ೃ⁀➷ scaramouche x gender neutral harbinger reader

tw : swearing , very mild gore, violence

fluff (?)

song rec : play date by melanie martinez

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"Can you please be goddamn useful for once?" The Balladeer hissed. You glared back, hitting the back of his hat. "Shut it," You replied as you looked around the area for any of the Shogun's soldiers. He growled and readjusted his hat. Treasure hoarders had somehow snuck into the delusion factory, causing a significant drop in stocks that were manufactured for the resistance. How they got in was still a mystery, which greatly upset you. The main goal of the mission was to scare the hoarders off before they could enter the factory. Scaramouche watched from a distance, leaning on his hand lazily. He eyed you up and down with a small smirk forming on his face.

You sighed softly and gripped your bow. Fiddling with the string, you peered through the fog and spotted 3 large figures emerging. "There." You spoke. Scaramouche followed your gaze. "Just  three? Two harbingers assigned to handle that bunch." He scoffed in disbelief. You couldn't help but nod in agreement - two of the most powerful in the Fatui to deal with mere treasure hoarders sounded unreasonable. But out of all the harbingers, did you really have to be paired with him? The two of you never really got along, his harsh behavior constantly ticking you off. Disregarding your personal feelings, you motioned for him to follow you.

He shrugged and trailed behind. Upon closer inspection, they were no ordinary hoarders. Bloodied blades that resembled that of a Fatui agent's stuck out of their pockets. You gasped, realizing they probably made quick work of the agents that guard the area. "Despicable." Scaramouche uttered angrily. "What do you idiots think you're doing?" The male behind you grumbled. He came forward with a bitter scowl. He silently scanned the intruders' appearances, analyzing the situation. Dirt-stained clothes with traces of blood, bandages wrapped tightly around their arms and large blades tucked behind their blouse. They were definitely tougher than the usual goons. "Killing the ones I've trained.." He continued. "You're all such nuisances."

The tallest hoarder, took out his blade and pointed it at the 6th harbinger menacingly. "Do you think the Fatui scares us?" He chuckled, glaring back at the pair of gloomy eyes. Fed-up with the exchange, you stepped in between the two. "Leave or face the consequences." You said. The 2nd hoarder laughed, taking out an agent's blade. Scaramouche angrily balled his fists. "Do you know who you're talking to?" He spoke lowly. You shook your head in disappointment and took out your bow. "I'll have you know I've hit bullseye multiple times." You threatened with a frown. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and stared down at the trio. They didn't seem to budge, merely smiling at your words and taking out their weapons. "A fight with a harbinger, huh?" You sighed in disappointment. The tallest charged at you as you drew back an arrow, launching it at his chest. He groaned out in pain before charging at you once more. Your eyes widened. 'What determination.' You thought, dodging his swing and kicking away his sword. Scaramouche huffed and summoned his catalyst, hurling electro attacks at the other two. He nodded in approval as you shot another arrow. A successful shot. "One down!" You exclaimed, pointing your bow towards the remaining intruders. "You'll pay for that!" One of them yelled out, swinging at Scaramouche. 

Your arrow hit his hand, causing him to drop the weapon right in front of Scaramouche. His reflexes kicked in as he launched a blade towards you. You prepared for the impact, biting your lip and shutting your eyes.

It hit you. You pursued your lips together, watching Scaramouche send a fatal blast of electro to the injured hoarder. "You reckless fuck!" He yelled, dodging another attack from the last hoarder. You scoffed and shot the hoarder from behind, launching a second arrow to his ankle to restrain his movements. He screamed, falling to the ground and grabbing at the soil in pain. Scaramouche's chest heaved up and down from exhaustion. You slowly made your way to the hoarder's defeated figure. "Consider this a warning." You hummed, raising him by his collar and tossing him to the side. He struggled to stand up and limped away from the area. You looked down at the cut on your leg. "You're just begging to get killed!" Scaramouche exclaimed. You glared back at him and dusted your clothes.

"I'll get something to wrap this up." You told the now pissed off Scaramouche before falling to your knees. The injured leg was too weak to carry your own weight. You tried to stand again before harshly being pulled down. "Is your brain not working? You can't stand. Wait here." He hissed, rushing away and disappearing into the forest area for a moment. You watched him in confusion before leaning on a rock. He returned with an onikabuto and a leaf. He kneeled down, incoherently mumbling to himself and crushing the bug with the leaf. Gently wrapping it around your wound, you looked at him in surprise. "What?" He snapped. You shook your head as he sat on the rock. "Thank you." You said softly, looking at the wound. You could feel butterflies at the pit of your stomach.

"Don't thank me. You're a harbinger, we can't let weak idiots like you die to just a cut." He muttered, looking away. You huffed in disbelief at his words. Still, you were touched by his actions. You were  a harbinger, sure, but out of all the people who'd tend to you, it had to be Scaramouche. The pain from the injury disappeared. You sighed in relief and slowly stood up. "Hey, I told you not to stand up!" He growled before you pat his shoulder. He paused as you turned towards him.

"I'm fine. Thank you again." You smiled, removing your hand from his shoulder and ushering him to follow you back to the headquarters. He frowned, dragging himself behind you. A light tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. "Be more fucking careful next time, you almost gave me a heart attack." He huffed. "I will." You replied, not bothering to look back. "You're welcome, by the way." He whispered.

You grinned, having heard Scaramouche. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

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i'm so sorry if he seems ooc </3

i'm not great at writing rather unfamiliar characters but i tried to make this a fluff / comfort, more fitting to a situation scaramouche could find himself in as a harbinger

this was requested by @Justmraa

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