𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

Pdv Scaramouche :

<<You're crying because you got hurt! That's why! she declared as she gently took my hand, inspecting my wound.

Huh...? Is she serious?
Does she realise what she just thought of a harbinger ?
Or maybe... Does she really think I can't handle pain...

She got up and left my room, leaving me alone with my bloody hand.
For a few seconds, I tried to remember as best I could the sensations of her skin against mine, her sweet smell, her reassuring little caresses on my head. Then, as if taken by a burst of lucidity despite my fatigue, I remembered that I was in a towel and that she had held me, even though I was shirtless, in her arms.

My cheeks flushed and I stood up to get my clothes. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to change, because Y/n came back just then, with a small medical kit in her hand, and quickly approached me.
She put her hand on my forehead, staring at me with a worried look.

-Scarmouche, are you all right? You're red... Maybe you caught a cold in Snezhnaya... But your forehead is not particularly hot, although it is getting a little warmer... You-
Scaramouche? Scaramouche?! she said as she caught up with my body, my consciousness running away from this unusual condition.

Pdv Y/n :

I caught up with the young man, then carried him to his bed, laying him gently on it.I covered his body with the thin sheet that lay on the mattress as soft as a cake, a little embarrassed to see the person I love so scantily clad.

I reached into the medical kit and pulled out disinfectant and bandages, as well as tape specially designed not to hurt the skin when removed.

-OK, operation "Heal my angry little cabbage, Scaramouche" can begin! I declared as I gently took a small compress and soaked it in disinfectant.

I slowly ran the compress around the edges of the wound, then briefly over the sensitive area where some blood and plasma was still oozing out.
I took a small bag containing another compress, sterilised this time, and opened it. I took out the small piece of artificial cloth and put it on the abrasion, then took some tape to fix it. I put a few bandages on it, to make sure that it wouldn't come off if Scaramouche got into a fight, and then put his hand back on the bed.

I got up and went to put my first aid kit away in my room, having finished tending to his little wound.
Although I had said that he was crying because of the pain, I didn't mean it.

I'm not a fool, I know he's been through some terrible things in his life.

If he was shedding tears earlier, it was probably because of some temporary frustration or he just let his pent-up emotions come out, not controlling them.
But he's far too proud to admit it, so there's no point in trying to talk about it when he wakes up.

On the other hand, I must admit I didn't understand why he fainted...
Maybe because of fatigue?

I went back to the room of the divine electro eye bearer, and saw that he had changed his position.
He had turned on his side, wrapping himself in the blanket.

-Adorable... If only he could be this cute on a daily basis... I sighed as I sat beside him, stroking his hair.

I was about to get up and go back to my room to sleep, but fell back onto the mattress, pulled down by a hand firmly clutching the fabric of my dress.

-Hmm... Stay... the young man whispered, pulling me to him.

-Huh?! Scaramouche, you... Oh, he's still sleeping... I whispered, a little embarrassed by this more than unexpected contact.

He clung to me like a koala and nestled his head in my neck, his breath tickling my skin. He was fast asleep and, although I couldn't see him, his face was peaceful. Eventually I relaxed, overtaken by fatigue, and took the electro divine eye bearer in my arms.

Tomorrow I'd better get up before him and not talk about what happened tonight... Knowing his shitty character, he'll never want to talk about one of his weak moments again. And then...

It's still pretty embarrassing to sleep with a person of the opposite sex... Some people don't mind, but me...
I'm not used to it... Even at 19.

I fell asleep a few minutes later, gently stroking the purple guy's hair.
But what I didn't know was that he wasn't quite asleep at the time.

[Ellipse of the night - it's 5.30am]

I woke up because the little rays of sunlight coming through the window were tingling my retinas and, not wanting to burn them, I finally got up.
It was difficult, because a certain person was hanging on to me. But thanks to a lot of ingenuity, I was able to extricate myself from the arms of the former executioner without waking him.

I left for the kitchen, determined to prepare a breakfast worthy of the name with the few provisions I had bought the day before in a small shop on the corner of the neighbouring street, after entrusting my clothes to the fairy fingers of the young seamstress.

I should apologize, I had taken her for a man... Well, she's so nice that she won't hold it against me! On the other hand, she's so small, it's amazing for her age! She must be the size of a 6 or 7 year old child.

I started to peel the fruit and cut it into pieces, placing them in small ramekins made of pure white porcelain, then I prepared a cake batter.

Pancakes, a very popular snack among the people of Fontaine, according to one of my books. It was also said that it was a foreigner who had brought the recipe from his village and that he had become a great chef and had made a fortune in Fontaine thanks to pancakes.

Pdv Scaramouche :

I woke up slowly, then lifted my chest and looked at the ray of light coming from under the door of my room, attracted by a sweet smell.

Then, as if taken by a burst of lucidity, I remembered the day before.

I blushed as early as that, ashamed that I had lured a pure young woman like Y/n into my bed, and prayed to the Archons - even if I had betrayed one - that she would not run away from me after that.

Please don't let me say anything too embarrassing...

I got up, put on a pair of dark purple shorts and a white cotton short-sleeved top, and left my room.
I saw my Y/n sitting on the floor with a knife in her hand and a large stain of... blood? On her dress.

I hurried to her and sat down beside her, taking her pulse.

-Y/n, can you hear me?! What did this to you?! I asked, struggling to hide my anxiety.

-Scara'... The... It's the...>>

Chapter 7 - End

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