𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒 | ✧ scaramouche x reader (on hold)

1: The apprenticeship

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"This is the girl?"

"Yes. She may not look like much but she really surprised us with her skills on the battlefield. She also has great negotiating skills and is quite obedient, a trait I know you hold in high regard. you name anything, she'll most likely do it."

Scaramouche raised his eyebrows as he let dottore continue on his little speech about Scaramouches newly appointed assistant.

Honestly, Scaramouche never thought he'd ever get an assistant. He had no need for one, and the assistant was certainly better off not working that close under him. And yet, The Doctor had taken it upon himself to find The Balladeer an assistant.

The Doctor's reasons for this were unknown, and he clearly intended to keep his intentions hidden. Really no use in trying to find out why, then.

Scaramouche flipped through his new assistants documents and info and stopped at an already signed paper.

"She's already signed up? Don't I get a say in this?"

"Well, normally yes. But knowing you, you'd probably say no immediately and since I want to observe how you fare with someone who's not another harbinger working closely with you, the Tsaritsa went and signed her up."

Ah, so that's why he wanted scaramouche to have an assistant.

Scaramouche sneered at him, but before he could try and say anything, the colgate haired man leaned over to point at the document. More specifically, at the Tsaritsas signature.

"It's rare for the Tsaritsa to sign an approval sheet herself, normally she just has The Jester do it, so she must think you two will be perfect together." Dottore let out a slightly manic laugh. "That or she thinks the girl is sturdy enough to endure the abuse you will surely put her through."

"She thinks wrong." Scaramouche said, but then turned his attention to the problem at hand. "So, essentially she's like a dummy? I can do whatever I want to her?" Scaramouche glanced at her picture in the corner of the documents. Her pretty face could use some bruises. And if I have to go through with this stupid experiment of Dottores, I might as well humour him. This is absolutely nothing compared to what he usually does, and it could work out in my favour as well.

"Well, technically yes. Though... keep her alive for the first month at least. If I find out you killed her before I give you permission, there will be grave consequences." Dottore said, smiling at Scaramouche innocently.

Scaramouche glared at him, but didn't say anything just yet.

"It will be a test of sorts, if you don't like her at the end of the month for whatever reason and if she's still alive,  just give her to me and I'll.. take care of her." Dottore said, obviously thinking that after a month or two he'll be sick of her. Which he probably would be.