hello! can I make a prompt request for bash (reign) x femme self insert? #10 “I’m too drunk to have this conversation right now.” 💕
Characters: Female reader x Sebastian de Poitiers Fandom: Reign Warnings: alcohol consumption Word Count: 1072 A/N: Here you go, anon, thank you for requesting! Hope you like it 💖
Originally posted by allthefandom-imagines-blog
French Court had never been as alive as that night, with echoes of vibrant laughter and riveting music reverberating in the walls of the golden ballroom. Nobles from all France had come to the celebration and the royal family had made sure everything was as perfect and as magnificent as it could be, and indeed the noblemen seemed rather impressed, if not by the food and decoration, certainly by the rich wine and the graceful women flaunting their dresses and dancing happily in the center of the room.
The atmosphere was one of beauty and splendor, to the point where you were starting to think that even the stars in the sky outside would want to come inside to join the celebration. Or perhaps that was just the wine talking, you thought as you grabbed your sixth or seventh glass from a silver tray nearby.
“(Y/N)!” Lady Lola exclaimed as she watched you taking a long sip of the drink. The excitement of that night had replaced the blood in your veins with the sweetness of the wine, a much needed experience as you had lost count to how many noblemen you had talked to and rejected that evening. The only one you were interested in wasn’t there, off to fulfill some duty as King's Deputy as always. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink for the night?”
“No, that lord over there has been trying to court me all night and he’s coming this way right now so…” you trailed off, bringing the glass to your lips again. But before the man could approach you and you could find another excuse to avoid him, you felt a shadow being casted over you and saw your friends Lola, Kenna and Greer exchanging rapid, meaningful glances.
“What?” You asked them, but instead of their answer a soft voice fell upon your neck, your spine protesting in gentle shivers when his breath fanned your ear.
“(Y/N), may I speak with you for a moment?” You turned around abruptly at the sound of that voice, almost bumping into Sebastian as he had leaned into you to talk over the loud music. You tripped over your own feet and felt the walls and the floor dangerously quavering as your head spun. Almost instantly Bash’s careful hands grabbed you, keeping you in your place as his green eyes bored into yours. They looked like those multicolored marbles kids played with in the gardens. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes,” you stuttered, unsure if you were more stunned by the alcohol in your system or his sudden presence in front of you. “What do you wish to speak to me about?”
“Come,” he asked, tangling his arm in yours to drag you away from the confusion. You found a calmer spot by the entrance of the room and rested your back against the cold wall while trying to decipher what other treasures were hidden behind the emeralds in his eyes. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t love him, and yet you had no idea if there was even one of him that loved you back. “It’s about last night. I saw you leaving Francis’ chambers, and I’d like to know why.”
You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed. “Oh God, I’m too drunk to have this conversation right now. Can it not wait until like… never?”
“(Y/N)”, he called, and even if his stare was urgent there was a softness in his tone he rarely ever used with anyone but you. “Are you two together?”
“What?” You snorted, still feeling the taste of the wine in your tongue as blurry dots started to invade your vision. “You know Francis loves Mary.”
“What about you?” He asked, and his voice was now lower, almost insecure. “Do you love him?”
You brought a hand to your temple and massaged it, trying to ease the dizziness you were feeling. Alcohol could be intoxicating, but nothing compared to Bash.
“As a friend? Yes. Nothing more. Why do you care if I was leaving his chambers?”
“For nothing,” he answered, tone contained and veiled. There was a sudden urge in you to touch his lips with yours to see if you could make the veil fall. You knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. “I just care about you, that’s all.”
“As sweet as that is, I think you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he countered. “I just need to know if there’s something going on between you and Francis because if there is I’ll need to… protect you. A King’s mistress is always—”
“I’m not his mistress!” You exclaimed, raising your voice. “I told you, there’s nothing going on between him and me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” Bash said sincerely. “I just can’t think of any other reason as to why you’d be in his chambers.”
“You can’t?” You raised an eyebrow, suddenly tired of hiding it, of carrying all those feelings inside you and not letting them out. “Well, I can. It was supposed to be a surprise, but since you’re so curious and stubborn, I’ll tell you. I’ve been meaning to plan a boat trip for you, and Francis’ been helping me with it.”
“A boat trip? For me? Why?”
“Because I like you!” You blurted out, not even feeling flustered for finally admitting it. “And I wanted to do something special for you. To thank you for always being there for me. There, now you know.”
“I…” Bash brought his thumb to your face, caressing your cheek in the most delicate of ways. “I like you too, (Y/N). Very much.”
“You do?”
“Yes, how could I not?” He smiled. “But I’m not sure I deserve all that effort.”
“Of course you do!” You rolled your eyes at him. “Even if you ruined the surprise.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “I promise next time I’ll trust you.”
“Good,” you said, and then a playful smile bloomed from your lips as your hands grabbed his. “But if you were so jealous about me leaving Francis' chambers... how about I pass by yours tonight?”
Bash stared at you, red painting over his cheeks before he relaxed and gave you a dazzling smile.
“I’d love that,” he declared, then offering you a small smirk and leaning towards you to whisper in your ear. “But I don't think you'll want to leave my chambers anytime soon.”
