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hihi I'm new to posting on Tumblr (I've always just used this site to read good fics 😭 so I'm sorry if it's not formatted well)

anyways!! yummy angsty Scaramouche fic I made during work bc it was a slow day (it was meant to be a drabble,, but it just kept growing over the day)

Kind of imagined the reader being an isekaid genshin player who is a giant simp 🧍‍♂️bc that is 100% how I felt when writing this after watching that one Catch Me animatic abt Scara (u know the one)

this is mainly from Scara's POV! (3rd person)

From Heaven to Hell

Fatui Reader × Scaramouche

TW: gender neutral reader (they/it used throughout), mentioned gore/pain, Dottore shenanigans (canon stuff/not the good kind), body modification (horror kind), monsterification (horror kind)

Words: 2,043 • Pages: 8.1

The newest batch of recruits seemed less than ideal, at least to the majority of the Harbingers, and Scaramouche was no exception. They were weak in spirit and bland in style, with none more varied in combat or writing than the recruits from the years prior. It make him shuffle in his seat and glare at every single one that so much as glanced at him during their welcoming ceremony into the Fatui. He left the grand hall of the almighty Tsaritsa's castle the moment he could; it would be a waste of his precious time to loiter around such a worthless cast of new soldiers. He brushed past many on his way out, and only stopped to say farewell to the Tsaritsa herself.

A week later and he found himself appalled when some of said new recruits were assigned to his sector for further training (aka, the mind-numbing paperwork that comes with being a giant organization.) He kept a keen eye on the additions to his team, yelling at them all for every minor mistake. Almost all of those soldiers quit before the next week, which gave him a sense of relief and hard-earned satisfaction to know he chased off the lowlives. However, he was a bit ticked that he couldn't shake the last one off. They took all his vicious words and harsh tasks at full force, and yet never disappointed with their work. They were the only recruit under him that had yet to make a mistake that he could use against them. He was almost impressed.

One day, he actually got a clear look at them. The Fatui had a strict uniform for underlings, especially in his sector, so it was rare to see what one of them actually looked like under the mask and hood. They stood out enough that he was taken aback, not because they were particularly good looking (they were above average, but not really the model-type pretty that was honestly rather common with vision-bearers--It makes him wonder if Celestia has a type,) but because he didn't expect it. They were quiet, followed his orders to a T, and only ever spoke to relay information or ask a work-related question. He knew humans didn't always look as they actually were, but that often was the overly sweet people who would pull a knife the moment they found it safe to attack. This last member wasn't like that, and Scaramouche has gotten curious.

Months later, they fell into a comfortable routine. Scaramouche gives them work, the recruit finishes it flawlessly and in record time, and they spend the rest of the day together. Of course, pseudo-unwillingly on Scaramouche's part, as the recruit follows him around like a lost puppy that's eager to please, but it's gotten him more productive lately so he hasn't told them off just yet. The recruit accompanies him like a bodyguard (it makes him laugh, as they are so, so much weaker than him,) to all his missions and tasks, including his games of death with certain traitors of the Fatui. They aren't very scary, but the obvious uniform paired with Scaramouche's nigh-iconic attire easily scares most of the unnecessary people away from their targets. It's efficient.

In one assignment, he actually got to see them fight. It was a wonder that they weren't promoted sooner, from how they stripped the enemy of their advantage and turned it on them. They took the traitor's weapon and killed the bastard with it in one swift move, almost like a practiced dance. He was enamored with the sight, if just for a moment, watching as they kneeled before his feet with the bloody tool sat to their side like an afterthought.

"Sir," They had muttered, facing the ground.

"How far are you planning to go for me?" He couldn't help but bark out the question--even the combat-focused footsoldiers hesitate to kill, yet this one did so without warning.

"From Celestia to the Abyss, I will follow you, my lord." They did not move or stutter, and Scaramouche didn't say anything after.

A while later and he notices a vision on their hip, dangling like a precious gem that taunts him. When he asked the recruit about it, they merely shrugged and said they got it one night before bed. He couldn't read their expression (that mask was starting to irritate him, for reasons he couldn't understand,) and clenched his fists as they wandered off with their daily dose of paperwork, intent to finish their work quickly. He doesn't speak about the vision again, and neither does the recruit, both content to ignore the divine gift of elemental power. He catches them looking at it every now and then, examining it like an infant does with a new toy, before letting go of it and turning away as if embarrassed. He catches himself smiling in those moments.

Shortly after, he gets tasked with something in the Abyss (likely just collecting samples for Dottore's disgusting experiments, or trying to figure out something about the stars,) and the recruit dumbly follows him. They almost begged to come with him, repeatedly asking until he caved. In the Abyss, they didn't show their suffering. They were only human, not to mention the vision on their side reacted violently to all things Abyssal (sometimes it would scare the warped creatures off, but most of the time it would backfire on them and unleash bursts of elemental energy through their body--he doesn't blame them for biting their lip open in their attempts to swallow the screams,) and the Abyss slowly seeped into their skin. When the group got back to Teyvat, the recruit wasn't the same.

Dottore appeared on Scaramouche's doorstep one day, grinning like a shark and with a proposition on his tongue. His recruit was suffering from side effects and the taller man wanted to try an experimental treatment on them. If it worked, the soldier would be good as new, if not better, and could continue to serve. Scaramouche pondered for a second, faintly remembering how all the other experiments of Dottore's ended up, before shaking the thought and agreeing to hand the recruit over to the doctor. The recruit was useful, sure, but he had plenty of other subordinates like that. They weren't special. They cast him one last glance before following the doctor into his lab. In the time they were gone, something felt hollow in Scaramouche. He found himself looking to his side, where they'd stand, only to find it empty.

Years passed and they never returned, and he slowly got used to the absence. He once asked Dottore about the progress, but the doctor merely showed his sharp teeth and chuckled, saying something about serums taking time to work. Scaramouche didn't believe him, but he didn't care enough to chase the absolute folly in that logic (or, maybe he did care? He doesn't know why he would've asked otherwise, his recruits go missing all the time and he's never batted an eye before.) He didn't ask again and eventually went out of his way to start ignoring the doctor. He only began to listen to Dottore again when the blue-haired menace began talking about rebuilding Scaramouche as a god, just as he was meant to be. He hasn't been this excited in a long time (something still feels off, like he's missing something important.)

In Dottore's Sumeru lab, during the time he spent fixing his body to ready it for divinity, Scaramouche wandered into a giant room filled with tubes glowing a sickly gold. Monsters were trapped inside every one, each with horrific disfigurations in their bodies. They didn't look like anything he came across in the Abyss, but some seemed similar. He glanced at all the ones he came across, only stopping when he saw a familiar name on one of the tanks. A beast, far more coherent and humane than the rest, floated idly inside the large tube. Dottore's awful grin grew larger at the pit stop, also gazing at the creature caught in the ugly liquid. The doctor rattled on about how this ex-recruit is the best experiment he's had so far, but he's been unable to replicate such a perfect result since. Something in Scaramouche shifted, akin to fear.

He visited that specific test tube often, often pressing his hand against the glass and taking in the sight of the monster. It was distorted, too warped to properly be called ex-human and still sound sensible, with claws and teeth to maim, its inhuman feet inches above the tube's flooring, and its old vision glowing brightly from under its skin as the element curls around them. It never responded to him or his words, sitting in the fluid like a corpse that was put on display. He eventually had to leave, he always did, but he would always come back. Meeting with the slumbering beast kept him rushing through the experiment as the doctor's painful procedures rung through him day after day. Dottore took notice of Scaramouche's fascination, and offered to let him have it as a pet once he arose again as a god. Scaramouche didn't think twice.

The day before his ascension, the beast finally responded to his prodding from beyond the tube's barrier. It opened its eyes and acknowledged him (it looked at him, and he felt like it knew the secrets of the universe--they were just as mysterious as he remembers them to be. He never smiled wider, nor did he cry so much.) Dottore had come soon after to check on the tube, making sure the beast wasn't violent and was strong enough to exit the tube soon. He prattled off about perhaps easing it out of the liquid so it could learn to walk properly, but Scaramouche was too busy pressing his hands against the glass to pay attention (and their distorted hands pressed back.) He had to leave eventually to be set up for his day of divinity, but he kept his eyes on the beast as it watched him exit.

When he properly ascended, he didn't expect the beast to be there, waiting for him on the sidelines of his grand arena within its great tube. The traveler appeared and wholly ignored them, and they merely kept watch as the blond outlander fought him. When the traveler triumphed, he fell out of the mecha holding him, his eyes wide open as he reached for his heart that had been stolen from him once again. He expected to die like that--to crack his head open on the ground and nobody in the vicinity to care as he bleeds his non-human yet non-divine blood. However, the shattering of glass filled the room and the beast leaped at him. A flurry of panic filled him, worried he also angered whatever they were to him anymore. That one damn recruit, that one almost-friend, that one sacrifice.

The beast took him in their arms and landed nearby, cradling him comfortably as they slowly lowered him to the ground. He stared at them blankly, almost shocked that they didn't take this chance to betray him as well. He expected them to open those monstrous jaws and bite his head off as mercilessly as they used to kill other traitors, or at least just calmly watch as he fell to his death just like they used to with his other subordinates that disobeyed. But, they caught him. Held him and admired him the same way they used to do with their vision--a shiny, beautiful gift from powers far beyond them. Their element pricks and bites at his skin as he embraces the creature's touch, wrapping his arms around their neck and hugging them. The beast freezes, only to let out what sounds like a sigh and hug him back. He doesn't hold back the tears.

"Why? Why did you save me?" Scaramouche wept as he clung to them, burying his face in whatever mess of a neck they had left.

"From Celestia to the Abyss," They began, the sound of their voice wholly unknown but deeply familiar, "I will follow you, my lord."

He hiccupped and held onto them tighter. For a second time, Scaramouche did not say anything after.

pls help I am so not used to making things fit the Tumblr style 😭 anyways sorry if there's any errors or dramatic drop in quality near the end, I was literally fighting to stay awake in the second half of my shift when I was making this

#genshin x reader #gn reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin angst #fatui reader #Biblically accurate Dottore #monster transformation #soft gore warning

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