The Compass leads back to you
Pirate!Scaramouche x (Female)Reader
You miserably sulk to the music at your engagement party, more so a ball, to a man your father had arranged for you to marry. Waiting for the dreadful day to end, you hadn't anticipated seeing a face of the past. One that you had missed dearly.
Even though the music was ever so graceful, ever so soothing. It still felt all the more suffocating.
You sighed at the top of the balcony near the stairs gazing at the many guest waltzing about in their grand outfits. They were here for you and your fiance's engagement.
Away from the eyes of others you eyed your sooned to be husband, greeting the many alliances that he'll gain once you've married. Your father a very powerful man, the one who arrange this marriage in the first place, is a force to be reckoned with.
You'd would know, you were quite the rebellious child in your teen years. You couldn't help but smile at the memories that came flooding in.
"Are you that happy to be engaged?-" A condescending tone reached your ears. You watched as a familiar figure, one you thought you never see again, appear from the shadow. It was as if he knew you were thinking of him.
His violet hair had gotten longer, and his matching colored eyes gotten sharper. Though he had obviously matured, the boy you first met was still there. Your heart started to heat up, but you maintained your composure on the outside.
"And here I thought all this time you missed me" He stepped closer to where you stood at the edge of the railing. You could smell the sea on his dark brown attire paired with his infamous tricorne hat and the hanging bell he keeps attached to it.
"Scaramouche" you softly spoke.
He tilted his hat in response along with the smirk you remember he often did.
"In the flesh" he lifted your right gloved hand and gently placed a kiss. You allowed him to, and it had brought you to your senses.
"You shouldn't be here, matter in fact why even are you here? If my father catches a sight of you-"
"Relax, princess", your eye twitched at the name.
"I'm serious." You said showing your urgency as you stared him down.
He laughed as he gazed down the balcony as you once were mere mintues ago. You followed his eyes at a particular light blued haired man. "A Kamisato. Can't say I'm surprised at your father's choice."
"Ayato is a wealthy man, from a wealthy family. My father chose well."
Scaramouche's eyes grew dull at the words that came out of your mouth. "First name basis already, you must love him!" He bitterly said.
You tisked in annoyance at his comment. He knew. He knew you didn't love the man. And it felt like he was making fun of you for the fake act, all for your father's sake.
"What do you want. Here to steal some jewels? Money? A family heirloom?" You jabbed at him.
It took you second to understand the words that came out his mouth, that you hadn't realized you avoided his eyes. And how sincere they were.
You scoffed out in defense. "It's been a year since we've seen each other. And the last time we saw each other we almost gotten each other killed. You need to leave."
Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your dismissive response. "Last time, your father got in the way-"
"Your point is?" You cut him off.
"My point is, we had fun together. Don't you remember? We were free. Free from this cursed world, freed from people who tired to chain us down to their ideals"
You could see the temper in Scaramouche voice rising. (A skill you gained from the years of experiencing his hot headness). You forcibly dragged him, though he didn't fight back, to a more secluded and shaded area, away from prying eyes.
"Yes, because killing, stealing, committing crimes to get such freedom is justified" You sarcastically whispered.
Scaramouche laughed as he leaned in, playing with your hair. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy the ride."
He sighed at the expression of a kicked puppy you had on. "You loved the sea. The crew. Now look at you-
"-Beautiful as ever, even while chained."
You roughfully pushed him away from you. "Have you come here just to taunt me? Ridicule me?"
"I'm here to save you. Just as you've done to me all those years ago."
"So tell me-" He got closer to you, catching your arms to prevent you from pushing him away. "Tell me that you love that Kamisato skunk. Tell me that you love the life your father written out for you. Tell me that you don't want me. Tell me that you don't love me." He leaned his head ontop of yours. "And then I'll leave", he was desperate, and that's when you made a connection that things never really changed between you two.
You remember when you first met him. It was at the black market downtown, and you being a disobedient child had ran away from home. You just so happened to run into the most wanted pirate in the area, and he so willingly allowed you to hitch a ride in his ship. For a reason even he didn't know as to why.
But what you both didn't know was how much fun you'd have together. And oh, how much he brought out the bad side of you. A princess stealing?
Partners in crime you both were. You as the beautiful distraction, charming your victims. All while Scaramouche was in the shadows whisking away anything of valuable.
Though things got ugly. You had each other. And oh, how you brought out the good side in him. So much so that it terrified him. Terrified him so much that no matter how hard he wanted to run away. He couldn't bring himself to do so.
He always felt he was missing something in his life. The amount of gossip he couldn't escape from. A failure of a child prodigy. Unwanted by his mother. He started to believe what people said about him that he acted like it. A heartless fool. He created a new identity from the stories that his origins were no longer remembered by others.
A cycle of pain he found himself in, that he decided to distract by committing crimes against these high ranked individuals. For years he did this until it led him to you.
"You know I love you." You confess, voice shakey as you were in the brink of tears. "But I can't bare to see you get harmed again because of my f-"
The second he heard the words he longed to fall out your mouth, he smashed his lips onto yours. Rough like his personality but the touch of his hand on the side of you face and waist were soft just as his love for you. You reciprocated the kiss. For how long have you waited to be near him? To touch him once again. Your were so lost in the moment you didn't noticed when he slipped out your engagement ring from your left hand.
He slowly back away, his eyes lingering on your lips clearly wanting more.
"Your a hard lady to please. You don't need to worry about your father. Where we're going is somewhere he'll never be able to reach."
If you thought your heart was racing before it doesn't compare to how much it was racing now. It was so fast you thought it'd rip out of your chest.
It was just like the first time you escaped from home. The same adrenaline rush was flowing through your veins. The thought of escaping had you wanting to laugh both out of joy and nervousness. And the fact that your now with him. Your wanted criminal.
"With that look on your face, it seems like I finally made you come to your senses. To think all it took was kiss to do so" he smugly said. "Should I do it more often?"
"Just get us out of here idiot."
"But ofcourse, princess" you yelped as he picked you up to carry you in bridal style.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Scaramouche laughed at your spark of attitude His mind fluttered as he sees the girl he first met.
"Well sweetheart, we are going to be running. And as far as I remember you've never been a good runner" he starts walking with you in his arms back into the light.
"Yeah, yeah whatever, hey what are you-?"
Scaramouche throws a jewel you quickly see was your engagement ring down the balcony.
The sound of it reaching and cracking into the ground alerted the people as it reached the foot of Kamisato Ayato. To which he rapidly made eye contact to Scaramouche. You saw him flick his eyes back forth to you and him. He understood the whole situation, his hand gripping the handle of his sword laying on his waist.
Scaramouche smiled in a sense of victory at Kamisato's silent fury. You tightly grapsed onto Scaramouche's neck as you tsked at his petty antic. Guards charging up the stairs yelling out to halt and to surrender, both which Scaramouche will not do. Scaramouche took this as the time to start running as he secured the grip he had on you.
"You just had to get the last word didn't you."
"Can you blame me? He thought he could have you."
