#heathcliff blanchett x reader

[hotaru-no-yume]

bonus points (Murr Hart SMAU)

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A/N: I did this for fun a few months ago. I might as well post it. I love social media aus

- Pls ignore the typo on Rutile's name HAGRKFNF I saw it too late and didn't wanna edit it again

[inviberu]

melody in the dark: east

"The moonlight becomes our guidepost in the darkness."

cw: vampires, mentions of blood and biting

Faust had never been too fond of humans, even as a vampire, especially when they had done something utterly terrible to him all because he was a vampire. Though who could really blame them? Vampires were always said to be merciless creatures of the night constantly on the hunt for humans to prey on.

Not Faust though, he would rather shut himself inside his house and drink an animal’s blood instead of drinking a human’s blood—there was no need to hesitate when it came to that topic with Faust. But, Faust, down to the very core, is someone kind hearted and that aspect of him had never changed throughout all of these years.

That’s when you entered the picture, accidentally stumbling upon his home after running from the ferocious creatures of the night, seeking help from anyone in fear of having your life being taken away that night. Faust wasn’t heartless, for he knew well that letting an innocent human die in front of his gaze when he could’ve done something was something he didn’t desire in the slightest. And because of that, you were saved by him.

Ever since that day, you’ve been visiting him almost everyday to show him your thanks but each time you offered he would refuse it no matter what—saying that the biggest thanks he could get from you is if you leave him alone though you refused. Your persistence became something constant in his daily life, finding himself opening up to you more as time passed and you came to know the real him underneath those walls you managed to crumble down.

Even if he was fond of you, there was no changing the fact that he wouldn’t drink blood from you. Not because he was revolted or anything of the sort but the fact that he didn’t want to hurt you, not even when you offered him your blood yourself. But there was one instance he desperately tried to forget.

That one time you pricked your finger, blood trickling down your finger as Faust picked up a sweet scent from the distance, recognizing the faint smell as blood. When he rushed over to you, asking if you were okay, he took your hand and licked away the remaining blood trickling down without another thought—his tongue making contact with your skin, making your cheeks heat up.

He snapped out of it shortly after, apologizing for his actions when he wasn’t in the right mind. Yet you only shot him a cheeky grin, refusing to let him forget what happened.

Heath came from a long line of noble vampires respected among their own kind. With beauty that could instantly trap someone within his gaze alone, you would’ve never expected him to be as shy as he is.

Despite what you expected him to be, he was a vampire who was a gentleman that invited you to his manor after seeing you lost in the woods like a little lamb. You took his hand, expecting him to ask something in return for ensuring your safety but much to your surprise, it was fairly… normal. He treated you like an honored guest from afar, letting you feast in his manor and having the butler prepare a room for you inside his manor, and even going as far as to prepare a new set of clothes for you to change into.

Truth be told, he was nervous. He wasn’t well-versed when it came to humans having grown up surrounded by other vampires himself, he didn’t know if he was doing things right by treating you this way. He always held some sort of fascination towards humans and seeing one in person did nothing but make his heart race, as if he was a child seeing a real life fairy tale unfold in front of him. Despite the many warnings about humans Faust gave him, it wasn’t as if he could just shake away that bubbling curiosity.

Once the next evening arrived, you bid him farewell as he told you that you were free to come back any time for he had enjoyed your company. With blue eyes gazing at you with something as tempting as the apple Eve bit, you decided to bite.

Frequently, you would come back to his manor without telling anyone from your village—staying night after night, intoxicated in his presence that you’ve come to grow fond of. Unfortunately, much to your disbelief, the villagers from your home thought otherwise. Thinking that you were under the influence of a spell, they barged into his manor and tried to take him down.

Heathcliff took a heavy hit from one of the men holding a weapon by protecting you. Panicked, you offered him your blood. Naturally, he refused and tore his gaze away from you with his wound still bleeding mercilessly.

Fed up, you held him close to you, his face buried into the crook of your neck as you pleaded him silently. Defeated by your pleas, he pierced his fangs into your neck as he muttered a silent apology.

A halfling born out of the love between a vampire and a human. He’s often looked down upon by the vampires just for that very sole reason but that mattered little when he dedicated his life to hunting down vampires—a vampire hunter, if you will. He didn’t harbour any hate towards vampires in particular, it was more of adjusting to what suited him best. Money makes the world go round, and it was just luck that there are a lot of bounties posted up.

That didn’t exempt him from his bloodthirst. So when you first went with him for a quest, you were suddenly shocked at the way he knelt over and hacked out coughs in between breaths—as if he was suffering from withdrawal. He tends to forget about such desires of his, it could very well be the cause of his sudden death one day.

You were more than surprised, wondering what to do in this situation as your mind went at a million miles per second. Was the best course of action to give him a bit of your blood? You winced at the idea, rolling up your sleeve as you extended your arm towards him, as if to urge him to bite you and drink your blood. He scrunched up his face, pushing your arm away all while saying: “I don’t need it.”

Stubborn as he was, you frowned when he kept on insisting that he didn’t need it when he obviously looked like he was about to faint any moment. Having said that, Shino was stubborn until the end of your job with him—collapsing to the ground with barely enough strength to sit himself up. You wanted to give him blood right then and there but you didn’t want to do anything he wouldn’t want and keeping on refusing to feed on you must’ve meant something… right?

You wrapped his arm around your shoulder and carried him back into town where he was treated, fortunately. You went into his room to check up on him to ask him a few things, curious as to why he refused you until the very end—not expecting his answer at all. If you’d known back then you would’ve left him there for his answer was none other than:

“Your blood doesn’t seem tasty.”

bcs i hate nero stannies

Nero had no qualms drinking blood from humans despite harbouring hatred towards vampires after he got turned into one by someone, a human turned into a vampire… that was an ability only reserved for purebloods. He was unlucky enough to stumble upon one, unknowing of its true nature.

Even so, he never liked the idea of baring his fangs at you. He’d rather find something else to prey on rather than hurting you. Although, with how you constantly offer yourself up to him, it was only a matter of time until he took the bait and lost control over himself. And when the thread holding his patience suddenly snapped, you were more than happy to let him indulge in you.

His fingers traced your neck slowly as they sent shivers down your spine, becoming fond of the electrocuting feeling it gave you—your heart racing faster and faster once he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. He whispered, “Sorry about this.”

And he finally bit down, not sparing another moment after breathing out those words as you felt a piercing pain bite down on your flesh. The wave of pleasure only came shortly after as you wrapped your arms around his neck, urging him to drink his fill with blood trickling down from your neck to your collarbones.

And when he finally pulls away, he stares at the mess you’ve become. A sheepish grin took over his face as he leaned closer once again, sticking his tongue out playfully, and asked you: “Want me to clean up the mess for you?”

[mhykimagines]

this is for a certain... someone.... @pernonix middle finger

Love Me More (Heathcliff/GN!Reader)

tags; fluff, heathcliff blanchett, gender neutral reader, wizard reader

"You're back. How was-Ah...?!"

You had a habit of doing these things to him. Sudden hugs, sudden kisses, sudden everything with you. He could always count on you surprising him with some random idea or thing you wanted, and while with other people he usually disliked the ideas of surprises, he was fond of it when it came to you.

This particular surprise, however, was more embarrassing than some of your others. He had been sitting in the dining room, reading one of his books while eating a slice of cake Nero had prepared for him, when you trudged back inside. You had been out that day on some mission with the rest of the Central Wizards, and for some reason you were absolutely drained. Instead of greeting him and sitting next to him like he initially thought you were going to, however, you're suddenly in his lap, facing him and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a sloth holding on to a tree. His face practically catches on fire, nearly dropping his book into his cake as he stares down at you, startled and embarrassed. It was one thing to do this in the privacy of your own rooms, but this was a common area... If Shino saw this, he would never let him live it down.

"(Name)... W-What're you doing...?" Heath asks, nervously looking around. Nero's still in the kitchen, and nobody's walked out yet, but this was the manor. It was only a matter of time before someone came out here.

"I missed you." is all you say in response, your face burying itself against his neck like a child clinging to a toy they don't wanna part with. "The mission was boring and I missed you. So now I'm here."

He wants to laugh, instead setting his book down cautiously as that hand moves to rest on your back. "Then why don't we go back to my room...? You can hug me all you want there..."

Your head shakes, clinging to him even tighter (if that was even possible). "You were in the middle of reading, and I didn't want to disturb you. Just keep doing what you were doing, it's like I was never here."

How in the hell is he supposed to concentrate on his reading when you're like this...?! He feels his face turning red as he can feel your breath on his neck, and he's almost inclined to just let you stay there until you feel like moving.

That is, of course, until two people walk into the dining room. His head snaps over to the door in a panic, and you don't even seem bothered as chatter fills the dining room. The conversation between the other two Eastern wizards is promptly put on hold, however, when their gaze settles on the situation they just walked into, and Shino can't even go 5 seconds without bursting into laughter. It's so bad he's holding his sides, hunching over as Heathcliff stares at him indignantly.

"It's not funny...!" Heath protests weakly, and Faust even has to turn his head with his hand over his mouth.

"Ahh, young love."

Heath swears he'll never live this down, not till the day his heart stops breathing. But honestly, with how warm you are, and how even just sitting here for a moment seems to have relaxed you more than when you first came in, he doesn't think he hates this as much as he claims. Especially not after hearing your own breathy laughter, your nose brushing against the side of Heathcliff's neck. He eventually relents, sighing softly as Shino continues laughing, his hand on your back slowly tracing small circles. "You're the most embarrassing partner in the world, you know that?"

"Mhm." You hum faintly, and his heart is doing backflips at how tired you sound. Even though you're exhausted, he somehow continues to find more and more things to fall in love with you over. "You love me regardless, though."

"You're right, I definitely do." He laughs softly, his free hand moving back to his book as he tries to get over that if another person came in, he'd get embarrassed all over again. But, if you could be at peace for just a moment longer, he thinks he could deal with all the teasing in the world.

[serendiquity]

Remembrance

Sometimes, when it rained, Heathcliff couldn’t help but think of you. He’d trace the picture framed on his desk, the one that showed the three of you as children, laughing and playing together without a care in the world. It hurt to remember. It pained him to see your smiling face, beaming up at him as if everything was fine again. You were probably an adult now, weren’t you? He wondered if you had accomplished your dream, if you were happy now that you were gone. 

He let out a long sigh, slumping down in his seat. What did you look like now? Would you still hold that innocent gleam in your eyes, wearing your emotions on your sleeve? Or had you changed just as he had, becoming quiet and solemn? 

The faint scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted in from downstairs, a fond memory of times long past. Heathcliff closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember. 

“Shino, stop! You’re doing it wrong. That’s not flour, it’s baking soda!” About the time they had tried to bake, ending up in a mess and a food fight. 

“Waaah! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please calm down! I’ll give you some of my pie!” When he looked out the window to see you crying in the garden with a wide-eyed Shino. 

“...” The day you disappeared without a trace. It was funny how his memory worked. Sometimes, he could see that moment with razor-sharp clarity, as if it were happening before his eyes. On others, he could barely remember, mind only managing to create fuzzy silhouettes. Even so, a few things always remained the same. 

He imagined himself back then, frozen in the doorway of your empty room. It was bare of everything except for a single resignation letter neatly folded and placed on the bed. His hands trembled as he reached for it, head light with nausea. He opened the letter. 

Heathcliff had spent that day locked in his room, staring listlessly at the ceiling. And so it went, day after day, as he listened to his parents argue about him in hushed tones. He couldn’t bring himself to truly care, the same words repeating in his mind like a sickening mantra. Why did you leave? What did he do wrong? What happened?

Tap, tap, tap. Outside his window, something knocked against the glass. Blearily, he stumbled over and slid open the curtains, only to slam them back closed immediately after. 

“Heath! Let me in, everyone’s worried about you!” Shino resumed banging on the window, even harder now. 

“Go away. I’m fine.” His voice sounded childish and petulant, even to him. 

“I’ll break down your window if you don’t.” 

A frown. 

“... You wouldn’t.” 

“Stop.” Thump. “Being.” Thump. “So.” Thump. “Stubborn!” The black-haired youth crashed through the window, tumbling into the room. Then, ignoring his scratches and the screams coming from outside, he proceeded to tell Heathcliff off. 

It had been an exceptionally daring act, even for Shino. Both of them ended up scolded for weeks after, and Shino had barely managed to escape punishment. Still, as he thought, he felt warmth welling up inside him, lips unconsciously forming an exasperated smile. 

Shino had become furious after he heard his thoughts. “Stop blaming yourself.” It was your fault you left. It was your betrayal, not his. You promised you trusted him, and he’d given you his heart, only to see it thrown at his feet and shattered into dust. 

Shino was… so much stronger than him. He had been hurt just as much as Heathcliff had been, but he still stood up straight. Unlike him, who had broken down in tears, Shino had continued on with his duties, protecting Blanchett Castle with an unyielding conviction. He was the only one too weak to let go. 

Compared to him, Heathcliff couldn’t help but feel pathetic. He was supposed to be Shino’s master, yet he was always the one being protected. He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to hold the same strength that Shino did, one that would allow him to not be ashamed when standing by his side. One that would make him worthy of Shino’s loyalty, of his respect. 

It would take a while, but he had to start somewhere. 

He had decided. For Shino’s sake and his. From this point on, he would no longer think of you.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

heights, wuthering

butler au heathcliff bc i want perno dead

gender neutral reader

The way Heathcliff pines for you is painful and selfish, or so he believes. He knows that decorum is everything for a man in his position: a loyal butler to the future head of the mansion. Professionalism and distance is key, and he’s supposed to be nothing more than the supporting pedestal for the picturesque beacon waiting to bloom. Yet despite this, he can’t stop himself from falling in love with you, both slowly and all at once, until his ribs feel like they’re squeezing against his heart and his eyes search for nothing else in the area except for your innocent, smiling face. He keeps telling himself that he can’t be this weak—he can’t fall in love with his master—but all he wants is to be by your side.

His yearning for you is subtle to the unsuspecting eye but obvious to those privy to his secret. Whenever he clasps a necklace around your throat, his fingertips ghost over the nape of your neck for a second too long. Whenever you’re busy reading in your room, you can sometimes catch him frozen in place, dumbfounded as he stares at you with his eyes blown wide open. And if you smile and wave at him, he’ll panic as he hurriedly attempts to look busy. Other times, he insists on doing the gardening himself, so he can show you “samples” of the finest flowers—totally not an excuse for him to fashion a bouquet with his own hands and bring it to you in a silent confession of his love.

A little secret he loves indulging in is knowing that he’s the first person you see every morning. He carefully readies you for your day whenever he cautiously pulls your lace curtains aside, and he unsuccessfully chides himself whenever he notices how angelic and peaceful your sleeping face looks, illuminated gently by the first streams of sunlight. Heathcliff always makes sure to wake you with nothing but the softest, most serene voices, and you’re always enchanted to open your eyes to see your handsome butler grinning down at you with nothing but honeyed eyes and sugary words. He’ll tuck your hair behind your ear and remind you that breakfast is to be served soon… but you can spend a few sleepy moments dozing off while leaning on his shoulder. 

One of his favorite moments is when you ask him to be your dance partner for your practices. He loves looking at you while you scrunch your face up and glare at your feet, doing your best to memorize the complex steps, and Heathcliff will smile peacefully to himself as he holds you close. His hands rest like comforting anchors on your waist, and the two of you sway to the quiet music, lost in your own world where no one can interrupt the sweet stolen paradise. He knows that one day, the person dancing with you won’t be him but someone else, but whenever there’s a ball, you make it a point (and a habit) to pull him to the side as the night ebbs away and show off your perfected steps on the balcony alone together. It feels like a dream: you in all your splendor and him as he is, slow dancing in the cool night air to the dying lights and music of a ball, away from social expectations and norms, just two people enraptured in their own love for each other. 

You always insist that he calls you by your name whenever the two of you are alone together, but it still flusters Heathcliff whenever he tries. He doesn’t mind that you’re selfish with him; if anything, you should monopolize him for every one of your waking hours, but he has to tell himself that he can’t do the same. He’s your servant, one who has no place but to ensure that your life is happy at the cost of his own future, but when you snake your arms around his neck and pull yourself so close that the tips of your noses brush together, his resolve falters. Baby blue eyes meet yours, and his lips part in a quiet gasp—when you close the electric gap between the two of you, he learns the taste of your name from the captivating way your soft lips seem to whisper it against the cracks of his mouth. Over and over, until he remembers every syllable, every saccharine detail, every forbidden letter that he can’t say, deep into his heart.

“Please… hold me as I am. Not as a servant, not as a housekeeper, but a pure-hearted man who loves you with everything this universe has to offer. Promise me this, love… When the day comes that I have to part with you and my feelings, will you remember me? Your poor butler—who loved, loves, and will love you so?”

[solaris-cafe]

(Romantic interaction with Heathcliff por favor. And yes it's perno :headinhands:) "You..." they swallow, fiddling with their fingers as their eyes waver trying to keep eye contact with the beautiful blonde, "You look really pretty."

"H... Huh?!" Eyes widened, Heathcliff takes a moment to compose himself. He coughs into his fist, hoping you don't hear the nerves in his voice. "Thank you... I'm flattered you think that. You're really cute too."

Wait.

The last part slipped out of his mouth, and it took everything in Heathcliff to not just bury his face in his hands as his cheeks started to burn. "I mean in general! You're..." He trailed off lamely, averting his gaze. You're you, and when I heard you say that I couldn't help but lose my train of thought.

What was he doing? He's gotten compliments before!

"What I meant was," Heathcliff took a calming breath. "You're really cute as well - and cool, and I heard it was your birthday." He smiled, bright now that he's finally recalled what he wanted to say. "If it's alright with you, would you like to go pick up dessert together? A meal could work too, if you prefer."

Dazzling eyes met yours, genuinely just happy that he's able to spend this day with you. "I'd like to show my appreciation for you, so it'll be my treat." Might as well catch you while the others are preparing the party. "Is that alright with you?"

[mahoyakufluff]

Hi I’m AJ(they/them)and this is going to be a blog for writing stuff about mahoyaku! My favs are all of the Eastern wizards! I’m new to this kind of layout so if I make any mistakes please let me know. Please check out the rules before requesting!

Some stuff about me:

- Minor

- South Asian

- Shino and Heathcliff oshi

[inviberu]

music box

Confessing was no easy thing, especially for someone like Heath who could barely take a compliment without his cheeks burning red. When someone suggested he should give a gift instead, the gears inside his head started to turn. The most beautiful gift of all is one that comes from the bottom of one's heart—the question is: what was it?

Heath didn't know how to express his feelings without getting too many butterflies in his stomach to the point that he has to bend over to calm himself down or without tripping over his words and forgetting everything he planned to say. His cheeks would flare up and he would tear his gaze away from your figure as he told himself inside his head: "Not today, maybe not tomorrow either…."

Faust could barely stand the way Heath kept on backing out at the last minute during his decisions to finally confess his feelings. Faust pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms with a stern look on his face as he sighed. Heath sat up straighter, hoping that Faust wasn't about to scold him about something related to missions, unaware that Faust called him to his room to talk about more… personal matters instead of their line of work.

"I know there's a lot of stuff going on inside your head, but you shouldn't let it affect you when you're doing missions." Every word that came from Faust's lips was a lie to disguise his genuine concern for his student—roundabout, as a lot of Eastern folk are. Upon seeing Heath's face contort into one of slight panic, Faust immediately followed up with a question: "What is it that's bothering you anyway?"

Another lie. Faust already knew well what the source of Heath's worries is but he'd rather have Heath be unaware of the fact that he's been paying attention to him. Heath glanced down, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks and Faust could already tell what this was about even if he hadn't known about Heath's countless attempts to confess to you before.

"Faust-sensei… do you know how to confess to someone?" Heath's unexpected question caught Faust off guard, his eyes widening in surprise before letting out a small cough after regaining his composure.

"C-Confess?" Faust tried his best to play dumb. "Like those love confessions?"

Heath nodded slowly, "I've been trying to confess to someone for a while now but… I keep on getting scared at the last minute. It's like the fear of being rejected suddenly walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder."

"... You're a wonderful young man, Heath. I doubt there's anyone out there that would reject you" Faust closed his eyes as he tipped his hat slightly, trying his best to reassure him.

"Plus, you'll never know the answer unless you go for it." Faust chuckled, a smile forming on his face. Heath's eyes twinkled all of a sudden and felt his enthusiasm bounce back up as he grabbed Faust's hands into his own—Faust's expression slowly turning to one of discomfort.

"Then… Can you help me?" Heath asked hopefully.

"Me…?" Faust exclaimed, his glasses almost dropping down.

"W-Well only if you want to! I wouldn't dare force you to help me against your wishes..."

"I suppose I can try… I can't guarantee anything, of course." Faust agreed reluctantly and Heath beamed, his smile widening in happiness as he said his thanks to the Eastern teacher. "Well, first of all, if you find yourself unable to speak in front of them… don't you think there's a better alternative rather than confessing in person?"

After all this time, Heath had always tried to confess to you upfront and had never bothered to consider any other options until Faust brought it up. Heath wanted to curl up and bury himself six feet under at the sudden realization, feeling as if all this time spent was just used for needless worrying.

"Like a letter of sorts?" Heath asked carefully. Faust shook his head and merely answered his question vaguely.

"Something that comes from the heart." He pointed towards Heath's heart. "You're good at craftsmanship, aren't you? Why not make good use of that?"

A few days had already passed since Faust made that remark—living inside Heath's brain with no signs of leaving soon. A letter would've been easier but after taking it into more consideration, as well as Faust’s words, he decided to give it more thought. What was another alternative? A gift instead of a letter, perhaps? Heath ruffled his hair, deep in thought as he sat on one of the cushioned seats inside the lounge.

“Heathcliff?” A voice called out, snapping Heath out of his daze and adjusted his vision to the person in front of him—the northern wizard, White. Curiously, he asked, “is there something troubling you? Won’t you allow this old man to help if so?”

“Sir White… it’s nothing important, I appreciate the offer though.” Heath shook his head, trying to brush off White’s offer as politely as he could. White merely crossed his arms, nodding his head before a smug and knowing smile took over his face—as if he already knew what was troubling Heath without having him say anything.

“Ohoho… it’s about the matters of the heart, is it not?” Bullseye. Heath felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, unable to hide the surprise evident in his expression. White didn’t wait for an answer, for he already knew he struck gold—he let out a laugh. “It’s written all over your face! A young man falling victim to love… is what your expression is saying.”

Heath covered his face by instinct, horrified at the newfound information that it was written all over his face. He wished he could keep a poker face like Lennox, perhaps that way he wouldn't be so easy to read—unaware that was precisely one of his charming points.

“Haha… is it that obvious?” Heath muttered weakly, burying his face into his palms and White only chuckled at the cute display. “Sir White, do you know of any good gifts fit for a confession?”

White rubbed his chin, deep in thought. A fitting gift for a love confession—one would normally think of something like flowers or sweets as if it was valentine's day, that was the textbook answer, though when White glanced at Heath and remembered his knack for machinery and the likes, he suddenly remembered of that one era that had a specific trend.

“It's a bit old fashioned but back in the day, music boxes were the trend. Why not make one with music that reminds you of your beloved? Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you?” White beamed, smiling as if he gave a groundbreaking piece of advice. Heath’s eyes widened ever so slightly with his mouth agape as he thought about his words; music boxes were indeed old fashioned as you wouldn't see it normally these days.

“Me…? Make a music box?” He has never tried it before, especially not for a special someone, though he was confident he's able to make one if he tried.

“Ohoho, you’re good with machinery, are you not? Why not put those skills to use to make a heartfelt gift?” White nodded enthusiastically. Heath couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, already trying to figure out how he was going to construct one—it seems like the young master has already figured out which gift he should give.

Heath spent his days holed up inside his room by his desk, materials sprawled all over with chunks of wood littered around after he had carved the finest wood he could get his hands on after returning to the East for a short while. A focused look adorning his face as he drowned out the noises surrounding him, immersed in his craft.

Countless music sheets were crumpled and thrown to the bin at the side which was overflowing with scrapped pieces—music pieces. Heath was no expert like Rustica when it came to music composition, he had left his seat several times to consult the Western Wizard in order to make sure the music wasn't disappointing and was able to convey his feelings, somehow.

He planned to leave the box and a note anonymously, though he already suspected it wasn't going to be very discreet as he started carving the box with the same carving he engraved into Shino’s magic tool. One look at it and you would be able to guess who did the carving, for it was named Blanchett for a reason.

He added the finishing touches, blowing the small particles of dust away that remained in the corners before opening the box as a sweet, soft melody started to play—its gears turning as it played music flawlessly. Heath smiled at the music box he created, proud. He put all of his feelings of adoration for you inside one box, only revealing itself if you decide to open it, akin to Pandora's box.

As if reciting his last prayer, he clutched it tightly as he muttered his spell under his breath before standing up and deciding to leave it by your doorstep—this time, he'll let you know of his feelings.

As he arrived at your doorstep, he quietly wished that you weren't inside your room because that would make things complicated as Heath already felt like he was doing something scandalous. His cheeks burned red as he quickly dropped the music box as well as a small note before knocking once and scurrying off back to his room where he could finally put his mind to rest.

You opened the door, greeted by no one but a mysterious box and a small note that didn't indicate whoever sent it to you for there was no name. Without much hesitation, you picked it and inspected it—the intricate design catching you off guard as you recognized it as the same one present in Shino’s magical tool. And the one who made it was none other than Heath himself, that only meant one thing—Heath was behind this mysterious set-up. You felt your chest bubble up in excitement, an uncontrollable smile forming in your face as you felt giddy.

You opened the note, it read: For you have captured my heart, I offer this gift to you.

You felt your heart leap at the words you read, scanning it once again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, cheeks heating up as you realized what this meant. You quickly opened the box, not expecting a few blue butterflies to come out and fly around you as a soft melody played from it—a music box Heath made just for you. You could feel his magic from the box, did he imbue his magic? You suspected as much.

The longer you listened to the music, the more you felt like running to his room to tell him you felt the same way. There wasn't a single thing stopping you from doing so. With a determined look on your face, you started heading towards his room. Fortunately, you saw him walking in the hall, it seems like he hasn't arrived in his room yet.

You took the opportunity to jump at him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around you, panic was written all over his face when he realized it was you who threw themselves at him. With the proximity between the two of you, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

“W-What are you doing!?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and tried to push you away in an attempt to calm his racing heart. You smirked as you felt like teasing him more, though the huge smile on your face was unfitting as you told him:

“You could've told me in person… but, I like you too, silly!”

[mhykimagines]

helloooo welcome!! im so happy to see another mhyk writing blog! can i please request kissing in the rain with heathcliff (gn reader)? thank youuuu!! <333

Thank you for the warm welcome, and thanks for requesting!!

Do you feel the love? (GN!Reader/Heathcliff)

tags: fluff, kissing in the rain, heathcliff

“Hurry, come this way…!”

You can’t help but laugh. Isn’t this just your luck, being caught in a sudden storm while out on a mission with the blonde haired male? Usually Shino would accompany you and your boyfriend on missions like this, but this time he had to go somewhere with Nero and Faust, so that left you alone with Heathcliff this time. Your mission wasn’t even hard; all you were supposed to do was investigate why this nearby lake had been drying out in a village that relied on it as their water source since it hardly ever rained in this area. You suspected it was a result of the Great Catastrophe, but before you both could even make it to the village, it started raining. In an area where it never rained. You swear you didn’t know if this was supposed to be funny or not.

What wasn’t funny was this rain, though. It was pouring pretty quickly, quickly setting into your clothes and your hair and you were pretty sure there were puddles in your shoes. Heathcliff guides you by your hand to the tree with the best cover you two will get, and you places your hands on your knees as you hunch over in exhaustion, sighing tiredly as Heath leans against a nearby tree, catching his breath from running. “What’re the chances of this…?” He starts off, some sort of a breathy laugh leaving his lips as you chuckle in response.

“Tell me about it. Are we just unlucky, or what?”

You examine your clothing, which is heavy with water now, and while usually you would use magic to dry them out, the shade of the tree wasn’t the best and you were still being hit with rain drops. Granted it wasn’t as heavy and intense as before, but it would be a waste and a bother to constantly dry your clothes out. You’ll wait till the rain lets up, you decide, and with that being said you stand up straight, leaning against the tree with your boyfriend. A comfortable silence fills the space between you two, and your fingers gently reach out to curl around his. He doesn’t seem to be expecting it, so he jumps slightly out of alarm. Heathcliff was always so jumpy with romantic affection, but it’s not like you disliked that about him. After all, it was cute being able to fluster him so easily.

After he gets over his initial embarrassment and the fact that nobody is there, he holds your hand gently, your fingers interlocked with one another. It was nice being able to do these things with Heath, even in a bad or unexpected situation. You felt like things couldn’t even be that bad as long as he was by your side, as selfish as that may sound. But Heath seems to share your sentiments, if the way his face is flushed and the small smile on his lips is any indication. You both reach a silent conclusion to simply wait here until the rain lightens a bit, and you’re fine with that.

Well, until you remember something the Sage told you.

‘You know, a common trope in my world is kissing your partner in the rain! I’m surprised it’s not super common in this world…’

You find yourself suddenly intrigued by this idea. Why would kissing in the rain be so common in the Sage’s world? Isn’t the rain annoying? Why bring your partner into it just to kiss? At first you thought it seemed stupid, since humans don’t have magic like you do and would be forced to dry off the normal way… But, well, you were a wizard after all, and you two had to dry off later anyway… Surely it couldn’t hurt.

Having made up your mind, you push off the tree and start walking forward, making Heath cry out in alarm and stumble after you. “H-Hey, why are you dragging me back into the rain…?!” He says this, but isn’t making an attempt to stop you, despite his hesitation. You simply hum carefreely, not bothering to answer him until you’re both standing in the rain, and you turn yourself to face him.

“The Sage told me this was something they did in his world a lot, and I wanted to try it.”

“You could’ve warned me beforehand…!”

“You wouldn’t have done it if I told you!”

“What are you even planning-?”

You decide to cut him off by leaning forward, your hands untangling themselves from his hand and instead one of them situates itself on the back of his head, your lips gently meeting his. He seems genuinely startled, his hands scrambling to rest themselves on your waist as he lets his eyes close quickly, his mind overheating and refusing to let him keep his eyes open in embarrassment. It doesn’t take long before you feel him start to kiss you back, and you hum happily as your other hand rests on his shoulder. Is it just you, or do his lips taste sweeter than usual…? There’s no way the rain is affecting that, right?

The two of you sit there for a moment, kissing and holding one another like you’re the only people in the world. You think you’d be ok with that, honestly, but that was another thought for another day. After a moment you both pull away, needing air after sitting there stealing each other’s for a good minute or so. His face is bright red, and you can’t tell if that’s all from embarrassment or if that’s just from the rain, but you find yourself laughing before you know it. He speaks up, tightening his grip on your waist playfully. “Remind me to never let the Sage give you anymore ideas…”

“Aww, so you didn’t like it?”

“…I never said that.”

You laugh again, allowing Heathcliff to drag you back to the shaded tree while lecturing you about ‘no more surprises right now’. You had to remind yourself to thank the Sage when you got back.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

into the spotlight of your heart

kira kira no aidoru ni

Rutile as an idol is a novel concept, but if there’s someone who can take on the job of spreading love and bringing a smile to everyone’s face, no one fits the criteria better than the gentle Southern wizard. He loves using his innocent charm combined with his genuine love for those around him to light up his career as an idol, and he quickly becomes a favorite amongst almost everyone both in and out of the idol industry.

Rutile prefers to perform soft, cuter songs, but he isn’t one to back down from a challenge! If prompted, he can easily digest darker and more intense concepts, and the smirks and sharp glances he sends at the camera and at fans always leave him trending on social media. He gets flustered if anyone brings it up later, but it makes him happy to know that so many people support the many sides of him that he shows as a performer.

There’s nothing he loves more than dropping hints about how much he loves you when people least expect it. He keeps your relationship a secret for your well-being, but he’s always talking about how much he “owes so much inspiration and love towards a special someone” in his life and winking at the camera where he’s sure that you’ll see him. Even when he’s writing lyrics, you can tell that he wrote every single romantic line with you in mind, and you can’t help but feel touched to know that he’s always thinking of your happiness.

Rutile always draws his cover album art by hand, and no matter how unconventional his style can be, he beams with pride whenever he sees his beautiful art and music being sold. If you have any suggestions as to what he should draw for his covers next, he’s all ears… even if his art might not exactly convey what you had in mind.

All in all, Rutile does his best to balance his idol life and make plenty of time for you. Whenever he’s abroad on tours, he makes sure to call you lots and send you presents, and whenever he’s working in his studio, he might invite you over for an impromptu cuddle session. You’re his soulmate and his muse, and Rutile treasures you more than words can describe. But you don’t mind: you can feel it in the way he looks at you, holds you, and kisses you.

“I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for what I have right now… There’s so much love all around me, and you’re the reason behind everything I do.”

Chloe’s a bundle of energy when it comes to his life as an idol, but he also takes it seriously. He knows that a lot of people look up to him, and while it may seem daunting to think that he bears the responsibility and good will of so many people, Chloe steps up to the occasion and vows to do his best to repay all the love he’s received so far.

Similar to Rutile, Chloe likes upbeat and happy songs. He’d love to try darker concepts, but he gets so awfully giggly at the thought that it takes him a while to actually get himself together to try it out. His flexibility and passion for his idol work really shines through though, and no matter whatever his management company throws at him, Chloe manages to stomach it all with a big grin and sparkling eyes.

Despite being such a beloved idol and a fierce performer, Chloe is still like a lovestruck puppy around you. He’s constantly asking to hold your hand or asking you for kisses, and even if his management scolds him to keep your relationship as subtle as possible, Chloe just loves you far too much to hold his affections back! He has faith that his fans will support him whether or not he has a significant other, so he’s more than willing to take the “gamble”.

He insists on preparing the clothes for the group, and he adores sharing his ideas with you. He seems to be able to find inspiration from anything: Rutile’s hair in the wind, Heathcliff’s smile towards his fans, your voice softly calling his name... He might even ask you to model for him, but you two both know that he’d still gush over you like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine no matter what you wore for him.

Chloe does his best to make his feelings clear to you, and he appreciates it if you’re transparent with him as well. It isn’t easy to be an idol and juggle a private life as well, so he wants to be able to understand your needs and match them perfectly. Relationships are a two-way road, and as long as he has your faith and your love, Chloe’s confident that you two can craft up a happy ending so perfect that it leaves even Disney fuming.

“Stay by my side, okay? I... I want to be with you for a bit longer. Everything feels so much brighter and better when you’re with me.”

It’s amazing how Heathcliff ended up as an idol given that this boy has the worst stage fright in the world. He never fails to deliver an astounding performance whenever he does go up on stage, but his shyness never fails to fluster him up no matter what. You and the members of his group are right by his side, encouraging him to live in the moment and own up to whatever his heart tells him to do.

While he enjoys the bubbly concept and songs his group has, Heathcliff also thrives with slower and heartfelt songs. Ballads fit his buttery voice like heaven, and whenever he does lives late at night, his audience constantly begs him to sing them a lullaby to close the night. Of course, he always agrees, and his voice never fails to relax everyone listening.

Heathcliff prefers to take his relationship with you slowly, showing you his heart bit by bit rather than dishing out flashy declarations of love. His members always tease him to say something cool and romantic before concerts (something like “This song goes out to a special someone”), but he turns so red and starts stuttering like the world is ending that it often ends in a giggling fit from all three of them rather than a confession.

Heathcliff manages the group’s logistic side, so if you have any questions about anything, he’s your guy! He loves giving back to his group, especially after all the encouragement they give him, so he always puts in 100% to make sure everything is handled without any problems. Rutile and Chloe learn quickly that he tends to overwork himself though, and they often send you to “tempt” him into resting with the promise of cuddles.

Heathcliff is a sincere idol and an even more genuine lover, so he does all he can to make it clear to you that he loves you more than anything else in the world. He makes sure to tell you that he loves you whenever the two of you are together (even if it leaves him a blushing mess), and his heart swells with adoration whenever you tell him you love him back. Heathcliff can’t imagine a world without you, so he cherishes you so dearly that it would make anyone swoon from all the love in the air.

“You’re like a miracle that stepped into my life, my darling! ...Ack, was that a bit too much? I don’t know how Rutile and Chloe can say things like that so smoothly!”

[serendiquity]

Halcyon Days

Synopsis: You wish things could go back to the way they used to be. 

Looking at him now, eyes sparkling and with a joyful, beaming smile on his face, you find yourself barely able to recognize him anymore. What happened to the boy who would sneak out with you to play, the one that laughed with you as you both spilled all your secrets? Now, you can only see a young man, moving forward while you remain rooted in place, still clinging to the past. 

You had so many regrets. You wished you could turn back time, to when he first told you his secret. You missed how happy you both were, splashing around in the rain without a care in the world. 

Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. It was far too late, anyway. Looking back now, perhaps there was no other way it could have ended. You were both children then, after all, naive and scared. 

“I’m a wizard.” 

“What?” Your brow furrowed. When Heathcliff had told you that he had something big to tell you, you never expected for it to be something like this. “Stop joking, you can’t be a wizard. Wizards are selfish and cruel liars who don’t care about anyone else. You’re nothing like that!” 

He shook his head, unexpectedly firm, “That’s not how things are. Sure, some wizards might be evil, but not all of them. Please, won’t you at least try to understand? Don’t you trust me?” 

You didn’t understand. But you did trust him. 

“... I’ll try.” 

And you did. For a while, things were fine. But soon, after he started learning magic, you began to doubt his words, your parents’ words ringing in your ears. 

Never trust a wizard. They’re dangerous and manipulative, only using you to get what they want. They will do anything for power and throw you away when you’re no longer useful. 

So you began staying away from him more, confiding in him less. You didn’t look him in the eye, and your hands trembled when you did. You didn’t know what he wanted from you, and so you couldn’t help but feel afraid. Eventually, all that tension snapped, finally breaking what was left of the bond between you. 

You decided to leave. You told yourself that it was because of the opportunities, that you wanted to try something new. But deep down, you knew that it was just an excuse to run away and not have to deal with these conflicting feelings anymore. Love and fear, both wrapped in a tangled mess around your heart. 

There was no goodbye. Every spoken word would weigh like the ocean, which was so much more than you could handle. You simply left, never seeing him again. Not until now. 

And for a second, your eyes meet, and you almost think he remembers. But then he turns, walking away, and you feel like that lost little girl all over again, all those years ago.

[hotaru-no-yume]

A Tale Within the Festival of Miracles

The blue rose symbolizes miracles. But after that festival, you can’t help but see it as a symbol of your happy ending. NOTE: Reader’s family is awful here. Mentions of verbal abuse in the first and last parts.

"Be grateful you cursed child. I've finally found some use for you."

You kept your expression blank as your father started showering you with insults once again. Your gaze never left the meal in front of you, carefully slicing it to small pieces with your knife before stabbing it with your fork. Practiced movements that had been taught to you since you were young flawlessly hid your aggression and frustration in response to your father's verbal abuse. 

Your younger sibling snickered, relishing in your misfortune - had you done the same at the dining table, you would have been heavily reprimanded for lack of manners. Isn't that just unfair? The insufferable brat could get away with anything. Your mother, as always, did not say anything. Though you didn't really mind. She's been ignoring you for years; unwilling to accept that she had given birth to a child with magic. 

"I've found an engagement partner for you."

You froze before finally meeting your father's gaze. That was surprising. Your powers usually warded off potential suitors. No one ever wanted to be involved with the likes of you.

"Do not ruin this opportunity. This is your chance to be of use to our family. If you mess this up, we're throwing you to the streets. Do I make myself clear?" You kept your disrespectful thoughts to yourself, giving him a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"Yes, father." 

"Excellent. You will be meeting your future partner after a week. Be sure to prepare." He commands before continuing on with his meal. 

Your younger sibling apparently had enough with being ignored and had started throwing a tantrum. Your parents were quick to placate the brat, and you were left forgotten. Once you had finished your meal, you quietly excused yourself and exited the dining room.

You shut the door with a loud slam, feeling your blood boil. Leave it to your father to not ask for your own opinion when it comes to these things. He must have been excited to finally get rid of you. You expected that he would do something sooner or later, yet you still felt tears of frustration threatening to spill out as you recalled his words. You wondered what sin you committed in a past life to deserve all of this. You used to think that magic was a blessing; that you could make your family see that it isn't something to fear or be ashamed about, but over the years, that childish hope for acceptance and affection slowly dwindled. 

The mansion you grew up in resembled those that you've seen in fairytales, but underneath that beauty was an ugly cage with painful chains that ate away your heart and happiness. 

You wipe your watery eyes before laying down on your bed, exhausted. Your maid hovered around you nervously, eyes darting around the room. She probably thinks your magic would lash out and cause harm if she got too close.

"M-Master, please get up. You still haven't had your bath yet…" 

With an irritated sigh, you got up and let her prepare your bath. As you waited, you went out onto the balcony and saw the bright lights of the city in the distance. It seems a lot of people were there at this time.

'Is there an event?' You wondered.

"Hey, what's going on in the city? Why are there so many people?" You asked the jittery woman after she re-entered. 

"Oh...it's the start of the Blue Rose Festival." 

"Is that so?" You recalled your parents telling the story of their first meeting to quell your sibling's curiosity some time ago. The two of them had met during the week-long festival when they were in their prime and eventually ended up together - a good example of the belief that those who cross paths during the festival will have their lives intertwined, one way or another.

You ignore your maid's calls to come back inside as you stare intently at the lively streets in the distance. You always wanted to attend a celebration like that, but your family never let you out of the house in fear that you would 'besmirch' their name. A mischievous smile appeared on your face before you went back inside. To hell with them, you're going to have some fun before you get married off to some spoiled noble.

"Forget my bath and nightwear. Prepare some simple clothes for me instead. The plainest ones you can find. I don't want to draw attention to myself when I go out."

"Y-Yes, certainly- wait, what?! Master! You don't mean to go out tonight, do you?! T-The Lord and Lady would never-"

"They don't have to know." You cut your maid's protests off before bringing out your magic tool. You felt rather guilty when you saw the terrified look on her face, but she would never let you go otherwise. 

"Let's keep it that way, alright?" You purposefully lowered your voice into a threatening one, causing her to squeak. It's not like you would actually harm her though. This was just a simple bluff. She bowed and scrambled to your closet to prepare an outfit as you instructed. Meanwhile, you approach your mirror and utter your spell. You watch your features begin to change; turning into a completely different person. 

No one will ever recognize you.

Day 1

Sneaking out of the mansion was ridiculously easy with your magic. All you had to do was turn yourself invisible and keep quiet. The guards were completely oblivious to your escape. Before you knew it, you were outside the gates. You feel the soft grass beneath your feet, you hear the rustle of the trees as the wind blows and the ocean of stars that decorated the night sky. Your ears perked up once you heard the festive music getting louder. Your cloak fluttered in the wind as you started to run, excitement getting the better of you. The moment you stepped onto the city streets, you felt like you had entered into another world. You look around in awe within the sea of people, marveling at the bright lights and the beautiful decorations. In this moment, you felt like a bird that had been let out of their cage for the first time.

"Hello, child. You must be here to enjoy the festival as well." An old lady carrying a basket of blue roses greets you. 

"Yes! It's my first time here. I'm very excited to experience everything in this festival."

She chuckles, gazing up at you with fondness and amusement, "I see. Here you are, dear. Have this. If you are to attend this festival, then you must wear a blue rose."

She quickly tied a blue rose corsage around your wrist.

"And this as well." Next, she handed you a blue rose brooch. "If you were to find a special someone, then make sure to give this to them, alright? I hope you have fun, my dear." She smiles at you one last time before walking off.

"Thank you very much!" You wave at her until she disappears into the crowd before gazing at the brooch in your hand. It glittered under the lights of the city but you were certain that it would remain unused and forgotten soon enough.

"Now then. Where should I go first?"

You look around, putting the negative thoughts in the back of your mind and putting your focus back on the festival. There were games, food stalls, souvenir shops…

"...and so the angel Roselia descended from above…"

"Hm?" You see a stage play being performed in the plaza, retelling the origins of the celebrations. You approach the large crowd of people, gazing at the actors and actresses on stage.

Many years ago, an angel had fallen in love with a wizard of flowers. The wizard, in turn, loved her too. They would meet every night in the wizard's dreams and as time passed, they fell deeper in love with each other. The angel wished to see the man she loved in person, but God did not allow her. Eventually, the angel was given a choice: stay in heaven and go back to her way of life or fall and lose all of her powers. Much to God's surprise, she chose the wizard. The people of that time saw an angel descend from the heavens. Her wings slowly disappeared, turning black and crumbling to dust. The otherworldly glow she had dimmed as her powers diminished, becoming an ordinary human. However, even as she fell, she felt no fear, because her love was waiting for her. He caught her in his arms and what bloomed around them was a garden full of blue roses. The flower that symbolizes miracles. They married and lived a happy life. The woman grew old like an ordinary human and died in her husband's arms. The wizard followed soon after, having predicted his time of death. The house that they lived in had been turned into a memorial site a long time ago. And what's mysterious about it is that blue roses always seemed to bloom beautifully there, no matter the season.

You clapped along with the other people in the audience once the play was over, making a mental note to visit that memorial before the festival ends. 

Intending to explore more of the festival, you turned around, only to collide with someone. You would have fallen if the person hadn't grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. You blinked, slightly dazed before you looked up to thank them. However, once you caught a glimpse of his face under the hood, you can't help but gape. In front of you was perhaps the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Golden blonde hair that resembled the sun, vivid blue eyes that reminded you of the vast ocean; even that apologetic expression was attractive on his handsome face. You stuttered for a moment, unable to form words in front of the man's beauty.

"I'm so sorry! Are you hurt anywhere?" He asks worriedly. That snapped you out of your daze and you coughed, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart after you broke away from his hold.

"No, not at all. What about you, sir?"

"I'm alri-"

"Where did you go?!"

"Come back, my Lord!"

The man flinched and glanced back, face paling. Curious, you peek from behind him and see a group of women running through the street in search of someone. You look between him and the group before grabbing his hand. He jolts at your touch, but you tighten your grip and pull him into a run. 

"You're running from those women, right? I'll help. Just follow me and keep your hood on. Someone can spot that pretty face from a mile away." He stutters at your compliment before pulling his hood down. You laugh, leading him through twists and turns until the women's voices finally fade. Both of you ducked into an alley just in case and waited for a few more minutes.

You peek from the entrance, scanning the streets left and right before finally turning to your companion. "I think you're alright now." You give him a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. Faced with your positivity, he can't help but smile as well. You felt your heart skip a beat again. Surely, there was some rule about being that gorgeous? Or perhaps that man was just your mind playing tricks on you. 

'Maybe this is a dream…' 

Just to be sure, you slapped your cheeks several times. You winced in pain before hearing the man's worried voice again.

"W-What are you doing?!"

"Alright. You're real."

"Huh?"

"It's nothing." You waved off his concern as if slapping yourself was the most normal thing in the world. Wonderful. He must think you're crazy now.

"Anyway...thank you for helping me. Those women had been following me around for so long. I didn't know what to do."

"It's fine. No need for thanks. I wanted to help, so I did. Oh, and I'm [Name]! What's yours?"

"My name is Heath. It's nice to meet you. If there's anything I can do to repay you, then please say so."

"You don't have to. I don't really need anything."

"I insist. I always repay my debts."

Saying that with such an earnest expression on his face...how can you possibly refuse?

"Um...well. Attending the festival alone is very lonely. If you don't mind, please accompany me."

Day 2

It had only occurred to you the next night that you had asked a stranger to tag along in your little adventure for the whole week. Not only that, you recalled that one of the women had called him 'my lord', so he might be a nobleman. Great. You probably bothered him and wedged yourself into his schedule. You've seen just how much your parents had to deal with in high society, Heath was probably experiencing something similar. 

"[Name]!" You looked up and saw Heath waving at you in the distance. You returned the gesture feeling guilty of your hasty actions. 

"Did you wait long?"

"Not at all. I just got here." 

"That's good. Also, I would like to apologize. Asking you to accompany me for the entire festival was really rude of me. It's fine if you don't stay for the entirety of the celebration. Just until you're able to."

He smiles in reassurance. "Don't worry. I came here to relax. Besides, I felt lonely too. A close friend of mine is out on a job so he couldn't come with me. So, let's enjoy the festival together. Shall we?" He bows gracefully before holding out his hand towards you, like a prince asking for a dance.

"You...you're really charming, you know that?" You muttered before taking his hand. He laughs at your comment as a pink blush rises to his cheeks. 

"Why, thank you."

The second day of the festival was fun. Heath had no problems with you deciding on where to go next and what shops to view. There were lots of stalls that sold delicious food and fun games with lots of different prizes. Heath had looked at you in surprise when you said you had wanted to enter an arm wrestling competition.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, nervously looking at your opponent: a large burly man with a lot of muscles. 

"Just watch me!"

Much to the crowd's astonishment, you won easily, slamming the man's arm onto the table. You internally stuck out your tongue as a sign of mischief - no one knows you had used strengthening magic on your arm. To them, you just looked like an average person with an abnormal amount of strength. You walked off the stage with your prize in hand.

"That...that was amazing. Congratulations." Heath smiles at you before leaning in right next to your ear and whispering, "But please be careful about using magic, alright? You might get into trouble if these people find out."

You jerked away, trying to control your flustered expression. That gave you a shock. Unable to form words, you only managed to give him a thumbs up and a crooked smile.

Both of you had tried out more games and wandered around before finally calling it a night. You bid him farewell before walking home.

Day 3

"Will you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Heath asks on the next night you meet up before taking another bite of his food. Both of you sat on one of the park benches taking a quick rest. There weren't many people around in this part of the city, but you still kept your voice low.

"Hm...well, you already know I have magic. And then…" You begin to tell him about your circumstances, your family, their mistreatment, and your approaching engagement. Normally, you wouldn't share these things with a person you've only known for a few days, but Heath looked like a trustworthy man, and he was a wizard. Your own kin are easier to trust than the humans with fickle hearts. 

He looked crestfallen once you arrived at the end of your story. He looks down, anger and frustration swirling in his eyes. "Even now, some humans still hate us. I just can't understand. We laugh, we cry, we get angry, we love just like everyone else. So what if we have magic? We're still people, aren't we?"

You give him a sad smile before looking up at the starry sky. "Humans fear things that they can't understand. I don't know if it's the same for everywhere else, but my family...they lock me up and attempt to control me so I wouldn't harm them. It might have given them a sense of security. Can you believe it? They fear their own child who wants nothing more than their love. It's kind of sad."

Heath doesn't say anything, but even his presence was enough.

"Thank you for listening. What about you Heath? Do you have a story to tell?"

The two of you talk late into the night. A pair of outcasts that found solace in each other's presence. In this world that rejected the unknown, you can't help but think that your meeting was a blessing.

Day 4

"I never want this to end." 

Your voice wavers as the tears you've been holding back for so long finally fall. You call Heath's name and his response was to pull you into an embrace. You scream and cry like a child in the dead of night, letting out your frustrations and worries. You feel him patting your head, you hear his whispered words of reassurance and feel his calloused hands rub your back soothingly.

"It's okay. It's alright. Everything will be fine."

They won't be. You know they won't be alright. You'll get married off to some unknown noble while your family celebrates your departure. You're just moving from one cage to the next. You feel as if one day, you will lose yourself to your despair and sadness.

You spend the fourth night crying in Heath's arms. You wished that you didn't have to leave.

Day 5

Heathcliff looks out of the window, vivid blue eyes reflecting the moon and the stars. His gaze lowers to the streets below, seeing bright lights and cheerful faces. The clock chimes, signaling that it was already midnight, yet his lamp continued to flicker and burn. 

He contemplates his choice, for he knows that once he sends this letter, there will be no going back. He had always been the cautious one. The type of person that would think deeply about his actions and it's consequences. He had always been the one to scold Shino for being reckless.

However, he felt like this was the right thing to do. He hears his childhood friend's voice in his mind.

"You are the head of the Blanchett household now. Even if you act out, no one will raise a hand against you. I'll make sure of it. If it is my Lord's wish, then it will be fulfilled without question."

Day 6

"I want to visit the Blue Rose memorial site today." Heath was quick to agree and you both set off to the couple's final resting place. What greeted you both when you arrived was a garden of blue roses, glowing beautifully under the light of the full moon. 

You lean down and touch a delicate petal with your fingertips, marvelling at its beauty. You recall the tale of the angel and the wizard, thinking that this wasn't just a symbol of miracles. To them, it might have been a symbol of their eternal love. 

'Maybe, in another life...my story would be happier. If God really does exist, will he grant me this wish?'

You turn towards your companion, seeing him admiring the rose garden with a soft smile. Again, you are reminded of just how beautiful he is. Inside and out.

"Heath."

"Yes?"

You approach him before taking out the rose brooch from your pocket. You put it on him without a word, thinking that the color matched his eyes perfectly. 

"Do you know what that means?" You ask, teasingly.

"Yes." He breathes out before taking out an identical brooch and doing the same thing. Your heart flutters, feeling yourself tear up again under his gentle gaze. 

'Perhaps I…'

Day 7

You and Heath watch the fireworks take off into the sky on a secluded hill, painting the night with beautiful colors. Before you realized it, both of you were already holding each other's hands tightly, perhaps due to the inevitable goodbye that was nearing.

It was time for this happy dream to end.

"[Name], may I see you?" He asks. All this time, you've been keeping your altered appearance so Heath didn't know what you looked like.

You let your magic fade as you revealed who you were under your disguise. Heath cups your face with his hands, taking the real image of you in. 

"Beautiful."

After a night filled with tearful goodbyes, you wake up the sound of several maids running around your room. You were urged to get up the moment you opened your eyes. In the early hours of the morning, you were thrown into the bath, dressed in the finest and fanciest clothes, and prepped to perfection - all for the sake of a person you've never met before. You ignored the maids mentioning your puffy, red eyes as you walked out of your room.

Your legs felt heavy as you walked down the stairs, feeling as if you were about to walk into an execution ground instead of meeting your partner. Perhaps you would just fake illness later and run away to some other country. Where to though? The west? The south? Maybe the central country? 

You waited for the butler to announce your arrival before walking into the lounge. There, your father was seated talking to…

"...Heath?" You whispered.

Heathcliff turned at the sound of your voice, giving you that shy smile that you've learned to love so much. Your father turned red in anger at your lack of respect, standing up in order to reprimand you.

"You insolent child! Show some respect! We were going to marry you off to a count in the neighboring town, but the Lord of Blanchett had sent you a marriage proposal himself! God knows you even managed to bewitch him but-"

"Shino." Heathcliff called and a tall man with long, black hair immediately held a scythe to your father's neck. His sharp, red eyes glared at the man mercilessly. "Watch your tongue. You will not insult my new master."

Uncaring of your father's predicament, Heathcliff stood up and approached your frozen form.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Heathcliff Blanchett. I look forward to getting to know you in the life we'll spend together."

The rose brooch he was wearing glittered in the morning light.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

in the dark

“let’s have the moonlight be our spotlight.”

vampire! heath x vampire hunter! reader

gender neutral reader

synopsis: you know better than anyone else that your duty is to kill the vampire and make sure that the eastern country stays safe from those monsters. but heath is a pacifistic vampire who chooses starvation, unable to bear harming anyone else, and more touching than anyone you’ve ever met...

content warning(s): violence, death mention

placed under cut for sensitive topic area!

The rumors about the vampires dwelling inside the Blanchett Mansion were many and generous, and you already expected the Eastern Royal Family to summon you to their quarters long before the paperwork must have been filed to send for you. Words about vampires spread fast in this area, and as a vampire hunter who had brought down many amoral fiends to their rightful doom, you took these rumors to heart more than anybody else ever could.

Being a vampire hunter was a twisted occupation. You were nothing short of a murderer--you knew that deep down--with your slaughter justified only through the lens of justice that the humans set up. After all, vampires never asked to be born to a life of suffering and blood thirst, but money was money, and knowing that your job allowed the regular folk to live their lives without any fear was a fitting reward in its own right.

“I’ve found you.”

That was the excuse you gave yourself, standing in the dimly lit doorway leading to the main room of the mansion. You held your silver weapon out in front of you, brandishing it like the holy beacon of sin it was, a walking oxymoron of righteousness and wrongdoing all at once.

There’s no doubt that the boy keeled over before you was your target. The eternal undead, the spitting image of everything incorrect and backwards about this universe, a mark from the depths of Hell or whatever other demonic paradise people believed sent to remind humanity of their place within the world. 

He was the vampire you were to kill.

“I…,” he murmured, his breathing shallow. “I’ve never-”

“Save your excuses,” you replied, swallowing back any emotion within your voice. You had done this multiple times, and this boy would be far from the last vampire that would die within your own hands. “If you were worth saving, I wouldn’t be here.”

He let his head hang, the blue robes wrapped around him casting a glow of faux youthfulness around him. You had no idea how long he had been alive; most undead never bothered to keep count after enough eternities had passed to make their lives nearly meaningless outside of their bloodshed. 

“I don’t want to hurt people. I-I love people. I want to get to know them. What makes them laugh, what makes them cry, what makes them love… Because they’re the same as I am, aren’t they? What makes them so different from me? What makes them hate me so much? What makes them so intriguing to me to the point that I’d starve and deteriorate in order to gain an ounce of understanding, only for them to pay me back in spades?” He whispered breathlessly, looking at you.

Tears dotted the vampire’s eyes like dew clinging onto the surface of a tree’s leaves after a morning mist. Even if you knew deep down that you were here for a duty and that you were here for a greater cause, you can’t help but feel your heart lurch at the betrayal and the ethereal presence of the vampire in front of you.

His cascading blond hair wove across his eyes as he placed a hand to where his heart would be, as if mimicking the action of the humans he claimed he loved so much. What would be his response if he could feel a heartbeat there? If his empty chest could ache and flow with the same blood that he had thrown himself away from? You didn’t know, and you tried to think that it didn’t matter.

“Please…”

You also didn’t know what he meant when he said those words.

Did he want you to spare his life? Did he want you to make it quick? Was he surrendering truly, or was he one of those vampires that feigned weakness to catch everyone off guard?

You kept your stance, refusing to give him even the slightest bit of weakness. 

“Heathcliff Blanchett, bane of the Blanchett Mansion and terrorizer of the Eastern Country,” you stated coldly, each syllable like the tolling of bells before a funeral. Virtue and survival could never be friends, and you carved that deep into your heart. “I’m here on behalf of a commission from the royal family to rid of your presence once and for all.”

He pressed his lips together, his face like polished porcelain under the moonlight. It felt like he transcended life and death itself, as if he was a doll staring back pleadingly at you from behind a shimmery glass cage of his own making. You can’t help but marvel at the soft gleam within his sapphire eyes as he silently begs for his life, and before you could make your next move, you wondered if the twisting inside of your gut was from a sense of hypocritical vigilance or guilt towards the humanity of this young boy.

He rose to his feet, stepping towards you with a rhythm that made even the soft moonlight mourn. You stayed frozen in place. He didn’t look like he would attack you, and your heart clenched inside of your chest to see him face you.

Heathcliff placed a hand on your cheek, his hand as cold as the searing ice of the dead winter against you. You thrummed with life, and you could see that as you gazed deeply at his face. The complexity of emotions flickering against the vampire’s face was indescribable, and you held your breath when he leaned in.

His lips brushed against yours lightly: frost against your skin. A touch so ephemeral, so fleeting, so impressionistic that you could only decipher it as an action of someone with nothing but love. People who had known nothing but hatred in their life couldn’t touch like this, people who had known nothing but greed in their life couldn’t exist like this, and people who had known nothing but bloodshed in their life couldn’t kiss like this.

“I’m not ready, but I’ll meet you where you are,” Heathcliff said, the space between you an infinity of its own.

Your response was swift and simple.

You let your weapon fall to the floor, forgotten and forgiven.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

the dragonfly prince

“can you stop time for me?”

dragonfly! heathcliff x reader

gender neutral reader

synopsis: love between a dragonfly prince, no bigger than a hairpin, and a human, no smaller than a budding tree, seems more daunting and unlikely than anything else in the world. but you two make it work, and you both revel in what you’re allowed to have.

He kissed your fingertips whenever you met him.

Heathcliff claimed that it was his way of greeting you. Lives of insects were so fleeting in comparison to that of humans, and lives of humans were so fleeting in comparison to that of mystical beings of magic. He couldn’t kiss you like a proper human lover would, but a flimsy excuse was nothing in the face of unbridled love and truest affection.

So he kissed your fingertips. 

You had never met someone so delicate yet so lovely. No bigger than an apple yet with more magic within his tiny heart than an entire village combined, Heathcliff looked more like a fairy than a prince. Whenever you called him a human, he’d scrunch his face up and correct you with a voice that sounded like the first rays of sunlight, and whenever you called him a prince, he’d shy away and swat at your palms with his own.

You had never seen anyone so princely. His hair was the same color as the wildflowers that bloomed in the gentle spring days, and his eyes were the same color as the vivid splashes of a waterfall carving its history into a stoic cliff. From his back, a pair of wings sprung forth like a spell being uttered from his lips: a rainbow of colors reflected from the light and into your curious eyes whenever he shifted them. On top of his head rested a crown of twigs and leaves, and in lieu of gemstones, drops of sap and frozen dewdrops adorned his brow. 

“They don’t like me sneaking out to see you. They say that it’s bad for a dragonfly to fall in love with a human,” he whispered. A bundle of oxymoron slipped past his lips, but he silenced them by pressing them into your fingertips.

You glanced at him, the prince resting on top of your folded knees. “Does it matter to you?”

“Nothing matters to me anymore. Nothing except the heat in my skin when you hold me, the twinkle in my eyes when you look at me, the tightness in my chest when you tell me you love me,” he laughed. His hair flung across his forehead like a meteor shower at dawn, and you couldn’t help but lift your fingertips greedily towards his mouth again.

“I love you, my prince.”

Heathcliff shook his head. “Don’t call me that.”

Your lips quirked upwards into a wry smile, and you watched with intrigue as he pressed another kiss to your hands. Your skin tingled with a sort of electric joy that only he could ever give to you, and you leaned forward to press your own lips to the top of his head. You wondered what it must feel like on his end to be kissed, to trust and adore someone leagues larger than you to risk your entire world for a singular kiss.

But he let you kiss him anyway, he let you give your kisses to him.

A crown of kisses, a crown that only the dragonfly prince could lay claim to.

“I love you, Heathcliff.”

[mahoyakufluff]

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