I dare you to [Scaramouche x reader]

Discrepancy

This arrogant bastard.. This insolent foolish fatheaded cunt. He send you back to the kitchen for apparently "cold" food.

This somehow alarmed you, it was unclear if this was an act of mockery or a pretext. What if he would inform the other Harbingers about your whereabouts. He himself told you that they figured who was behind the murder.

"Wow this time you brought back unbroken plates. What a development." One of the servants who was waiting for you giggled.

"Mh he wants other food." You mumbled. "I won't be the one serving him this time." The servant looked disappointed but did not protest. They were already more than happy that you tried your luck the first time.

"I am too tempted to spit on his food as well." You 'joked'.

Meanwhile, Pantalone was looking out of the window smirking to himself. You, appearing at his mansion was just horrendously funny to him. He just played along thinking to himself how astonishing stupid you were.

He was longing for you playing the role of a servant for some days then execute you to rub his victory into Scaramouche's face.

A knock on his door interrupted his daydreaming. "Finally took you long enough with my food." To his surprise Scaramouche entered through the door followed by two of Pantalone's agents who tried to stop him.

"Are you by any chance stupid, Regrator?!"

Pantalone rolled his eyes. "I was about to have my breakfast what do you want."

Scaramouche scoffed. "I don't care about your stupid breakfast you should have informed me about her whereabouts.

Pantalone looked surprised, not expecting Scaramouche to know that you were in his mansion.

"Don't look at me like that, did you really think that I don't have loyal agents among your ranks?" Scaramouche dropped papers onto the table. "What's worse, they can't find her anymore, seems like she caught wind about my appearance here."

Pantalone walked to the table taking the papers into his hands sitting down.

"Why did you bring the protocol of Tartaglia's death?"

"Tsaritsa's order, I didn't read them, might have something to do with finances.. it's also stated that his family was killed as well."

Pantalone looked up from the papers. Eying Scaramouche's annoyed expression.

"What did she tell you that you didn't turn her in immediately? Are you really this stupid to believe her sweet lies?" Scaramouche bent over the table temped to grab Pantalone's collar.

"Stupid? You say she deceived me? I was acting upon my own amusement." Pantalone got up from the chair. "Aren't you familiar with this, Scaramouche. Doing everything besides following orders?"

The tension in the air was suffocating, both Harbingers almost tweaking. Scaramouche didn't say a word in return.

"And let me tell you, it was fun watching her wander around like a lost puppy thinking she fooled someone." Pantalone dropped the papers onto the table. Scaramouche however still remained silent frowning.

"You are awfully silent Balladeer, doesn't fit you at all. Don't act as if I don't know about your escapades."

Scaramouche knew that arguing about this was pointless since he himself was in deep trouble if Pantalone told Pierro everything out of spite.

"You are aware that both of us would face severe consequences if anyone brought this topic up to Pierro." He ignored all previous attempts of trying to rill him up pointing at the two agents behind Pantalone who shuddered.

Pantalone turned around with an irritated smile, a little bit annoyed that Scaramouche changed the topic.

"Don't take it tooo personal but it seems that your time serving the Fatui has come to an end, my agents."

One agent pulled down her mask. "Please Lord Pantalone I won't tell anyone, I am loyal!" She was shaking holding onto her mask. "I never disappointed you sir, please don't kill me!"

Behind her mask was a youthful face, a young woman not older than 19.

Scaramouche smirked staring at Pantalone's subordinates. "Who said he will kill you, don't be foolish." The woman's expression shifted to a relieved smile.

"What are you smiling at? You will kill your self." He pointed at a musket in the corner of the room.

Terrified the other agent stepped in-front of the girl. "Please spare her, she is so young." He got on his knees begging both Harbingers.

"Fine." Pantalone sighed. "If she really wants to live she should be able to shoot you, blood on her hands will keep her silent."

The other agent did not respond, the girl however started crying and dropped to the ground next to the agent. "I can't.. I truly can't." She sobbed.

The agent took a deep breath placing his hand on her back. "Do it for me, I would be happy if you are the one holding the gun."

Scaramouche walked over to the musket handing it to the girl. "Go on or Pantalone might rethink his generous words. If it was me both of you would be lying on the floor.

"Please." The agent whispered pulling the girl up. With shaking hands she adjusted the weapon.

"Wait." Scaramouche interrupted her. "You." He pointed at the man. "Pull down your mask as well, look her in the eyes, let her remember your face forever."

"Isn't that a little bit over the top, Scaramouche?" Pantalone rolled his eyes.

The agent still revealed his face. He was not the youngest but would have 20 years left to live.

Those tears blinded the girl, she was not able to see clearly. Only blurred silhouettes of the two Harbingers and the agent who happened to be her father.

Was she aware that the one in front of the gun was her missing father? She was not and would never find out. He was merely a friendly 'old' man to her who always helped her out.

The sound of the musket being fired filled the room. She dropped the weapon to the ground whipping her eyes not being able to look if she missed him.

Scaramouche walked in front of her. Both of them had the same height. When she opened her eyes she saw a gun pointed at her. "I never said I supported Pantalone's methods."

He pulled the trigger.

Notes:

I cutely say hi, was gone for such a long time that most probably forgot about this fanfic LMAO