Hello, is it alright to request Desmond sycamore/Descole’s reaction to learning reader is asexual headcanons? Particularly one who is sure of and has always been comfortable with being ace. It’s alright if you can’t get to this or not really feeling like writing it. Thank you for reading regardless and I hope you have a magnificently lovely day!
DAARRLLING GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL/ref, but seriously, tho slowly getting in the groove of writing again,life made me deal with a lot of stuff so sorry for starving you all for like a year
•Tags: gn!reader, ace reader[obv], talk of sex but no smut, reader is Descole's assistant, this is mainly Descole but Sycamore is briefly brought up too
[Art is made by Mod Betty]
You were always sure of your identity, of who you were and no one could ever make you doubt that about yourself but that has never stopped people from trying to twist things,to make it seem like you're broken or confused,that maybe you haven't found the right person yet. When you were younger they would just tell you that you're too young to know that,too immature to fully fathom the idea of intercourse but seeing as you grew older and “didn't change your mind” like they'd hoped you would,they start talking about your hypothetical ideal lover that will “change you”. Sure there will be a “right person” for you but not the one they expect. The right person will be that special someone who understands you,who doesn't pressure you to be something you're not. But it's hard ,you swear everyone around has an insane libido or something because everytime you tried dating or even thought of dating there's always that nagging feeling of expectation. Expecting something more intimate,like what you have isn't enough. It irked you to the point you almost gave up on dating entirely. Keyword…almost.
There has been someone who caught your eye, quite a fascinating character you've never seen before, someone so..not ordinary. Desmond,or Descole as his villainous title, was someone you never thought you'd be friends with,let alone be attracted to. A seemingly normal gentleman actually having a double life as a villain? It almost doesn't feel real, but here you were. You weren't exactly sure what attracted you to Descole. As Desmond, he was a sweetheart,the embodiment of something sweet that melts all your senses,or maybe that's just his cake shaped and scented hair that is making you think of sweets at the moment. Regardless, his kind and polite nature was charming and a very much real part of him. However, his alter ego is certainly…something.It's like he's a completely different man-selfish,mean-spirited,always scheming. Even then, there's still something about him that gravitates you towards him. Sure people see you as his lackey and just as evil but each time you talk with him,be in the same room as him,listen to his thoughts and plans you can sense something deeper, as if he's hiding something, as if he isn't this evil mastermind he paints himself to be.
Maybe his oddity is what attracts you to him. Maybe it's the hope that because of his out of norm personality, he'll be the one to accept your queerness that others deemed unworthy of love and acceptance. Sure, you didn't need anyone's validation to love yourself, but it still sometimes stings when you get rejected over and over again. What you didn't expect was the fact that the masked man was also interested in you,his gaze always lingering on your form, as if analysing something, as if you're some kind of puzzle and he plans to solve whatever enigma you seem to be to him.
It was slowly getting dark,sun setting, painting the sky an orange hue that seemed to make everything seem so warm despite it actually getting colder. You and Descole are sitting on top of a rooftop, “a perfect place to unwind” as he called it. All of it felt so cheesy,you wouldn't be surprised if he confessed right here and now. And your suspensions would be proven correct.
He scoots closer to you,not enough where you're touching but definitely closer. You turn towards him: “Something on your mind?” You ask,a bit nervous yourself. “Yes,there is something I've been thinking about and I find it pointless to delay it any longer” he says,turning his head to look at you “For the past couple of months you've been driving me mad,I wasn't sure exactly what it was about you,it was infuriating yet…I found myself fond of the feeling,the yearning. It felt as if my existence would be meaningless without your presence.” He pauses,thinking for a second before removing his mask,eyes locking with yours. “I've watched you,your every move when you're around me,every glance,every word,every touch. It was intoxicating at this point ,I couldn't keep this feeling locked up inside me forever, to be quite frank you were the hardest puzzle to solve but allow me to indulge by listening to my solution”.
You tried to focus on his words, but your mind and eyes drifted. His eyes were a rare sight since he usually has them covered up by the mask and rarely do you ever see him in his Sycamore persona.His brown eyes seem to pull you in without even trying, as if casting a spell on you , as cliche as it sounds ,when you see him staring back you blink,snapping out of your trance “oh uhm yeah right, what secret about me have you uncovered” you respond,trying to act calm but your mind is already racing. “Would it be so bold to assume that you share my feelings? That you also yearn and await someone?” Damn him and his scarily good analytical mind because he hit the nail right on the head. “Yeah,what about it?” You grin,trying to ease up your nerves and hopefully save yourself from a possibly humiliating situation. “Well I was hoping you'd accept my offer for partnership, and no I do not mean in the assistance you've already provided me,but kinship,of something more than simple acquaintances or friends” he said,stretching out his hand towards you “So what do you say? Do you accept it?” He asks,looking right at you.
‘Of course you would!’ You think to yourself but there was a nagging feeling ,one you knew too well. You couldn't keep this from him,you have to tell him,for his sake but most importantly,yours. “I will but you must know one thing before we do this” you say “I am not interested in… intimacy, quite frankly I don't see the appeal of sex in general and no I will not change my mind or change ever” you say confidently,analysing his reaction “Go on” he says,as if waiting for the big reveal even though you just said it point blank “Isn't it obvious? You're not gonna be sexually intimate with me in this relationship” you say,a bit confused. “I see no issue with that,were you worried my feelings would magically change because of this?” he asks,genuinely dumb founded. “I mean,yeah? Everything is centered around sex one way or the other, everyone expects it at some point in their relationship” he only sighs ,shaking his head “Silly you,i should take offence for the fact you believe I have the same primitive mindset as those ..simpletons” he takes your hands in his before speaking again “I do not care about such things,it is and will always be your choice if you wish to partake in it,I do not expect it from you, ever.If our relationship cannot blossom and thrive without such carnal desires what even is the point?” he asks,holding your hands a bit tighter “Are you sure?Because I don't want you to suddenly change your mind mid relationship and just waste both of our time” seems like your words struck a nerve as he pinched you playfully “Fool! To think you'd doubt me,who do you take me for?I know deception is kind of my thing but do know that I never plan on deceiving you” he says and suddenly it's like his personality switches,he's still Descole but at the same time,he's also Sycamore.That kindness and gentleness never left when switching identities.You didn't have the words to express what you're feeling,shock,happiness, relief, it's all flooding you at once.
The man stares at you,awaiting your response. You simply laugh,pulling him in a kiss. Lips crashing against each other with so much love it left you both breathless yet yearning for more. That's when you knew he was the man you loved, the man that loved and accepted you,your natural self. And with that thought, you kissed him again as the sun set completely, enveloping you both in darkness as the feeling of your connected lips being the only evidence of each other's presence.
