𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

Pov Y/n :

Quickly, quickly... Run away, far, far away from them...
I had been running for about twenty minutes, as fast as I could.
I was running for my survival, to avoid being decapitated by the two men who were chasing me.
Dottore, Pierro, you have always been good friends to me... How can you draw a line under all those moments spent with me...
and want to kill me today, only for this woman...

I kept running, this time into the snowy woods of Snezhnaya. The stones on the ground hurt my feet, but I had to force myself to run.
I couldn't stop, not until I saw her again.

Scaramouche, I don't want to be one of the people chasing you... You're the only person I really care about, so...

I want to join you.

I tripped over a root I hadn't seen and fell to the cold, wet ground.
The two men after me caught up with me and I had to get up quickly to dodge Dottore's attack.

I could no longer escape, the fight was inevitable. But...
I was never taught to fight, only to defend myself if necessary...

I won't win this fight, that's for sure... Maybe I can try to take one of them to the grave with me... Dottore, I have to kill him. So that Scaramouch doesn't have to fight him...
But with this in me, I doubt I can use my powers properly...

I was brought out of my thoughts by a laugh that chilled my blood. Dottore came dangerously close to me, his weapon in hand.

<<So Y/n, not so proud now?" he said, a sadistic smile appearing on his face.

He who had so often spoken to me with kindness, took care of me...

But that was only because the Tsarista is my adoptive mother... Now that I have betrayed the Fatuis, I am only a danger to them. If I were to tell the other Archons or the leaders of the other cities about their plans and shenanigans, my value would be a problem...
And above all, they want it back...

-Dottore, please let me explain... It is my Mother who is wrong, she-

-But who says we're trying to find out who's right and who's wrong? We are just following orders, and our main order is to protect our Tsarista. Pierro says to me, preparing an attack.

I did not add anything, praying that Tartaglia would not be like them and try to kill me. Pierro attacked me first, injuring my right arm, but I could see that he would not use all his strength against me.

Maybe in memory of our past friendship?

I dodged the next attacks, then erected a barrier of ice to separate me from the two men facing me. I pushed ice stalactites out of the ground, slightly injuring their legs, and froze the leaves on the ground to prevent them from walking or running as fast as they would have liked.

-I may die today, but you will not leave unscathed ! I intend to kill one of you, so that he doesn't have to !

Deep down I was afraid, afraid that my life would end without telling him how I felt about him. Afraid that my death would be in vain, that he too would be killed one day.
But...

I refuse to give up, I want to live and if I have to live it will be by his side!

-You're very talkative today, Y/n. You're always so discreet, afraid of disturbing people. Pierro said to me, breaking the barrier I had erected a few minutes earlier.

-I never pretended to be terse, and if I didn't speak it was simply because I had nothing to say to you. I have nothing to say to people who want the man I love dead! I will kill you, all of you... So that he never has to get his hands dirty again... I spat, faxing ice blades around me.

I threw two blades, which went right next to Dottore's feet. He laughed out loud, thinking I had missed, but calmed down when he realised that his legs were freezing. Ice spread from the blades that had stuck into the earth, turning everything around them into ice.

The process is much slower than usual, probably because of this thing, it must be interfering with my powers...

I created a spear with ice, then stuck it in Dottore's throat, cutting his carotid artery. Even though the bleeding caused by the rupture of the artery was enough to kill the executioner, I froze him with my last strength.

Even if he doesn't care, for me these moments with them count. So I won't kill him by letting him suffer...

I sighed, relieved to have neutralized one of my two pursuers, but felt a sharp pain in my ribs.

-Huh? Some... Blood?" I breathed out, touching the spot where the pain was coming from.

My hand was indeed covered with the red liquid that filled my veins.
I looked at my ribs and saw a large gash running from my side to the base of my chest.

I slid to the floor in increasing pain and began to spit blood into my left hand, the other used to compress my wound.

-Sorry, Y/n. But I have to kill you and get it back, it's my duty. You... Have been a good friend. But even with all my good will, I can't let you live. Pierro began, pressing a dagger against my neck.
Y/n, adopted daughter of our Tsarina, I sentence you to death for high treason, attempted murder of our Archon and flight with-

-AS IF I WERE GOING TO LET YOU KILL HER ! shouted a voice I knew all too well.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and a thin smile came to my lips as I slowly sank into unconsciousness.

So you came...

Chapter 1- End.

Heya !
I hope there are not too many translation mistakes :')

It's so nice to translate one of her works! I feel like a real author like those who publish their book in paper format (even if it's a fanfiction ahah)
Have a nice day, afternoon or evening!