Orfevre x Reader — HC
The Gold Ship one won’t got posted ,, Idk why it won’t let me ?! So I’m just going to post the Orfevre one . . . ( ≧Д≦)
⚠️ : I apologize if it’s OOC ! This is just how I imagine Orfevre if she had a S/O (๑´•.̫ • `๑)
Orfevre doesn’t ask for your hand, she declares it.
“You are mine now. Rejoice, for you’ve caught the eye of the king of the turf.”
And yes, she fully expects you to play along with her royal fantasy—bowing, calling her “Your Majesty,” etc. But it’s never cruel. It’s her way of handling affection, power is the only language she knows how to speak fluently.
Yet, the second you actually treat her like a queen, she gets shy. She’s addicted to control, but your sincere warmth short-circuits her pride.
She’s constantly testing you. Not out of distrust, but because that’s how she measures worth.
She challenge you to everything, like running sprints, chess, even “who can resist smiling first” (Spoiler: she always loses the last one)
She wants to know you can stand your ground, not crumble before her title. A weak-hearted partner bores her.
But the moment you call her out, genuinely challenge her arrogance, she lights up. You’ve just proven yourself worthy of her orbit.
“Finally… someone who dares to speak to me as an equal. Very well. You’ll stay by my side.”
She’ll gift you expensive trinkets and call them “tribute from the King.”
But secretly, she handpicks them based on what you like.
When you’re tired, she’ll order everyone else away with,
“The King decrees peace and silence for their beloved. Begone.”
Orfevre doesn’t do vulnerability. She can command, she can conquer, but feelings? Ew, gross.
So the first time you comfort her after a loss, she probably snaps,
“I do not require your pity!”
…but the next day, she finds you and murmurs,
“…Your presence was not unwelcome.”
That’s basically her “thank you.” And once she starts trusting you, that pride becomes protective. No one is allowed to talk down to you, not even top trainers.
Underneath the pride? She’s so, so lonely.
Her "tyrant" persona keeps people at a respectful distance. She’s admired, but not known.
You’re the first to actually see her—the perfectionism, the pressure, the fear of failing her own legend.
When she’s with you, the act slips
She laughs louder.
She stops calling you “vassal.”
She admits she gets nervous before races.
And those moments? She treasures them like gold. (She’d rather die than say it aloud though)
She’s touch-starved, but also super awkward about it.
Expect her to initiate contact like:
“You should feel honored—the King permits you to hold her hand.”
(…but she never lets go.)
If you rest your head on her shoulder, she freezes for 0.2 seconds and then slowly leans back.
Kisses are rare, but intense. She kisses like she’s claiming a victory.
When she’s not “the King,” or generally in private, she’s surprisingly domestic. She enjoys silence, and embarrassingly, naps in the sun.
But her favorite thing? Sitting next to you while you read or relax, pretending she’s not enjoying the peace. Her tail sometimes swishes when she’s happy. (She gets mad if you point it out.)
She won’t melt easily, but once you earn her heart, she worship you in her own way.
Because the thing about Orfevre is she doesn’t share her world, she crowns you as part of it.
