Aurelaeus G.

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[aurelaeusgarwood]

✨ Introductions ✨

Salutations! for here it is, Aurelaeus

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I hope for you to enjoy and relax as you read. Miigwech!

[notschlatt]

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[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Jschlatt x Male Reader

Ratings: Mature / 18+

(Minors DNI)

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2 years… Well… this is certainly awkward ._.

Yes, I’m alive, doing well, and actually enjoying myself. The last time I updated, I was in the middle of moving, and since then, a lot has happened. Somewhere along the way, I’ve forgotten to upload this chapter I had written… so please forgive my disappearance ;-;

The story will continue once I sort out my work schedule and get back into the rhythm of all things -_-

In the meantime, enjoy this chapter I owe you :3

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III | Y/N Wrensliede

February 17th, 1864 ~ Griswold Town ~ A couple of weeks later

My sister, who wanted me to accompany her to the town north of Linwood, sought out for themselves fine materials for a new dress. She was quite thorough about what certain fabric place she claimed was “Brilliant.” The town was rather large but short by distance, ranging from different variety of stores and merchants—a few fellow men bowed their heads to us as we walked on by, our destination to this fabric store by Campbell street was long but bearable. Not being in my own home was greater enough for my presence to be around. I pray to myself to not be in this town any longer. Most of the stores have caught my eye, however non of them seem to interest me.

“Sister, amongst these shops—the one you proclaimed is nowhere to be found, are you without a doubt certain that this place opened at all?”

“Brother, I am in fact right, it has to be around here,”

“Or we might just have Wyatt and Miles escort us back home.”

She rolled her eyes, continuing on our walk, more people came to pass us. Predictable, from a bow of their head, smiles and a wave—short but pleasingly thoughtful. Aside from the dreadful town’s appearance, it’s nature of it was lively and sweet. When the store was nowhere to be found, I delightedly was going to boast, until I turned around.

‘Schlatt & Sons, Dresses and Jewelry’ — There it stood, across the street on Everlynn, not Campbell.

“What did I say again? Oh, that’s right! ‘I am In fact right’, Let’s get a move on, Y/N.”

I shook my head, maybe I’m being a bit delusional with that name, certainly, it is just a coincidence. With my annoyance and crippling nervousness—along with sister’s chirpy attitude, We made it down the street toward the store. The building had a fine structure, with black bricks and white wood, for it gave an excellent appearance along with the golden metal handles, it ‘twas a magnificence to appease my eyes upon.

“I was made not aware of such a place,”

“You almost never leave the estate,”

“I most certainly do! Just not this area of Linwood, especially being in Griswold Town.”

The inside was even greater than the out, the fine wooden flooring gave a nice click to my shoes and the humidity of the room was comfortable, with much-handcrafted jewelry and rolled-up fabrics waiting to be sold. I quite fancied this place. Oh, that fine light green cloth would do greatness for the party! I shall have Wyatt fetch me two yards at least, maybe more of that turquoise too.

“Do what you wish, Y/N. I’ll be in search of next weeks party gown,”

“And what would you suppose I need stuff like this?”

“Well, you were observing some of those fabrics, write them down and give them to our two adorable footmen,”

“They have names if you will,”

“The one that used to admire you?”

“Oh enough Nikita, as if he’d think such distasteful nonsense.”

Sister chuckled, muttering something I couldn’t hear. I shrugged it off as nothing, taking my attention some elsewhere. I went over to the left side, browsing through the many shelves—running my hand along the neatly folded material. I passed a man restocking an empty shelf, he was quite handsome indeed, the very fine structure of his back, the bulkiness of his biceps. One glorious man he is—All right, where are the two fabrics I’ve seen entering? I walked to the other side of the shelf the man was restocking, then found the two clothes, very fine and smooth. I grabbed both with glee, happy to think of new wear for all to see. As soon as I took them in my arms, the man looked up on the other side, through the now empty shelf that he had restocked, there was an oddly familiar man… Then it clicked.

“Why hello—“

I shove back the material onto its shelf, blocking his view as I quickly turned around, frozen in place. I remained quiet as to maybe he would lose curiosity.

“Now that was quite rude was it?”

“Oh I’m deeply sorry, Mr. Schlatt, you only have startled me,”

“Do forgive me, I must say you also have startled me as well.”

There he stood, a metre in front of me, his coat he didn’t seem to be wearing—only his pants, suspenders, and loosely tucked in white blouse. How impolite he looked!

“I hadn’t known you’ve been employed here,”

“Well yes, This is my family’s business, I only have volunteered to help them out.”

His collar was unbuttoned, as it nearly exposed his collarbone, seems the hairs are almost making their grand escape. Now is this what happens to a man voyaging for weeks on end in the Atlantic ocean?

“I’ve always known you had a staring problem, seems like your etiquette misguided you,”

“Mr. Schlatt, please keep your manners up high and well, now would you kindly help me with this?”

“Gladly, Mr. Wrensliede, I would kindly be of assistance.”

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Nikita smiled, watching the scene unfold, putting each puzzle piece together, to which it all made sense to her, she let out a giggle, continuing on with her purchases, she just couldn’t help herself but to look more at their little interaction, seemingly adored she was. Nikita hasn’t seen her brother that happy ever since that one day, Mr. Schlatt had business with his father in the Canadas in Toronto she heard. Oh, how devastated Y/N was, she wanted to say something. But dared not to, as it would seem to make her little brother cry even more. With Mr. Schlatt’s passed journey overseas, It now made sense to her of their love. How dangerous it was. She kept her mouth sealed, afraid of what events might be released.

“Well, I’ll say that you have fine taste, giving your ways, Mr. Schlatt…”

“Heh, is that something I’m supposed to understand?”

“Hardly, with a mind like yours, I would’ve been talking with a rabbit about now.”

Schlatt chuckled, holding more of the clothes his love wishes to buy. Certainly, Y/N didn’t see it as is, more than a friendly exchange. Friendly banter if you think, well more of yearning and regret. The two chatted until it was over.

“Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Wrensliede,”

“Well, you do have a fine establishment,”

“I do consider myself such as a businessman.”

“Tsk tsk, Good day!”

With that, the two siblings were out the door, with footmen carrying such products, one nearly dropping Nikita’s clothes. Unknowingly of course. Schlatt watched from the window, in awe of seeing him at last outside. He hadn’t stopped thinking about him and had wondered when his invitation would come. The sun began to shine, as the two sat in the carriage. Nikita was the only one seeming to be a bit nervous and worrisome across her face. The feeling of a carriage did not go well with a Wrensliede such as her, nor did it do great when it came to long travels. Y/N saw it, knowing when to open the window at the right time as she retched her fill onto the ground, Wyatt looking behind, concerned as he continued guiding the horse to the estate. He wanted to let out his concerns and ask about her well-being, but hesitant—felt as if his existence was a mere nothingness for her fervent gaze to look upon his lowly self, so he kept silent. The window closed.

“You know father won’t let you go on these expeditions if this continues,”

“Oh please, Y/N it’s nothing! I’m just not used to this motion, I’m all right, no need of fathers blabbering nonsense,”

“Now have you… loosen your etiquette?”

“Have you loosened yours with him?”

“I… I beg your pardon?”

Nikita stopped, then began to recompose herself, as her intentions of this short wilting drama weren’t necessary or appropriate. The seat burned against her legs, while her corset felt too tight. She felt everything on her, the clothing, the seems, every single sensation of her skin being suffocated by her dress. Y/N seemed to recognize it, her anxiety was boiling up.

“Do stop the carriage this instant!”

With the shiftiness of the deceleration of the vehicle, he opened the door to step out, having his hand out as Nikita had trouble breathing, tears slowly forming. He guided her to the grass field of their yard. The soft wind blew off the heat she once felt. He stood by her side as she calmed down, slowly and one step at a time. He deeply cared for her, as well of her stress. He remembered what his mother used to tell him whenever he would get scared of his little dreams, so he thought it was best appropriate.

“Breathe Nikita, what was before is once no more, you’re safe.”

After what seemed forever but only ten minutes, she seemed relaxed. The clouds above dancing on the blue sky was all she could see, her favourite type of day, almost like cotton from her pillows. Y/N asked if she wanted to go back in the carriage and she nodded, silently as they walked back, to where Wyatt and Miles stood patiently waiting, knowing the two siblings bond and care, they didn’t judge nor thought it was odd. Wyatt yearned to reach out and guide her instead, but he held back. Miles admired the will of a man Y/N has become, one so daring and smart, yet caring and loving to another.

“Do have us going, I request that you take it slow,”

“Yes, your lordship.”

Nikita leaned her shoulder on Y/N, lost in thought as they made the rest back to their home. As the maids took their stuff, Y/N led his sister to their room, as Nikita needed rest, exhausted from the trip he even requested one of the maids to give her some medicine to soothe her sleep. After some time, his sister was asleep, calmly dreaming in her soft silk bed. He made sure to stay for a couple of minutes before leaving, so he was sure she slept comfortably.

“Will she be alright sir?“

“Yes, you need not worry, Miss Nikita will be all right once she gets her rest,”

“Yes sir, I wish you a good night Mr. Wrensliede,”

“Thank you, Miss, you as well.”

A Good night he had said, making his way to his sleeping quarters.

He was lost in thought of the man he once thought, why he still made him feel like a weak branch, ready to break and snap at anything. He wanted to forgive him, but he thought he mustn’t.

As a man like him shouldn’t have his forgiveness, not after what he had done, it’s in the past and he felt as if he must move on, but doubt flourished in, he started to feel…

and so he cried.

[kotiaz]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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My favorite screenshots of Schlatt from Ludwig’s Unpaid Intern stream today!

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[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Themes

(Minors DNI)

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After their encounter, Mr. Schlatt has some difficulty to try and resolve the conflict with his only love. But they were too occupied for his attention. After the party was over, He took his time to reflect on his relationship that the two once had whilst walking in the garden of the Wrensliede Estate.

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Chapter II: Jonathan Schlatt

I couldn’t piece things together. What did I do wrong? I thought he missed me as much as I did? My goodness, I am an idiot. I watched him walk away, painfully slow. I haven’t got to my feet to stop him, tell him that everything is all right. It felt too real to come true, just pure fantasy. A nightmare.

“Please stay… with me Y/N, you are only what I have.”

I mutter, a single tear dropped, that was all I shed that night, cold, burning against my cheek. The very pressure in my chest, irritating, could almost tear me apart to relieve the stress. I have not felt this before, what is it? Why does it hurt so much when Y/N is not here with me anymore? I need him, but I feel that whatever I do won’t ever matter. I sat here until I was soon well presented. Dusted my coat as I made my way back, It was a long but not too short walk, the stars slowly painting themselves above the dark blue sky—Oh how heavenly it was to see, upon each glitter, felt like each soul was giving me pity, some mourning for my loss of a loved one, while others laughed and judged, ready to announce my transgression. But what is love if it’s such a crime? Seems to be quite unfair that this world has become. I made my way inside and most of the fellow men greeted me, some old friends I recognized and some I have not met, perhaps they are new residents of this fine town.

“Where have you gone off to Mr. Schlatt?”

Said Lady Avelot, daughter of Lord Oswald Watson. She’s quite a fine maiden I do say. I gave her a kiss on her wrist as she bowed and blushed.

“Just for a walk during this lovely evening, How is your brother?”

“Mr. Watson is doing splendidly! Made some purchases of land for our expansion of fathers manor,”

“Now that is wonderful to hear.”

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, the many pieces of jewelry she had almost blinded me. I talked with a few more gentlemen when I noticed Y/N across the room again, avoiding my gaze. He laughed with some tall gentlemen, I couldn’t get a look at his face, but his stance looked almost familiar. The two exchanged more laughter before the stranger walked away. I saw his face and it was my old friend. Theodore Kennedy is one I have grown up with, If he’s here then so is Charles, but he isn’t anywhere to be seen. I wanted to go speak with Y/N, it was my chance and only chance to be sincere, but someone else had plans. Matthew Watson… Urgh.

“Sir Matthew! Oh how delighted to have you finally join us!”

He chuckled as they both embrace each other. I felt sick as if the wine I had was about to come back up. He was tall for sure but didn’t past my height. His hair was well combed and brown, like the dark wood of the flooring. I remembered as children, Matthew would always play with Y/N before I could even get a chance to have my turn. Almost as if he favoured him. The two chatted as I watched from afar—but difficult from the music and the many people talking. It was getting too loud for my comfort and almost deafening. I could go deaf or blind, maybe both. I don’t want to be here anymore but I need to speak with Y/N.

“Oh, how I missed that sweet smile Mr. Wrensliede. Look at you, all grown up,”

“Ha! amongst all, you have thy most dazzling smile of all.”

The two were flirting, it was obvious, unfortunately, the other guests never noticed. I wanted to approach them, pull them apart and just kiss Y/N till he falls in love with me again. I don’t want Matthew to take him away from me, I will not allow that to happen.

“Well it has been a week since I’ve been away, London is a frantic place to stride alone in, You shall accompany me on my next trip, yes?”

“You know how I feel about that city, too much smoke, I am deeply sorry but I mustn’t,”

I wanted to break them apart, His leer and demonic handsome features, as slim as he is, he does appear to swoop you into surprise. I remember long ago he used to blame me for eating Silas’ apples, and ever since, I still kept the weight of that man’s anger and beatings. How selfish of a man Matthew can be, cruel at most. But everyone views him as an excellent and spectacular individual. Rich, very—but stupid as a peasant.

“Well excuse me Mr. Wrensliede, I need to refresh myself with a drink.”

Now that he is alone, Now it’s my move—

“Excuse me, your Lordship, your father has requested your presence in his office,”

“Yes, of course.”

The two made their way out of the room, Oh great, He seems even more occupied. I followed from behind, quietly so as to not get caught. The fine carpets of these grand hallways were helpful for my stealth, as well as the large vases holding such beautiful flowers by the walls. They went upstairs and I did too, slowly down the hallway—whenever they turn left, right, then left again, until Silas’ quarters. The paintings watched, knowing that what I’m doing is very much intruding. The servant knocked on the door three times, gentle but enough for the man to hear. She opened the door for Y/N, only he went in.

“You’re excused, Annette,”

“Yes, your liege.”

She closed the door and I quickly hid behind the curtain. I could hear her approach, then swiftly walk past me, the sound of my heart beating as I waited a bit more. I walked out from my spot, then slowly towards the door. I kneeled down to the keyhole and placed my ear, eavesdropping on their conversation. It was muffled but I could make out a few.

“What do you mean she has scarlet fever?”

“—we’ll have to find a trustworthy doctor in order to treat her, wherever they may be,”

“You mean you’ll be the one that shall find one,”

“Y/N… I am doing what I can, you mustn’t fret!”

I leaned closer, my ear pinned against the metal plating of the keyhole, unaware of my surroundings, Mr. Watson seemed to have tagged along, in his fancy dark blue suit, he crept his way slowly behind me. Reaching ever so slightly.

“Now how cheeky could you be, hmm?”

I never felt so scared in my life, at that moment I could’ve let out a scream, cry out my fright, and broken whatever cover I had. I held it in, rather angry instead of cowering. So he followed me, just fantastic.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything from the likes of you, just a bit… curious, that is all”

The way he sipped on his glass, made me want to tackle him, let out my anger and pain I went through as a child when he would just cry and get all the sympathy from the Wrensliedes, lunacy that they favour him more than me. My attributes and character are more finer and reliable than that scheming, lying of a man Mr. Matthew Watson.

“Well enough of your curiosity and leave,”

“But oh Mr. Schlunt, How could I ever take my focus away when you’re on your knees, humorous I’d say, you’re insignificance is such entertaining I must say,”

“Just shut your mouth and let me eavesdrop,”

Watson chuckled, before walking over to the doors facing the outdoor walkways. He opened the door and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air—he stepped aside, waiting for me to join.

“Will you mind doing it out here, it’s terrible to get caught doing such acts.”

I gave in, how pathetic I am. Either way, I would’ve been caught, or perhaps Watson would announce my intrusion and have me banished from seeing Y/N ever again. We both were outside Lord Silas’s office a few feet away. Watson motioned for me to be quiet as we sneaked on the side walls, slowly making our way to the opened window that is his office.

“Your mother will either have to stay back in Paris, for her treatment and health, I can’t promise you that I will be able to bring her back home,”

“But she’s my mother, father, please! Is there at least something you can do?”

“I am afraid there’s nothing that I can do in this situation. What we must do is wait, have the doctor tell us if she’ll be all right.”

I heard Y/N cry, a few sniffles hurt my heart and hearing him suffer is never a great thing for me to bear. Watson seemed to be enjoying it. My love continued to let out his pain, his anxiety. I want nothing to do but go inside and comfort him, make him feel happy and supported.

“You should get some rest, Y/N,”

“What about the party?”

“I’ll deal with it, what matters is that you need rest, sleep.”

Y/N left, leaving Silas alone in his room. Watson and I waited, as the old man walked over to the window and closed it, sealing it. Now both of us didn’t seem to have any clue what is happening, his face was confused yet intrigued. We walked back to the party, silent. I didn’t know what to say and neither did Watson as well. Once we got back to the ballroom, It was starting to get late, people were getting ready to leave, and one by one they were out the door. Watson left as well, in his fine carriage, black with wooden carvings of flowers. He rode away, like everyone else did until it was only just myself. Alone at the entrance of Wrensliede Estate. No carriage arrived, as I walked my way here from Everlynn Street. Not too far, only just a twelve-minute walk. I went down the steps, y feet crushing the gravel beneath. I strode my way over towards Silas’ garden.

Passing many blossom trees, which were imported from Japan, a beautiful deal they made. The pink petals waved in the wind, whispering amongst each other, gossiping about what they saw and heard. Finally reaching the garden, I walked past it, only making my way to the apple tree that Y/N and I were just at earlier. The bitten fruit and broken glass were still there, now the wine dried out, the apple was not infested with insects, now getting the very treat they were waiting for. I could crush them with my heel, feeling the apple tear against my foot. I wonder if bugs could scream? It would be lovely to hear it. I sat down against the tree, my back feeling the hard carvings of the wood, my legs outstretched, flat on the ground. The moon cast its heavenly glow on my face, shining its way through the many whispering leaves of the tree. I looked over to the estate, out of the many large windows on the second floor, Y/N’s room was lit. He must be up, reading whatever novel or resisting the dictionary… I’m not sure what he does anymore. It’s been so long since we used to run around the flower fields, under tree after tree. I would tackle him with kisses and hugs as we hid under the many reeds. His giggles made me smother my love even more. What he would do, was very out of character for someone like him. His hand on my groin, his gentleness, his smirk. Each time I would stop and look at him, nervously wondering what he would do next. My garments felt tight when he did that.

I reach my hand down my area, feeling it now erect. I remember clearly how he would always make me feel, his touch, his sweet moans. He and I were very much not saints back then, he was a devious creature. His alluring gaze—insatiable. Whenever I would thrust myself inside him, he would beg for me to go harder, which I did.

“Dear Y/N, I’m feeling too much right now… Please let us stop,”

“Come now, you were just about to release,” Y/N pouted.

I couldn’t resist that face, so I came—all over his hand, it reached his chin. He smiled, letting me watch helplessly as he licked my semen off his hand. Oh how wrong it and unholy the scene was, but I loved every bit of it. I reached over and wiped the drop on his chin, he froze as I had my mess on my thumb. What he did, made me hard every time I think about it. He sucked on my thumb, caressing my wrist as he did. I looked around, in case someone was near, but no one. Just two lovers in a wheat field, alone and in love.

I opened my eyes again, looking down to which my hand was very much stroking my erection. I am disgusted with myself, so I continued to rub myself, my clothes suffocating me. I moaned out quietly, biting my lip as I went faster. All I could see was his face, his smile, his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the wind, or his laughter when I did a humorous thing. It was not long before I came, pulling away my hand, covered in my spill. I grabbed my handkerchief, cleaned off my mess, and tucked it back in. I checked my watch, wondering about the time.

11:23

I looked over to Y/N’s window, his room still lit, but this time dimmed. I grew curious and got up, trying to get a good view, to my luck it wasn’t very much great. So I got the very idea of climbing the tree. I must admit, I’m not a skilled climber. My athletic is good, just haven’t done this in a while. Once I reached the top of the branch, I got a decent view of Y/N’s room. There he was, painting on a half-finished canvas. I couldn’t see much of what he was making, but I can tell it looked beautiful. I leaned over to get a better look since the painting looked very lovely. The more I lean in, the more I could see his art, how colourful with the pastels were, the paint of a tree, riddled with red and bluish apples. I wanted more, I need to see more—

“Woah!”

I yelped as I tipped over, my tie getting caught on the stub of the branch. Only for a short second, I felt like I was choking, my legs dangling, the weight of my body hanging from the branch torn the tie as I fell to the ground, in a coughing fit I rubbed my neck. That’s going to be a bruise in the morning. I look up to see a tear of my favourite cloth stuck above, waving in the air. I looked over to Y/N’s window—for a split second, I hid behind the tree, so as to not get spotted as he opened his window, looking around, wondering what noise he had heard.

“Hello? Anyone out there?”

Silence.

Y/N looked at the apple tree, nothing out of the ordinary, just the tree. Y/N however spotted a piece of cloth, stuck on a branch, he wondered but didn’t care, as it was probably some nest material for a bird, but it did look familiar. He closed his window and went to prepare for his slumber. I was almost caught yet again. I felt tired myself, I didn’t care about my tie-up above, I could get it later. I got up and walked my way home, leaving the Wrensliede Estate, passing the opened gates, I glanced back, the home of my love sound asleep. No lights on, just darkness.

Goodnight Little N/N, see you in the morning.

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Pairing: Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual themes and Angst

(Minors DNI)

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In the early 19th century England, smart, handsome, beautiful Y/N Wrensliede has it all in the town of Linwood. From fine wine, to a rich estate. During one night, at one of the Wrensliede held parties, An old friend seems to have return with something in mind. Will their love be till death do them part?

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Chapter I: Y/N Wrensliede

February 4th, 1864 ~ Wrensliede Estate, Linwood

I could not believed myself as to what I am thinking and feeling—most certainly to someone I grew up with. Out of all these women in my father’s ballroom this late afternoon. I’d find myself a future court, unfortunately non of the women seemed to interest me other then Sir Jonathan Schlatt standing opposite from me across the room. When I first entered this room, I never expected to feel scared, nervous, warm. But I cannot and dare not discuss this feeling with myself or with anyone for that matter, too much of absurdity to handle.

Good thing for him to have not notice me yet. Too busy flirting with a poor maiden. Standing like a small stick next to him, uninterested and awkwardly quiet. She holds her glass firmly, as if he were to ever take it from her, Now that I think of it, I would love to quench my afternoon thirst with Uncle Frederick’s finest wine in all of town Linwood. One of the servants walked by.

“Give me a cold glass of Aurumbähr wine please,”

“As you wish your Lordship,”

Said the servant, she then walked away and disappeared from the crowd, then back with my drink in tow.

“Is there anything else you would need your Lordship?”

“No. You can go,”

Her curtsy made my stomach twist, not in a flattering way, but disgust. Why does father have to make us Wrensliedes feel more important then anyone else in this town? especially in my own home, I can’t even ask for something without being treated as royalty when there’s a royal palace miles up the northwest mountains. ‘Too much money’ I tell my mother, whenever she allows herself to listen to me, can’t tell if she can even hear me, that poor women is going deaf. Maybe I should speak with my tone higher next time?

“I see that you still hate being called that, your highness~”

I gasped, my drink almost falling out of my hands—there stood Mr. Schlatt, in his dark grey suit, his stature horrendously tall yet handsome. His face, punchable.

“How dare you almost make me waste this!“

“Is that Aurumbähr? I’ve had far better wine overseas,”

I gasped again, how dare he? My uncle’s family has been one of the greatest wine brewers in this country for decades.

“I’ll have you know Aurumbähr is far more rich and flavourful than those sour, earthy drinks you had from the Canadas,”

“Oh is that it? Hmm last I heard Frederick discovered bugs swimming in his barrels, care to explain that?”

“That was last year!”

“Are you certain? last I heard was back in August,”

I swear to the stars above, This man; yet older then me, cannot count to save his life.

“That’s still last year, what did you even do over overseas? get drunk?”

He laughed, his smile handsomely gross, a bit of his white teeth I spotted. He licked his lips so delicately, soft and—

“You know I won’t mind, Little N/N—OW”

I pulled away the little hairpin.

“Don’t call me that, we aren’t foolish young adults anymore!”

I whispered, looking around to see if anyone heard, Schlatt rubbed his arm, pouting in pain.

“But I thought that’s what you liked me calling you, when you would—“

I stomped on his foot, he yelped, crouching over as he was in more pain.

“Enough of that Mr. Schlatt, I am already growing tired of your presence at this moment”

“You’re right, I am sorry, that was a long time ago—but aside from that, how have you been?”

I am not certain on how I can answer that, I’ve been idle these years, being twenty-five of age, still haven’t been courted yet from other wealthy families and have not been in any interest at all.

“I am doing absolutely great, in fact, I was until my father never notified me about your invitation today,”

“Well you would’ve declined it by then”

“Exactly—“

“—Which means, I have something entirely important to give to you,”

I stumbled, my words being interrupted and talked over. The mannerisms on Mr. Schlatt is no gentleman to be. Out of all of the men in this town, Mr. Schlatt has a way to shut you up and hear what he has ti say, stubborn and selfish he is.

“And what is that?”

He said nothing, other then that look… Why do I remember that look? He gave me a folded piece of paper and walked away—lost in the crowd, I was alone with this neatly folded note.

“Hold this,”

I said to the servant, giving her my drink.

“Yes your lordship”

I can’t even… Never mind that, what did this idiot write.

———

Dear, Little N/N

Meet me at the apple blossoms behind your fathers garden at 17:30

~ Yours truly, Jonathan Schlatt

———

My name is Y/N Earwood Wrensliede, Mr. Schlatt, not little—No, I am not saying that play name ever again. What does he want? I check my watch and it’s 17:01, The sun should set in twenty-nine minutes, why that hour? I give my drink a few sips. The fine fermented grapes, sweet and savoury on my tongue. I look around and I don’t seem to spot him anywhere amongst the crowd of women and lords. So I waited. The room was probably my favourite out of this old building. The designs and decorations on the ceilings was done by some painter from Paris, quite a beautiful piece of the greek tales of the gods.

The gold and glow the room had as well as the fine music from the quartet gave me comfort. Just if he hadn’t showed up, maybe I could’ve found myself a Lady to court with, get my father to look up to me and take on the family name whence his time comes. 17:25 came along, I excused myself for a walk outside, still holding my glass half empty. The wine swirled as I strut, the colour swayed as if blood from a holiday steak feast I’ve had with Father and Mother.

Mother is not here as she is teaching ballet in France, so it’s Father and I watching over the Wrensliede Estate, A lovely and grand stone pillar home of these fine landscapes. It’s a long walk but l reach the garden and spot the assortments of blossom trees at the back,

Mr. Schlatt nowhere to be found. I walk further more, until I stop at the large apple blossom, blooming with shiny fruits, although half of them are eaten by the nature life out here. Has Mr. Schlatt trick me again? like when we were children?

Someone then covers my eyes, It was dark for a moment until I turned around, there stood in front of me, Mr. Schlatt—with a smirk and a laughter in his voice. I still don’t know what is about him, I haven’t seen him for awhile and he still acted the same.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve missed you”

“I— I ummm, well I missed you too…”

He chuckled, the pointed dull teeth showing as he looked above the apples.

“It has been six and a half years since we last parted ways… I know you have more than just to say, little N/N”

He stepped forward, I froze, I couldn’t seem to move.

“Well you left without a word to the Canadas, so I moved on, what did you expect me to say?”

He softly smiled, how awful did I miss that smile, I look around, trying to avoid his brown eyes, but to focus on the fresh seemingly ready red apple, hanging on the branch undisturbed. He looked at the apple too, before reaching up and taking it off the stem—My eyes widen.

“My father will kill you if he found out you touched his tree”

“Well he’s not here, besides, not like he wouldn’t mind if you did”

“Oh trust me, his anger is not pleasant”

He turned it around in his palm, before giving it a bite, I reached over but he moved his arm away, the apple bitten and out of reach. I looked at him like he was some lunatic, and he just smiled at me—chewing. I then felt his arm reach behind my waist, he then pulled me up to his chest, my heart beating faster. The glass in my hands slip, shattering upon the pavement. I stare up, his face looking down on me as he leans in, his lips touching mine as I felt his tongue reach in, the chewed apple pieces slide in my mouth, transferring from him to me… I can’t think. What is happening, my head hurts, my heart is beating hard that it hurts. He pulled away—I could feel the apple bits in my mouth still.

“You can swallow, Now he won’t know it was you”

I did what he said, I swallowed the bits as I felt his thumb caress my closed lips. I felt heated and unstable.

“You know little N/N, I missed you so much, that every man I see back in Canada, I see your face, your smile and your body… Please… I—“

“I think I’m tired, I need to sleep Mr. Schlatt, please excuse—“

He grabbed my hand as I tried to get away from his grasp, I could feel my nose leaking, the blood dripping down to the ground, mixing in with wine, almost identical. He dropped the apple as he spotted the blood.

“Dear stars, are you alright N/N?”

I nodded, as he lead me to a bench near by, sitting me down. I did t know what to do as he cleaned my mess, his large hands delicately and cautiously cleaning the blood. I waited till he was done.

“It’s… It’s N/N—not… that name,”

“I thought you liked it,”

“I…”

I don’t know what I like anymore, he gave my hand a light squeeze. I look away to where the broken glass of spilled wine and a bitten apple lay, a mess like myself and this situation becoming. Great, I’m crying in front of a man I used to love, someone who abandoned me without a word, a horrid moment I am to be experiencing. I could still feel the warm of where his lips used to press. Ever since he left I had no one else to fall in love. He was all I had and now he just arrives and proceeds to do all this like nothing has ever happened? Ludicrous.

“I waited, and time passed by—yet you haven’t returned…”

“My greatest sincerest apologies N/N, I have been wanting to meet before I left, but due to some scheduling I didn’t have time.”

“Not even for a note? You hadn’t bothered lettering me?”

He just stared at my hands, his thumb caressing my palms, as they start to sweat. His face indeed was sad, sorry for what had.

“After many weeks, I bled my tears every night, just hoping to see your lamp in the field glowing for me. I left my window open every night… Hoping you would be by my side when I sleep.”

“Darling, I—“

“Don’t you dare call me that, Just don’t you ever come near me again. Enjoy this last night Mr. Schlatt,”

My heart torn itself as I stood from the bench and walked back to the grand estate. I could feel his eyes burn into my back, like an hot iron print pressing onto a punished thief. I wiped my tears, made myself presentable as I entered the ballroom again. A few questioned about my puffy face, I said to them it that it was just the season change.

They laughed and I cried bitterly inside.