ᴍy ᴄʟᴇᴍᴀᴛɪꜱ [Scaramouche x reader]

Prologue : The day of the accident

The silence. No one dared to speak in the face of the carnage that unfolded before their eyes. One of the soldiers quickly turned around to vomit his guts, the spectacle was so unbearable to him, others did the same a few seconds later. You did not move, you looked at the ground covered with blood little by little. It wasn't yours.

Your mother tried to raise her arm towards you, without success, which fell loosely on her pierced abdomen. She let out one last moan before releasing her body for good. You stood there, in the middle of the rest of your deceased family, your little brothers still lying on the ground, one choking on his blood, le the others tried in vain to stay awake while staring at you with a look more hateful than any they had ever given you in your life. Your older sisters were already dead, no doubt their questionable diet had weakened them so much that they hadn't survived long. Only your father remained, in front of you, trying to step back from his murderous daughter. Despite being impaled by your sword, he still had enough strength to move the furthest away from you. It was to be expected coming from a former adventurer.

"I curse you and the god who gave you to us! If you hadn't been here, everything would have been much easier! You are a curse! A traitor! A murderess!"

Your gaze was neutral, his words were nothing new. He was right, and you had understood that for years. Before he got too far, you blocked his leg with your heel to keep him in place. He whined. You positioned your sword at the side of his neck.

"You're right, father. So I might as well finish what I'm here for. After that, none of you will humiliate me like this anymore. But remember, it's all your fault, yours and mother's. Our family could have been happy if you had just done what you were told. This is your punishment."

His angry and hateful look turned into a scared face. You could see that fear tugged at his stomach, or at least what was left of it. He wanted to go as far as possible, he wanted to stay away from you, but your foot prevented him from moving. One last time you repositioned your sword, gaining momentum, before slitting his throat as cleanly as possible. A cry echoed among the Fatui soldiers. Many of them were shocked at the scene. They hadn't signed up for it. Even if it was necessary to be ruthless in their ranks, they did not imagine having to watch this kind of thing. Some looked at their superior, waiting for the order to eliminate you on the spot or to arrest you, but nothing happened. Scaramouche looked at you with an unhealthy smirk, he probably greatly appreciated the spectacle that unfolded before his eyes. Tartaglia seemed very troubled. With a blank stare, he looked at the blood that continued to spill onto the floor. You made your sword disappear behind your back, not taking my eyes off the lifeless bodies of your entire family. A painful lump had formed in your stomach, despite that, you swallowed your disgust to turn to the Harbingers, who seemed both shocked, angry, and amused. Quickly you rebuilt your unbothered young girl facade.

"I have a request for you!"

The Harbinger Pantalone raised an eyebrow while keeping his air of hypocrite.

"We'll see if it's reasonable. I'm listening."

"The fact that my family is dead does not change that they owe you an unpaid debt. But if the Milleliith learn that I murdered my parents and siblings, the inheritance will never be mine and I will never pay that debt."

"I think I understand what you mean."

"If you help me cover up the murder of my family and make me acquire the inheritance, I will pay the debt and even more if necessary. Money does not interest me anyway."

"That seems reasonable to me. We'll take three million moras more than your debt. But what are you going to do next? You're almost out of money and have no family or friends."

"I would like to join you."

The banker looked surprised.

"Join us? After you were kidnapped and threatened with a ransom?"

"You did what was necessary to punish those who owed you money. You just hit the wrong target by taking me hostage. It was not personal so I don't see why I should hold a grudge against you. ."

"Well if that is your wish, you will join our ranks as an officer in the Balladeer's division."

One of the soldiers was indignant at what he had just heard.

"As an officer?! It takes years just to get to the rank of sergeant and you want to rank her that high! Why not make her a Harbinger while we're at it?!"

Other soldiers nodded.

"Don't argue with my orders, please. And I have no right to grant Harbinger's post so easily, anyway, we are already full, and we cannot yet affirm his loyalty to the Tsaritsa as well as her skills. I hope you will understand Miss Y/n."

"I understand perfectly, I will be content with my rank without difficulty."

"Well, I don't think we need to sit around talking like this anymore. Soldiers! Clean up this mess before the smell invades the establishment."

The horrified poor soldiers reluctantly agreed. As all the diplomats left the room, Scaramouche approached you.

"Okay, follow me now".