admiration and confession [langris vaude]
request: langris scenario where he likes you but since hes the VC of Golden Dawn, he gets a lot of admirers. and he has Finesse. But then he ends up confessing somehow... Can you do a scenario of this please? Thank you! :) sorry if this is vague
As a kid, Langris Vaude never had trouble getting girls to like him. But as much as he wanted to deny it, his heart belonged to one person. There was something about the way you smiled; the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of your stomach and the way the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in your heart. There were many opportunities he could have seized, many he had let pass. Moments where he could have said three simple words, "I like you."
As a kid, you never had trouble fending off boys that liked you.
You didn’t even have to think twice to know that your heart belonged to one person. And it was him. Even with his smug smile that radiates with arrogant triumph and that stupidly charming matter-of-fact tone of voice. Courage was something that came easy for you. So why hadn't you been able to tell him how you truly felt? It was three simple words. As easy as breathing, yet as hard as a place devoid of oxygen.
"Let's go get some cherry tarts, Y/N," Langris suddenly exclaimed, high on post-training adrenaline.
You met Langris when you were five. Perhaps even younger. Being born from Noble families, it goes without saying you became immediate friends. It was never only due to status though. Respect, to both of you, had to be earned, and it was never, under any circumstances, given for granted.
"Eh... Shouldn't we clean this up?" You pointed at the broken pieces of what used to be a pillar.
Langris waved his hand dismissively, "No, no. We'll get a commoner to clean that up."
You hummed, brows furrowed and lips pursed before finally relenting, "Fine, but you're paying."
"I’m always paying," he corrected. You giggled in response.
When you arrived at the dessert parlour - and this goes without saying - in the Noble Realm - the first thing you heard was flirtatious giggles. A few women sat in the corner booth, giggling amongst each other as they batted their eyelashes as Langris, and shooting extremely disdainful looks towards you.
You decided to ignore them, as always.
"Langris-kun!" One of the girls called out.
"I bought that especially for you!"
"Oh... My... God, what the hell?!" You slapped a hand to your mouth and burst into a waterfall of laughter.
Langris' eyes grew wide in fear as he peeled off the bra from his head, holding it as far away from himself as his arms could stretch. He let it fall to a table next to him. You didn't know why you found yourself laughing so hard but you felt absolutely delirious.
"L-Langris-kun!" You mocked in the midst of your giggles, "Wow. First, Finesse, and now this woman. You really love attracting older women, don't you?"
Underneath a look of disgust as he glared at the over sized red bra, Langris wondered why your nonchalance bothered him so much. He could feel butterflies escaping from the pit of his stomach as your laughter drifted in and out of his ears.
"L-Langris-kun?" A girl had come by, glancing up and down between her toes and at Langris' questioning eyes, "I'm sorry, but... Can I have a minute of your time? I..."
He wanted to say no, tell the girl to get lost, he was obviously on a date (or at least to him, this was what it seemed like), ask her if she was stupid… the whole nine yards. This was getting tiring. But he was worried he’d go off the rails and if he acted that way, it might tarnish the Vaude family name. But if you were to refuse on his behalf...
Please refuse! Get mad! Get angry! Tell her to back off. Come on.
He was so sure you harboured the same feelings he had towards you.So... Why?!
But instead, you smiled up at him. He grimaced before turning his fakest, most plastic smile at the girl; “Of course! What can I do for you?”
“I’m so sorry to bother you…” she repeated, shifting from foot to foot.
Then go away! Langris thought to himself. Out loud, he asked, “Yes?”
She dipped into a deep bow and shoved a delicately decorated letter towards him.
"L-Langris-kun, I... I love you! Will you accept my feelings?!"
Langris looked back at you, expecting you to fly into a rage, maybe push the girl outside and punch her. But instead, you just rolled your eyes indulgently, like you was saying ‘oh, here we go again. this'll be a funny story for later.’ He turned back towards the girl, who was shivering under the weight of his silence.
“I’m sorry. That’s very sweet but I can’t accept your feelings. See, I like someone,” he said through gritted teeth, taking a half-step back.
The girl looked away sheepishly before she bowed again and ran off. You waited until she’d left the shop before bursting out laughing, "You could've just said 'I have a fiance'!”
Langris wanted to blow his lid off. He ignored your question; “Why didn’t you get mad?”
"Why would I get mad? I'm not jealous. I'm not the one you're going to marry," You asked, your brow arching. Inside you were screaming at yourself. Why did you say that?!
He inhaled sharply, turning that statement over and over in his head. He glowered down at the walls before storming out of the shop even before getting his favorite cherry tarts.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" You chased after him, "We haven't even -"
"I like you," he confessed, halting suddenly.
You stared blankly at him, trying to figure out what he meant.
“Yeah, me too. You’re a good friend.”
"No. I like you," he said a little louder, the words splintered into weird pauses.
"You... can't. You have Finesse..."
"Finesse this, Finesse that! Who cares about that stupid woman?!" He yelled, but his eyes were pleading.
"Fuck this. Langris, I like you t -"
But before you could finish your sentence, he had pulled you close and connected your lips together. You let out a soft gasp, your eyelashes fluttering close. You hadn’t realised how much yo wanted this.
"Took you long enough," you mumbled against the kiss, leaning into him as his arms found their way around your waist.
"Oh shut up," he smirked. ”Guess you’ll need to give Finral more encouragement if he’s going to be the next Vaude heir, cause I’m not about to do it."
