Pairing: Xyx(Bloomic) x MC (fem) reader
Warnings: Death, the resurgence of my Vocaloid phase, and my incompetence at royal hierarchies.
AN: The last time I wrote fanfic was in highschool so please forgive me if I am a bit rusty. This is for the robo is bored raffle. <3
The clicking of the heels of his shoes matched the rhythm of the clock. As the clock ticked, each second got closer to midnight. Just as he reached the top of the palace staircase, the clock chimed, booming with a quiet authority over its inhabitants. His heartbeat slowed to match it as he formally greeted the man who introduced the guests. A fellow member of the resistance, they nodded in mutual understanding as Xyx paused to be properly “introduced” to his fellow members of high society.
“Announcing Duke Avery of Cendrillon.”
His eyes strayed to the floor of the ballroom and met the crowned princess's tender yet distant gaze as his mask started to slip off the bridge of his nose. He stopped to push it up further. He saw her face soften as he turned in embarrassment.
His breath caught, but just as quickly as it left him, he regained control and moved toward the dance floor.
The ballroom lights held an eerie, dreamlike quality to them. Each marble column, an imposing giant. Not unlike the ones in the fairytales he would hear the worried mothers of the village recite to their children. The palace served as a somber reminder of how detached the royal family had become to the needs of their people. The sparkling diamonds embedded into the walls with precious metals, the likes of which he had never envisioned, not even in his wildest dreams. Such disregard only strengthened his resolve as he moved deeper into the heart of the ballroom.
He looked among the crowd at the bottom of the steps once again in an attempt to find her. She, however, was nowhere to be found. Xyx continued to look for her from the sides while dancing with a few other partygoers, including a tall mage with pink hair who served as her father’s most trusted advisor.
He stopped for a moment to rest when he heard raucous laughter coming from the entrance to the gardens. Once more, his green eyes caught hers. She was standing with NightOwl, crowned prince of Nocternia, a neighboring kingdom. Trailing behind them was her guard. An imposing knight whose past was shrouded in mystery yet entrusted with her safety. Her eyes softened as she saw Xyx walk closer towards her.
Nightowl immediately noticed the tension between the two and gave Quest, who was tense from Xyx's arrival, a knowing glance.
“Excuse me, your royal highness. May I have this dance?” He extended a gloved hand in her direction. He smiled softly. NightOwl gave her a little nudge as she curtsied, her face flushed.
“Xyx. My name is Xyx.” She nodded in response as she placed her own hand in his.
The orchestra started to play a lively tune almost immediately, which allowed the couple to blend in with the crowd without drawing too much attention. The pair started dancing to the music.
Her dress glittered like the palace she resided in. Yet unlike the palace her eyes remained dull and glassy. Like a…
“What?” She looked at him confused.
“It’s just ‘your highness’ doesn't really suit you.” He says fighting the urge to turn and run.”You don’t fit in with all this pomp and circumstance.” She seems less offended and more melancholic by his sudden declaration.
“How about tonight we forego the titles?” She suggests, her grip softens as they continue to sway to the music. Once more Xyx tenses before staring down at her warmly. His tight grin relaxes into a genuine smile.
“I’d like that,” He says, twirling her once more to the music. Yet the blade stowed away in his jacket told another story.
As she stopped dancing, the crown on top of her head started to fall. Xyx grabbed it with a flourish and placed it gently on top of her head before it could hit the ground. Endeared by the act she moved closer to him. Placing her head on his chest she listened. Hearing the steady yet rapid beating of his heart beneath her.
The pianist started to perform their song as the orchestra's melody started to fade.
“You seem troubled.” She says in a hushed whisper. “Do you want to stop and talk about it?”
The way she asks him made him want to spill all of his secrets to her, it makes him want to abandon his mission and bare his heart as if she alone could solve the ache in his heart. But the very idea made him shake his head in disbelief.
“It’s nothing to trouble yourself with your highness.”
“I thought we agreed to drop the titles.”
“My mistake. But if I may ask. Why are you so insistent that we drop our titles?”
“Perhaps it’s for the same reason you reject yours, Lord Avery.” She says as she seizes the opportunity to gain the upper hand and spins him into a dip.
His face flushed. In that instant it dawned on him, he had completely forgotten about his cover story. He slipped up and she knew it. He can only stare slack jawed at her as he catches a glimpse at the time.
His mind begins to race as he looks everywhere for a way to escape. The words thundering in his mind once again.
“By midnight tomorrow night. You must take this blade and plunge it into the heart of the princess.” The command echoed in his mind like a chant. The spell would carry out regardless of whether or not he was in control. But maybe. Just maybe he could prevent it.
He turned to leave, fighting back tears as struggled to look her in the eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Her face panicked at the tears forming in his eyes.
“I have to go. Please.” She took her gloved hand and wiped away his tears.
“Please tell me what’s wrong.”
He felt vulnerable under her gaze. For a moment time seemed to stop as she held his face in her hands. Concern draped over her features like a veil. She looks like a bride.
He wonders if in a different life would they have been together? Would they have met in a better time, unburdened by life’s problems? Would she have comforted him in the same way? Would he have opened up in that life or would he have allowed her to slip away like the tears that escaped his eyes?
He doesn’t know. But all that he does know is that in that moment, he’d never felt more vulnerable yet more guarded.
He doesn’t remember picking up the knife. He does remember the shout of the guard that was with her earlier in the night, who’s watchful gaze remained on her throughout the night. He sees the prince drop his glass of champagne all over the ornate floors. He sees the blade pierce her tender flesh as she slumped to the ground.
The screams of the attendees sent the palace into a frenzy. Just as soon as he did it, he felt all his senses return to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says, clutching to the princess in desperation. He tears the sash of the uniform he was wearing, pressing it down on her open wound. Desperately trying to stop the bleeding. But to no avail.
“Shh. Shhh it’s ok. It’s alright Xyx. Please don’t cry.” Her once dull eyes began to brighten with a warm glow. A sharp contrast to the frozen gaze she had mere hours prior. How cruel was it that he only saw this warmth as her life was fading away.
She once again took his face into her hands. She wiped every tear to no avail, as the tears kept flowing she could do nothing to stop them or help them subside. Her murmurs grew softer until they ceased completely.
Xyx felt her hand drop from his face with a silent thud. Cradling her cold form in his arms he buried his face into her shoulders as he wept. He heard the solemn steps of someone outside his field of vision before his world went dark.
Xyx woke up with a start. He heard the sounds of music from the living room. He groggily groaned and forced himself out of bed, slipping on a pair of crocs.
“How long have you been playing that game?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.
“But xyx… honey. I’m —this— close to getting a perfect score on this song. It’s only been like four hours.” She says gesturing towards the tv screen with her controller. On the tv screen is the song Cendrillion, a quick glance reveals that the level is set to easy.
He rolls his eyes before looking at the state of the living room. On the nightstand where her can of yellow edition red bull is, is also a cd being used as a makeshift coaster for said redbull and a denim shirt. It goes perfectly with the photo from the skydiving trip they took over the summer. He strides over to the couch before gesturing towards the controller.
She hands it over to him as he plops down onto the couch.
“Here, let me show you how it's done.”
