A Collection of Caraval Oneshots {Fanfic}

A Deck of Crimsion Blood

Prompt: Can you do a fic where something happens to Scarlett. Where either she does or gets hurt? I know it's werid but I like dark fics or a fic with protective Julian? Thanks

I don't have the heart to write the death of everyone's favorite shade of red... but I can terribly injure her the point of disputable unending agony...

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For fun.

Also I'm sorry my hiatus lasted so long. I've had writers block and even now I'm writing this through it.

Also I speak a bit of French (don't worry it's in English too, and I'm not from France)

Timeline: Post Finale
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Tous les mensonges et la tromperie ont filtré leur chemin à travers le cœur de Scarletts.

Une lame de fer a captivé sa lumière dans le crépuscule insignifiant du soleil couchant.

Flottant une vague d'agonie plus profondément dans un rituel de destin entrelacé avec le destin le plus sombre.

La laissant se demander

Si l'émerveillement était réel

**~~~~**

   All lies and deceit filtered their way through Scarletts' heart.

An iron blade captured its light in the insignificant twilight of the setting sun.

Floating a wave of agony deeper in a ritual of destiny intertwined with darker fate.

Leaving her wondering

If the wonder was real

**~~~~**

Scarlett lifted her bloody head up.

   She lay in an unfamiliar room.

   Clandestine echos of haunting voices sounded through the room as red liquid continued to trickle down her forehead. Her vision, though still spotted, returned slowly.

   Solid stone walls beckoned the worst of souls around her. Scraping its grey aura around the wind in the chamber. The floor was made of unabstintine groundings, calling fate that wished her closer.

   Her fear fluttered off her in shades of disarray Scarlett knew only she could see.

   A heavy weight pressed down on her tan skin, the it looked more grey in the unfavorable candlelight. It took more effort than it should for her to turn her head and lay it on the hard ruff wall. Only for Scarlett to narrow her swallow eyes as large iron chains attached to her, holding her in place.

   Then the scent hit her.

   The smell of her father.

   A odor she should not be able to collect.

The governor opened the iron door, witnessing his step daughter basked in red. He leaned steadily with his arm laced on the wall as his eyes coated themselves in amusement.

"Enjoying your punishment, daughter?"

Scarlett looked up and met his sinister stare, "I am no mans daughter".