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❛ it's fine , we're fine. just be cool ! ❜ yeah , it's @bykori that deserves those words. it isn't herself , that's totally freaking out. it wasn't like what happened was exactly their faults. it was just a prank, that's all. a harmless , fun prank. and hey , weren't they all better off now ? without max running around bullying everyone ( and dirtying dreams ) , the world felt like an entire different place.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ "unwanted" MATRIMONY

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✧ summary to preserve the existence of y/n's clan, she is forced to wed the twenty-eighth head of the kuchiki clan—byakuya kuchiki.

✧ content warnings reader is described as a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. clanhead!reader x captain!byakuya. bleach verse au (no manga spoilers) byakuya is a noble, so they'll both be speaking as such. lowkey giving royalty au vibes. told in first POV — reader's. tropes included: arranged marriage, childhood rivals to lovers. usage of c*nt, missionary position, fingering, nipple play, praise and breeding kink, primal play, terms of endearment — blossom, my love, etc. plot with smut, fluff, and a touch of angst if you squint hard enough. lengthy, but the build up is worth it and necessary!

✧ author's note i don't have much to say, but here's to adding more bleach men to my roster. i knew i wanted to write for byakuya because that's my baby daddy, and now i finally have this idea i hope you guys enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. i would greatly appreciate it. ♡ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 I must make my days do, lazing around in my private chambers as I am bound to a marriage I wanted no parts of. Especially not with Byakuya Kuchiki. 

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

 Because I am the current and possibly the final head of the L /N Clan, I am forced to complete my duties as such. Those duties entailed me following through with my grandparents final wish: get married and keep our family name alive. 

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

 My dreams are filled with having children with a man that loves me. To extend our family and grow old together where our souls will find each other in another life. 

 However, I hadn’t planned my marriage to be an arrangement that I wasn’t aware of because of an agreement our grandfathers had prior to me being born. 

 It’s shocking, honestly. More so, ludicrous for them to think this was okay. But I just couldn’t deny my grandfather. Not when his palm was in mine, lacking its warmth that’s usually there due to his near passing. 

 I remember tears staining my cheeks and a smile gracing his when he made his final request for me. 

 That was two years ago. Now, I am married. Have been for almost a year and every day I dread my decision. 

 How could I possibly wed a man as cold as Byakuya Kuchiki? We barely speak. We sleep in separate chambers. The most we see each other is during dinner because it would be ridiculous to have the servants prepare us food at different times. But even so, the silence and tension always remains deafening.

 And to make matters worse, we have yet to consummate our marriage. 

 This is something I cannot possibly do on my own. He may or may not be attracted to me, and I am convinced to assume the latter because he never utters a look in my direction. 

 It’s shameful how he treats me. The words he spoke to me the night of our ceremony is a constant memory I do my best to forget but cannot. 

 I’m officially married. Not the way I expected to be, but what other choice do I have? Grandfather has died and I made a promise to him to marry and bear children to keep the L /N Clan everlasting. Even if that meant being forced into marriage with my childhood rival. 

 As we sit side-by-side next to each other, bowing and thanking all of our guests for their blessings, I feel the coldness radiating off Byakuya. Of course, one of us has to be graceful and fake smiles while greeting everyone, so I am left to the task. 

 Byakuya? He doesn’t hide how dissatisfied he is with how this night is going. 

 To an extent, I understand. Forcing to wed after the loss of his wife, Hisana, is not ideal. Despite it being centuries since her soul has passed, I’m almost positive the heartbreak is still present. 

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

 “Byakuya—what is the matter? Is everything alright?” I inquired. I turn to face him and await a response. 

 The squareness of his jawline catches my attention and I think how it was carved by the gods themselves. I’ve known Byakuya since we were both children, and seeing the fine man he has grown into today never ceases to amaze me. 

 His profile is… beautiful. I’m mesmerized by the softness of his pale complexion and how it contrasts with the darkness of his raven colored locks. 

 The further I stare at him, the more heat floods underneath my cheeks and my mouth watering at the sight of his beauty. 

 But when he finally speaks, all of the emotions I’ve felt have completely diminished. 

 “Do you feel no shame being forced into a marriage where your partner feels nothing for you?”

 Since then, I’ve kept my distance from him. I remember the pain that pinged my chest when processing the words that left his mouth. I remember rushing to my chambers after the ceremony and crying until it felt like a million shards of glass were piercing them. 

 Yes, I feel ashamed. But I never expected Byakuya to be so direct with me. He’s certainly not the young boy I remember growing up with. Where we would make everything into a competition. 

 Our swordsmanship. Our knowledge. Our abilities. Whatever can be turned into a challenge for us, Byakuya and I competed. 

 That led him to be a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki Clan. And me, the twenty-third head of my family. I initially wanted to enter the Shin’ō Academy along with Byakuya, but I chose to stay with my family and oversee our medicine and agriculture. 

 However, even when he entered the academy, he always made time to see me because we were friends before any juvenile competition we made. 

 So why can he not see his wrongdoings in our marriage? Could he at least try for the sake of me fulfilling my duties? 

 All that keeps me company are movements of the servants coming in and out of my chambers, along with the river that flows past my view. 

 As always, dinner is silent. 

 Byakuya has returned to the manor after attending his captain duties, and this is the only time of day where I see him. He is stripped from his formal wear and has been dressed in a simple dark blue yukata that has specks of cherry blossoms scattered across the garment. 

 If I didn’t loathe him so much, I could take my time appreciating how handsome he looks while being in the comfort of his manor. His locks are released from the kenseikan he wears that symbolizes his nobility as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. 

 I occasionally steal glances at him while he eats, and yes, while I do despise being in this forced marriage just as he does, I can’t help but be captivated by him.

 My lady parts wouldn’t allow me to deny the attraction. 

 As I watch my beloved husband, I think of all the sexual acts I would like for him to do to me. Please me in ways I could only imagine he can do. Make love to me and whisper in my ear how breathtaking I am.

 When I look at Byakuya, I think of all the times I’ve spent time with Lady Kyōraku and she tells me how madly in love she is with Captain Kyōraku. How well he treats her, and even with his demands in his new position, they spend much quality time together. 

 She even graced my ears with a few details about a picnic session they recently had where it led to activities that typically aren't done out in public.

 I wonder if my husband will ever be reckless enough to do an act as obscene as that. 

 Not likely. 

 I hate quiet, especially while we eat together. What is the purpose if no words will be spoken amongst each other? No eye contact. No going to bed together after we have finished. Why? 

 Why am I not able to be served dinner in my private chambers? Surely, I can make a request for this going forward. 

 Or… perhaps there is a different way for me to get him to speak. 

 I take a sip of my cremè sake before clearing my throat. “How did your day treat you, my lord?”

 “It was fine,” he responds, flatly. Should I be shocked that he didn’t lift his chin when speaking to me? 

 “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

 “It can wait. I’m not up for discussion at the moment.” His dismissive tone has annoyance leaching onto my flesh, and I feel like I am on the verge of exploding.

 “Perhaps it cannot. I would like to discuss something with you, my husband.” The authority in my voice grabs his attention and finally, he looks up at me and catches my hardened gaze. 

 He deeply sighs, sitting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks. “What is it?”

 “Maybe we should… begin the process of annulment.”

 His face remains calm. Expressionless, like I always remembered. Does he care enough to show a reaction to me asking for a cancellation of our marriage? 

 This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for him, so why is he taking his time to respond? 

 The longer I wait, the more his lack of response bothers me. It’s not similar to before, where the quiet was filled by the sounds of us eating and the servants coming in to check on us.

 No, it’s the silence where if he does not speak, I will make the decision for him and walk out and permanently leave the manor.

 I think of all the conversations I’ve had with Lady Rukia, his younger sister. And Renji, his lieutenant, about how I should be patient with Byaykuya. That, eventually, he will come around and warm up to me being his wife. 

 But how long?

 How long would it take for us to share a chamber? For us to act like we’re in this agreement together? For him to look at me with the same attraction I have for him?

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

 This is not the Byakuya Kuchiki I grew up with. No, I wasn’t in his life those five years he was wedded to Hisana due to my own family issues. Maybe I could’ve been there for him and witnessed his change that caused him to be so apathetic. 

 However, this cold man that sits before me… I don’t know who he is.

 “Is there someone else you’re interested in?” He finally speaks, breaking me from my musings. 

 I draw my brows together, confused at his accusation. “Are you… insinuating that I am having an affair?”

 “We’ve been wedded for a year. No acts of intimacy have been done between us. Now suddenly you—”

 “Because of you!” My voice roars, interrupting whatever nonsense that he was about to spew. 

 I refuse to allow him to put the blame on me for the stillness in our marriage. I have tried, time after time, and all I am met with is a man that constantly rejects any type of advances I attempt to provide him.

 So, I continue. 

 “I have given you a year, Byakuya,” I begin, standing over him. He looks up at me and again, his expression remains undetectable. “The day of our ceremony, I have accepted that I will be your lady, and on that night, I was prepared for consummation. But what did you do instead? Humiliate me in front of all our guests with your trivial question!”

 My chest heaves an adrenaline I haven’t felt in a while. Maybe even never, however, leave it to Byakuya to rile me up this way. 

 “If you or anyone thinks I will bear children with a man that looks at me with utter disgust, then you all are sadly mistaken.” Are my last words to him before I rush out the supper room, tears threatening to fall, reminding me of the night we wedded. 

 I feel like such a fool. Disgrace descends upon me and my mind quickly goes to my grandfather and the words he spoke to me on his deathbed. Be strong, child, and fulfill your duties as the current head of the L /N Clan. Bear beautiful children with Young Byakuya and fall effortlessly in love. 

 Oh, grandfather. What am I to do? I can no longer stand to be in this marriage. Not like this. 

 Not with Byakuya. 

 By this time already, I had returned to my chambers and began preparing for bed. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me tonight, so some sleep will do me good. 

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

 Just as I was moisturizing my body, a knock at the door interrupts my nightly routine and I immediately grow annoyed. 

 I know it isn’t one of the servants checking on me. They know when I don’t want to be bothered with. So that leaves the man that’s responsible for my current state of mind. 

 Ignore him, I say to myself. He’ll think I’m asleep and eventually leave. But no. He barges into my chambers, unannounced, and shuts the door behind him. 

 “Excuse me. I don’t recall giving you permission to en—”

 “Do you think this is easy for me?” He asks, paying no mind to my protests. “Being… married to you.”

 I turned my back to him and continued with the task I was doing before he interrupted. “Save me the boredom and keep it to yourself. No need to further remind—”

 “For a year… I have been… fighting these emotions. These… feelings that have been forming in my chest at the thought of you being my lady.” His admission shocks me… but I remain quiet and stare at him intently through my mirror and allow him to finish. “Do you wish to know how I feel about you, Lady Y/N?”

 My chest slowly heaves up and down and I hold eye contact with him. “How?” I breathed. 

 “You interfere with my routine. Daily… weekly… monthly. Just the thought of you has my mind spiraling.” He moves closer to me with every word he speaks. “A noble. A clan head such as myself, loses all sense of control with just a whiff of your scent. Your jasmine scent that drives me utterly insane. I simply cannot act with honor when I’m around you, so I purposely choose to ignore you.”

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

 “Because you are you, my lady. You may think I don’t keep my eyes on you, but I do. All day… every day. I… watch you sit by the river and simply smile at the sight of nature. From a distance, I hear how kind you are when you speak to others. It’s… enchanting.”

 I slowly release a breath and swallow a thick gulp. “So why is that you don’t speak to me? If I’m, as you stated, enchanting?”

 “Speaking is not what I wish to do with you when we are alone,” he admits. Arousal rushed between my legs at the true meaning of his statement. 

 “It is hard for me to believe that you have an attraction toward me, Lord Byakuya.” As if my words triggered him, he takes long strides to close the distance between us. 

 “Perhaps it’s because you do not look at me the way you look at others. I, too, should be questioning your attraction toward me.”

 I stand to meet with him, but fail miserably due his tall frame towering me. Still, I stand firm with my gaze. “Others such as who?”

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

 “That smile… Your eyes… The look you give him… you have never looked at me that way before. He personally delivers the newsletter to our manor, which he doesn’t have to, but he does for you.”

 “Are you… jealous? Of the small interactions I have with Hisagi a few times throughout the week?”

 It is hard for me to believe that the honorable Byakuya Kuchiki himself is getting flared up over a platonic friendship between Hisagi and I. 

 Sure, there may be a chance he feels more for me than I know, judging by how his cheeks stain a light pink color when he delivers the newsletter. 

 But in no shape or form do I feel the same way, and I would never stoop as low as stepping out in my marriage. Even if my husband treats me like I am a fly on the wall. 

 Though, now, as he stands before me, slightly flustered, nostrils flaring, and a pinched expression—Byakuya is in fact—jealous. 

 I do not know how to feel about this, but I do know it is better than the distance I was getting before. 

 “Does this,” he grabs my hand to slip between us so I can feel his hardened erection, causing me to suck in a breath, “feel like I hold no attraction to you?”

 “Byakuya,” I barely said above a hushed tone. 

 He presses his forward against mine, whispering, “Everyday… I curse myself for these feelings I have for you, to the point where I attempt to avoid you yet fail horribly because I can’t help but watch you from afar.” His hand gently runs up and down my arm, and this bit of contact burns warmth to my flesh. 

 “I feel wrong. Felt, wrong for having such feelings for you, knowing my late Hisana has passed away. I thought my heart went along with her illness, however, you returned to my life unexpectedly.”

 I lick my lips before asking, “Are you saying you… love me, my lord?”

 “I desire you, my lady. Crave you in ways that make me want to act animalistic.” His lips ghost over mine before he falls to my neck and inhales heavily. “I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to have you on my tongue. To hear you beg for me to give you more than what I am giving.”

 “My lord… please.” 

 He shushes me. “Your beauty is beyond words. I have… never seen a rich, deep, golden brown complexion such as yours. You hold yourself with grace, but I know you’re a minx underneath these silk garments.”

 He begins trailing faint kisses along my flesh until meeting with my face once more. I stare at him and take advantage of his ash-colored hues that resemble the sky on a cloudy day. 

 I don’t recall ever being this close in proximity to Byakuya. I’m enthralled by the smoothness of his skin and the color of his lips that reminds me of a thousand cherry blossoms. 

 I want to kiss him. I, too, also want to know what it feels like to have the taste of him on my tongue. Just—

 “May I kiss you, Y/N?” The octave of his voice, slightly lower than usual, breathy with a touch of desperation… it does something to my core. 

 His cheeks flush red and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It feels like this is a fantasy, a moment I thought I would only see in my dreams. He is completely vulnerable, stipped down to where he forgets the formalities and calls my name. He is like this for me because of me. 

 When he is like this–I do not loathe him.

 “You may.”

 Byakuya gently presses his mouth against mine, our lips merely touching as if he is skeptical about what he is doing. He pulls back to look at me and I know desperation is shown on my face. And I know he feels the same.

 How he engulfs my arm with his hand, applying immense pressure to show his desire for me tells me so. 

 My breaths are staggered. I’m thinking, what will he do next? Will he turn around and return to his chambers, regretting this moment ever happened? No. He does not. 

 He caresses my nose with his, breathing me in before meeting with my lips once more. 

 This time, he cuffs my face and deepens our kiss. My hands latched  onto his wrist to hold him in place because I will not allow him to show any skepticism once again. 

 Byakuya takes his time exploring my mouth, but a touch of eagerness is shown when his tongue slips inside of me to get more. Heat hums throughout my body and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs due to the lack of under garments I am not wearing. 

 Is this what it feels like to kiss him? Is it normal for my limbs to grow weak? As if he read my thoughts, he sweeps me off the ground and wraps my legs around his waist. Our heads move side-to-side in unison while we devour each other’s grunts and moans. 

 We head in the direction to my futon and ever so lightly, he lays me down and pulls away from me. 

 “Strip for me.” His order is soft but filled with dominance I can’t be anything but submissive to. 

 I untie my silk robe, slowly until it falls off my shoulders and bares my body. His eyes… where I know Byakuya to be calm and collective during battle, right now a beast rages through him, and I am his prey that he is ready to feast on. 

 My legs spread, revealing my sex that is moist beyond measure. A growl forms in the pit of Byakuya’s stomach and it spreads chills down my spine.

 He palms my breasts while gazing at me and I shudder from his touch. I could believe that this is in fact a dream, but it is not. 

 No longer than a second later, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. 

 “My lord,” I softly cried, arching my back. 

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

 “Apologies, Lady Y/N.” He leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Is there anything else you would like for me to do?”

 “Strip for me as well,” I instructed, teasingly. 

 His yukata drapes low on his hips and I am met with his slender build. Squared shoulders. A trimmed waist. And an abdomen where I would enjoy rubbing my wetness along that leads to what will bring me pleasure tonight. 

 He stands to completely remove his garments and my mouth floods at the sight of him. His groin, hard and veiny, drips liquid that I’m yearning to taste. 

 Byakuya, as expected, is well trimmed, but leaves just enough hair, perfect to my liking. 

 He’s much larger than I imagined. A size I need time adjusting to, that’s for certain. 

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

 I hum, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Perhaps.”

 The smallest chuckle, almost faint, escapes his mouth. “Perhaps…” He mocks, catching onto the lie that I uttered. 

  He kneels down before me and sucks my lower lip into his mouth while he widens my legs even further to bring pleasure to my cunt. Those slender fingers, so long and delicate, slip inside of me and I mewl at the slight intrusion. He massages my walls as if he is exploring, attempting to familiarize himself with how I pulsate around his fingers. 

 I break our kiss to moan his name, and my lord takes advantage of the opening to plunge his tongue in the back of my throat and sink deeper into my cunt. 

 I never expected Byakuya to be well equipped with his fingers this way. Those same fingers that are used for battle are currently being used to bring me to my release. 

 Soon, his lips find the valley of my breasts where he leaves bruises on my flesh with teeth. I whimper so pathetically, shocking myself at the sound that leaks from me. 

 He sucks on my nipples greedily, like a starved man that’s hungry for his lover, and this time, I let out a moan of his name. 

 “Byakuya…”

 He looks at me through his lashes and firmly grips my breast. “Remember, my lady. Address me as your lord.”

 “I am sorry, my lord. Please… I can no longer wait. I want to come.”

 “Where is that fire that was present earlier? Begging?” I clench around his fingers at the sound of him taunting me. 

 He flickers his digits quicker inside of me, pulling such obscene noises from my cunt that mingles with my moans and his praises in my chambers. 

 Byakuya, this time, does not kiss me. No, instead, he ogles me and gently holds my chin in place where I am forced to watch him deliver me a release I’ve been waiting a year for. 

 There was a time where I thought he didn’t have an ounce of attraction to me, and now here he is, pleasing me in a way I haven’t been before. 

 “Oh, Lord Byakuya… I… I’m about to come. I feel a release coming,” I purred. 

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

 I latched onto his wrist and rolled my hips to meet his fingers thrusting inside of my cunt. “I—I know. I’ve been waiting for this… for so long.”

 “You’ve fantasized about me bringing you pleasure?” I nod, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. “Tell me more, Lady Y/N. What else do you want? Would you like my shaft inside your tight cunt?”

 “Yes.”

 “Tell you how breathtaking you look while being filled with me?”

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

 The faintest, most gentle kiss is placed on the side of my mouth and I feel the tension at the bottom of my stomach unraveling.

 “Are you prepared to bear my children? To have my come flooding your cunt until it drips out?” He ghosts over my ear. “Will you take me?”

 “Bya… kuya…” My orgasm suddenly crept onto me and I’ve created a mess on his hand. 

 I throw my head back and moan to the gods above. I can’t stop shaking and he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. 

 For a year I thought this man loathed me, but tonight I am proved otherwise. 

 Lord Byakuya has described himself as a madman when he is around me, and it is shown when he doesn’t permit me the time to come down from my release before guiding his cock to my entrance. 

 I look between us, anticipating the moment he enters my body and wondering how I will take him. 

 He attempts to push himself inside, but is met with interference and clicks his tongue. Frustrated at the constriction of my cunt because his cock is aching to feel my walls. 

 “I see she is as stubborn as you are,” he taunts. 

 I slyly smirk at him. “Giving up—Ohh…”

 Byakuya does not allow me to finish my retort before giving me one long thrust between my folds to completely stuff me. My brows knits together at the slight intrusion and hint of pain that’s mended by my wetness. 

 I’m… stretched. How could he fit? He’s so… big. Large. I feel his veins pleasurably grazing me when he slowly begins to pull in and out. My cunt molds around his cock like he’s all she knows and I gasp with every movement. 

 My thighs are pushed back so he could see all of me, to see how I’m swallowing him whole. He swears underneath his breath and seeing Byakuya so vulnerable like this has me pulsating. 

 “You… are amazing, my lady. This cunt of yours… It's perfect,” he declares. “For a year you have been keeping this from me?”

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

 I eagerly nod and grip his forearms to take his pounding. He wastes no time acquiescing to my request, increasing his thrusts to pull such lewd noises from me.

  I’m almost embarrassed by the loudness of my dripping sex. I’m practically making a mess on my futon and I’m mortified that the servants will need to replace my sheets. 

 Again, his mouth and hands are back on my breast, sucking and circling my nipples until they ache. Byakuya alternates between the two to show equal amounts of love and I have never felt so overwhelmed.

 He drives into me with so much passion while marking me with his teeth and alleviating the pain with his tongue. 

 “When I breed you, you will be completely mine, my love. You will be full of me, carrying my child,” he rasps, rutting into me with more force. “How many will you give me?”

 I gasped. “As many as you want, Lord Byakuya. Just please… make me come again. I feel it approaching.”

 “So come for me, blossom.”

 His thrusts are harsher than before. The head of his cock repeatedly presses my sweet spot and I feel the spark of electricity tingling in my lower back. My breasts are still occupied by his mouth, but they move obnoxiously with the rhythm of his poundings. 

 I cry his name, scream to my lord how wonderful this feels and tears prick the corner of my eyes. His free hand that was on my breast moves to thumb my clit to aid with my near release. 

 Byakuya moans soon joins mine to tell me how my cunt squeezes his cock, nearly strangling. And if it were to lose circulation, I would be the cause. But does he not feel how he throbs inside of me? 

 How he hopes to breed me so we will be bound for life? 

 “You asked me earlier… if I love you. Would you still like to know?”

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

 “I do,” he simply answers. “Since the day I saw you staring at the river and smiling at the water flowing. How could I not love you?” He brushes his lips across mine and lowers his voice. “How could I not love you after having you like this? Having your beautiful body, every dip and curve bare underneath me?”

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

 “And you sound beautiful when my name drips from your lips. Continue calling me your lord until I have filled you with my come.”

 Over and over, he rocks into me at a frenzied pace, causing my orgasm to burst out of me. Tears stain my cheeks and arousal prickles my flesh from my overwhelming release. However, Byakuya does not let up until his thrusts are uncoordinated, indicating his own climax.

 Coming together as lovers for the first time after our ceremony has me seeing stars in my chambers. His load… it’s heavy. Hot and sticky. It mingles with my own come and creates a mess between us.

 Lord Byakuya, too, is a vocal lover. He comes down from his own release and whispers how ethereal I am. How he would never grow tired of pleasing me and filling my cunt. 

 But it’s the delicacy of him brushing my coils away from my face and placing soft kisses on my cheeks that causes my heart to skip a beat. 

 An hour has already passed, and we have been basking in each other’s presence. His embrace is comforting. It provides me with a warmth that was well needed to fill the coldness beside me when I slept alone at night for the past year. 

 “I’m sorry,” he says, breaking the silence. 

 I know the reason for his apology, but ask anyway. “For what, my lord?”

 “For the discomfort I have provided you since our engagement. You didn’t deserve that… Before anything, you were a dear childhood companion of mine and I treated you horribly.”

 His kind words move me. I place my palm against his cheek and look up at him. “We can discuss it some more later on. For now, I would like to enjoy your company. Is that okay?”

 He kisses the top of my head and pulls me further into his arms. “Of course, my lady… Of course.”

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－ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt and the reader have a long distance relationship due to his career, the lonely aspects of the relationship catches up to the reader.

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. Brief mentions of mental health, and a whole lotta angst ♡︎

ℳ𝒾𝓂𝒾’𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈 －Almost 300 followers? Ily all so freaking much

☆彡－ The vibration from the girls phone tickles her palm, the sound of static dialling being the same sound that filled her ears before she succumbed to sleep every single night, for the past nine months. He’s probably busy, the time zone is all over the place, maybe he forgot. With a sigh of defeat, her phone fell from her hand and toppled on the pillow aside her. “Hey it’s me Matt－they already know that if they’re calling you － shut up Nick,” her eyes fell shut, a lazy smile gracing her lips as she listened to his voicemail. “I’m probably sleeping or driving if I didn’t a answer this call, so .. call me back later? －just end it!”

☽－ She felt her body numb to feeling disappointed or sadness, too wracked with grief and exhaustion to care whether or not her boyfriend was purposely dodging her calls. It was rare when he did, but she’d notice it being a reoccurring event for the last few days. Matt would send her short texts throughout the day, a soft smile appearing on her lips as she swiped up on them with her thumb at work. ‘Sometimes I wish I was an owl.’ Was a particular one she found herself amused by.

☆彡－ His added reply came not long after, said amusement growing by ten. ‘just so I could fly across the world and see you.’ The girls heart warmed at the silly clarification, the miniature interaction between the two sealed in the back of her mind permanently. This was rare, seeing as Matt often forgot to open anyone’s texts, let alone send back a reply. And in result of that, FaceTimes and phone calls were the couples main source of communication.

☽－ As the girl’s eyes fluttered back open, she was met with her own reflection. The mirror faced aside her bed, aiming perfectly at the outline of her body that was positioned on her side. It was faint, the image of her own body. All that could be seen was the hair framing her face, a faint view of her nose and eyes. Darkness enveloped her entire bedroom, the only source of light being found from the street lights blaring in through her window.

☆彡－ With a drawn out sigh, she slipped a hand under the pillow her head rested on, shifting a bit to find comfort. God, she was restless without his voice. Sleep came easier after coming to terms with Matthew’s absence, but it didn’t cure it. Nothing but him could cure this pit in her heart.

☽－Buzzzzzz’. Vibration rattled neck to her ear, sending a shiver through her body as she peeled her eye lids open. As much as she did want to grasp her cellphone, the hesitation that fell over her kept her set in stone from her lying frame. It didn’t matter how much she tried to convince herself that he was busy, or that he fell asleep － the girl knew he’d forgotten. Beep.

☆彡－ Beep.The ‘Missed call’ icon was the top notification her eyes laid on as she powered her phone on, upon one message underneath. “You awake?” It read, making the girl’s thumb halt against the screen. Whatever, she thought to herself, fingers tapping across the surface. “I can’t sleep.” The girl replied, seconds after being sent his name popped up across the top of her screen. Incoming call: Matty.

☽－ “Baby,” Matt’s voice came through the speaker, a hint of husk in his octave from sleep deprivation. She wasn’t the only one who lacked sleep in each other’s absences. Silence filled the male’s end of the phone for a moment before he spoke again. “I’m sorry for missing your call.” Too sorry to send a message?

☆彡－ The tired girl’s lips parted to speak but only elicited a soft yawn, making Matt’s lips twitch. “S’okay,” pulling her hand from under her pillow, she grasped her phone and sat it on her chest while rolling onto her back. Boom, boom, boom. The triplet let his eyes slip shut as he stretched out across his mattress, feeling warmth course through his body at the sound of the girl’s heart pattering through the speaker. He missed the real thing so badly. “You sleepy, kid?” He murmured lowly, fighting a yawn himself.

☽－ “hm?” She misses his hands against her skin, she yearns for his sweet nothings to be lulled against her ear as she slept － she missed him so fucking bad. Matt opened his eyes, hearing her barely audible sniff. “How much did you sleep last night?” He knew. The girl sighed, shaking her head, forgetting he couldn’t see her. “That’s so boring, what did you do today?”

☆彡－ Matt immediately shot in. “Don’t do that.” He stressed, running a hand down his face in frustration. Guilt wrecked the boy inside out, churning his stomach as he fought his inner subconscious. Why did he have to be such a douche? The least he could’ve done was answer her call. Sigh. “I’m tired.” He heard the girl’s meek tone utter.

☽－ The girl felt her chest tighten, emotions running high in her system. So long she kept them in, knowing that Matt had no way of fixing the pain that tore her apart. Too far, he was too far to fix her. “.. I’ll call more often －” Matt trailed off, hearing a small whimper come from his girlfriend’s end, statics breaking the sound apart. “baby,” oh god, what has he done to his girl.

☆彡－ Suddenly wide awake, he shuffled up in bed, resting his back against his headboard while holding his phone in his one hand. “Listen to me, doll.” Matt attempted to get ahold of the girl, running a hand down his jaw. Cries emptied her throat, a blubbering mess she became as the exhaustion fell over her entire body. “I’m so tired.” So tired. Her head felt heavy with unspilled tears that begged to fall, making her skull ache as she buried her the side of her face into her pillow.

☽－ The pillow no longer carried the natural scent of the male, the lack of his presence resulting in a faint linen smell, along with a slight undertone of his musk. When he left it smelled just like him. But just like him, it was fading. “Why didn’t you call last night?” She whispered finally. “Baby-” she cut in. “Or the night before?” Or the night before.

☆彡－ Matt’s eyes flicked down to his side, breathing out a stuttered breath as his hand fisted the blanket next to him. Owl’s could fly. His hand slipped around the plush material, bringing it to his face as he breathed in the aroma of her. “Take it,” she giggled, Matt’s eyes rolling playfully as he felt the warmth weigh on his shoulders. “Is it really necessary?” He murmured, seeing his girlfriend’s eyes narrow. “pretend it’s me hugging you whenever you cover up at night.” Matt blew out a chuckle, but pondered on her words. Maybe he should take it..

☽－He awaited the end of her sobs and pained cries as he squeezed his eyes shut, a lone trail of water escaping the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheek leisurely. Not that he’d voice it in such a selfish manner, but hearing his poor girl in such a way left his chest aching in a way he was convinced hurt more than her. Matt couldn’t hold her, look at her as she broke apart, or even talk to her, fearing that he’d end up revealing his sorrow, but in tears.

☆彡－The girl shakily placed a hand atop her mouth, because when it rained, it poured. And it wouldn’t stop －it poured down on her entire body. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the fact that she’d cried everything out she could muster, but slowly her cries calmed into hiccups, and the hiccups drifted into sniffs. Boom, boom, boom. Both parties unknowingly listening to each’s pumping hearts, the two fell an inner deprived feeling of sleep come over their bodies.

☽－ Eyes fluttering shut, dried tears coating water-lines, trembling of hands. “I don’t even like owl’s.” A husky voice spoke up, the end of his sentence crackling a bit as he heard his girlfriend shuffle around in her no cold bed. Matt rubbed his one eye with his two fingers, water tainting the skin as he heaved in a breath that fought away sobs. “I don’t like planes, birds － I don’t like anything, really.” She listened overtop his heart. Boom, boom, boom.

☆彡－“But I’d rather face everything I don’t like in this world if it meant I’d face the one thing I love.” Her, it would always be her. It didn’t matter how many midnight calls he’d missed, or whether or not he texted her meaningless messages throughout the day －that really did have meaning, Matt would always choose her. He wouldn’t choose a FaceTime call, a picture － every single time, he’d pick her. Face to face, skin to skin contact, eye to eye, lips to lips － just his girl.

☽－ Despite loving the melody of her tired voice at night, just before he drifted off into a broken slumber, it wasn’t enough. He craved the feeling of her warm body pressed against his as they slept, the scent of her hair blowing into his nostrils as he placed affirming grazes and touches against her untainted skin. Because the love he felt for her across the world, was too strong for an electronic device － or mere words.

☆彡－ Boom, boom, boom. “Matt..” A mixture of her own heart and voice filled his ears, and for one second, it felt real. So real that he swore he felt the itch of her hair falling against her neck as her back pressed into his front. So fucking real, that he felt like there was a chance for a split second. “Call me tomorrow? Please －” but it wasn’t.

☽－ “No.” Her eyes drew open, the pattering in her chest shattering while falling to her gut. No? － “I can’t do it anymore －I can’t handle it.” Matt’s voice cracked nearing the end of his confession, the gut wrenching sound being followed by his harsh inhale. Don’t cry, Matt － don’t fucking cry. “I need you here － or there. Anywhere. Fuck, I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if it meant I could have you now. Feel you, be with you.”

☆彡－ If you loved me you would, she didn’t care to say. But she almost did. Because it wasn’t until he was thousands of miles away, that she dared to question his love for her. “Then do it.” The girl whispered, hearing her boyfriend’s breath hitch. Rolling onto her back, she sucked in a deep sigh. “Because I’m not sure how much longer I can handle it.” The statement was a reminder we that not only he felt such a way, it was consuming the both.

☽－ Boom, boom, boom. “I’ll have Laura book my flight tonight.”

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[dolliedyhard]

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[leanderfields]

kintsugi ch. 02⦂

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SYNOPSIS: Life as a Highborn noble can be as lavish and extravagant as one makes it out to be. After all, money talks in these parts of Eridia. Every interaction is transactional. Even relationships, a horrible realization that you had when turning down one too many marriage– or rather, business– proposals. But when all hope in love is lost, a thief breaks into your bedroom in the dead of night. He’s charming and easy on the eyes, but is your heart the only thing he’ll take?

C/W: vague mentions age gaps, but nothing too detailed or gross; see series masterlist for general warnings

A/N: Enter Elyon!! This chapter is mostly focused on introducing him and setting up the plot, but don't worry Leander is still mentioned ♡

Sunlight poured into your bedroom, illuminated the crevices of your bedroom and pried your drowsy eyes open. You reluctantly sat up and rubbed your eyes, catching a glimpse of the sun peeking out from Eridia’s horizon. You grimaced as a knock graced your ears. Staying up late and rising early was a routine at this point, but it was not often that you regretted the choices made the previous night. Whenever you would wake up after sleeping at an absurd hour, you felt tired. However, today was a bit different. Today, you felt like death. You were on the verge of collapsing. You were seated far from your vanity, but you did not need to look into a mirror to know that the bags beneath your eyes were dark and heavy. 

“Come in,” you called.

On cue, Adaline swung your bedroom door open. She beelined towards your balcony window and drew the curtains, letting the daylight flood your room. A few other ladies in waiting followed her inside your chambers like little ducklings, wheeling in racks of dresses. You yawned while she put her hands on her hips. 

“Good morning, my lady.”

“Good morning,” you replied sheepishly, shrinking deeper into your sheets. It was apparent that she was eyeing the flower vase beside you. And how could she not? Leander’s gold work shimmered and shined now that the sun was out. Many things in your room had gold accents, but Adaline had seen that vase for years. It was different to say the least.  

But the dreaded question never came. Instead, Adaline presented you with the usual: “Did you sleep well?” 

“I suppose,” you said nonchalantly. 

She sighed, “You can take a nap when you are done with the Duke of Cromwell.”

You pressed your lips together. He almost slipped your mind. Almost, that is. He was always on the back burner, a thought you did not want to acknowledge until it came back to haunt you. To remind you of your place in high society. To remind you that love was a prospect not a promise. 

Your father described this meeting as a simple luncheon except for the fact that it was everything, but a simple luncheon. He was a passive man in all regards. He never arranged anything with anyone, always letting them come to him. This was the case even for the Duke of Cromwell. He personally reached out to your father unlike your other potential suitors who wrote directly to you, piquing the interest of your father. And who would be a fool to turn down a Cromwell? 

The Cromwell’s were a distinguished family with a status much higher than yours— or most families in Hightown for that matter. The duke was their pride and joy, a young man that ran the most esteemed brothel in Eridia. Well, as esteemed as a brothel run by nobles for the nobles could be. Lords and ladies would come to get away from their loveless marriages. One single night full of bliss and then it was back to normal. One single night and the Cromwell’s were able to rake in thousands of dollars. Those nights happen every night without fail. 

‘What would the duke know about love?’ you mused as the maids helped you into a dress. 

One fluffed out your petticoats. Another cinched your waist with a corset. Your father probably had the dress tailored for today. You had never seen this dress before. Moreover, the maids typically asked you what you wanted to wear, letting you pick from the racks they wheeled into your room that day. Suppose they wanted to give you the illusion of choice. You could not blame them though. Your father’s words were absolute despite them being your ladies in waiting. You held your arms out as Adaline ushered the sleeves up your shoulders. She then spun you around, allowing you to face your reflection in the vanity mirror. 

The dress was a lovely royal blue color with delicate black lace trimming around the neckline, but when Adaline collapsed a silver necklace adorned with sapphires around your neck, it was not as lovely as you thought. Beautiful as your ensemble was, you could not help but frown. You were a walking Cromwell crest. The duke was the one that proposed this meeting yet it seemed like you were the one trying to win him over. Or rather, your family were the ones trying to win him over. 

From a business standpoint, having a relationship with the Cromwell’s was fruitful. The pros outweighed the cons. Well, technically, there was only one con— you and your feelings. Other than that, there was truly nothing to lose for both families. Only things to gain. 

Your family, the Sciarra’s, were tycoons of the Eridian perfume industry. The Cromwell’s brothel was located by the outskirts of the Amaryllis District which was glazed with sweet, floral fragrances. You did not need to know the specifics of whatever your father and the duke talked about in order to know that a union would benefit both parties. You were certain the Sciarra’s would take a slice of the Cromwell’s pie all while their profits would skyrocket as they would have access to the finest artisan perfume in Eridia for dirt cheap. Or perhaps access to your factories?

Adaline put a hand over your eyes, spraying a touch of perfume behind your ears. You resigned yourself to today’s schedule when she tilted your chin downward, forcing you to look your reflections in the eyes, and just like that, you were ready for your outing with the duke. 

“You look lovely, my lady.”

“All thanks to you.”

She smiled and took your hand, “You will do just fine.” 

You squeezed her hand, allowing her to guide you towards the door and down the hallways of your estate like a child on her first day of school. Not a single word was exchanged between you and your maid as you waltzed your way towards the foyer. You bit your bottom lip. 

Though it was the crack of dawn, it was still too quiet for your liking. You had so many things to say, so many thoughts to voice, but none of them came out. What was Adaline supposed to do if you cried your eyes out and threw a tantrum, demanding that you marry for true love even though you hardly left your manor to meet– let alone love– anyone? Console you with lies? Tell you it will be alright? Tell you that the one for you is out there somewhere? There was nothing she could do for you. She was your servant and you were her lady. Lady… Lady Cromwell… you shuddered at the thought. It was too soon to be thinking about such things. Even if they were inevitable. 

Adaline held your hand a little tighter as you descended the grand staircase that led to the foyer and the front entrance of the Sciarra estate. At the bottom of the steps, there stood a man with the most peculiar pair of eyes you had ever seen. His irises were a piercing electric blue, but his sclera were pitch black. Your breath hitched as he smirked at you. 

“Forgive me, your grace, but I thought you were going to wait outside,” Adaline quipped, letting go of your hand. 

He chuckled and extended his hand towards you. “I realized that it would be improper to let a lady be escorted by a maid while I twiddle my thumbs in a carriage. First impressions are important, mind you.”

You took his hand without a second thought, allowing him to press a chaste kiss on your knuckles, searing your skin hot with his lips. Albeit, it did not leave the same impression as the kiss Leand– you frowned. 

“Then, I will leave you to it.” Adaline  turned to you and brushed off the sides of your sleeves, “Take care, my lady.”

Her back was facing you before you could reply and bid her farewell yourself. You turned your attention back to the duke. 

“Shall we get the formal introductions out of the way?” he asked.

“We shall.”

“Then, ladies first.”

“Greetings. I am Lady (y/n) of the Sciarra household in the East of Hightown. Delighted to make your acquaintance,” you said with a curt curtsy.

He returned the gesture with a bow, “And I am Duke Elyon of the Cromwell household in the Southwest of Hightown. The pleasure is all mine.” 

You smiled. He smiled. Then, you both walked outside to the carriage in silence. Your footsteps were loud and echoed throughout the front yard. The heels of his boots clicked and clacked against the cobblestone. As you got closer to the carriage, the coachman hopped off the driver’s seat and opened the door for you both as you. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, a hand over his heart like a knight swearing an oath. His head was perpendicular to the ground. 

Elyon hummed, almost as if he acknowledged the coachman’s bow and climbed in first. He then turned around and then held a hand out to you. You gathered your skirts in one hand and took his with the other. He squeezed your hand as he pulled you to your seat. 

You smoothed your petticoats out while the carriage shook slightly as the coachman climbed onto the driver’s seat. With the crack of a whip, the horses started trotting. You folded your hands together, feeling his stare on you. Or perhaps he was not staring. The carriage was small. He was seated across from you. His only options were to look out the window or straight at you. You opted for the former, leaning against the window. You held back a sigh as you watched your estate get smaller and smaller in the distance. You hardly lived a life and now you were doomed to marry a man you hardly knew. Your eyes flickered to Elyon. 

To your surprise, he was not staring at all. His eyes were closed. His lashes were long, brushing his cheeks ever so slightly. His hair was as long and dark as night with the tips dyed a chestnut brown. He wore a single silver earring on his right ear, a stark contrast to the rest of his royal blue and black outfit. He sported a suit-like ensemble though the dress shirt was a little odd. It was left open around his collarbone and there were two ribbon chokers around his neck. He also donned a cloak with an enormous amount of fur trimming. Your brows are knitted together. It was summer. Eridian summers were sweltering and unforgiving. Even the early mornings were hot. You pursed your lips and looked down at your sumptuous dress. No matter. Aristocrats adored flamboyance one way or another. 

You turned your head back to the window. Your fingers found their way onto the black lace of your dress and ran their way across the dainty fabric’s bumps and grooves in a smooth back and forth motion. 

“You should rest, my lady. It will be a while before we reach our destination,” Elyon said as you jolted up from your seat. 

“Is your manor really that far from here?” 

“No it is not. It is only a thirty minute carriage ride, but we are taking a detour.”

“What for?”

His eyes fluttered open. His black sclera held the carriage atmosphere with an iron grip. He crossed his arms. 

“Have you not heard?” 

“Heard what?”

He chuckled, “There is a thief running around Hightown as of late. The city police have been pursuing him, but to no avail. All anyone knows is that he only steals from manors and caravans like this one. Your neighbor, the Earl of Sinclair, was his most recent victim. He was robbed last night. I’m not sure of the details, but my social circles have been saying all that he lost was a few magical artifacts in his antique collection.”

You blinked. That must have been Leander. The one who said he was not looking for trouble…

“So we are taking a detour to avoid this thief?” you asked, trying not to let your voice waver. 

“Yes.”

“But would a thief really strike in broad daylight?”

He chuckled again, “Who knows? It is better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“...You have a point.”

Elyon closed his eyes again as the conversation ceased. However, unlike the silence that occurred during your walk to the carriage, this one was comfortable. It felt natural. Less awkward. A little more peaceful. 

You would like to join him and rest your eyes but you were ruminating again. Leander. Leander. Leander. You shifted in your seat. What to do? Turn him in? He was a thief. One that targeted aristocrats. He stole from your neighbor and possibly many other families. But… Elyon never mentioned anything gruesome. So was it safe to assume that Leander was only a chivalrous thief with no blood on his hands? You dared not to press Elyon for more details. The last thing you wanted was to be a criminal’s accomplice. You could already imagine the headlines already: Lady Sciarra Aids the Hightown Phantom Thief’s Great Escape and is Now on the Run! The Sciarra Family Name is Now Forever Tarnished! Oh the Tragedy! 

“My lady?”

“Yes?” your voice cracked.

“Is this carriage not to your liking?”

“Not all, your grace.”

“I see. Forgive me then. You seemed rather skittish,” Elyon said, eyes fluttering open once more. A stern expression crossed his face.

“Nerves, I suppose.” You tried your best to make your smile reach your eyes. 

“I do not bite, Lady Sciarra.”

“How reassuring.”

“But it is true.”

“That it is.”

“I am not looking to trouble you, my lady.”

Your posture stiffened. Did all the men in Eridia say that whenever someone appeared to be distressed? Or was it your cursed luck? First Leander. Now Elyon. 

“I am not troubled by you, your grace.”

He sighed, “This outing is not a marriage proposal if that is what you are concerned about.” 

“And what makes you say that?” 

Were you that obvious? Your brows furrowed. No, you were thinking about Leander just now. Not that Elyon would know. Still… for someone so far off the mark, he hit the nail on the head.

“Call it an educated guess. Like I said, you seemed rather skittish around me.”

“I apol–”

Elyon held a hand up. “I am not offended, my lady. Your feelings are reasonable. I made my debut into society nine years ago. Ten years in a couple of months. Yours was fairly recent if my memory serves correctly and I am no manther. So please rest assured– I have no intention of marrying you.”

You opened then closed your mouth. You did not even know his age prior to this conversation. Your father kept every bit of information about Elyon away from you aside from his name and title. The rumors about the Duke of Cromwell spoke for themselves, but none of them ever described him as the type of man who would jump to conclusions so quickly. Admittedly, the conclusion he presented before you was rational. Sensible, even. If it were not for the fact that your mind was plagued with thoughts about your encounter with a certain thief instead of the situation at hand, Elyon would be right. You were concerned about marriage. And if you knew he was almost a decade older than you, perhaps you would be alarmed too. 

“So this outing is…?”

“A date,” he said. 

“Your grace! You just said you had no intention of marrying me!”

“I do not, but I have a contract to uphold.”

You rested your head in your palms, “My father put you up to this, did he not?” 

“Your father and my father.”

“Are you not the Duke of Cromwell?”

“I am more or less the Acting Duke of Cromwell. I may handle affairs and such, but my father is still the Duke of Cromwell on paper until he passes.”

“So this contract…”

Elyon tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, “You seem well-educated. Would you like to take a gander?”

Your breath hitched. You were indeed educated and you did have a guess, but your blood boiled. He raised a brow in turn as you exhaled slowly.

“Your brothel and my family’s perfume. A union between us would profit both parties in terms of business as well as smooth out any legal proceedings with this joint operation. ”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“But that is assuming we are to wed, your grace. You expressed no desire in doing so, but if that is the case, then what were the conditions our fathers proposed?” 

A wry laugh slipped through his lips as he leaned against his cushioned seat. “I initially reached out to the Earl of Sciarra about business proceedings between my brothel and the Sciarra’s perfumery. There was no marriage in the first few versions of our business contract. That is… until my father suggested a union. From there, my contract was profusely revised by our fathers. ”

You pursed your lips. “Would it not be beneficial to proceed with the original deal and use your status as a bachelor for another contract?”

“Beneficial, yes. However, I have been using that excuse for years now. I have not courted since my beautillion ball. My father meddled with my affairs in order to find me a bride. I suppose he grew weary of my ‘schemes’ while your father grew tired of you turning down every suitor that came your way,” Elyon said with a strained grin. You stared at his forehead. A vein could pop at any moment. 

“Perhaps he wants you to find something else to love aside from money,” you jested, ignoring that last bit about you. 

“So I’ve been told.”

“...Do you believe in love, your grace?”

“Pardon?”

“Love. Like true love. Courting someone because you love them. Marrying someone because you love them.”

He gave you a sideways glance, “I suppose I could believe in it. Like how children believe in Saint Nicholas.”

A pout formed on your lips as heat rushed to your cheeks. You were a fool. Of course, he did not believe in such things. Love was only reserved for the storybooks.

“If you were wondering about the reason I have stopped courting, all you have to do is be direct, my lady.”

Elyon was right, but also a tad bit off the mark yet again. You assumed that love was the reason he did not court after his debut like the hopeless romantic you were, but you were more so curious if there was someone out there who was just like you, someone who believed in fairytales and fantasy novels. Not in some measly piece of gossip. 

“Forgive me, your grace. I did not want to pry,” you replied coolly. Nonchalantly. 

“It is quite alright. I have nothing to be ashamed of. To put it simply, I am bored.”

“Bored?”

“Yes, bored, my lady.”

“Bored of what?”

“Why, courting, of course.”

You blinked. He was beaming. Glowing, even. Almost as if he believed his answer would earn him a gold star. You opened your mouth, but Elyon beat you to it.

“I am kidding, my lady.”

“I am in tears,” you muttered. 

“Humor me a little, Lady Sciarra.”

You hummed in response, allowing a silence to make itself known. The chirps and whistles of birds were audible from inside the carriage now that your shallow heart-to-heart with Elyon came to an end. You stared out at the window, catching a glimpse of the cityscape and the ashy blue sky. Was the Cromwell estate near the metropolitan area? 

“Do you ever feel like courtship only ever demands pieces of you, but not all of you?” he mused, breaking into your brief moment of solitude.

“I would not know, your grace. This is my first time courting.” 

The carriage halted. You planted your heels onto the floor, bracing yourself should you fall. A faint click rang through your ears. You turned your head towards the carriage door and the coachman who stood by the entrance, bowing with a hand over his heart. Elyon rose from his seat and hopped off the carriage.

“Well, perhaps after today, you will go on many more outings and come to know what I mean when I say that,” he said with an outstretched hand. 

“I will be the judge of that,” you quipped as you took his hand, allowing him to help you step off the carriage. 

Once your shoes hit the pavement, you were quick to let go of his hand and turned your attention to smoothing out any wrinkles on your skirt. 

“I thought we were going to your estate.”

“Changes of plans,” Elyon shrugged, “Unless… you want to visit my estate?”

You shook your head.

“I thought so. I would like to believe that almost anyone would prefer a bustling town plaza than a manor with empty halls.”

“You may be right, your grace.” 

This time, your smile reached your eyes without you making any attempts to do so. It had been a while since you went downtown. You hardly had any time for leisure after your debutante. In fact, you hardly left your bedroom– let alone your estate. You paused. Ah, but Elyon was here with you. Bookstores were automatically crossed off your to-do list. 

“Have you ever been to the Amaryllis District, Lady Sciarra?”

“This is the Amaryllis District?”

You took a deep breath, letting the strong floral fragrances fill your nostrils. Of course. There were only two places in Eridia that smelled this pungent– the Sciarra perfumeries and the Amaryllis District. You scanned your surroundings. You never ventured to this part of Hightown. This district belonged to the “cleaner” side of the river, but it was also too close to Lowtown for your father’s comfort.  But despite his warnings, the arts district was not too shabby. It was colorful and lively as any other plaza in Hightown if not more. The only difference was the pink curtains and… your eyes fell on a noticeboard by a building you assumed to be a brothel. 

There were many flyers tacked onto the weathered wood, but there was one that stuck out to you in particular. It had a half-body portrait of a man drawn on it. A man with deep, emerald eyes and a dark trench coat. A scar ran down from his cheek to his crossed arms. You squinted. His nose was a bit crooked, but you were certain that was Leander. Something was not right. Elyon said that the authorities could not find the thief yet there were posters of him in the Amaryllis District. You brought a hand under your chin.

“Something on your mind?” 

You flinched and Elyon’s eyes widened.

“No,” you said, “Not at all.”

“Come, then. Let us go. I have a reservation at one of the restaurants here. Best not to keep the staff waiting.”

You watched as Elyon’s walk away from the carriage. You turned around to see the coachman crack his whip and the horses trot off. The duke was several paces ahead of you at this point, but your gaze still lingered on that poster. You glanced at Elyon’s figure which became increasingly smaller the more you stared at him then you glanced back at the poster once more. You looked left then you looked right. Then, you tiptoed towards the noticeboard and tore Leander’s portrait off with a clean rip.

You inhaled sharply, looking over your shoulder. Everyone around you seemed to be preoccupied with something or someone. You nimbly tucked the paper into the pockets of your skirt and made haste to catch up with Elyon. 

‘You are not an accomplice,’ you chided to yourself, ‘He will clear it up with you this evening as promised and all will be well.’

[trialsofdragons]

— Summary: [♧Request♧]

— Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Servant!Reader

— Genre: Fluff♡

A/N: If you haven't already noticed, this is my first time ever making a fic, so i'm sorry if it's weird or messy? @loves1ckgirl, you can murder me in the comments for how long this took, i get it🥲 But I realy do hope ya'll enjoy it!

– [What you need to know]: h/c - hair color,, e/c - eye color,, Y/N - Your name.

Lucerys Velaryon. The second born son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the Lord and heir to the throne of Drift mark. Lucerys had never met you in his life. He didn't even know that you existed. But still you found yourself staring at him from the sidelines, making it horribly obvious, as it was like hearts where forming in your eyes. But you knew it would never work. You where a maid. A mere servant. Or, as others would say, a low born. Hiding was just what you did, but a sweet thing you where. Helping if you could, and always having a sweet smile plastered on your face. Although it was required as a maid that you did always keep your emotions in check. But still you wished you could have some kind of interaction with the prince. And you would, just, not as you had expected.

It was quite a buisy day in the castle, with servants running around, baking, cleaning and all that stuff that needed to be done. You where walking down one of the halls, a plate of small cakes in your hands. You where walking quickly but carefully, as to not spill anything. You had gotten the task of bringing cakes to Princess Rhaenyra herself, as she had requested it. Why you had been picked, you didn't know.

What you did know, was that you where stressing quite a lot. Just the mere thought of being late or something else that would make the princess mad made you almost crumble at the thought. Although the princess was rumored to be quite generous. You still hurried anyway, and kept a small eye on the soft lemon cakes on the plate.

Lucerys, in the mean time, was walking around the castle halls, looking quite tired. He had a buisy day to say the least, and he had just ended the usual hard training session with Jacerys, his brother when he got the message that his mother wanted to have some words with him. He was massaging his wrist, where there was a newly applied bandage because Jace had managed to cut him. He muttered some heated words under his breath as he walked down the empty hall. But the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, his hand half up in his curly brown hair, massaging his scalp as he hissed. Had he just hit the wall or something? He couldn't have. "Seven hells" He muttered. He was clumsy but he wasn't that clumsy. But as he opened his eyes and expected to face the wall, he instead faced a girl, probably about his age, her hand against her forhead, holding it while grimacing slightly. If it had been someone else, like his older brother, Lucerys would have been mad to say the least, but instead he just found himself staring at you. A sweet looking girl, with beautiful h/c collored hair, and sweet e/c eyes. His cheeks grew hot, and he completely ignored the cakes that was splattered everywhere. He quickly got up and helped you to your feet. "Are you alright miss?".

This persons question caught you of guard, and you where about to reply when you looked up at them, to find yourself staring at Lucerys Velaryon himself. You almost choked, and your breath hitched. Well, so much for a good first impression. "Y-Your Grace!" You managed to say out loud, to Lucerys surprise. "I-I am so sorry, my prince!" You hurriedly bowed your head.

"It's alright, I see you where in a rush?" He said said. "Supposedly with these?" He questioned, finally noticing the yellow iced cakes on the floor.

"I-uh, yes.." You muttered, looking down at the floor embarassed. To your surprise, Lucerys started chuckling, holding his wounded hand tightly in his well hand.

Having heard all the comotion, Princess Rhaenyra came out of her room some few feet away from the two, and quickly rushed over to them. "What happened here?" She questioned strictly, her hands on her hips with a stern look.

You looked up at her worriedly, trying to explain, when Lucerys cut you to it. "It was my fault mother. I wasn't looking where i was going." He grinned sheepishly. Had he just saved you? You felt your cheeks grow hot, just by thinking of it.

You looked at him, and then at Rhaenyra. But you decided to quickly bow instead of just standing there and looking stupid. "I apologise your Grace. I too, wasn't exactley looking where I was going" you said, looking down at your feet.

To your surprise, yet again, Rhaenyra smiled at you in a loving kind of way. "Don't worry dear, my son has his head in the clouds sometimes" she chuckled, and Lucerys shot up his head in surprise and blushed out of embarassment.

"Don't worry, i'll have maids clean it up!" Rhaenyra smiled warmly. "In the mean time, why don't you two join me?"

After that, Lucerys noticed you more. Wether it was cleaning the halls or rooms, or carrying cakes, sweets or food he would always notice you. At some point he started looking for you. Getting exited if he ever saw you, and sending a quick smile your way. You would also engage in some small talk with the boy, and once in a while you would secretly sneak off with two swords and train, with you winning everytime. And everytime you both would fall to the floor and laugh together.

You had been thinking hard and long about these things, your feelings only growing stronger. But it would never work. You were constantly reminded you where nothing more but a servant, and he a prince. Another day you had found yourself cleaning a room you had not gotten a name on. It didn't bother you as much as you thought it would, because you where to buisy in your own thoughts. Well, until you heard a knock, and then the door sliding open. You quickly turned around to find Lucerys in the doorway, smirking.

"Your Grace what are you doing here?" You said rather sternly. Lucerys chuckled. "This is my room Miss Y/N" Your stern look changed to a confused and then a surprised expresion. He stopped leaning against the door frame and walked up to you. He kept a small distance and sat down on his bed. He admired you as you cleaned a dresser. He admired your hair, your clothes, your eyes. Oh He couldn't stop thinking about your eyes. They where his favorite thing about you. And your personality of course but from your apearance it had to be the eyes. He was completely lost in you, and you had gotten a little uncomfortable, so you turned around and couldn't help but smile at him.

He stood up suddenly, making you jump. He walked over to you and took both your arms in his. Stared at you longingly, before letting his hands slide down to your waist. "C-Can i ask you something?" He mumbled shyly. You looked up at him, your face looking like a tomato at this point. You nodded. "Can i-...Can I kiss you?" He whispered, and your breath hitched. This was what you wanted. It had been for a long time, yet you couldn't find yourself to do it. It was against any rule. He was a prince, a heir of something, and you where a lowborn, who had barely got this job as a maid. But still you nodded. For some reason, even though bad thoughts clouded your mind, you nodded. And he kissed you.

It was nothing like you had expected. Both of you where pretty unexperienced, but if you had to be honest you loved it. His lips was soft and slightly chapped against yours, and when you pulled away you just wanted more. He smiled brightly at you, his cheeks red. It was the cutest thing you had seen.

Your hands went up and caressed his cheeks as he smiled at you. This was all against the rules, but honestly you'd go against the rules a thousand times more if it was with Lucerys.

[vwritesaus]

Thank you for responding to my ask!! (About what the others maybe saw)

I know you don't have specific things in mind, but assuming Alastair is the only one who actually interacted with the world and the others were just spectators maybe they visited a mix of the future and the past?

It feels odd to me to speculate when I know there isn't an answer, so feel free to ignore me if this is too long or you disagree with it but potential scenes for each of the characters?:

Grace: she can't look at Alastair and is embarrassed - maybe she watched the off-page scene where Charles convinced him to be okay with the engagement to her (and the breakup with Ariadne) so she also feels guilty and more awareness of how her actions have hurt people beyond just James?

James/Cordelia: themselves being a cute couple but while patrolling and they may get a sense of a big danger ahead (for helping in the fight) if Cordelia gets an idea about breaking her deal woth Lilith it may give her hope

Matthew: either the people he knows talking about how to help him when he shuts them out (future or past) and how much it hurts them or something tragic regarding Elias and his alcoholism - it could in the long term help him but may haunt him initally

Anna - what you said was really cool :) maybe a scene future/past similar to Grace where she considers how she's affected her partners after seeing their pain/heartbreak?

Thomas - near future scene of the theives being kinder to Alastair, giving him hope? But Anna isn't there, which is why he's worried it implies there's something wrong

Lucie/Jesse: I think they're most likely to get more direct info about Belial/Tatiana (and maybe James/Grace). Jesse the near future and Lucie years later, where her and Jesse are telling kids (their's?) this story (she doesn't hear the whole thing) which is why she's less worried and can be happy about her and Jesse. Also I think Jesse wouldn't panic if given bad info about his mom he must be used to it by now :/

Christopher: you said he'd have the 2nd most direct warning so it's while they're fighting the big battle he appears in the (empty) lab/theives room/curzon street and sees all of the plans/notes to get an idea of what may be going on (especially for the sciencey parts) hence the fear

This is so so long I'm really sorry (again) I guess it's just a sign of how good the fic is that I want to ponder it

(Sorry) <3

ANON ! ! ! !

first of all, never apologise for sending in long asks. second of all, this is so so good. i love it ALL ♡ also yes, i did picture alastair being the only one who interacts directly while the others are spectators!! lovelovelove that it's a mix of the past and the future, that's so big brain :0 bc it makes total sense that there would be clues hidden in the past YOU'RE SO RIGHT

grace being self aware of her actions after seeing the effect it had on alastair (her newest friend) is such a good take omg... and anna's too!

matthew's one just straight up broke my heart, but also good, bc that boy needs some serious help but the only way he can achieve that is to first realise he needs it and be prepared to go on that long road to recovery. but him potentially seeing something related to elias??? i'm going to SCREAM

love jordelia being all cute on patrol and discussing how to fight the world together <3 ideas for cute couple dates be like

GAH THOMAS'S. he really just wants everyone to get along, please ; A ; but him being concerned over anna... 👀

also i forgot to mention in the previous ask about thomas, but his response to alastair's question of whether he's alright or not being 'I don't know' i think has everything to do with alastair himself and where their relationship currently stands. like alastair's made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to pursue a relationship with him (for many reasons which i referenced in the fic), but then thomas sees whatever he sees . poor darling doesn't know what to feel :'c

"Also I think Jesse wouldn't panic if given bad info about his mom he must be used to it by now :/ " —POOR JESSE. but this is so true. honestly i doubt he's even surprised by her antics anymore, poor baby. and pls him and lucie telling their kids their life story??? i'm so soft over that image :'(((

and CHRISTOPHER'S. YO. YO.

that's so much responsibility, imagine... no wonder the boy is feeling scared. that's straight up being able to outline the majority of their fight while they're literally fighting—which begs the following questions...

how much will he say to the others about what he saw? and how much attention will they pay him once he starts going into all the science jargon (grace aside)? and more to the point, how much of it would they believe? at first, anyway, considering those plans will eventually come into effect? it's not to say they don't trust kit's opinions or don't think he's telling the truth, but when his experiments and such are involved, you can sense the apprehension. imagine if alastair, anna and grace (maybe even jesse) are like "no no hang on, keep going, what do you mean?" IM GOING CRAZY

im very honoured that my little large fic makes you want to ponder over it, and i love these speculations, anon!! thank you for sending them in (and if you have more, don't be shy, i'd love to see them :>)

hope you're having a great day/night wherever you are in the world! ♡

[dreaming-roses]

°˖✧ crazy ✧˖°

Yan Dom!Kazuha x Yan gn!Reader (NSFW) - Request

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

SUMMARY: You and Kazuha fulfill each other's... needs.

WARNING(S): Yandere, possessiveness, slight knife play, slightly rough, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie

CHARACTER(S): Kazuha

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Let's just pretend Kazuha has a little cottage in a secluded area.

The sun was sinking into the Sea of Clouds by the time you saw Kaedahara Kazuha walking back to his cottage. You had been waiting by the door all day, intending to confront Kazuha about his absence.

"Where have you been?" you asked, hating how desperate you sounded.

"Would you like to come in?" Kazuha said pleasantly, avoiding your question. You followed him into the cottage. It was minimalist, but cozy.

There was a note on the dining table. You squinted, trying to read the elegantly slanted script.

Kazuha. Meet me at the spot tomorrow. -C ♡

What? Who was C? Why was there a heart? Was Kazuha... seeing someone else?

You and Kazuha weren't dating, not exactly, but sometimes he would look at you like that. Did he also give C that look? Your blood simmered at the thought of someone else holding him, being held by him, owning him...

You looked at Kazuha, wondering if you hated him or C more. He stood facing away from you, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. He couldn't see the note on the table from where he was standing. Had he not noticed it when he walked in?

"(Y/n), I've told you about my enhanced senses, yes?" Kazuha asked. You snapped back to reality, hoping your anger hadn't shown on your face.

"Yeah." The two of you had been lying on the grass one lazy night, gazing up at the stars. You had idly commented on how quiet it was. Kazuha had disagreed, explaining how he could hear almost everything that was happening. Everything.

You wished you had that ability; then you could hear Kazuha wherever he went.

"I get restless when I stay in one place for too long. I feel hemmed in," Kazuha said to the wall. "I was wandering among the mountains of Liyue all day, admiring the beauty of the clouds." He seemed distracted, lost in thought as if writing a haiku.

Now was a good time. You walked over to the dining table as quietly as you could, taking the note. Whoever had written it, whatever it meant, you never wanted Kazuha to see it. You wanted him to be yours. Always.

"Put that back." Kazuha's voice was calm.

"W-What are you talking about?" You stiffened as wind whipped against your face, the outline of a maple leaf shining briefly in the air. What the—?

The air shifted. In an instant, Kazuha had you pinned against the wall, the tip of his katana resting against your throat. "Put that back. Now."

You exhaled slowly, putting the note back. "There. Happy?"

Kazuha's expression was unreadable. He didn't lower his blade.

Heat flared in your veins as you realized how vulnerable you were. You were completely at Kazuha's mercy; right now, he was focused on you. Only you. You shifted your legs, swallowing.

Then you remembered the note.

"Who is it from?" you demanded, your anger getting the best of you. "Who's C? Are you going out with someone else? Is that it, Kazuha?" You were going to fucking murder them—

Kazuha chuckled, breaking into your thoughts. "No, actually. I put that there myself. I wanted to see how you would react."

You blinked. "Why?"

Kazuha stepped closer, silently putting the katana on the table. There was something about his poised beauty, his effortless grace, that made you want to own him. "I wanted to see how you felt about me, (y/n)." His deep red gaze held you in place. "I had my suspicions, but I wanted to be sure."

"W-What do you mean?" you rasped. You could guess, but you wanted to hear him say it.

"You know. You must know. I can't help it. I love you, (y/n). Too much to let you go," Kazuha breathed. His lips brushed against yours, and you shuddered. "I want you to be mine. Only mine. Don't think about anyone else. Just me." Your heart pounded as he gently trailed a finger over your lips.

"Me too," you whispered. "I-I want you to think about me. Just me."

Kazuha lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "You do?"

"Yes," you murmured, holding his cheek in the palm of your hand. "I don't want anyone else to have you."

Kazuha nuzzled against your fingers, kissing the inside of your wrist. Then his expression changed, growing desperate, wild, hungry. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands resting on the small of your back.

Lust surged through your body, your mind growing hazy from the pounding desire. You kissed him back, winding your fingers through his hair, admiring how right this felt, how perfectly your bodies lined up.

"Do you want to?" Kazuha rasped in your ear, his voice trembling. You could feel his hardness nudging at you. You wondered if he could sense how turned on you were.

You looked into his beautiful eyes and felt a sudden surge of anger.

The note. How dare he.

"You tricked me," you breathed. "You... you fucking tricked me." Kazuha's eyes danced with laughter and amusement. "Don't fucking look at me like that!"

You shoved Kazuha so he sprawled onto the table. You grabbed his wrists, holding him in place. He craned his neck to look at up you, making no movement to hide how aroused he was. Did he enjoy this?

You tore off his pants, revealing his hard cock. It was already glistening with precum. "Is this what you wanted?" you snarled. "Fine! You can have it!" Kazuha smiled. For some reason, even though you were on top of him, you felt as if you were playing his game, dancing right into his trap.

Not that you minded.

You lowered your head, massaging Kazuha's slit with your tongue. You knew he was exceptionally sensitive there; you knew all the places that would undo and ruin him.

Kazuha cried out, his back arching. "No! Wait! Not there! Hnngh... (y/n)!" All his composure, his reserved, enigmatic smile, his silent laughter went out the window as you teased his tip with your mouth. "A-Ah... ah... n-nnngh..." He squirmed on the table, lifting his legs up and wrapping them around your shoulders.

You began to suck gently, keeping your tongue on the tip. Kazuha thrashed, moaning. "More... more! Please! Please! Ahhh..." You let go of his wrists so you could steady yourself against his writhing, and his hands immediately went to your head, pushing it down. "More! More..."

You continued pleasuring him with your mouth, exploring the places he liked, finding spots that made him cry out in bliss, enjoying the sound of his moans and cries. He threw his head back, his chest heaving.

"(Y/n)..." Kazuha's breathing quickened, his stomach muscles tensing. "I-I'm going to cum... (y/n)..." You flicked your tongue over his slit, and he came inside your mouth, his mind unraveling with a weak cry. You swallowed, tasting him.

You pulled away, watching his blissed-out expression. Kazuha's eyes were rolled back in his head, his mouth slightly open. His cheeks were flushed, his expression deliriously happy. Lust rose in your core as you gazed at him.

You had never seen Kazuha like this before; he had always been composed, measured, complete. Now he was undone. Undone by you. You sat down in a nearby chair, watching Kazuha relax, his breathing gradually becoming even again.

After a while, Kazuha groaned and sat up. He smiled at you. "That was... something," he said calmly. "Now let me return the favor, (y/n)."

He got off the table, his eyes glinting like a predator's. "Strip." You stood up and did as he said, not covering your body with your arms, letting Kazuha see all he wanted to see. His gaze roved hungrily over your bare arms, your chest, your thighs, your stomach. Your skin sang with heat as his eyes trailed over you.

"Do you like it?" you asked innocently, smirking a little.

Kazuha smiled as he sat down on the chair. "Come here, and I'll show you just how much I like it," he breathed, reaching for a small bottle on a nearby shelf. "I'll show you just how much I want you, (y/n)."

Lust flared in your body as you listened to Kazuha speak, the desire and predatory hunger evident in his voice. You straddled him on the chair, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

"Fuck, (y/n)," Kazuha breathed, licking his lips at the sight of you sitting in his lap, your legs spread apart. "Mmm..." He poured a bit of something onto his fingers from the little bottle, reaching a hand between your legs and gently touching your hole.

You whimpered, wanting more than just a touch, wanting more than his fingers. You looked down at Kazuha's hard cock. It was twitching slightly, and you smiled at the sight.

Kazuha leaned back in his seat, letting you watch as he lubed himself up. His eyes met yours, dancing with a silent challenge.

You gasped as Kazuha placed his hands on your hips, gently guiding your body so that his cock brushed your hole. "P-Put it in, Kazuha," you rasped. "Please..." Your mind was hazy, focusing solely on Kazuha.

Kazuha smiled lazily. "You asked quite nicely, so I suppose I will." He slammed your hips down, thrusting all the way inside in one stroke.

"AHH—" You gasped at the delicious sensation of his cock filling you up. Kazuha grabbed your hips, mercilessly bouncing you on his cock. He hit your sweet spot with every thrust, making you see stars. "Nngh—nngh—ah—too much—ah—"

"Didn't you want this, (y/n)?" Kazuha cooed. "Don't be shy now."

"Ah—AHHH—fuck—ah—Kazuha—ahh—" Your eyes rolled back in your head from the pleasure, your legs twitching. You began to touch yourself, your hand practically moving of its own accord. You forget everything else; all you wanted was more, more, more.

"That's hot," Kazuha remarked, watching your hands move. "This is a good view." You felt your orgasm start to build as he pounded into you.

"Ah—nnngh—ah right there yes—AHHH—Kazuha..." you gasped out, your body spasming slightly. "Gonna cum... gonna—hngh—cum—"

"Cum for me," Kazuha whispered, slamming into you. "Go on."

"CUMMING—" You wailed as you came, bliss surging through your body so hard that you nearly fainted. You let out a wordless string of moans and cries, your body heaving.

Kazuha fucked you through your orgasm, groaning as he came inside. He let go of your waist, and you slumped forward onto him. He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his cum slowly leaking out of your fucked-out hole and dripping onto the floor.

"That was... crazy good," you panted, your mind still hazy from your high.

"Yeah." Kazuha smiled at you. "I can't let you go, (y/n)."

"Me neither." You rested your head on Kazuha's shoulder. He stroked your back, calming your trembling body.

"I'm crazy about you. I'm crazy for you," he breathed. "And I intend to be for a long, long time."

[yanderecandystore]

Mesmerizing Wings [Yandere!Moth fae x M!Reader]:

TW/Tags: publicly humiliation // public rejection // smol danger bean // male x male!reader // kinda fluffy and angst in a way // in this story, the reader is a small wingless magical creature (I'll leave it to you to decide which one, or how you look like in general-) // guess who is s i c k ?? Yeah me ;-; // I know Like- Barely about fairies, yet I wanted to try it out ya know? :3 it's a bit of an exercise //

Chapters:

(Chapter . 1) (Chapter . 2)

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You've been admiring him for so long now. It's hard to keep track of time whenever you watch him fly through the air with such grace, as the sunlight passes through his colorful wings, creating colorful light spots on the ground wherever he passes by.

And as he and his friends fly through the forest, playing and laughing and just being silly, you follow them as best as you can. You're fast but running can only take you so far, especially compared to the flying critters all around you. Sometimes you wish you could have wings to be able to fly with Albedo and his friends but then again, even if you could fly you wouldn't be able to be as fast as them.

They have been practicing ever since they were kids, and although it's probably already natural to fairies, you can't really imagine being able to fly as fast as they do. You're stuck on the ground, watching them pass by, but never being able to join them.

They were high in the skies as you would start having trouble keeping track of them, you noticed how beautifully they would synchronize and share their elegance with the rest of the critters of the forest, as they danced through the air. You were hypnotized by Albedo's charisma and charm, such a seductive man would impress those around him with his beautiful butterfly wings.

That's all you could say about Albedo, beautiful. His wings, his eyes, his antennas, his posture, his poisonous charm- And as he shoots the other fairies and other magical creatures his flirty winks, you get yourself in the middle of the cross-fire and fall victim to his dangerous good looks. You were in love with him.

Or at least, you thought you did. You never talked to Albedo that much, he and his friends were always close to view but at the same time too distant to interact, to talk with or to feel, like they were deities gracefully sharing their divine existence with the filthy mortals-

You only knew a couple of things about Albedo, but you felt that you would only be able to learn more if you swallowed your pride and confessed your attraction to him, and today felt like the right day, as the Blue Moon Festival was coming tomorrow it only felt right to ask him if he would like to be your dance partner for the night.

You climbed the fairy tree, which wasn't easy at all- Even if you were fast, climbing was not your biggest skill. The fairies made sure to choose a tree so tall and intimidating that even the craziest human wouldn't be able to dare themselves to climb it, and as you climb the tree for hours you can clearly see why no one takes such a foolish route.

You didn't really have a choice though, as you weren't allowed inside the tree unless you were invited- So the best way you found to confess your feelings was by climbing the tree until you found an entrance. The things one will do for love is such a scary thing to think about, right? Having a crush can truly blind someone, but some say that true love is the thing that can bring light and clarity into someone's world.

As you finally reached the top entrance of the tree fairy's tree, you saw exactly the person you were looking for, Albedo was drinking nectar with his friends as the fairies seemed to be enjoying some sort of party between themselves, and before he could go away with them, you took the opportunity to jump in and run to talk with him (considering that if any guards saw you, you would be thrown out way faster than when you came in).

You screamed his name, which made him stop in his tracks and search for where the sound came from, turning his back and noticing you coming to him.

"- Yes?" He spoke, although he was clearly a bit tipsy from the nectar he was still very serious with his tone of voice. His tall height only helped emphasize his otherworldly features.

"- I-I-" You couldn't lie, you weren't prepared for this at all, and when you looked into those beautiful dark eyes once again you felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized you forgot what you were planning to say. It felt like the bad choice of words would leave you with the most undesirable of scenarios.

"- I came here, to ask y-you to go to the Blue Moon Festival with me." You said as you tried to maintain a confidence pose in front of him. You didn't see any new expression in his face as you said that, but you did notice his friends covering their mouths and widening their eyes-

"- W-Will you, Albedo?" You were aware of the possibility of being rejected. You were aware your request may be denied, and you were okay with that. You knew it would hurt at first, but not trying your luck would only hurt you more if you hide those feelings from him.

You felt the whole cheerful ambience start to shift as every fairy was now paying attention to the scene happening in front of them. His friends were now shaking, trying to contain their laughter, and him?

His face went from unbothered, to mildly confused, to downright infuriated-

"- … Who even are you?" And as he said that his friends burst out laughing, just like the rest of the audience enjoying your ridiculous attempt at flirting with one of their most attractive men.

"- I just-" You tried reasoning, but about what exactly? There was nothing to be reasonable about, he was right. Who are you to him? No one, really. You know that, yet hearing him actually saying the truth so bluntly hurts a lot more than simply acknowledging it.

But neither him or his friends were done yet.

"- No, better question- Who even let you come here?! From all the freaks they could have allowed in, you're the one that gets a pass?" He said as he was starting to put his drink down, his whole demeanor seeming more aggressive than the usual.

"- I bet next they're going to let humans come in-"

"- I suppose a human has more class than this prince charming wannabe."

"- Oh my God- He really came here thinking he had a chance, oh my God-"

You heard his friends say as some of the audience whispered similar things. You didn't pay attention to them though, because the more they spoke the more Albedo's face grew an expression of hatred and disgust, which you assumed to be all aimed at you.

"- Did you just sneak your way in to tell me that?" He asked, this time actually waiting for a response.

"- Yes, yes I did." You said, pulling some of your leftover confidence to defend yourself from the pain these people were causing you without even touching you.

"- Oh NO!! OH MY GOD!!-"

"- Hmm, Al will eat him alive-"

"- Come on Al! What's with all these freaks falling in love with ya, my boy?"

You heard them yell, as if they were filling the fire growing inside Albedo's heart and he was about to burn you down in it, yet you wouldn't just let them get their piece out of you without at least trying to pull some face, especially with the guards coming closer probably wanting to throw you out but also wanting to see how this drama will end.

"- It's just an question man-"

"- Yeah, a question you made sure to climb all the way here just to get the answer for." He said as he whipped his hair, both out of sassiness and because of a habit he grew to have. Albedo would play with his hair whenever he felt tired of someone's nonsense.

"- And what's the problem with that?" You said, still putting some stand in your defense. What's the big deal? You just asked him, it's fine, he can move on and let you leave if he doesn't want you near him.

"- You should have already known the answer. You've set yourself up to failure the moment you decided to show your face up here." He said looking at you up and down as if you were pathetic, beneath him in some way.

"- Listen, and listen carefully, I don't know you, I don't want to get to know you, and I don't care for whatever fantasy you and that furry boy have about me, it's all in your head-" Albedo came in closer, threateningly so. He was so pissed off, you were starting to feel more afraid about what type of person he is than feeling sad about being rejected-

"- Who are you talking about?-" You tried asking him since he was starting to make no sense to you whatsoever-

"- You built this little freak fantasy about me and think that I have to fit with your standards? It's not my fault you got lovestruck by such a handsome face." He said as his friends encouraged him to keep going.

"- You're a jerk." Was all you said to the person you once thought was the personification of perfection.

"- Well, yes I am. And it's not my fault you thought I was any different. Freak." He finished his sentence giggling when he noticed your teary eye starting to fill up. How can a person so charming be so devastatingly sick? Why was he enjoying tearing you apart in front of all of them? Why were all of them laughing at this?? This isn't funny, he is absolutely horrible-

"- Take him away, will you? He has crashed our party- Be careful though, he is one of those wingless-" He said taking back his flower cup filled with nectar, and his friends were both laughing and cheering him on, but also booing and saying things like:

"- Come on Al! That was it?"

"- Oh shit- That boy just got to see merciful Al for the first and last time of his life."

"- Honestly, he could have went to his throat if he wanted too, I guess Al is just generally a better person-"

"- Than a weirdo that comes in out of nowhere and decides to crash a party?"

"- Exactly!"

"- "Albedo, I'm like- so in love with you, please take me to the Blue Moon Festival, Albedo~""

They kept on mocking you but you couldn't really hear any of them, because the guards had pulled you away long before you could start crying in front of those jerks. No, wait, that's a lie, you could still hear them, although a lot more muffled out since you were now getting down the tree with the "help" of the guards.

You heard a burst of laughter here and there, geez, those jokes sure must be funny.

The guards had thrown you in the dirt and had given you a single warning that if they saw you up there again without being invited, they would personally imprison you. Before you could tell them to fuck off, they had already flied their way back up.

"- Stupid pricks-" It wasn't a normal thing for you to cry out loud in public whenever you felt hurt, especially with something like rejection, it's something stupid that you should be able to forget about pretty soon. You swallow your emotions and hold them in with your head up and standing strong.

Today wasn't the day for you to stay strong however, you really couldn't hold in the humiliation you just suffered, but crying near their stupid tree, filled with stupid assholes? Hell no, you would have to choose a better spot to let your feelings flow out of you considering they're probably still watching you from up there.

You decided to walk aimlessly through the woods, trying to find a simple spot to curl up and be left alone. You didn't want any of your friends knowing about it, and you didn't want any critter looking at you like you were dumb for even trying to speak with Albedo.

You were just trying to find a place where you could stay for a bit and let it sink in peacefully, and as you found yourself in a nice area with no one near, it soon started to rain and you were obligated to seek shelter under some mushrooms. You let yourself collapse into the ground, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted.

"- Your crush is an asshole, [Y/N]." You breathed out, remembered the stares you received, the words he chose to use to belittle you in front of many drunken fairies who were enjoying every bit of drama from your pathetic confession.

You wasted a whole day climbing that stupid tree, and now the sun is setting and it's raining. And you're far away from home too! Goddamnit-

"- Sigh… Dumbass." You called yourself out for not going straight home instead of wanting to avoid any possible social interaction that could have probably made you feel either better or worse. Your friends would call you dumb for sure, but you're starting to think that it would have been better if you have gone straight to them instead of out here- All alone.

It's starting to get really cold, and these mushrooms are not covering you enough from the water. You needed to make something to warm yourself before you got a cold from standing in the rain for so long- And as you started looking around for a better place to stay you realized something very important:

You have walked past the protective barrier that can prevent you and other creatures like you from getting harmed by the outside world, like humans and wild animals. Now that you think about it, it does make a lot of sense as to why you saw no magical creature around, honestly this is 100% your worst day- And if you don't hide from both the rain and the predators lurking in, it may be your last-

"- He- Hello, is someone there?!" You heard a soft voice call you. Turning around, you see a faint light coming from a small door frame carved on a tree near by you, as a big figure stands in front of the welcoming light. You assumed that they were talking to you considering you're the only one out here.

"- Yeah, hey." You respond back walking slowly towards them, making sure they're able to see you. When you came closer to them you noticed that- They seemed pretty different from you, or any magical creature you have ever seen around.

While Albedo had some minor similarities with butterflies, this guy was almost 90% moth! He seems to be just a bit taller than you, and although being somewhat chubby his big appearance comes more from the effect his large wings give him when they are down. It's so dark, yet you can still see his shiny eyes looking at you, and one of his various hands seem to welcome you in.

"- You must be so cold! D-do you want to come in?" He said, while stuttering with such a sweet and shy voice that you almost couldn't have imagined it coming from him- His voice was so soft and low, you almost didn't think it would fit him so well.

"- Yes! Of course, I'm hoping I'm not bothering you this hour." You tell him as you ran closer to him since although you didn't really want to be a bother, you wouldn't let this opportunity go, you were wet and cold-

"- Don't worry about it. I was actually doing some tea for myself, do you want anything?" He offered as he gently closed the door, he was so happy to see someone (anyone) again! But he was still a bit nervous considering how long it has been without a guest inside his house.

"- Yeah, well I'm okay for now- Maybe just a cup would be nice." You didn't know what to actually do with yourself, since you were all drenched up, soaking his carpet.

His house was kinda small but at the same time so warm and cute, some furniture was clearly made by hand but there were some odd objects lying around, of materials you didn't really recognize- You assumed that these different objects were all probably made by humans. It's not uncommon for humans to come in the forest and leave their stuff behind- Or well- Throw their stuff in the woods? Maybe those things had no value to them anymore, which is both a shame and a blessing since you thought most of these weird objects he found to be so pretty and weird! It was a nice change from what you usually saw.

You noticed the moth man pointing you to a chair near his table, you decided to sit and wait for the tea as you looked up and down his cozy little home, and then left your eyes fall into his figure one more time-

You felt awkward about staring at him, yet you couldn't really take your eyes off of him. There was something vaguely familiar about him, and even if you didn't really recognize him, you couldn't lie that he was, well, kinda cute. He looked so soft and seemed so timid, although he was mostly grey and white, his wings had dark green patterns on it creating the illusion of eyes staring directly at you.

He seemed so agile with his many arms taking care of all his tasks, and he was only boiling some tea for you two!

Yet still, something felt odd, you felt like you kinda already saw him before-

"- Hey uhnm, I'm [Y/N]. Sorry for not mentioning it earlier." You decided to start some conversation and see if you truly remembered who this mysterious moth truly was. Of course, it's a little rude to not remember someone who you assume already knows you but you didn't want to lie and fake knowing him when you can't even remember his name.

"- … Oh, heh- I'm Aven, nice to meet you properly, [Y/N]!" Much like you, Aven had felt the same feeling of knowing you as you did to him, however he did remember your name, although he never really interacted with you at all before he. isolated himself. He was actually hoping you would also have remembered his name, although it makes sense for you to have forgotten since you two never got the opportunity to properly introduce each other.

"- I… I agree Aven." Yep, you didn't really remember knowing him at all! His name sounds familiar yet still, you can't associate it with anything!?

"- You don't really remember me, right? Don't worry it's fine…" Aven tried to sound comforting yet he still sounded kinda wounded, as he considered how no one really remembers him anymore.

"- Look Aven, I-I'm really sorry"-

"- Oh don't be! It has been a long time since I ran away, I was always the outcast anyway, so I shouldn't have expected anyone to really remember me!" He still tried to reassure you that it was okay, but still, you felt guilty for not remembering such a kind individual.

"- I'm still really sorry for not remembering, I mean, you did remember me-" You shook your head in disappointment with yourself. Geez, you sure are a great house guest-

"- Don't worry too much, it's been a long time and- Well, we never really talked with each other. Even when I ran away I don't think you were there to witness it-" And as the tea was ready and he had his best cups in hands, he poured the tea for each of you and went straight to the table to give you your cup.

"- What- I'm really sorry if this sounds rude, but- What made you run away from our community? Why are you leaving outside the magical barrier all alone?" You asked before gleefully taking a sip at the hot tea. It burned your tongue, but it was better than shaking your knees because of the cold, the sweet tea didn't magically dry your clothes off but it sure did make you feel warmer.

"- Oh- Uhn-" Aven looked all around the room, not being able to focus his vision on you. He played with his hands as he tried to choose the right words, and you took it as a sign that you fucked up- Again-

"- Oh God- I'm sorry if I asked something that made you uncomfortable. Ugh!- It's been a rough day for me and I'm… I'm not really making any sense, sorry for being so nosy." You wanted to slap yourself so hard, you almost let the hot tea spill on top of you. You're so exhausted and you really didn't want to make such a bad impression.

"- No! No. Please don't take it as me not wanting to tell you, is just that- It's been such a long time… It feels weird to talk about it after so long- And well… I thought you would have noticed by now…" He said as he looked more timid and saddened after saying that. You looked at him confused, he hasn't done anything that would make you recognize why he ran away.

Although, even if you weren't sure what he was talking about, you did have a suspicion-

"- Sigh…… [Y/N], you look at me and what do you see?" Aven said while motioning his hands in a way that showcased his entire body-

"- ….. Fluffiness?" You said half jokingly, trying to pass some of your silliness to him since he was starting to sound pretty serious in a really concerning way.

"- I'm!- I'm- Well yes- But-" He was going to say "monster" or "disgusting" or "a freak"- But you managed to make him feel too flustered to be negative about himself. He is somewhat glad his fluffiness is the first thing you see on him, not how he looks too much like an insect to be considered a fae.

And as he was stuttering and scratching his head shyly, you laughed at his awkward mannerisms. He was really cute, yet too shy for his own good, you noticed right away how he seemed to hold negative views to his appearance, so you decided to show him that his appearance doesn't mean a thing at all to you.

He is kind enough to let you in and let you have tea with him even if you didn't remember him (or the fact you were indeed a bit intimidated by him at first-).

You two talked for a bit. He told you how his life was outside the barrier, outside of the magical protection and having seen humans here and there yet never really interacted with them. You told him about your life inside the community of various magical creatures and told him what he was missing for apparently years?? Damn, you can't imagine being all alone having to take care of yourself with all the possible dangers lurking in the shadows.

Although he doesn't strike you as a fighter, Aven must have gone through a lot all by himself, and you can't help but still be confused as to why he would be by himself for so long- Clearly the fairies need some of his sweetness back, considering how overly sour they are-

Ugh, and here we go again, you remembered what happened this morning and now you're feeling bad again. You physically cringe at the memories of those bastards laughing at you, as if you were suddenly brought back to that situation.

You've been having such a great time with Aven, you almost forgot why we were here in the first place.

"- [Y/N]?? You're okay?" He stood up from his chair worried that you were hurt in some way, and in a way, you were.

"- Yeah, don't worry about it…. I just remembered something-" You shook your head, shaking those thoughts and memories away so you can focus on the now. You weren't up in the fairy tree anymore, you were in Aven's little house, and you were having a wonderful time.

He was curious as to what exactly you were thinking about, yet before he could ask you about it, you decided to tell him why you came over here in the first place. Although it's kinda humiliating telling someone about being rejected, something about Aven made you feel comfortable enough to tell him. There was something oddly comforting about telling a stranger about something pretty humiliating, maybe you just felt like you trusted Aven, or maybe you decided to tell him because well- You needed to tell someone and telling him about it won't really affect your life if he knows how much of a loser you are-

You told him about how you tried calling your crush on a date, and that they rejected you and humiliated you infront of their friends and peers. You told him you came here by accident, you were just wandering around trying to find a good place to relax and think about what happened.

You didn't feel like going straight to your home, since you would have to explain to your friends and neighbors what happened, you wanted to be alone for a while before going back and telling them what happened. To be completely honest, you couldn't believe that someone so beautiful could be so damn evil, I guess you shouldn't have judged the book by it's cover.

The truth is that you needed to take a moment to let the fact sink in, it was so unbelievably cruel that you couldn't believe it actually happened. And apparently, it could have been worse, considering what the other fairies had said as Albedo continued to shame you.

Someone had passed through the same thing you did, just thinking about other magical creatures falling for such a jerk only to be met with such an aggressive rejection. It's fine being rejected, but it's another thing to be humiliated in the process.

And as you continued to explain to Aven what happened, the more surprised and empathetic he looked. In a way, he went through the same experience as you did, although he can't tell if he is sorry for what happened to you or if he is happy to know someone knows how he feels.

"- I'm sorry the person who you called on a date was such a jerk." He said as he came close to you while bringing his chair over to sit next to you. He placed one of his four hands over yours, gently squeezing your fingers as he tried his best to comfort you.

"- Nah, it's alright, I think- He was an asshole anyway, I guess it's better to be rejected than go out with someone so selfish." You joked about it trying to prove to him that you were just fine, just a little wounded, but that's alright-

"- Still, it can be pretty disarming." He responded back softly, staring at your hand as he was getting distracted by his own thoughts.

You didn't know if it was a good idea, yet curiosity was starting to really bite you and you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"- Was it because of rejection that you ran away?" You asked him, thinking that maybe that's why he seemed so uncomfortable with telling you.

"- … Yes, in more ways than one, I supposed. I think you already noticed that, well- I'm probably not what you expect when you think of what a fairy would look like." He said, once again motioning to his body as if he was a monster to some extent, so different and so odd that the other fairies made him isolate himself.

He didn't go on much detail, just told you that he was humiliated in a similar fashion to you, but although the event that happened to you was singular, his situation could be easily considered bullying since the other fairies had tormented him for a long time before he considered running away from those who called him a freak.

He doesn't want you to feel sorry for him, he is happy now and it's way better being alone than being targeted, right?

"- But that's horrible! You don't deserve this at all- You should go back, it's really unsafe around this area." You tried to reason with him, you didn't notice but your voice gained more volume and you did stand up from your seat at the thought of Aven being treated badly considering how kind he has been. Those guys really suck, huh? They can't spare a single person-

"- H-Hey don't worry about it! Sit down please- I told you already, It's fine-" Aven took your arm and tried to pull you back down. He wasn't expecting you to get so worked up about what he said, although it does feel oddly comforting knowing you care so much about him.

"- Sigh…. Alright then, if you say so." You sat down and gave him an empathetic smile. If he says he is fine, then you'll trust him, although you still want to fight someone for being so cruel with him- But then again, who exactly would you have to fight with?

Eh, it doesn't matter for now, maybe you can think about it later-

"- The rain has stopped." Aven said as he noticed that indeed, there were no more sounds of the rain falling down. There was only the sounds of the night and the darkness surrounding his house.

Did he want you to leave? I mean- You did enter an uncomfortable topic for him, and maybe he does feel better being alone than with someone he barely knows.

"- It's pretty late. Maybe I should be going now-" You said as you started to get up.

"- Late?" He asked, he was so confused that you said that. It was already night time, but Aven is nocturnal so to him it felt like "morning".

"- Well, I sleep during the night, Aven." You told him as you scratched your neck, as you started to feel really tired and wanted nothing more but to lay down in a soft bed.

"- Oh… Sorry! I founded it weird since I woke up just when the rain started." He responded sheepishly, feeling a bit awkward. He suddenly realized that you two have been talking for a long while, enough for such a heavy rain to stop completely and there can only be heard crickets outside. Time sure did pass by as two talked with one another, it feels odd yet nice to have this type of company.

"- Thank you for bringing me in, and for the tea as well, and for talking with me-" You tried thanking him for every little thing he has done, since even saying thanks didn't feel good enough to show how grateful you are. Maybe you're being over dramatic, but you did feel better coming here, better than you probably would be if you stayed outside and cried your heart out.

Aven was a great listener, and you couldn't wait to see him soon-

"- Wait!- It's still very dark outside! It can be really dangerous and I don't think you can see in the dark, right??" He cried out, getting out of his seat to hold your arm and beg you to stay. He hasn't had a nice interaction with someone in so long, he can't help but feel a bit clingy towards you. He is honestly glad that you haven't complained about him touching you cause dear Lord, has he been starving for a conversation and for the touch of another skin against his.

Aven is pretty calm and soft, but the moment you threaten to go away so soon made his genuine sweet personality to fall and be replaced by his more clingy, needy side.

If he can at least make you stay for the night, just one night, he'll let you go, he promises-

"- Uhnmm, how badly does the night get…. Around these parts?" You asked. You didn't mind him holding your arms, you read his actions as genuine concern for your safety- Which you totally bought up considering you were now terrified of the possible predators walking around. It would take too long to get back inside the barrier, and even longer to reach your house.

"- It gets… Pretty bad actually." He said, half truth and half lie. It did get really bad with the predators around here, yet if he can make you feel even more scared to walk around in the dark then you bet he'll use that.

"- I-I think you should sleep here- And in t-the morning you can go back? Sounds good??" He offered as he pulled your hands closer to him, he was unconsciously pulling you more closer towards inside his house and himself.

"- You're sure? Look man, I don't want to be a bother-" You tried reasoning with the big fluffy guy, honestly you didn't want to make him take care of you so much as he already has.

"- Don't worry it's my pleasure to help you out! If you want you can take a bath and I can search for some spare clothes- They all have wholes in them, so I hope you don't mind." He chirped happily that you accepted his offer, even if you couldn't stay awake for too long, he could still enjoy spending a little more time with you before you would drift into dreamland.

Such a nice fella and a pretty cute one at that, you're kinda glad this day has started off so poorly, or else you would never meet Aven.

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[evietales]

@bimother ♡'d for a starter !

❛ you and stephanie , huh ? ❜ hands hold tight to the straps of her bag , walking alongside pete. ❛ you two are leaving room for jesus , right ? ❜ one could argue it isn't any of grace's business , but to grace ? it was. the last thing pete and stephanie need ? a baby.