Is it possible to get more fluff headcanons for Beldaruit.
What would married life look like for them,how would a proposal go and just general fluffy headcanons 💖🥺
━━━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀 ，married life with Beldaruit
𝐖𝐇𝐎 ， Husband!Beldaruit x gn!reader
𝐀.𝐍. : I love writing for Beldaruit ♡ I can’t wait when he makes his debut in the anime, however, I heard that it was going to be the next season. 💔
ⓘ tws ：petnames：tons of fluff ：
When Beldaruit he first proposed to you when you two were still in your prime adult days was like a fairytale come true. Not only was his mind filled with endless possibilities on how to propose but where it would be, who would be there, and what you wanted especially.
Of course when you accepted his proposal, he was over the moon. All that overthinking, palms sweating, and ranting to himself actually meant something in the end! He loved you more than his heart could beat. Therefore, he promised he’ll make the future days ahead better than what you would imagine they’d be.
In terms of who lives where, he’d want you to move with in and stay in the Great Hall. It was just better that way and way easier than you living outside the Great Hall. He wants to be near you or at least see you everyday. The morning where you share a morning kiss and the night where you share a goodnight kiss.
In terms of rings, he probably found a way without asking you directly on what ring or what you’d want on your future engagement ring to look like. He holds secrets very well, and knows when it’s the right time to show or tell you. Let’s just say the ring he got for you was almost everything you wanted. Whenever it was silver, gold, rose gold, etc.
Since you guys are engaged, he immediately started planning the wedding— in fact he started already! Of course the location and you also pitched in your own thoughts and ideas. In terms of wedding dress, you got to decide yourself which in the end on the day of the wedding, he still shed some tears just watching you walk down the aisle.
Beldaruit makes sure your time with him is never wasted. Now you two are bonded, he makes sure that the word— because being honest, word always gets out. Especially when your married and previously dated someone who before became one of the wise, was someone who people knew pretty well. He wants people to know that he’s happy and to always treat you with respect.
To the present day, Beldaruit always respects you and treats you like you’re more important than him in some scenarios. You’ve already met Qifrey, but he introduces you to Coco along with the rest of Qifrey’s apprentices when the time is right and they finally go down to the Great Hall.
Whenever Beldaruit has troubles, he always shares them to you. You’re his most precious, trustful person he can ever rely on. You guys wouldn’t be married if you weren’t. Nonetheless, he tells his troubles and you two figure it out together on how to solve it. Think of it as a sort of bonding with each other.
Beldaruit always calls you his angel. He loves it when he refers to you by angel, beloved, or dear. He’ll throw in dearest here and there. He’s also never afraid to say it in front of people either. Beldaruit takes pride knowing that you’re his beloved.
Overall, Beldaruit cares and loves you deeply. He takes no regrets that he married you. Seeing you as his own magic as he takes magic so close to him in his own life as a witch. As long as you’re around, he’ll be the most happiest man anyone can witness.
@/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL ໒꒱ ，creds to @/cursed-carmine for banners
⟢ bf!tamsy who always accommodates for what you lack in height whenever you want to kiss him or touch his face—leaning down without complaint, but only after watching you pout a little first.
“careful now, angel,” he murmurs, “you’ll strain your achilles.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lightly taps your cheek with his index finger when you zone out, head tilting as his gaze softens.
“…are you paying attention, hm?”
⟢ bf!tamsy who sends you off to missions with a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple, gentle enough to barely linger—while, unbeknownst to you, his tokushin slips an almost impossible-to-notice thread around your finger.
for safety purposes, of course.
🀥 bf!tamsy who, after enough nagging, finally gives in and lets you see the scars spread across his chest, eyes softening despite himself as you trace the jagged edges with the light drag of a fingernail.
⟢ bf!tamsy who takes one look at the tear in your clothes and doesn’t even consider sending you to august. absolutely not. he quietly takes them from your hands, needle already threaded, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow that scatterbrained man lay his fingers on fabric that’s been against your skin.
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you curl up on his lap without a word, you pepper soft kisses along his cheek, and he waits—patient, indulgent—as they drift closer to his lips. when your bottom lip brushes his labret piercing, it catches just enough to remind you it’s there, cool metal against warmth.
⟢ bf!tamsy who feels the moment you lose focus, fingers coming up to toy with it instead, curiosity overtaking intent. a quiet chuckle slips from him at that, fond, as his finger brushes against your hip.
🀥 bf!tamsy who sings you lullabies when you tell him you feel restless. his slight accent catching onto the tips of his melodized words. the cadence deems itself unfamiliar to your ears, however, it’s hard to care when you drift off within minutes every time.
⟢ bf!tamsy who always makes sure you end up seated beside him in the car whenever enjin ropes team eager into another mission with team akuta. he lets you rest your head against his collarbone—but only on the ride back, when the job is done and you’ve already worked yourself thin doing exactly what was asked of you.
🀥 bf!tamsy who fights the muscles in his face, forcing them into stillness even as a shadow of a grimace threatens to slip through when your weak, fevered body clings to him in desperation. the mission he’s dispatched to is mandatory, but before he leaves, he gathers what little composure he has left and presses a careful kiss into your clammy palm, (despite all the germs he’s sure are wandering the surface).
⟢ bf!tamsy who lets you fuss over his injuries, deliberately steering clear of eishia just so your pretty hands can tend to him instead. he tilts his head, quietly amused, listening to you ramble about him needing to be more careful next time.
“now, now, my dear.. there’s no need to get so worked up.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you braid his long, pretty hair to your heart’s content, patiently allowing you to intertwine his locks into a two-toned braid. he has one condition though, you have to face him while you work, so he can watch the adorable little expression you make when you’re concentrating—his words.
You didn’t mean to hear it — but you did. He’d muttered something about not being able to stand needy women. It hit you harder than expected. Fine, he wanted space ? Then he’d get a taste of indifference.
When you walked past him without a flinch, he froze for a second. The smirk returned fast. “What, you mad or something ?” You just met his eyes — then deliberately looked away. The silence stretched.
He followed you, pretending not to care. “You’re seriously not gonna talk ? Fine. Play your game.” His voice cracked slightly. You ignored him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.
That night, a knock on your door. “…You’re awake ?” His voice was softer, stripped of bite. You didn’t answer. He leaned against the frame. “I said some stupid shit earlier. You weren’t supposed to hear it. You don’t drain me. You… keep me from going quiet myself.”
Your hand twitched on the handle but didn’t turn it. He muttered, “It’s not funny anymore… I don’t like when my girlfriend goes quiet.”
The next day, he stopped in front of you. “Seriously, don’t mess with that.”
“I won’t talk until you admit what you did wrong.”
“I was an idiot,” he admitted. “Saying all that crap about needy people… I need you. Always. Everything slows down when you’re not there.”
You softened. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I’m not great at words. But I mean it — you make everything feel less empty.”
You stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away again.”
“I won’t,” he said, holding your hand. “You’re stuck with me now. Twenty-four seven.”
Zanka
When Zanka called you annoying, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He tried to ignore it — keyword : tried.
At first, he grinned. “Oh, a little shy, are we ?”
Then came the pacing. By the third ignored comment, he was visibly irritated. He started slamming things just a bit too loud. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize people couldn’t hear today,” he muttered under his breath. You saw through it — he was desperate for a reaction.
By dusk, the composure cracked. “Alright, that’s it. You win. Just — talk to me again.” His tone was sharp, but the edge was worry, not anger. “It’s weird when you’re not yelling at me. It’s too quiet.”
You kept your cool, though the warmth in your chest gave you away. He sighed. “Next time you want revenge, trip me. It’s faster.”
“I’ll remember that,” you replied. The sound of your voice made him exhale in relief.
“Did I really throw off the balance that badly, honey ?” you teased.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Your chaos makes the silence feel right when it finally comes.” His gaze softened. “Don’t do it again. It felt like walking into an empty room.”
You smiled. “Promise. You need your chaos, right ?”
“Exactly,” he muttered, taking your hand. “Now let’s go be loud somewhere.”
Tamsy
Tamsy noticed your silence immediately. He didn’t panic, but concern crept across his face. “Hey… you good ? Did I do something ?” You stayed absorbed in your task.
He didn’t hover, just stayed nearby, observing you quietly. His eyes followed your movements, calm but worried. Hours passed. He scribbled a note and slid it under your door: Are you okay ? I’m worried. Please talk again so I know you’re not hurt.
You stifled a laugh. A few minutes later, he appeared at the doorway, hands clasped, posture tense but controlled. “There… you laughed.” Relief softened his features. He didn’t rush in; he just waited, giving you space while letting you see the depth of his care.
You looked up at him, heart lighter. “I’m fine,” you said softly.
His lips curved into a gentle, slow smile. “Good. I just… I don’t like worrying like that. Makes me feel useless.”
You stepped closer. “You’re not useless, Tamsy. You just care too much.”
He nodded, eyes sincere. “I can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
You let him reach out, fingers brushing yours. The warmth spread slowly, the tension dissolving. “Promise me you won’t disappear when things get quiet,” he said.
“I promise,” you whispered.
Gris
Gris usually gave you space, but this was different. Your silence wasn’t peaceful — it was distance directed at him. He searched for signs, small gestures, anything to gauge your mood. When nothing came, he grew quietly anxious.
By the second day, the tension was almost physical. That night, he found you in the hallway. “…If this is about me crossing a line,” he said, calm but heavy, “you could’ve just told me. I need honesty.” His voice was low, not angry, just cautious. “I thought maybe I finally said something that drove you away. You can be honest with me. I can take it.”
You realized he wasn’t confused — he was hurt. He had taken your silence as real rejection, the kind that could make you leave. Slowly, you reached out, brushing his sleeve. “Gris, it was just a joke. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
He exhaled, shoulders easing fractionally. His eyes softened, the tension in his chest melting. “Good,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to lose your voice too. Don’t do that again.”
You stepped closer. His gaze stayed on you, steady and warm. “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re too important to me to ever be ignored like this.”
Jabber
At first, Jabber found your silence hilarious. “Ohhh, the silent treatment thing, huh ? Bet I can last longer than you !”
He was wrong. Hours later, he was dramatically collapsing on the floor. “Your silence is killing me ! Pay attention to me !”
Eventually, the chaos faded into genuine worry. He leaned against the wall beside you, voice quieter than ever. “Seriously, I can’t deal with this. I need your voice. Even if it’s to call me an idiot. It’s creepy when you’re quiet like this.”
You finally looked at him. “You’re an idiot, Jabber.”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes ! I know ! Say it again !”
You laughed softly. “You’re a chaotic, loud idiot who needs to learn to give people space.”
He grinned, eyes warm. “I won’t do it again. I just… I’m not good when you’re not around.”
He pulled you into a quick hug, messy and sincere. “Okay ! Now that we’re talking, we have so much noise to catch up on !”
“You know it’s kind of rude of you to be so gorgeous.” You mumble chin resting on your palm as you watch Tamsy brush out his hair. The man hums with a smile as he places the brush down. When he turns his eyes to you, heavy lashes framing his pretty eyes, you huff. “Ugh! See that’s what I’m saying! Quit batting them pretty lashes at me!” You whine rolling onto your back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.
He laughs from his spot at the desk before getting up and sitting next to you. His smile is warm as he gazes down at you. His gentle hand brushes a few stray strands from your face. “You know the worst part about being so attractive is?” He asks.
“What?” You ask him, catching his hand on the retreat to hold.
“I’m asking you.” He quips, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
“Oh come off it!” You start laughing to yourself as he continues peppering your face all over. He threads his fingers with yours while you two trade kisses over and over. When he pulls away he gazes at you fondly.
“You know, when I became scarred like this I never thought someone would love me like you do.” He hums. He sits up, placing his hands in his lap. You follow suit and lean into his sides. Your eyes trail over his features catching slight changes that tell you he’s being serious, vulnerable, insecure.
“I think it adds some visual intrigue personally.” You half joke. He scoffs and nudges you with his shoulder. You take his hand into your again slowly, pulling it in to kiss the back of it. “I’m serious, it was the first thing I noticed and the thing that made me want to know you. It’s probably your prettiest feature to me.” You lean in and tug at the buttons of his night shirt. Baring some of his skin to you. You trail kisses along the edges of the scars littering the exposed skin.
“It’s like you’re a rose with thorns. Pretty and dangerous. Very mysterious~” you smirk at him with a wink. The blond chuckles at this running hand down your back. He lays out on the bed this time and pulls you to his side to tuck you close. Your body is warm against his as you snuggle into his chest.
“You’ve never asked me how I got them.” He notes finding a crack in the ceiling to focus on. You simply wrap a leg around his hip as you get comfortable.
“Did you want me to?” You prompt.
“…No. It’s not something I like talking about.” He admits hand stilling its trail along your skin. Your eyes are closed as you casually relax.
“Then I won’t ask.” You confirm.
“It doesn’t bother you?” He asks, pressing his cheek to the top of your head, leaning into you. “That I don’t share things like this, things from my past.”
“No.” You reply promptly, yawning after. “If you felt the need to tell me you would have. It’s not really any of my business. Even if we love each other, that doesn’t entitle me to dig up bad memories.” You talk about it like it’s so simple, like you’d already set it in stone long before he asked the question, maybe you had.
“I like who you are now, that’s the person I fell in love with. I don’t need to know every gritty detail.” You reach out to tuck your hand under his shirt and rest it on his soft skin. You’re unabashedly stealing his body heat, he thinks it funny how unserious you can be while the conversation is not. Your body is easing into his more, relaxing fully and slipping into unconsciousness.
Tamsy is left with this thoughts, frown deep on his features as he keeps focusing on the crack. Glaring at it like it’s threatening to open up and swallow him whole. You may love the man that he portrays but you know little of the actual man underneath. It irks him, how much you ease his worries and love him unconditionally. He was only using you to make his cover more believable. He was never meant to get this attached. He’s in too deep, rethinking every goal he came to the ground to accomplish. His arms tighten around you as his brows knit together harder.
He’ll have to figure out a way to spare you from the sphere’s manipulation and control. And what if the ground can’t see that he’s truly on their side, even if his methods are unorthodox. He grits his teeth at the thought, I silent rage stiffening his shoulders.
dreams are made, winding through his hair | tamsy caines x reader
in which your soft spot for rudo has tamsy’s curiosity piqued. it gets worse from there.
4.9k — tamsy’s pov, yandere themes, implied non/dubcon, abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, injuries, you know how it is, jane eyre allusions, reader is deeply flawed + vague jinki & past, tamsy is bad at feelings (no shit lmao), unreliable narration
A spider never chases. It simply waits.
All it takes is one misstep, a tingling along the silk weaved so intimately, that every pluck, every struggle, tells exactly where it is in the fine tapestry.
Such were Tamsy’s musings as he looked through the intricacies of an abandoned web at the courtyard—your usual spot to quietly read.
In the grand scheme of things, you were no threat. Just someone who appeared, since day one, to be both indifferent and aware of him. Something akin to a buffer than anything else. Perhaps even a hiccup—mildly annoying, yet passing. Ultimately, an irrelevant piece on the board.
Still, upon your integration with Team Eager, Tamsy had to check two important things. Your Jinki...
Could it kill him?
Could it be of use?
For one, it was a compelling little thing, as well as the mystery that had it wrapped around. A nuisance should you pit it against his own. Concerning each time he considered the manner in which it was often hidden away. But compelling nonetheless.
Though low priority, Tamsy wanted to get rid of it. But days turned into weeks, seasons had changed, and an unforeseen circumstance arose.
You used to flutter around from one person to another as if sampling petals, leaving nothing but coquettish smiles like a trail of dust in your wake, and still managed to keep everybody at arms length. It was quickly becoming a curiosity to Tamsy, the way you had been moving around so seamlessly…
Until the arrival of Rudo.
Lately, like a long lost older sister, Rudo had been growing closer to you, and disturbingly swift too. Tamsy wasn’t jealous, no, not necessarily. In fact, he thought this a promising development. A high so lovely, he pictured, and its potential crash once he decided to smother it. Advantages, despite everything, were still advantages, and all was well and welcome. By getting rid of you, he’d get to bend Rudo too—hitting two birds with a single stone. Such was the power of friendship, and Tamsy could all but gag about it.
How should he proceed with it, he wondered, the disposal. However, it was kind of impossible to take away someone who kept refusing to get attached to begin with. But Tamsy was nothing if not patient.
Logistics could come later. The traps were set.
For now, he would wait.
Nose deep into the foxing pages of a sorry-looking leatherbound, you didn’t even bother to look up as Tamsy approached.
“Oh, it’s that book again.”
“And what of it, Tam-tam?”
Tam-tam. Sounded more like an accusation than a lousy nickname.
“Just making small talk.” On the long makeshift bench, Tamsy situated himself next to you. You paid him no mind. “Delmon’s taking his time.”
“What’s he doing?”
Tamsy flicked his hand towards the big guy’s distant yelling. “Discussing logistics with Semiu. Or something of the sort.”
You gave no response, just a noncommittal grunt as your eyes drifted across the page. Yet a curve had formed on the corners of your lips. Faint, teasing, but there.
“What was it again?” He gazed at the expanse of the sky. Aimless, as if in deep thought. “I am no bird… no net ensnares me?”
And, there you go—a ripple on a surface that had once been unmoved. Now you were interested. Now you wanted to spark a conversation. Your head turned.
“You… you’ve read it?”
“How can I not, when you’ve been toting that thing around?” He vaguely gestured at the heavily battered book. “Found a copy not too long ago. How many times have you read it by now?”
“Many.” A nonanswer, like always, but the way your body leaned toward him this time was quite telling. Folding the corner of a page, you closed the book, and crossed your legs. “So, what are your thoughts?”
“Well, simply put, I think she’s quite admirable,” and annoying, Tamsy thought. Both could be true and said. “The way she just refuses to go down. Jane, that is.”
“And Rochester?”
“Oh, him? I find him a bit cruel,” and weak, a pathetic amateur, Tamsy thought as he rested his chin in his palm, “Jane deserved someone who could be transparent with her, not someone who played mind games to trap her,” he sighed then, thumbing the ends of his hair, “But then again, I guess that’s what makes it so good.”
You hummed, regarding him as the silence stretched on, before falling into a passionate and animated rambling. Tamsy listened. Took mental notes. It seemed that by having yourself repeatedly read about a fiercely independent woman, it was no mistake that you had this deep aversion to being controlled, a catharsis-seeking urge for liberation, and it amused him to no end.
Oh, the possibilities! Tamsy mused, the pleasure of being around passionate people. It was as if this chance was touched by divinity long before he had met you. He’d gladly take care of these convictions, make sure they were all intact, and in time, have you fail where the main character in the book succeeded.
“I really enjoyed this talk we had. We should do this again sometimes, perhaps over tea.” Prompted by the staticky voice that had echoed off his choker, Tamsy stood up and dusted his uniform. “Now, everybody’s waiting. Let’s go?”
“Oh! Wait—” You gasped in wonder, all for the sake of humoring him, it seemed. “Like a bookclub.”
“Is that what it’s called?” He tilted his head, humoring you back. “Then, yes.”
You didn’t speak right away as you remained seated, unmoved and looking up at him. Scrutinizing him. Then you smiled, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“I don’t like tea.”
And with that, you stood too, and walked past him as if making sure you had the last say.
Some flighty thing you were.
༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.
Now what would it take to get you where Tamsy wanted you?
Unlike you, Tamsy was not much into flirting. Never had. Didn’t see the appeal in trifling with the art. It was too direct and totally not his style. Being reliable and kind and caring to the point of suffocation were more than sufficient, all of which had taken him distances.
Up there. Down here. Back and forth.
But, oddly enough, for someone who rarely had their hands out in the open, Tamsy found genuine pleasure in reaching out to touch you. Initially, it had meant to mess with you, but the strange warmth that engulfed him whenever your skin meets his palm, little by little, was becoming irresistible. He abhorred this new found feeling, yet relished it. Among these treats were having his elbow propped on your shoulder, the act of repositioning your mask, squeezing parts of you when he had to gently move you out of the way. Subtle. Friendly.
Sorely mild from what he truly desired most.
And even then, nothing seemed to work. You remained as you were, except a lot more watchful. If anything, it was as if you were challenging him, toying with him. Goading him to try harder. A different approach, perhaps? Well, he could just kill you, couldn’t he? After all, he loathed nothing but inactivity. Should he just conclude this earlier than planned? At this point in time, would it affect Rudo on a magnitude which Tamsy wanted?
No, he didn’t think so. And to top it all off, suspicions would arise. Not that it mattered, really. It’d be an inconvenience at most, but he would make do without it, thus deciding against it.
Perhaps he had to take it up a notch moving forward, drive you to a wall, and corner you. Humble you. A little self-victimization on his part wouldn’t hurt. He’d have you doubt your assumptions, have you doubt yourself. He’d have you spend all your time contemplating all the ways he had acted thus far, to a point at which you wouldn’t even dare think you had him clocked, or look at him like he was some sly creature hiding in plain sight.
And what do you know, an evening of celebration at HQ presented itself. The aroma of grilled meat and cheap liquor permeated the stuffy air in the break room. Tamsy plucked the opportunity like a dangling fruit—low and close to ripe—to make you see how much of an angel he was. Tedious, yes.
Entertaining? Absolutely.
The night advanced, as usual, and the alcohol began its descent into everyone’s systems, including yours. The conversations were a mishmash of nonsense, going from serious, to raunchy, to sappy, after copious amounts of crushed beer cans. Such were usual occurrences during these things. And anytime now, like clockwork, you would leave your post to get some fresh air. After all, you were a creature of habit, and whether sober or not, you liked your little evening strolls.
Outside wasn’t all that different, but at least it was less rackety, and he could have the pleasure of being alone with you. It didn’t take much for you to notice you were being followed. Smoke saturated his lungs the moment he had reached you, swirls of it trailing behind with the whispering wind.
“Want one, Tam-tam?”
“And here I thought you quit.” He started, holding up a hand to refuse the offer. “Are you alright?”
“Are you?” You threw it back rather sharp, easy, your narrowed eyes catching the slightest glint.
“A little concerned, is all.”
“Aww, aren’t you a sweetheart.”
Aren’t you a smart mouth, Tamsy mused.
The embers glowed fierce as you took a long drag, your fingers trembling ever so slightly with fresh blood adorning the sides of your lacquered index finger. “Why wouldn’t I be alright though?”
“Something’s bothering you by the looks of things.” Tamsy glanced at your hand, made sure you saw it, before facing ahead. “Was it the conversation back there?”
“Was it?” You hummed thoughtfully before chuckling between words without a hint of humor in it. “Or is it you that’s kinda bothering me? By the looks of things, of course.”
A beat passed, then another, as he shuffled off alongside you. He let your response hang suspended for a good while to let both of your footsteps tick away like clocks, let the awkwardness force its way in, before doing a little probing. The two of you had already reached the greater part of town, one cigarette after another, when he delivered the blow with a soft, self-effacing cadence.
“You don’t like me all that much, do you?”
“Eh?” Through an impish purr, you smirked. “What makes you say that?”
Aside from the fact that you had always gravitated towards Delmon—Delmon! Of all people! Because, what, your shared fondness for something so useless like flowers?!—it was the way you had his senses agitated, had them heightened. Your guard was always up when he was around, a lot more when he was near. The searing gazes. From distances. From across rooms. As if outwardly provoking him, anticipating for the slightest tell, the things he’d been doing underwraps. Of course, it was highly probable that you didn’t have a clue. And yet, and yet—
“A hunch, perhaps,” was what Tamsy settled for.
“And you’re bringing this up now, because?”
“Well, it’s important that we get along as a team, is it not?”
“We already make a good team as it is.” You leered. Tamsy hadn’t seen you this suspicious. “Does it matter what I feel?”
“It matters.” Tamsy said softly yet pointedly. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I’m very comfortable! We’ve been working together for, what, almost a year now?” You waved your cigarette in a dismissive arc. “I’m fine. And it’s not like I hate you or anything like that. You’re just… too nice.”
Interesting. His gentleness didn’t waver. “Too nice?”
“You see, I don’t like nice. Nice rings all my alarms at once. Nice is…” you trailed off, mulling over the word. “… unpredictable. It’s a me problem. Nothing personal.”
“Oh, Tams, you really aren’t getting it, are you?” You all but chuckle, shaking your head. “Are all pretty faces this dense?”
Whaaaaat?
“Whatever do you mean by that, dear?”
You paused, snorted, and choked on your own smoke, which gave him an excuse to close the distance, leading you to a narrow alleyway, as he gently rubbed your back. The moment you were done wheezing, you echoed the pet name to taunt him. It was impressive how long you held his gaze before speaking, smoothing the length of his tie without a hitch.
“It means I like you, dummy.”
Tamsy blinked. Took him a full second to recalibrate. You… like him? Like, like like? That tiny pocket of silence was all it took for thoughts to spill from your lips once more.
“Look, I’m kinda wasted. And tomorrow? I probably won’t have a dust of recollection about this. So, please, be a gentleman and never bring this up, ever.” Then, a lazy smile painted your flushed face. “Besides, I don’t hook up with people I closely work with. Shits get in the way, you know?”
“Well, then, I didn’t hear a thing.” Tamsy smiled, nodding with warmth and assurance. Because of course. “Should we head back?”
And to this, you nodded too, almost disappointed, wistful. One that was a hard catch for the untrained eye. He bet you had expected a different response. And my, my, such exceptional turn of events, indeed. To think he thought of the opposite. How strange was that. He had to give it to you, momentarily as it was, for throwing him off kilter, but he already picked up where he had left off.
It would be a lie, foreseen or not, if he said this quick-paced push and pull of yours, didn’t move him, didn’t turn him on. If anything, it elevated the traps.
As you walked a few paces ahead of him, Tamsy wondered how skittish you could get once entangled in his ropes, wielding Tokushin, or perhaps even without. Wondered how he would go about it—crossing every boundary you had, as if the lines were scrawled in sand.
To you, it was a heavily downplayed drunken confession. Luckily for Tamsy, it was a poorly veiled fissure, one of which he’d gladly dip his hands in.
And dipping his hands he certainly did. One thing led to another, and Tamsy took the courtesy of accompanying you back to your quarters. Some gentleman he was, right?
Limp and flushed, Tamsy hovered over your figure as he laid you down on the mattress, giddy at the sight of a trust so giving, so profound. Certain you had fallen asleep, he fished for the readied hangover pill in his pocket, planning to put a little note beside it on your nightstand as proof that he would never do something indecent, cranking up the halo effect a little more.
And much to his delight and deductions, you pulled him down, shook his tresses loose, and kissed him like a hungry, feeble thing. The odd fixation you had for his labret made his piercing sting, prompting Tamsy to roll his eyes so hard it was nearly audible.
And yet, something else stirred in him, this feeling only you had ignited in him, and tickled his vice for control. It was the way you were so responsive under his touch. Breathless. As if starved. And even through the hindrance that were your clothes, Tamsy could feel how unbelievably feverish your body was against his own. It nearly stupefied him, this desperation you had—for better or for worse—for any semblance of connection, and his desire to see something pretty absolutely destroyed.
Under your indecisiveness, he snapped out of it, as you pushed him just enough to take a good look at him. You murmured an incoherent mix of half giggles and half bullshit—
“So gentle, aren’t you?” You cupped his face, your thumbs light like brushstrokes on his cheeks, cooing at him like he was some child. “You know you can quit the good guy act now, right? Put me in place once and for all?”
Tamsy supposed, no, he was sure this had happened before, and every time it did, they’d drop the act and proceed just as they pleased. Or perhaps they wouldn’t even try. They wouldn’t trick you, or hide beneath a facade, and show you just how despicable they actually were. Such cruelty was nothing short of new down here. He even deemed it necessary. And it really was a shame, and a little comical, how the likes of you subconsciously seek for a different ending in the same abusive loop.
“Why?” The mask slipped and it was well within intention. “Would you rather have me ruin you?”
The moment his question landed, your pupils began to yawn, blown significantly wide as if he was staring down at the abyss itself, threatening to swallow him whole. Your lips parted, soft and moist, yet the words held more of its usual bite. “Can you?”
You sweet thing. This sight alone was enough to overflow Tamsy with tremendous glee.
Perhaps it was the fear surfacing, that yes, he was just like everybody else, perhaps he was even worse, that you had been right all along. Or rather, out of satisfaction, for the likeness of control was within reach, that between you and him, you thought you were pulling the strings.
Either way, it was all so fascinating. So intriguing. So tempting.
He might as well simply let the facade slide off, pin you down, and have his way with you. The Watchman Series Book offered the convenience for such situations. You’d never remember a thing, but your body absolutely would, which was exciting to explore—its depths and all—with you. But turning your skepticism into reality seemed more enticing, and in the long run, felt more rewarding. Higher and higher, he’d hold your hand, make you believe that goodness was still out there, only for him to drop you from such great heights.
So, he’d bide his time. After all, he didn’t mind the long campaign. Because he was just so nice, wasn’t he?
And just like that, Tamsy broke the spell.
“You seem to misunderstand.” He climbed off the bed from which you sat up. Then, he smoothed out his disheveled hair and clothes. “I didn’t come here because I had an ulterior motive. Though I see why you’d think that. But honestly, I’ve never thought of you that way, nor did it ever cross my mind to…” He winced just the slightest to make it more believable. “To hurt you.”
“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes, laughing the whole thing off. Tamsy thought it cute. “I was just messing with you.”
“I admit, I might’ve gotten carried away, but,” he sighed, theatrically so, “I wish you wouldn’t do such things—”
“It really is not that serious, geez.” You scoffed, waved him off. “You know what? Just go, Tamsy. Leave.”
Quietly, he twisted the doorknob then glanced over his shoulder one last time, and ah, there it was—the slightest hesitation. Did you feel bad, being so presumptuous? Did you feel ashamed, being so crass when all he did was care about you?
And to poke at the fresh bruise once more, he smiled a meek one. “I hope we’re still friends.”
Leaving your quarters, the muffled revelry downstairs immediately became louder down the hallway. It was only when he was inside the elevator that he felt his lips throbbing from being sore, as well as the wetness dripping down his chin. He ran a thumb over his piercing, eyes widening momentarily, before he chuckled at the realization. You’d really done it now. You had actually drawn blood.
It was safe to say that, right there and then, Tamsy had a change of heart. This might’ve indeed become less about your Jinki, or even less about Rudo. And it was becoming more about you.
How many, he wondered, just how much pulls and twists and spins would it take to break you? However, there wasn’t much material to work with. Tamsy knew next to nothing about what had made you who you were now. This wouldn’t do. How was it possible to weave the perfect handiwork without the path to one’s heart?
Still, your role in everything remained just the same. There was, however, more to you now.
Nothing too grand. Perhaps a separate play thing. Or a secret companion. His, nevertheless.
After all, Tamsy was growing fond of you, too.
༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.
Smooth. Fruitful. Such was Tamsy’s day. You and him. An easy job just as Semiu had declared. Two random supporters. Minus Delmon.
You had made the delightful mistake of handing Tamsy your history like a slice of moist cake, and boy was that easy. He had barely lifted a finger. He remained cordial, but distant. All it took was a bit of wiggle room for the guilt—for being so brazen, for ever doubting his kindness—to come weighing in on you. It was adorable, really, and quite a good run, to watch you put up such flimsy nonchalance, only for it to come crumbling down as soon as you were stuck with him on a job, helpless and injured.
While awaiting rescue, vulnerable with a wound that resembled a ravine on the better part of your arm and leg, Tamsy had to fabricate a sob story that only you should know. Something to keep you company. Something to take your mind off the pain.
“Also happened to me. Well, similar.” You had murmured, recounting the sordid details of your past, twice as open as the wound you had. “I never would’ve thought that you… You too…”
“How else, do you think,” Tamsy had said rather softly, as if his voice would shatter if he uttered a little louder. “I could’ve gotten these scars?”
Oh, how Tamsy loathed the pity, adored the horror that slowly stained your pretty face. How he adored you.
That should do it. That should deepen the bond. Tamsy found your suffering both beautiful and mundane. Such were many cases down here. Yet beautiful all the same. For what it was worth, all those anguish and torment years prior had fucked with your head, explained lots of things about you. For instance, how much it had hardened you, a quite formidable Jinki borne out of it, and finally, his absolute favorite, the softest spot you had only for Rudo.
Tamsy looked out the window as the vehicle rattled back toward HQ, his own reflection smiling back at him, all while you were taking a nap beside him. Everything was just about ready.
A leave should be filed soon.
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“Hate to be the one to point this out, but that’s hella distracting,” Semiu, always the perceptive, annoyingly so, vaguely gestured at your thighs. “Are those from trash beasts, raiders, or did you pick up a new kink?”
“Whoa, hold on. Don’t go blaming our job.” Enjin interjected with a grin, his thick eyebrows dancing to which often preceded something inappropriate. “Those are rope burns.” Enjin then turned to Tamsy. “Tams, you guys overworking yourselves or what?”
“Oh, dear. Me? Never!” Tamsy leaned in for a closer look at the evidence of his own doing, his knuckles pressing against his lips as if in deep thought, deep concern. “My, what have you been up to? Or rather, who have you been fooling with?”
“Oh, give me a break! It’s nothing like that. For all we know, Tam-tam is way too vanilla for what you guys are insinuating.” Ah yes, always with the deflections. You were jesting, though your voice rang brittle along Enjin and Semiu’s back and forth banter, devoid of its usual playfulness.
“Don’t forget those hickeys—” Semiu cleared her throat, “Mosquito bites under that turtleneck.” She air quoted with manicured fingers, smirking, eyes not leaving the pages of her porn mags. “Why hide it? You know Eisha’s just down the hall.”
“No, I’m done bothering the poor girl.” You then waved them off. “It’s just been rough lately. Plus, Eisha didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, said it’s probably just fatigue. Right, Tams? Tell them. You were there.”
How adorable. Tamsy smiled, nodding with assurance. With the blood rushing through your cheeks and ears, you couldn’t even look at him. Such was the power of the Watchman Series and its pages! Quite handy, that thing, because it was indeed like that. It had been like that.
For a good while now, actually.
In his head, Tamsy replayed all the series of rendezvous you had had with him, that he was briefly overcome by worry that his angelic mask was beginning to melt. Who wouldn’t? If one had the pleasure of witnessing all the lovely ways he had dismantled you, only for him to patch you back up and return your beloved Jinki before midnight, leaving just enough residue to mess with your reality. Then, and only then, would they understand this pure unadulterated joy tingling inside him. But nobody could know.
No, he wouldn’t let it. All the soft pleas and broken looks and explosive rage fits. Even your mirthless laughters and pitiful attempts at seducing him into other arrangements, when beneath it all was nothing but scorn. Those were special delicacies for him and him alone. You’d come around, eventually, you’d find it in yourself to forgive him. But, oh, the dilemma—torn between having you unbroken with so much life and fight in you, and having you thoroughly demolished, was a conundrum, indeed.
All things considered, perhaps Tamsy might have actually fallen in love with you. And wasn’t that what you had secretly, yet so badly wanted of him all along? Who was he to even dare stand in the way of your deepest desires? Hm?
You and him. Wouldn’t that be glorious?
Now, what more would you have him do?
“Very well. I’m off then.” Tamsy announced, his body turned away from everyone, but his gaze remained fixed on you. “Do any of you need me to grab anything while I’m out?”
“Tams, wait—” you tugged on his sleeve, but quickly dropped it as if scorched. “Today’s your day off too?”
“No, no, I’m on leave,” Tamsy blinked, feigning innocence. “Why do you ask? Do you want to tag along for a bit?”
“That is if you don’t mind a little anxious arm candy.”
The way you had said was still very much like you. Smirking. Arms crossed to your chest. Yet something was amiss—your thumb kept picking at your cuticles. A habit that had always been there, but was progressively getting worse. How unfortunate. Tamsy suppressed a smile.
“Not at all. Come. What is it that’s troubling you?”
“Some weird shit.”
“How weird? Pray tell, what did you see?”
“Been having these… dreams—that doesn’t feel like dreams. It’s all so… surreal.” Your entire demeanor changed, now speaking in a hushed voice. “I’d be on my usual nightly strolls, right? And then something I won’t even dare go into detail would happen to me—like I’m trapped. I don’t know, it’s all a blur, honestly.”
“Trapped, you say.” Tamsy hummed, hit one of his deep thinking poses with eyes faraway, holding back a cackle or two. He then frowned, “Oh, dear, I hope our little heart-to-heart from a while back didn’t strain you… Come to think of it, that was the first you’ve spoken of the matter since it happened. I’m sorry for ever daring to pry.”
“No, it’s fine! I’m glad I did. I feel less alone after hearing yours,” and with this you walked a pace ahead of him, murmuring. You might’ve as well been talking to yourself. “Maybe I need to file a leave too… take my mind someplace else for a while. I tend to feel restless when I’m cooped up in one place for too long.”
“You have me should you ever need help with anything.” Tamsy smiled. Genuine this time. Perhaps he could surprise you with this staycation he had been planning all the while. But first things first! “Which reminds me… I did bump into you on one of these strolls. You do remember that, yes?”
“I do, and…” You stopped in your tracks, landing a hesitant glance at Tamsy before looking at your wrist, rubbing your other hand around it, which gave him such a rush of thrill. “You didn’t come with me… right?”
Ah, Tamsy fancied, what a good day for a light dose of guilt tripping, and it was only eight in the morning!
“Hm. I would have, but I figured those walks are your alone time, and I wouldn’t want you to misunderstand like last time—”
“Yeah, no, no, you’re right. That was stupid. Nevermind.” You sighed once more, sharper and louder this time. Then, you smiled—once so bright, now dimmed—scrambling not to hurt his feelings any longer. How sweet. “So! There’s this bookstore the locals have curated. Heard lots of them are still readable. I’ve been wanting to check them out… maybe grab some for Rudo, and the other kids too, you know?”
“That’s very sweet of you. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the gesture.”
“The problem is carrying it back, but whatever. The spot’s nearby anyway, so I won’t be bothering you for long.”
Tamsy beamed, eyes closing shut with enthusiasm. He then reached out, pressing a hand against your back—to which you flinched momentarily—as he guided you down the hall.
“Bother me? Goodness, don’t say such silly things. Not when the weather’s this lovely. Shall we?”
When he pushed the double doors for you, the light hit your countenance just right, illuminating your eyes. Brilliant. Beautiful. Bloodshot.
a/n : Most voted for Tamsy, so here he is! Keep in mind I only watched the anime so far and will start the Manga friday or saturday when the 12 vol I ordered arrive!♡
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The first thing Tamsy felt when he woke up was a wet sheen clinging to his scarred skin, his eyes were burning and the whole room felt hot. Pushing the blanket from his heavy body, he heaves himself into a sitting position, breathing harder now that he is up. "Damn it.." Pushing his legs over the edge, he takes a deep breath before he stands up. Bad idea. His visions start to blur as the whole world starts to sway and turn.
His hand slowly raised to his face, feeling the hot skin under his cold fingers, the other hand bracing himself on the shelf to not lose his balance. A groan leaves his lips, cold air slowly creeping into his body, yet his flushed face stays the same. He must've caught a cold.
Moving slowly over to the door, his hair open and down his back as he leaves his room, eyes blurry as he tries to navigate the corridors of the headquarters. Coming to a stop in front of the lounge, hearing your voice bickering with Enjin. Pushing the door open slowly, all eyes land on him, a gasp leaves your lips as you rush over to Tamsy, whose body immediately slumps against yours. "He okay?" Enjin calls over, your hand moving to Tamsy's forehead to feel the burning skin. "He's got a fever, I'll take him to lie down." Moving one arm around the man, slowly making your way to your room, it was closer than his own.
"Why didn't you stay in bed, you could've used the chocker." Scolding him maybe wasn't the best idea right now, but he was careless, what if he had broken down on the way and no one would've found him for hours? "Sorry.." Head resting against your shoulder as he follows into the room, slumping down onto the bed, shivering despite how hot his skin is. "Rest, I'll get some water and a cloth." Pulling the blanket over his body now, Tamsy turns to cuddle into your pillow, a content sigh leaving his lips with the knowledge someone would take care of him now.
Back in the room, his silky hair splayed all over your pillow and over the edge of the bed. Setting the bowl down, you wet the cloth before wiping down his face a bit. "Thank you.." His voice was hoarse, yet his face seemed to relax from the cool feeling on his face. "Of course, Enjin's gone to get medicine for you, he'll bring it over soon." Nodding, his body turns to face the ceiling, eyes cracked open slightly. "How did you even catch this?" Wetting the cloth again, it's now placed on his forehead, eyes skimming over to you, thinking for a second. "Dunno, maybe last mission or something." Nodding at his answer, your hand moves to brush some of his long hair away from sticking to his face.
"What else can I do for you?" Fingers softly massaging his scalp have his eyes close in content. "Just continue that.. or something like that." Mumbling an 'alright', your fingers continue to glide carefully over his scalp, watching out to not accidentally pull on his hair.
An idea comes to your head, moving your fingers down the length of his hair before you start to lightly braid his hair, at least the hair you can reach from his position on his back. "Are you braiding..?" Humming a positive answer, Tamsy's eyes open up again, looking over to your fingers working on his blonde and blue hair. "You know.. you're the only one allowed to.." Looking over to him now, his eyes are watching your own half-lidded, very obviously tired from the cold and fever he had. "Really? Well, I feel honored then." Ending the braid with a hairtie from your nightstand, your fingers move to cup his cheek.
"You should sleep a bit till the medicine arrives." Nodding, yet his hand reaches out to tug you down beside him, turning his body to face you as he buries his head in your chest. "Please continue, I can sleep better then." A soft smile graces your lips upon his request. "Alright." And that you continue the massage of his scalp, moving down to his neck now and then, listening to his breathing grow heavy and steady, knowing he has finally found a way to rest.
I hope your day is going great. Could you do a Tamsy who was just using the reader in a fake relationship (fake to Tamsy, real to reader) but overtime he starts to realize he kinda does care? Like he wants them to be a part of his plan. If he ends up asking them and they say no he’ll just erase their memories with the watchmen’s book.
thanks for takin' the time to read this!!
“𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄?..”
tamsy had never intended for the relationship to be real.
from the very beginning, he had chosen you because you were useful, because you were close enough to certain people and situations that keeping you at his side would benefit him in the long run, and because pretending to care was something he had always been frighteningly good at whenever he needed something from someone.
so when he smiled at you, when he held your hand, when he stayed up listening to you ramble about things that didn't matter to him, he told himself it was all part of the act.
just another step in a much larger plan. you, unfortunately, had fallen for him completely.
and tamsy knew that.
he knew every shy smile you tried to hide from him, every glance that lingered a second too long, every moment you looked at him as though he was someone worth trusting.
he knew.
he just didn't expect himself to start looking at you the same way. because somewhere along the way, the line between pretending and reality became blurred.
it happened gradually enough that he didn't notice at first.
he began seeking you out even when there was nothing to gain from it. conversations that should have felt pointless suddenly became the best part of his day. your presence stopped being something he tolerated and became something he actively wanted.
worse, he started imagining you in his future.
and tamsy hated that.
because his future wasn't simple.
his future revolved around rudo, around power, around breaking apart every limit holding him back.
tamsy was convinced that rudo's true potential was buried beneath layers of restrictions, fears, attachments, and weaknesses that needed to be destroyed before something greater could emerge from underneath.
to him, it wasn't cruelty. it was necessary.
if rudo wanted to become stronger, then everything holding him down had to be shattered first.
every comfort, every certainty, every boundary.
tamsy intended to be the one who pushed him toward that outcome no matter how ugly the process became. and somewhere during all of that planning, he started imagining you standing beside him.
not as a pawn, not as a tool, but as someone who understood him, someone who chose him, someone who would remain by his side even after everything was finished.
the realization unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
because for perhaps the first time in his life, he found himself wanting someone's approval.
wanting yours.
so eventually, after months of keeping pieces of the truth hidden from you, he decided to ask.
not because he suddenly became honest, but because he genuinely wanted you involved. he wanted you to stay, wanted you to become part of the future he envisioned.
he explained enough for you to understand his goals, enough for you to see where he was heading and what he planned to do, and then he waited.
for once, there was no manipulation in his voice. no carefully crafted lie, just a simple question. "come with me."
and in his mind, there was only one answer.
because surely after everything, after all the time spent together, after all the moments that felt real even if they weren't supposed to, you'd choose him.
right? except you don't.
you stare at him for a long moment before quietly shaking your head. and suddenly the room feels far too small. far too quiet.
but tamsy doesn't argue, doesn't yell, doesn't try to convince you, he just sits there looking at you with an expression so unreadable that it's almost frightening.
because beneath that calm exterior, something is unraveling.
he spent so long convincing himself that he didn't need anyone. and now the one person he actually wanted is preparing to walk away.
when you leave that night, he remains seated long after you've gone. until eventually his hand drifts toward the watchman's book.
he knows what he should do.
he should let you go, accept your decision, move forward. instead, he finds himself thinking about all the things you know.
all the things you've seen, all the memories tied to him, and most importantly, the fact that one day those memories will belong to someone who no longer cares about him.
the thought makes his chest feel strangely hollow. so when he finally finds you again, his expression is almost gentle.
almost.
he doesn't tell you what he's about to do. doesn't explain himself. because explanations would only make things harder. instead, he convinces himself that this is kindness. that forgetting him will hurt less than remembering.
that erasing everything is better than allowing you to leave with pieces of his heart that he can never get back.
and perhaps the most tragic part is that by then, tamsy truly does love you.
he just loves you in the worst possible way. the kind of love that cannot accept rejection. the kind of love that would rather become a forgotten dream than a painful memory.
and when your memories of him finally disappear, leaving nothing behind but an unfamiliar face and a vague sense that you've met before, tamsy realizes too late that he never wanted to be forgotten at all.
── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 always knew how much you loved flowers. Too nervous to confront his unconditional love to you, he’ll leave flowers for you in obvious places you’d be and see. However, when he finally has you, he doesn’t plan to let you go easily.
You resided in the Great Hall. While you had no apprentices under your wing, you were a kind witch. Helping out and going from the Great Hall to the outside world back and forth. While at times it was exhausting, you wanted more to see other than the recognizable seabed you’ve lived in all your life.
With a basket in your right arm. Hanging close to your hand as it dangled from your wrist, you walked past numerous people in the Shopping Gallery. There were many items to choose from. Food, souvenirs, and clothing to pick from but you were only there to pick up ingredients for dinner tonight.
“Perhaps this is good enough” , you pondered as you looked down towards your filled basket. After all, you didn’t plan on buying more than what you needed despite the flower shop not far away from where you stood.
Even though you had many in your home, you always seemed to want more. Your heart suddenly aching. Your body trying to push its way like a magnet towards the petals of roses, tulips, and irises. They all held a close, comforting spot inside your heart.
Your head still facing towards the distant flower shop and your body still, you couldn’t move your body away before someone accidentally bumped into you. Registering it late, you looked up just for your heart to suddenly drop.
You bumped into the Knights of Moralis, and even worse, Deputy Lord Easthies.
Your guard was immediately up, your shoulders slightly tense as you attempted to apologize to such a man. Wanting the words to slip out of your lips, seems like the gentleman spoke out first before you could.
“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you lost?”
You blinked, a long second went by before you responded sweetly but laced with a respectful (shaky) tone.
“Oh no, you’re alright. I’m not lost though, just in thought. Although, thank you for asking.”
Bowing your head quick but respectfully while the Knight nodded in acknowledgment. You immediately walked past him after giving a warm smile. Not wanting to stay and cause anymore potential damage you could’ve done. Not around the Knights of Moralis, but If you had to admit it, the gaze he gave you was softer than you prepared for. How odd?
On the other side, Easthies watched as you walked away. His gaze lingered before he continuing walking. Moving somewhere more secluded so he wasn’t in the public eye anymore. His expression turned more firmer than earlier.
He knew you weren’t lost. He’s not stupid. Easthies has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. Not because you were in suspicion of breaking any rules, not that you had ties with the brimmed caps, but because he held a possessive type of love that couldn’t shake off with just a moment to indulge in himself.
God how he was so eager to claim you as his but too nervous to confront you. You two were mere strangers. That small interaction was the perfect opportunity to guide you where you had to go next, ask you out, but he missed it again. Curses.
No matter how much time passes, he’ll get you eventually. Knocking other chess pieces that deem a threat off the board if thats what he had to do. He wasn’t going to lose, not this time.
However, he’s already left a present for you to see when you returned home.
Walking back to where you called home. It was rather cozy and quiet, even when you were home. The miscellaneous types of flowers bunched together in the vase on the table stared at you as you closed the door. Smiling faintly towards the floral scent throughout the house.
As you placed your basket down, you started pulling out the ingredients you got during your little shopping spree.
“Hm? Again?”
Pulling out a singular red rose from your basket. How could have you missed it, you didn’t buy any flowers during your time at the shopping gallery? A conflicted expression was met but you automatically took it and walked to the vase at the table before the red rose joined in with the rest of the flowers.
Lately you’ve been getting all sorts of flowers. Some would just be waiting for you outside your door, in your basket, even in places in public you walked past before abruptly stopping to pick it up. Yes it was a little childish and foolish but just who was this secret admirer you got behind your back?
Settling in for the night, you walked up to your bedroom before shutting the door. Placing the small candle on the nightstand. You looked at the mirror before unraveling the braid you formed in your hair earlier today. Placing the hair tie in a small jar before walking and collapsing onto your welcoming bed.
Your chest rising up and down before turning and crawling till you laid in your usual spot where you always slept. Blowing out the candle you recently placed near you. Eventually falling right back to sleep without any trouble.
Suddenly a small woosh noise came from outside near your window. It was quick and done, however, your home was in the Great Hall. The Great Hall was on a seabed. You didn’t detect it but not too long afterwards did you bolt up from your position.
“A nightmare again huh．．．” Mumbling under your breath, you cursed.
Perhaps you went down the wrong rabbit hole and not to the land of dreams tonight. Figuring out the time which was midnight. You slowly got out of bed. Hoping that some midnight tea would help soothe your nerves. You hated waking up in the middle of the night.
The wood creaked under your bare feet as you walked down the stairs. Your tired eyes glanced towards the cabinets. Your hand reaching out yet as soon as you opened it, you gasped as a brush buddy squeaked! Jumping out with one of the herbs you brought earlier today.
“Hey come back!” You shouted as you watched it crawl under the window and outside. In your white nightgown and cardigan, you opened the door and chased after the little rascal.
Running down and right to a dead end. You lost sight of it. Damn it! You were breathing heavily. The eerie silence and darkness surrounding you made goosebumps appear on your delicate skin.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm down. Well thats it. You’d just have to go back tomorrow to buy some more. You were hoping to reuse it for something else to make since you had a lot left. Oh well.
Turning around you jumped as you saw the familiar scarlet cloak, winged caps．．．the Knights of Moralis!
And even more heart dropping, it was the same knight you bumped into earlier at the gallery!
“You again? why are you out so late at night? This isn’t a time nor place for a pretty lady to be wandering around.”
Easthies walked towards you. Examining you with his ruby—like eyes before his hand reached for yours. Grabbing it rather softly to your surprise.
“It was nothing, I swear. A brushbug just managed to get into my house when I was sleeping. I know it sounds silly but —!”
You were interrupted by the sudden movement of you being lifted up in Easthies arms. Your mouth opened in shock before you were flown back to your house. Arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as the fresh air ran into your lungs from above.
As Easthies placed you back down, a small shade of pink was drawn to his face. Yours was even darker. Cascading throughout your face as you attempted to gain composure.
“My deepest gratitude’s to you, Lord Easthies. How could I ever repay you?” You spoke softly. While you didn’t mind walking back home, you were more grateful that you weren’t being interrogated and questioned for being involved with any broken laws or the brimmed caps.
“It’s quite alright. It was better to fly than escort you back home on foot．．．In terms of paying me back．．．”
Easthies took a step forward, his face closer than you’d expect.
“Why don’t you accompany me tomorrow evening. Wherever you’d like is fine by me.”
Accompany? With Easthies? One of the Knights of Moralis? You must be in a dream, thats so silly, how could you—
“Of course, I’d love too. Since my herbs were stolen, you don’t mind accompanying me to the shopping gallery where we first met, yes?”
Your mouth had a habit of running before your brain could take a minute to grasp the situation you were putting yourself in. It happened again and again, which was a bad habit you kept repeating.
Easthies couldn’t help but break a small, warm smile. Finally he got what he wanted. Was it the best? No. Even if it was a small victory, he was going to win the war in the end. Enveloping you in his heart once and for all. No matter what it took.
“Sounds wonderful, Now get some beauty rest, I’ll see you tomorrow. Shall I bid you goodnight, [Y/N].” Easthies spoke in a low but soft tone. Softer than usual as you also bid him goodnight. Walking back into your home.
You then stood still, processing what just happened before your face turned red. A darker shade than the red rose you found in your basket! How did that just happen, this can’t be real right now! Wait you never told him your name!?
No matter how many times you thought about that interaction, you were rather quite excited for tomorrow.
As you jubilantly went up the stairs. Your ears were burning as you went. You were about to go to bed once again before your gaze locked towards your window. There it laid patiently. A singular pink tulip lying perfectly beside your window.
▐ @/𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 🪽 ， lowkey first ever fanfic with future chapters ahead instead of one shots and heacanons this time. This fanfic is also kinda inspired by Miss possessive by Tate mcrae, hope you guys enjoy and let me know your feelings afterwards. If you want to be tagged for the next chapter, then just ask in the comments! Anyways stay hydrated!
Established relationship, reader lives outside the great hall, in some tower they found.
Synopsis: as an hermit, who lives far away from the great hall, having a relationship with Easthies was complicated, but he is so dedicated to you that he won't let a few kilometers distance you from him.
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∆ He writes letters, everyday, asking how you are and what you are doing. He likes to send those postal with drawings on the back. He usually writes before and after work, but if he gets a break he would be writing another letter.
∆ For some reason, learning how his name was written was hard. he was kinda offended because his name is "not that hard to write" (it is).
∆ When he gets free time, and decides to take a break. He likes to go to your house. Even if it is far for him, he won't care. He uses the time of the travel to relax, or at least his idea of relaxing.
∆ he always brings snacks, he likes to see your reaction to the animal shaped cookies or some pastry he knows you like.
∆ His way of showing affection is weird. He stares and listens, he would hold your hand and caress it with his thumb, he likes to sit next to you while holding hands, if you're reading or doing something, he likes to put his head on your shoulders
∆ Once he gets comfortable he starts to speak more, about anything, he would try his best to relax and take care of himself. But you would have to drag him to bed or the bath like a grumpy cat.
∆ he won't force you to go to the great hall, if you left, there's a reason for sure, but he still invites you to go visit him during working hours.
∆ He doesn't hide his relationship but he won't go yelling around he's in a relationship. Because of how he is and of your safety. Also because no one asked (no one believed him at first) "that's the worst joke you ever made man" utowin said.
∆ talking about utowin, he was the hardest to convince that Easthies was in a relationship. He was in disbelief when he saw you, he was worried you were being threatened. But once you clarified everything he calmed down.
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I know it was kinda lame, sorry for that but the idea was getting vague and really don't know much about Easthies to do more
Husband!Easthies would always come home and give you a kiss on the lips. It’s a greeting to you saying, “I’m home, thank you for waiting for me.” His hand holding your waist gently like it was fragile glass.
Husband!Easthies who would help you whenever you were in trouble or if both of your schedules were in sync magically. If he had time to spare, he’d spare it with you. While he values his work, he will always value you the same way. If not sometimes more.
Husband!Easthies talking to you so sweetly. Reserving a tone specifically made for you no matter what. It’s soft and honeyed. His siren-like voice could drift you to sleep all the time. Especially when it’s late.
Husband!Easthies buying you your favorite foods and sometimes beverages whenever he’s out and has time to kill. He knows how much you love it when he buys things for you. Having a sweet tooth, he’d gift you it when he comes home. However, expect to give him many kisses afterwards. He loves that. ♡
Husband!Easthies him╱you braid his╱your hair in the mornings, evenings, nights— all the time. He sees it as intimate and really just bonding time with his beloved so he likes it when it’s just plain silence. Maybe a word here or there but those small, close moments with you make him feel truly at peace.
Husband!Easthies trying to hide his relationship or at least not spread it around like candy, but one in a while he’ll slip out the word “my wife” maybe around Utowin, Galga, or even Vinanna. God forbid the whole squad and suddenly there's many questions asked about you since you two don’t go out all the time together.
Husband!Easthies always refers you as “wife” , “my wife” , or “beloved” to others when you jump into the conversation. Though he uses some classic names towards you like dear, darling, my beloved, and sweetheart. You hold a special place in his heart so he’d want you to know that. Not just by action.
Husband!Easthies sometimes (always) has thoughts about starting a family with you. Since he’s already settled down with someone, why not start a family? Of course, he’ll continue working but he’ll have something more than just work and you. Besides he sometimes hints it to you. Hoping you’d get it.
Husband!Easthies always wearing his ring. Whenever he’s not wearing his white gloves, he’d wear the wedding band on his finger. It’s simple but it means so much to him than you’d think. Kissing it softly whenever he misses you or sometimes just as a habit he’s grown obsessed over. A way of calming him down after stressful situations or seeking comfort.
Husband!Easthies taking care of you whenever you fall sick. In sickness and in health, yes? Whenever you showed your vulnerability to him, he never got disgusted. You’re telling him you feel most safe to be most vulnerable around him. He’ll still care and love for you, even at your worse and that trust is something he values a lot in your guys marriage.
Husband!Easthies discussing to you about children. He knows he can wait a little until you’re ready but once you are he’s already planning. He’ll want probably one or two children and thats it. Cherishing them as much as possible when he’s around.
▐ 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 ໒꒱
Husband!Easthies being dominant in bed and there's no other way. Of course, he gives aftercare but loves when you take the role of pillow princess for him. You don’t even have to do anything, just be pretty.
Husband!Easthies taking the time to kiss you and worship you before anything else. Making out with you the minute you two are alone. He would kiss on your thighs, sternum— anywhere he can touch, he can kiss.
Husband!Easthies taking you either in the bedroom, kitchen, or shower and nowhere else. He wants alone time with you and even if it has to be his place, as long as the curtains are shut, he’ll take it.
Husband!Easthies speaking a lot of dirty talk to you during and before sex. Sometimes it would be praise depending on how you’ll obey to him but other times he’ll treat you as if you were a whore.
Husband!Easthies taking you from behind or laying you down on the edge of the bed, table, whatever and letting him have you is the best way to have sex. If it’s from the back, he’ll pull you flush against him and wrap his arms around you. Whispering and speaking dirty in your ear. If he can see you on full display, like tabletop, he’ll grab your legs and look down on you. When close, he grabs your waist.
Husband!Easthies having morning sex before he goes to work. Usually it’s slow and deep but hearing his groans and your pretty voice gets him going for the day. All it takes is one move or word to get him thrusting in you in one swift, deep motion.
Husband!Easthies using bondage on you when he feels like it. It could be your hands, legs, a blindfold on your eyes. He likes to see you struggle a bit against the restraints.
Husband!Easthies having a sort of breeding kink he can never wash down. Whenever having sex, he will always talk about having children with you or you are carrying his child near his climax. He likes the thought of you getting knocked up and carrying his child. You guys are already married so why not move to the next step?
Husband!Easthies having marathon sex during your guy's honeymoon. He’s finally got you to himself so why not celebrate it with something that's going to get both of you satisfied throughout the night?
Husband!Easthies getting turned on just by fucking you with his knights of moralis uniform on. It’s one of those odd things that no matter how much you think about why it happens, it just happens to him. Fortunately, he loves it and it gives him a sense of claiming towards you.
Husband!Easthies having days where he can release all that pent up stress from work onto you. Prepare yourself. Nine times out of ten, it is rough, marathon sex and you will have to obtain some sort of pain medication afterwards…and a way to hide all the bites and marks you got.
▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ， apologies for being out. I just started my online summer classes which nobody told me how fast pace they were gonna be! I already have two unit tests tomorrow so hope these hcs u guys like! First time writing smut hcs 🫣
── ໒꒱ 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ▐ angst▐ hurt╱with comfort▐ blood▐ kissing▐ petnames▐ cursing▐ qifrey about to lose his shit on everyone▐ violence
── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， WHA men reacting to you, a witch yourself, getting injured badly for them or protecting another.
▐ 𝐐𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 🪽
Facing the brimmed caps was no small occurrence to pass by. Especially since Qifrey had an unconditional hatred for them. With every bone in his body, he took every chance he could. Now that they were here in front of him, he wasted no time putting himself in danger.
As the situation got worse, Qifrey wasn’t prepared for another attack to happen. As soon as he realized he was about to get hit, time suddenly froze.
His whole body freezing, eyes widening, his blood boiling as he watched you taking the hit for him at the last minute. He swore he’d never want anyone he loved to get hurt. Not his apprentices, not Olruggio, and not you. Especially you. Screaming your name as you hit the ground with a thud. Racing to you as for once the brimmed caps weren’t his main priority anymore.
Why did you do it? You came only so late in the fight to jump in front of Qifrey because you knew if you didn’t, he would be terribly injured. Perhaps to the point of no recovery? It haunted your mind and so when you took the hit for him, it felt like your body was on fire. Feeling the warm sense of blood trickling down your nose to drip onto the ground.
Soon enough you felt a gentle pair of arms holding you. It was Qifrey, but your half lidded eyes could see how he shed tears for you. Although, you couldn’t sense how angry he was. Why did you jump in front of him?! He’d rather be more injured than you be completely safe and unscathed. Under that layer of trying to get you to the nearest hospital and whispering that you’ll be okay. His blood was boiling underneath.
“It’s alright, my love, you’ll be okay. I promise this will never happen to you. It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…” Qifrey put his head down as he spoke to you in a softly spoken manner.
Thank goodness he got you to the hospital on time. Qifrey made sure to double check that the brimmed caps didn’t follow you two. Immediately he had to get you two out of that situation before they could strike again.
As you laid on the hospital bed, your hand interlocked with his. You looked tired but deep down you were happy that he wasn’t once the brink of death. If he were to die, you would never forgive yourself but the same was to you as well in his eyes.
What did matter though was that both of you were alive. Yes you two had to get medical treatment but as long as you and Qifrey were alive, thats all that mattered.
▐ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒 🪽
Despite Easthies being one of the Knights or Moralis and you being a witch. You two still managed to make things work and have a steady relationship. Of course it wasn’t perfect nor did everyone know about it, but as long as you were happy, so was he.
One day out of the many, you were involved with a situation where the Knights of Moralis were called. Of course you had no part of the forbidden magic that occurred but it was nearby where you were. Therefore, it was only reasonable to check it out. After all, there were also other witches at the scene.
Once they arrived, one of them gave the run down. Of course everyone was checked for forbidden magic on them. You as well but of course had no problem doing so. Easthies checked you yourself. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew PDA wasn’t his specialty. Stepping back once done. It was only seconds before disaster struck.
After everyone was checked, Easthies was planning to report this to the Great Hall in advanced, since it’s expected of him whenever forbidden magic occurred outside the Great Hall. However, as soon as the knights were about to make their departure, a fast, sharp attack passed through the trees and hit you without having the chance to react.
Panic arose and immediately become became on guard. Some witches were with their apprentices who passed the second test and some alone. Some went to where the attack came from, some fled as they thought since the Knights of Moralis were here and it was better to find a doctor nearby than stay after all it was safer to leave, and you hit the ground as blood trickled down your mouth.
Witches weren’t aloud to learn or understand medicine. There were no doctors nearby at the fragile moment. While most of the knights bolted towards the direction of the attack. Easthies immediately went to you. His nerves shot. Was the attack meant for him? The moment he was close to you, seconds later the attack was set off. Did you protect him and became a shield while he wasn’t looking?
He didn’t know what to say. You were slowly bleeding out and had to get medicine emergency immediately. He trusted the members in his squad to take care of the issue. Just for today before picking you up in his arms. Assuring you everything with be okay as you rested your head on his chest.
The hospital air was quiet and almost suffocating for him. His silence was worse than his stern voice he could make out when upset. However, this truly hit him deep. You were bed ridden for the rest of the week and hospitalized for a few days. What struck you crashed your nerves and caused trouble inside your body. Now fragile and weak at the moment, you could only open your eyes to see your beloved beside you. Raw emotions threatening to spill like water breaking through rocks.
“Easthies…” You looked up at him, he refused to look back at you until you grabbed his hand gently.
“It wasn’t your fault. Not at all. Please don’t beat yourself up for it.” Your voice slightly changed in a more weakened tone, your thumb rubbing gently against his hand for silent comfort.
“I promise from now on, I will never let anything like this happen to you again. I forbid it.” He spoke in a sharp but emotional tone. Bringing your hand to his lips. Nothing like this will happen again, as long as he’s alive.
▐ 𝐎𝐋𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐎 🪽
You were happily able to join Olruggio in helping out a group of civilians who needed help nearby. If was just you and him which made it more fun since you felt like you haven’t been spending a lot of time with each other recently.
Once getting to the scene, it was dark but thankfully the civilians had light so you and him were able to see better. Apparently a little girl had gotten stuck along with a wagon near a cliff and the people were too scared to do something while preventing it to fall and hit rock bottom.
It was risky but you and Olruggio were prepared for these kinds of situations. You two didn’t past the fourth test for nothing. Therefore, you both went into action. You were in charge of the girl while Olruggio was in charge of the wagon. The only downside of it was it was at night and even with the torches, it was hard to see still.
As Olruggio drew a spell in secret to lift the wagon, you went in to search for the girl. Looking left and right, you soon found her curled up. Scooping her in your arms. All you had to do was just get out of the wagon, however, as soon as you were about to. Due to the storage and items inside the wagon, they moved the same direction you were at. Since the wagon tilted, it only took just a little angle for it to come sliding down.
When you noticed the storage came your way, you felt a sharp item pierce through your clothing and skin. Choking up before you threw yourself and the child onto the ground before the wagon moved onto safer grounds. Olruggio noticed a thin piece of wood piercing through you just barley.
As the child ran to her parents, Olruggio flew immediately to your rescue. You felt your nerves shot as you instinctively moved to Olruggio. However, his hands held you back to prevent anymore dangerous movement.
“Olruggio….please help me..” You gasped sharply as you felt a sting of pain hit you. Olruggio cursed before he slowly held you in his arms. Carefully not to move you so much. He had to get you to a hospital as soon as possible. Since the civilians were okay and both their wagon and the child were safe, he made a quick goodbye before leaving.
Once you two were at the hospital, you went through tiresome medical treatment and Olruggio stood outside the room, waiting to see you again. Fuck. How was that piece of wood able to just pierce through you that easily? Was it because of the heavy weight behind it that it simply just pushed its way in? Either way, Olruggio was mad at himself for it happening.
Once you were stable, Olruggio apologized multiple times throughout the day. It was weird to witness but such a simple mission turned into you getting hurt badly. If you didn’t receive medical attention soon, who knows what could’ve happened! Giving you a kiss on the forehead, did he wish for your forgiveness.
▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ，sorry if they’re any grammar issues!
The weight of the heavy, red cloak of his uniform always felt twice as heavy at the end of the day.
Easthies unclasped the fastens at his collar, his fingers slightly stiff from hours of gripping his staff and signing disciplinary decrees. His eyes ached. As the captain of his squad, the burden of maintaining order among the Pointed Caps, of hunting down those who dared to transgress the laws of magic, rested squarely on his shoulders.
He closed the door to his private quarters, letting out a rare, exhaustive sigh. The room was sparse, functional, and devoid of the whimsical comforts other witches favored. He was looking forward to nothing more than a few hours of dreamless sleep.
Then, he stopped.
A cool draft brushed against the back of his neck. His gaze snapped to the stone arched window. It was unlatched. Barely a finger’s width ajar, but enough to set every instinct he possessed on a razor's edge.
Easthies didn’t hesitate. His hand gripped his pen instinctively, his posture locking into a defensive stance. He scanned the shadows of his room, his sharp eyes cutting through the dim candlelight, searching for the telltale glimmer of forbidden glyphs or an intruder’s silhouette.
Instead, a faint, unnatural mist began to roll over the sill. It swirled with a quiet, mesmerizing grace, pooling onto the stone floor before condensing into a shape right behind him.
Before he could spin around, a pair of arms wrapped gently over his shoulders from behind. A familiar, soft warmth pressed against his back, and a teasing voice whispered directly into his ear.
"Miss me?"
Easthies didn’t flinch. The rigid tension in his shoulders slowly, begrudgingly melted away. He let out a long, slow breath, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second.
"You are incredibly foolish," Easthies murmured, his voice low and raspy from the long day, though he made no move to push her away. "You could be killed just trying to cross into this territory. What are you doing here?"
You let out a soft, melodic laugh, resting your chin on his shoulder, completely unbothered by his stern tone. "Please, Easthies. Give me some grace. I wouldn't dare be that careless. Besides, you didn't answer my question. Did you miss me?"
He didn't answer right away. His mind drifted, pulling him back through the years, peeling away the layers of the hardened man he had become.
He remembered when you were both just small apprentices, studying under the same roof. Even back then, your genius was undeniable. You possessed a breathtaking prowess for magic, drawing clean glyphs with a creativity that left teachers marvelling. But alongside that talent was a bottomless, insatiable curiosity, a desire to know what lay beyond the rigid boundaries established by the dynamic of the pointed caps.
That curiosity had eventually led you down a forbidden path. You had chosen the Brimmed Cap, embracing the wild, restricted magic that the rest of society feared.
And he? He had joined the Knights Moralis. He became the shield and the sword meant to eradicate exactly what you had become.
By all rights, I should report you, he thought, a familiar, bitter irony twisting in his chest. I should draw my pen and execute the law on the spot.
He had told himself that the first night you snuck into his quarters years ago. He had told himself that dozens of times since. Yet, every single time you appeared like a phantom in the night, his resolve crumbled. He loved you too much. He was selfish—disgustingly so, by his own moral standards—for turning a blind eye to a Brim Hat.
But even with that love, he could never join you. The mere thought of becoming a Brim Hat himself, of breaking the fundamental laws of their world, filled him with a deep, visceral disgust. He was a creature of order; you were a creature of the forbidden. They were two forces that should have destroyed each other on sight.
Instead, he turned around in your embrace, his hands coming up to gently grip your wrists. He looked down into your eyes, his expression a mix of exhaustion and affection.
"Be careful," he said, his voice dropping to a fierce, quiet whisper. "If the guards catch even a whisper of your ink..." He trailed off, shaking his head. He looked toward his bed. "Spend the night. If you're going to risk your life to come here, you might as well stay put where it's safe."
A radiant smile broke across your face. "I'd love to."
With a soft sigh of contentment, you reached up and slid the wide-brimmed hat from your head, setting it carefully on his desk. Without an ounce of hesitation, you climbed into his bed, pulling the heavy, unadorned blankets up to your chin.
Easthies watched you, a faint, barely visible softening in his eyes. His bed was notoriously uncomfortable, stiff, practical, and meant for a soldier, not a regular witch. He complained about it to himself most days. But as he extinguished the candles, removed his heavy outer coat, and lay down beside you, the stiffness of the mattress seemed to vanish.
You immediately slid closer, snuggling into his side and resting your head against his chest. Easthies wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, burying his face into your hair.
For a few hours, the rules didn't exist. The forbidden magic of the Brim Hats didn't exist. In the quiet sanctity of the dark room, listening to the steady rhythm of each other's breathing, they were just two small apprentices again, finding comfort in the only person who truly understood them.
SYNOPSIS | easthies dreamed of having you this close to him once. meeting you once again felt like a dream. except for the part that you have a memory erasure spell shoved up in his face .
NOTE | i hate easthies so much i need him to suffer!
1,414 | WARNINGS: none
“how insolent are you that you would try and sneak up on a knights moralis within the great hall itself?”
easthies turns around just in time for your blade to collide with his spear, the metallic clash echoing within his quarter disturbing the peace it once had. the impact was strong, strong enough that he had to take a step back.
“hello, old friend!”
the brim of your hat tilts up, revealing the mischievous curve of your lips.
“what are you doing here, brimmed hat?”
“oooh, you look like you want to murder me right here and now!”
tightening his grip on the spear, he pushes against your sword, sending you away from him and taking a defensive stance. the tip of his spear glistened from the lambent radiance of floatglow lamps scattered along the walls of his quarters. so does the anger flicker within his eyes.
“how did you manage to enter the great hall?”
“good question!” you hop onto a table behind you, never minding the papers and books, sword disappearing into thin air.
there's a myriad of other questions he wants to ask, but now is not the time to let his emotions get the best of him. a member of the knights moralis must first eliminate all things that threaten to expose the secrets of magic. you're a brimmed hat, you're one of the threats.
and yet his grip loosens around his spear the moment you flash him that cunning smile of yours.
just like you used to when you were both young.
“although, telling you my secret would expose all the hard work i did to get this far. i wouldn't be able to sneak in again if i were to tell you, wouldn't i?” your pout was so infuriating, he wants to wipe it off your pretty face.
“there will be no second time for someone like you.”
“once a party pooper, always a party pooper.”
“watch what you're saying, brim hat.”
“oh, i could if i want to!” you hop right off, trotting your way towards him and disregarding the spear pointed at you. tipping the blade to the side with your finger, he doesn't step back when you're only but a breath away.
on the contrary, he seems to be having an internal conflict within himself, evident from the creases between his eyebrows.
oh god, you're too close.
“i heared you had an interesting encounter yesterday.” your voice was a little softer this time. it was like you were sincerely just trying to have an actual conversation. you, a brimmed hat, right inside the great hall standing in front of a knight moralis as if it was a normal day to day encounter.
“and who, pray tell, told you of this?”
“i'm more surprised by the fact that you, an adult, went face to face with a child with no remorse!” the softness of your tone shift to a teasing one, your arm resting on his spear audaciously and casually.
no survival instinct whatsoever.
it was then that easthies was brought back to reality.
he shouldn't be letting this happen. he's supposed to be apprehending you at this very moment. but would that really be it? he takes you under the custody of the knights moralis, and then what? they take your memories away? take away your unending love and curiosity for magic? take away your childhood, when you still clinged and lingered around him like a parasite?
can he take away the memory of you that he still holds dear up to this day? will that help him forget how betrayed he felt the day you left?
can he still look at you, knowing that you don't remember him and the brilliant radiance you once had?
“all threats to the absolute secret must be settled.”
“settled, huh.”
it was as if a switch was turned, then your eyes became dim. the glee they were shimmered with disappeared just as you whispered those words.
“does that include me, too, my dear easthies?”
the man was left speechless, mouth agape in an attempt to say something but he remains tongue-tied. was he to tell you that he could've done that earlier? that he should've done that the moment he felt your presence as he entered his quarter? he doesn't want to say a word, but alas, his duties come first and foremost. even before his own desires.
“yes.”
you stare at him unfazed, eyes searching for something within him that he know still exists. he hopes to relieve himself of this torture, of being so close to you yet so far. you're only an arm away from him, but you seem to be out of reach despite him leaning a little close. an unperturbed bubble wraps around you, impenetrable even with his pear touching your skin.
suddenly, everything went ice cold.
“a shame, really.”
the air felt too cold yet he thinks he'll get burned if he touches you. something about you shifts when you sighed.
“do you ever wonder what it would feel like to lose a part of you, easthies?”
huh.
“what do you mean?”
“oh, i'm just asking a question that everyone would ask a knight of the knights moralis.”
static surrounds him like a suffocating blanket.
“why do you ask?”
a smile lifts the corner of your lips, though they seem… distant and eerie.
“i have a little surprise for you, easthy.”
your hand reaches from the front of your cloak, revealing something that instilled fear nothing like before within easthies. a keystone rests on your palm with a familiar spell drawn with white ink, just a few centimeters away from his face.
a memory erasure spell.
“where did you get that!?”
“ah ah aah.” before he could even step farther away from you, your hand had already wrapped around his forearm, pulling back with a force that is unbecoming of your appearance. when did you get such strength?
“are you scared?”
your lips are just beside his ear, your cheek brushes against his. such a promising position, yet he could only shudder at the keystone just a breath away from his eye. white little hands too far away to reach him.
“how?…”
“how? oh, don't underestimate me, easthies.” you rest your chin at the crook of his neck, humming in cheerful tone unbefitting of his situation. “i've stared at that spell for sooo long. a little swish and swosh of a pen and then boom!” you giggle, snuggling against his shoulder without a care.
you shouldn't be this comfortable against him when you have that keystone right up his face.
“think about it, easthies. do they feel like something's missing when you take away their memories?”
easthies remains frozen on the spot. his mind reels at every possibility that he could turn this around, flip the situation upside down to have control, but it's hard to balance his flight or fight reflexes and the electrifying effect of your body against him.
“what do you want?” he finally says after a minute or two.
“answers, easthy. you know i'm curious by nature, always have been. it's why i went out of my way here, despite the chances of you handing me over to the knights moralis.”
you were right. you were naturally curious about everything. it was what made you a brilliant witch, even at your apprenticeship, you made magic the center of your life. delighting when you discover new things, eager to learn and make mistakes, until you stumbled across forbidden magic. no one can stop you until you've satisfied the greedy little thing within you. depriving you of answers, is like taking away your very life.
“do they slowly become aware that they lost something?” his ear feels warm from your breath.
perhaps it's what he admired in you the most. your eternal love for magic had him fooled that you share the same passion to protect it.
alas, it was what brought him in this situation, completely wrapped around your fingers.
your lips grazed the tip of his ear and all thoughts came to a stop. just you and him, so close to touch. had the situation been swapped, would he still be presented with the opportunity to have you this close to him?
“or do they die, unknowingly less than the person they once were?”
and perhaps, he wouldn't fault himself for being subjected to your unrepentance, for he had long since known that he was weak against you.
you were one of those witches who left the great hall in order to have your atelier, to welcome apprentices of your own.
and so far, you had two kids under your wings.
they were everything you had wished for when you first opened your atelier, honestly they didn't let you have the time to be bored.
between pranks and failed spells, your days were filled with laughter and teaching lessons.
but you're not here for that, right ?
you were yet again the victim of another prank as you walked through your little home. the kids had left a floating drop spell right above the front door ─ leaving you completely drenched the moment they let the water go free.
you couldn’t help but sigh as the water soaked through your clothes, ruining the grocery bags as well.
you loved them, really, but sometimes you just wanted some peace, like today for example. you weren't really in the mood to indulge in their mischief behavior.
it was those kind of moments that made you miss your husband more than you would have thought. but as a knight moralis, easthies didn't come as often as you wanted him to ─ and who were you to blame him when you were the one to leave the great hall in the first place ?
anyway.
with the help of rings your friend, Olruggio, had made a while ago, you dried yourself of all the water clinging to your skin, wrapping your shoulders with a shall to keep you from getting sick. as you settled the bags over the counter, you decided that it was best to ignore the kids giggling somewhere in the atelier, to keep your mind occupied on something else.
however, it seemed that you were too engrossed in your thoughts because you hadn't heard the windowway open, or the way the kids went suddenly quiet when they saw the newcomer.
you merely had the time to register what was happening when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, startling you. a warm and rich honeyed laugh that you could recognize among a thousand echoed in your ear as you turned around, eyes blown wide open.
“easthies ! ” the room seemed to be brighter, warmer now that you were reunited with your one and only.
you instantly threw your arms around his neck, hugging him like your life depended on this simple action. and even if display of affection wasn’t his preferred area, his touch was still so delicate, full of love as he cradled your face between his palms.
and somewhere in the atelier, the kids watched their master and their husband being all lovey-dovey with false disgust. “oh they are so in love.”
Summary and content: Going her own way, the reader becomes a tailor, stepping away from the idea of becoming a mentor for young witches unlike her life-long friends. In a letter, she mentions a man that she has begun a relationship with, but she doesn’t say his name. Curious, Qifrey and Olruggio make a visit to her to figure out who he is. Romantic Easthies and reader. Platonic Qifrey/Olruggio and reader (sibling like relationship). Brief mentions of the Qiflings. She/her used on reader. One use of [Name] in the beginning. OOC? Kiss, kiss, fall in love. I don't know how to write kissing. Rushed ending </3
Requested - Anonymous on Tumblr
A/N: There were some things I didn’t know how to write, so I switched those things around. I hope you still like it! Also, I have never written for these characters, so thank you for giving me the chance to :) I wanted to keep this short, too, so it’s more of a drabble. AND “Qifrey” kept autocorrecting to “Wifey” then to "Winfrey," but that doesn't really matter right now. I think it’s a sign.
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To my dearest friends, Qifrey and Olruggio,
My days have fared well, and I am still earning quite enough in my business. There is a new person coming in at least every other week. I am glad to be of help to people. One wouldn’t think you would meet so many kinds of people in this kind of job. Travelers, fellow artisans, mothers, grandmothers, and curious children.
Speaking of children, how are your apprentices? It has been awhile since I’ve asked, and even longer since I have last seen them. I do hope they are well.
I am doing well in my personal life as well. I met a man just the other week. He has brought me small trinkets and flowers every time he has visited me. We have talked about pursuing a serious relationship only yesterday. He’s stoic, but is also very kind and thoughtful.
Sincerely and with love, [Name]
You looked at the parchment as you finished signing it, smiling to yourself. Just as you were about to set the quill down in the pen rest, the overhead bell to your shop rang.
You turn around in your stool, looking up to who just walked in. Seeing the familiar silhouette, your smile widens, placing your cheek to rest on your clasped hands.
“My oh my,” you greet Easthies.
He tilts his head down, almost to hide the small smile he has, at your greeting.
“Hello, to you as well,” he leans down, his hand cups your chin as his thumb brushes over your lower lip, and leaves a light kiss against your cheek.
Your cheeks warm at the display of affection. Even if it’s early, and even if no one else is in your shop, you find yourself almost flustered at the thought of people seeing you two together doing such things.
“Easthies,” you whisper, moving your hands to cover your cheeks, closing your eyes and grinning. “How very bold of you this early morning!”
Easthies says nothing, but reaches out to grab your wrist, moving it away from your face.
You stay silent as well, only peaking open one eye to look at him, the grin still on your face. With your other hand, you reach out to touch his cheek. From cheek to jaw, from jaw to neck, and from there to his nape. A slow trip from start to end. Your nails travel lightly against his skin, leaving goosebumps where they once touched, but he doesn’t shiver from the feeling.
Easthies stays how he was, as if your hand has turned him to a statue. You lean in closer to him the closer your fingers get to his hairline at the back of his neck. Both your eyes becoming half lidded as you feel your breaths joining the other’s.
Your lips are a mere graze against Easthies’ as you speak to him, “Easthies?” Your voice was gentle, and airy. Such a light whisper.
“Hm?” Easthies let out a quiet hum, trying to match your volume.
“You’re so pretty,” your eyes close as you let out.
Easthies only closes the very small space that’s left between you, kissing your lips just as lightly as he did your cheek, making you giggle against him.
As you two broke apart, you looked up at him, smiling, before turning around to your writing area you've set up on your desk.
“I was writing to my friends before you came in,” you said, grabbing the letter and folding it into itself three times, then grabbing the spoon with already melted wax, sealing it closed with a stamp.
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A knock sounded at the door, a small echo throughout the atelier as everyone was sat down, ready to eat whatever lunch was that day. Letting out a huff and a grumble, Olruggio got to his knees to stand.
“I’ve got it,” he makes his way to the door, a slight drag of his feet against the flooring.
“Hello, good afternoon, sir!” A cheery messenger greeted Olruggio when he opened the door.
Olruggio only stared at the other man, letting out a gruff “afternoon,” himself.
Feeling a bit pesky at the curt greetings, the messenger handed him a letter sealed with a familiar dark purple wax. “Here you are, sir!”
Taking the letter, Olruggio thanked him, making sure he went on his way before closing the door to the atelier.
Olruggio opened the letter, making his way back to the dining area. Only reading the first line, he called out for Qifrey. He only glanced at the other man before heading to the kitchen. Qifrey followed very soon after excusing himself from the table and the girls.
As Qifrey walked into the kitchen, he only saw Olruggio staring very sternly at the piece of parchment like it personally offended him somehow.
“Oh my,” Qifrey could feel an awkward sweat forming on the back of his neck as he smiled without humor. “Is everything alright, Olly?”
Taking his attention off the letter, he looks to Qifrey, “She says she’s met someone.”
Qifrey’s eyes widened, almost in an excited manner, “why, that’s wonderful!” He cheers, bringing his hand together.
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Just a few days later, as the others were filled with lessons and patrols, certain people decided to pay you a visit.
Down in Kalhn, Easthies was just on his way to your small tailor shop, just as he was the other day. An inconsistent yet familiar routine. He was donned in his Knights of Moralis attire as he walked along the cobblestone streets. It was just as busy as it usually was around this time of day, so he wasn’t surprised when someone, a child no less, bumped into him.
He looked down after hearing the meek voice apologize. Easthies was not surprised that a child bumped into him, no. He, however, was surprised to see that Coco, one of Qifrey’s apprentices, was the one that had bumped into him.
“Coco,” Qifrey called out.
Speak of the devil…
Turning his attention to Easthies as he reached out to pull Coco away from the man. “Easthies,” Qifrey greeted with a terribly forced smile. “I’m surprised to see you here in Kalhn.”
“You as well. I am only doing a simple errand run.” Easthies wanted to keep the encounter short with the other man.
“Is that so?” Qifrey continued, “We are as well. So then, Best we go our own ways now,” he wanted to keep the encounter short as well.
Easthies said nothing, only nodding at the man’s words. He takes off in his original direction, stepping past the other two, and at some time, he passed by Olruggio as well. How rare to see him here, Easthies thought to himself.
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You’re sat in your stole as you are most days, torn garment in hand and sewing needle in the other. Easthies stands at your back, rubbing at whatever small knot you have in your shoulder. You let out small hums of satisfaction every now and then.
The overhead bell rings, but you don’t look up. Keeping your eyes on the garment in front of you, you greet whoever just walked in, “Welcome.”
Easthies does look up to whoever just entered the shop. Seeing who it was, he stops his movements on your shoulder, pulling his hand away. That absence prompts you to look up as well. To him in question, then to the door in wonder.
Just in front of the door stands a shocked Qifrey, and behind him, an equally shocked Olruggio.
Surprised by their presence, it takes you a bit to speak up again. “Qifrey—and Olruggio?” You stand up and walk towards them. “Where are the girls?” You wonder aloud, peeking around them, seeing the lack of apprentices.
They both continue to look past you towards Easthies, who stares right back at them. They stay silent for what you think is a whole seven minutes, feeling every second pass, before looking at you, then back to Easthies, then back to you again.
They both say nothing for only a little while longer before shouting out in unison, “HIM?!”
You nod, straining your smile, feeling a headache coming on already at the future throw of questions from the two you would call brothers.
qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠easthies x reader. sfw. fem!reader. I didn't reread it (my phone is 2%, I'll do it later, okay-)
now, what if you got your period on the worst way possible…?
The morning sun kissed away the deal, throwing its pearly glow all over the world. As the outside world opened to you, you laid beds in your shape whenever you laid down to roll through the meadow.
“Darling…” you were welcomed by a giggle muffled by slender fingers. “You’re going to get grass all over your hair…” you supported yourself on your forearms, rising just a bit of your upper body. Qifrey’s hand got closer, you quickly leaned for a headpat, but…
“See?” he smirked proudly, painfully aware of your broken expectation. As a token of your defeat, he held it up—a tiny leaf which just so recently dwelt amidst your locks. “You’re already making quite the clumsy flower crown atop your head.”
“No, fun! I’m here getting the best out of nature and you still mock me!”
“I could never mock you when you look so cute in those vests…” his ears twitched, “My vests…”
You victoriously hit your own chest with a closed wrist. “Hehe, your attire’s so girlish you didn't notice right away, did you?” To feed you into that delicious moment of vanquishing him altogether, Qifrey clapped excitedly.
“Dear me, I'd have never noticed it! Perhaps I was distracted by all the adorable expressions you're making today! They're being nicely framed by sunlight after all!”
Your brave countenance melted into a blushing mess. For Qifrey, it was because you had just been hit by his compliments, which counted as him winning once more. As for yourself… well, the praises did play a great part in it, especially since they came right before you noticed such a mess on your intimacy.
“Don’t look at me right now, I mean-” you shook your hands in the air, taking steps backwards—an effort you put to avoid allowing him to get a look at the back of the clothes you nimbly borrowed from him.
Either way, it wasn't like much could be done when a stray droplet of blood traveled through your left leg onto the grass.
“Oh dear, what do we have here…? How precious…”
You hugged your own knees, sitting on the floor in the most pathetic pose you could strike. “Sorry… I thought it'd be funny to get your clothes, forgive me…”
By listening to the sounds you made on the verge of crying, Qifrey placed a thin index on your chin, lifting it up.
“I said it was precious, didn't I? I apologize, I should not say such about a moment of cramps and drowsiness like this one.” you sniffed, cleaning your tears away with your knuckles before he cared for you with a handkerchief.
“All dried up, you're a big girl no, so calm down…”
“What? It's not my menarch-”
“But I'll always care for it as if it was this type of great event… now princess, let's get inside, I'll carry you…”
Whispers of reassurance were everything you heard until you fell asleep. You did dare to open up your eyes for a second, gazing at the blurry picture of a warm towel being settled upon that painful spot. “Oh my, you should rest…” Qifrey said, kissing your eyelids to force you to close them back.
Each step seemed to be taken with voracious effort; otherwise, you would fall asleep right there, on the cobblestones hardened and greened by summer moss. As support, Olruggio placed his calloused hands upon your shoulders.
“Easy there, you’re ‘gonna’ fall if you move another centimeters.” You said nothing z what earned you to be comically shaken by your shoulders, you could feel your brain hitting all the points of your skull.
“Hey, what's the matter with you? You look ridiculously tired…”
“I stayed awake to train a spell…” you giggled, scratching the back of your neck. “Forgive me…?”
He merely sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose—whenever you forgot to look after yourself, Olruggio took it as a personal offense.
“Let’s go, I was planning to take a nap now myself…”
“I better do it too, I don't want to get old like you…!”
He rolled his eyes, although your teasing towards his so called old age (according to you) never made him regret having a younger partner, not a tiny bit.
You felt like it was the best thing ever, although you still wondered why you seemed so sleepy. However, you didn't have much time to question yourself—sleep greeted your mind quite early, it’s just that dreamland could've been much gentler with you, well, who wants to deal with terrible tummy aches while asleep? Especially when they dare to drag you back to reality.
“It’s alright, I can deal with it…” was what you heard when you sat still and rubbed your eyes to shove sleep away. Suddenly, you realized that that sharp pain had crossed the dream world’s gate alongside you.
“You look quite disturbed, of course it could be a nightmare…” articulated him, afraid he was allowing himself to be too soft. It was when you pulled the duvets out of your lower body that you saw it—that color competing with your cheeks for the prize of most saturated red.
“I… I didn't mean to! It just wasn't supposed to be today, so-” you grabbed Olruggio’s shoulders, your clutching was way too hard and your tears rolled down your cheeks too awkwardly—you had to ugly cry just to make it worse…
Now, all fear of being too soft vanished in an instant. Olruggio pulled you closer, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them as roughly as he could.
“Alright, alright, you ‘gotta’ stop. It's just biology, you see…” he turned his back to you, fumbling with some trinkets he had stored close. When Olruggio was back, he gingerly pressed a warm, glowing stone against your abdomen. “I know the form is too… pointy for it, but hold it still… I'll fetch a napkin to wrap it in.” You merely hummed an affirmation—it was something he had created, right?
“I made it… but don't worry, I'll fix something that's… hmm, softer, like a pillow.” he nodded to himself. “Does it hurt, sweetheart…?”
Your upturned face seemed to get brighter again. “A lot…” you said with a cackle.
“Of course, of course it does. You see… go wash yourself, I'll change the sheets… I'll warm new ones, yes, it'll be nice if it's all warm for you, right?”
He stepped forwards, kneeling close and holding both of your hands on his. “You don't need to shy away…” you couldn't help but giggle when he began to purposely scratch his beard on your neck. “I’ll bake you something, sweetie. Tell me what you want, anything for the best girl in the world…”
Your days had recently been flooded by an avalanche of insurmountable worries—spells going wrong, lines extremely irregular even by the standards of your usual annoyed self. Something needed to be done, and you were pretty sure of what. By letting out your most dramatic sigh, you drifted towards Beldaruit’s lap, getting a nice tug on your waist from the older man. The sage was quick to giggle at your behavior—adorably needy, but he'd never mock you for such an amicable behavior.
“So, how is it going, love…?” asked him, with that wrinkled smile capable of vanishing any worry out of your spirit.
“Terrible, Bel!” you whined, burying your face on his chest. You were saying that more out of dramaturgy rather than from actual sorrow, after all he had just cured you instantly with his quaint illusion and playful grins.
“My, of course the great Beldaruit could never allow you to feel like such, should I? Let's start our meeting with a bunch of cuddles-” however, you felt something was deeply wrong on your undergarment. With furrowed brows, you pushed him slightly, afraid of making things worse than they already were (probably) about to become, you slowly lifted yourself from his lip. Oh dear—that’s the most embarrassing moment of your life, not even being pecked and bullied by that baby penguin by the end of your second test could be ever as bad as it.
“I’m sorry…” you sniffed, feeling your vision blurry through every watery blink of your eyelids. “I swear, it wasn't supposed to be today-”
While you were worried, acting like a dunce with all those messy excuses, Beldaruit simply set a quick gaze at the crimson spot on his pristine clothes. He was, for sure, caring enough to understand that facing it with his usual playfulness would shame you further, therefore, he just doddled a quick small water spell, which eased the redness on his uniform to a much lighter pink—great to soothe your current mindset for a moment.
“Oh, look at me, my dear…” he whispered tenderly, gesturing for you to sit down. When his hands found your shoulders, he gave you with a quick squeeze. “See? It can be easily taken care of, we have magic after all! But, about you… is your tummy hurting, angel?” Beldaruit inquired, cleaning your tears with a ring adorned thumb. You nodded, although anything you tried to say now sounded like a bunch of foreign words.
“Shh, that’s fine… I'll look after you, I might look frail, but I'm totally able to. Come here…” he kissed your forehead, easing your furrowed brow.
“You’re my favorite girl and nothing will ever change that… now dear, I don't want my favorite struggling with cramps! Also, your robes are most likely very besmirched by now, hmm? Let's get you into my favorite ones!”
“I can't draw anymore, my fingers are trembling!” Nothing seemed convenient that afternoon. Perhaps complaining about it wasn't the best idea, considering how stressed Easthies' nerves seemed after work. But you were no subordinate, you were sometimes that could easily spark his softer side, so why not abuse your power?
He sighed, sitting close to you while he set his hat aside. “I see, darling… I see…” he buried his face onto your neck—you smelled of chocolate and goat milk. “For someone so annoyed, you made the best out of the pastries I got for you.”
“I ate them all!” You proudly announced.
“I’ll get you more…”
“Wait… really?” your hands were clasped together instantly, as if you were praying it was no mean joke. He tisked.
“I believe I hold my word quite strongly, or else I wouldn't have the role I do, would I?” You jumped closer, brushing your face against his. Holding your hand, he helped you get up.
“Come here, you're now sitting on my clothes-” it was a bit weird… was that spot always a darker red compared to the rest?
“hmm, what's the matter?”
Before he stared at your face, Easthies held your waist, maneuvering you so he could check your back—yes, as he thought…
Your eyes followed his, well, that was quite the nuisance, nothing serious at all. You could accept besmirching your clothes, you were with Easthies after all, no problem. But he mentioned you were sitting onto his… didn't he…?
All you could do was hiding yourself onto his chest—perchance the last thing one would do right now was seeking solace on the person they had just bothered with their unexpected cicle. However, you still believed Easthies held you into the high regards, after all you were his beloved (as he called you whenever he was specially sensitive).
You muttered an apologize, withdrawing when you pondered the possibility of ruining his uniform further—now with tears…
“Good grief, it was only the insides, the outer area is fully clean…”
He was mad, wasn't him? “I’m sorry, I'll wash it-” yet, you only heard the sound of fabric being maneuvering from behind you.
“This way I can still cover you without calling unnecessary attention. I believe a bit did leak to the other side, either way, it was too faint to be noticed on a red fabric.” he kissed a tear away from your cheek.
“Does it hurt?” he asked sternly, which surprised you to the point of no answer. “I asked: does it hurt…?”
When you allowed yourself some time out of the embarrassing—yes, it did. You nodded like a child about to be grounded.
“Oh, darling… alright, it won't be like this for too long. I'll take you home.”
“But your work-”
“Do not utter a syllable. I'm also getting you something warm to eat, you liked that honey buns, didn't you?”
Can thou humbly request for Yan! Orufrey with reader who is a bloodfiend? Bloodfiends are different than vampires but the concept of blood is kinda similar, theres bloodfiends and bloodbags (mindless corpses) where bloodfiends give their blood willingly to a willing person which make them family.
Reader who got turned into a bloodfiend, joining the brimcaps after missing for AWHILE and accidentally meeting Yan! Orufrey in a witch town... This can be changed as you can fit!
If you don't feel comfortable then you don't need to write it dear moot.
yan! olufrey x bloodfiend! gn! reader ੈ
yan! olufrey who never stopped searching for you after you disappeared. missing posters, search parties, hell even going door-to-door to ask if anyone had seen you. your sudden departure in their lives made your absence all the more real.
yan! olufrey who can’t comprehend seeing you alive. well… alive would be a nice term for your condition. complexion pallid and weary, trailing behind a person dressed as innocuously as possible.
yan! olufrey who trail you all day, stalking just behind you so you can’t sense them. they’re just on your heels, the sensation of being watched makes you turn and look around, only for nothing to be there.
yan! olufrey who finally get the chance to kidnap rescue you from your captor. when the person leaves to go to the restroom, leaving you alone, they strike; placing a seal over your head that knocks you out. they catch you as you fall into their arms, leaving as quickly as possible.
yan! olufrey who keep a close eye on you as you recover back at their atelier. they watch every uncomfortable shift in your sleep, cooing and retrieving more blankets.
yan! olufrey who insist on nursing you back to health. feeding you high-iron soups and steaks so rare they’re nearly raw to help you recover from your anemia. they forbid you from moving around without their assistance, because you’re still too weak to walk on your own. just let them carry you everywhere!
yan! olufrey who never let you out of their site once they have you back. they watch every withdrawal, monitor your recovery through the lens of helpfulness, keep you locked up for ‘your safety.’ in reality, you are caged in a crate of your own making… and you didn’t even know.
