shrugging. "That doesn't sound too bad."
"Great." He smiled, nodding his head happily- making his hat jingle. "I think we'll get along well."
.extra.
"Wow! They actually got along well!" Childe beamed happily, hiding behind a nearby bush.
"What a relief." A member of the Fatui said. "I'm just hoping that Y/N's kindness will rub off on Scaramouche."
"Mhm." Another member agreed with a nod. "Now, lets get out of here before they notice us!"
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well- uh- yeah anhaahahajshhddbbd might make a part 2 for this one
this is shorter than usual, only like 980 words. i usually write 1k - 1.3k but this will do for the first oneshot.
i didnt proof read, so sorry if there's any mistakes!
thanks for reading lolz.
