━━━ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
❝ she's like cupid,
yet she can rip your
heart out with that
pretty smile of her's ❞
━━━ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
❝ she's anything but a damsel in distress - yet she calls herslef ᵈᵃᵐˢᵉˡᵉᵗᵗᵉ ❞
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three ; till death
TO THE YOUNG MAIDEN, SIGNORA had always been in her mind. Signora's eyes at least. They were an interesting shade, so naturally Y/n wanted to add it to her collection.
She befriended the woman with sweet words and sugary compliments, and soon, according to Signora, they became inseparable. Till one night, Signora announced something.
"Y/n," Signora said with a smile. Y/n stared into her eyes."Yeah?" She asked, while stuffing her face with strawberries and tarts. "This is my lover." A man stepped in the room, wearing a kind smile.
However despite the smile, Y/n's eyes narrowed. The man had glanced at her one second longer than he should've.
Poor Signora. Her lover wasn't all that loyal. "Of course. Lovely to meet you, Signora's lover. Call me Damselette."
Signora glared at Y/n. The man, startled, blinked several times. "I was told you were called Y/n."
"Nonsense!" Y/n said cheerfully, clapping her hands together. "Anyways, Signora, congratulations!"
Signora gave a tight smile. "Thank you."
She knew Y/n only introduced herself as 'Damselette' if she didn't like them. Meaning; next day, no day.
Y/n hummed, cleaning her sword with a handkerchief. "His blood tastes foul." She mused, as she carefully placed a set of cerulean eyes in a glass container flooding with fluid.
She visited Signora's house to meet her sobbing. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Signora?" She asked.
Signora's eyes were filled with glassy tears."He died..." Y/n knitted her brow together.
"Who?" She questioned, sitting down and running her hand through Signora's shiny blonde locks comfortably, an attempt to soothe the crying woman.
Signora buried her face into Y/n's lap, before calming down. "M-my lover." She managed to say.
As she listened to Y/n's calming song, she fell into sleep, holding her arms around Y/n. She had been so entranced in Y/n's voice, she didn't notice a knife behind her back.
Scaramouche gave a look toward Y/n kneeling beside a coffin decorated luxuriously while placing her head on it.
She hummed a lovely ballad, placing a beautiful mask that resembled a dove's wings on herself as she sang. Her alluring magenta eyes stared into a container, with a pair of eyes.
"Whoever did you kill this time?" Scaramouche sighed, peering at the maiden. She seemed pleased with herself, yet at the same time, disgusted.
"Signora. And her lover." Scaramouche's mouth arched into a small smile. Good. He was planning on killing Signora anyway, for taking away Y/n.
But he feinted a worried look. "Really?" His voice was so thick of sarcasm Y/n rolled her eyes.
"Don't look kind, Scara, it doesn't suit you." She replied, getting up from the coffin.
"Why did you even kill her anyway?" Scaramouche asked, ignoring her comment.
He was curious. Y/n had loved Signora so much, all she did was talk about her all day. It was a surprise Scaramouche hadn't murdered Signora.
"You taught me it," Y/n hummed. "If you can't have it, no one can."
Y/n awoke in cold sweat, panting. She noticed Scaramouche lying next to her, indigo eyes glaring into her's. "What happened?"
"After you knocked out the pig for the second selection, you got knocked out too. It appears because of us staying at the sewage place so long, I lost track of time. It was February 8th."
Y/n stiffened, before hugging Scaramouche. "Thank you," she sniffed. Every year on her birthday, she would fall into a long slumber. It was an unknown phenomenon.
"For what?" Scaramouche asked, running circles across her back, calming her down. After her slumber, she would act like her true self, beneath the teasing and egotistical mask.
The true Y/n was nothing like the charade she played. Real Y/n was crazy, emotional, and completely his.
"Being such a good friend for me, even if I always want your eyeballs," Y/n managed to joke, and Scaramouche sighed.
"We're on an airship right now," he explained, "Apparently, we're redoing the second test."
Y/n had fainted during the original test, and Scaramouche had almost wanted to kill everyone on the spot when Killua carried her back in his arms, Gon worryingly explaining toward Scaramouche how she had fainted.
"I see," Y/n sighed, rubbing her temple, "Too bad. I wanted to talk to the examiners." Scaramouche stiffened.
"Mhm." He said grumpily, gripping the bedsheets. Things would get better after they finished the Hunter Exam.
Little did he know that he would have to be stuck with Y/n's newly acquired friend a lot longer than he was prepared for.
thank you so much for all the votes! also, we're at 1k in a week ❤️❤️ pls vote and comment
btw February 8 is Opera Day! I thought it was fit for Y/n.
And you may have realized this already, But Y/n is sort of a heroine villain :)
