Hi!!! this is your favorite anon R. (from now on, I'll call myself that <3)
I want to say once again that I incredibly love your fanfiction
How about making a comfortable fanfiction for Frederick in his dragon hunter costume this time?
I think he, like a dragon, has a love for all things golden, and he also has his own treasure trove!
Would Frederick have molted and needed comfort? You know, the attention, the affection, the care of his scales <3
Sorry this took so long! Finally on a break and catching up with writing!
Rated: T | Warnings: None
The ocean waves crashing upon the rocky shoreline, the cold winter ocean breeze, the smell of sea salt and fish left to dry. This is his life now… Calm, peaceful. No longer is there the sound of armor shifting or swords clashing as knights trained in the training yard. No longer are there the whispering chatter of his court. No longer does he see his kingdom he ruled outside of his window.
Instead, he sees the home— Once was hallowed as his heart— Decorated and warm with love and burning hearth in the ground. A home, you made this place a home for the old dragon, something all the gold in his kingdom could not give him.
The shedding of scales is nothing new and often done alone as it leaves a dragon vulnerable as their new scales are sensitive and soft. The former Dragon Hunter, former King of his own realm, finds himself in your care. His clothing on the floor, save for his smalls, his back towards you as you carefully remove the more annoying shedding skin. Your hands are smooth with ointment you use help peel the dead skin and soothes the new scales.
He is purring, uncontrollable for a young dragon but controllable for a dragon his age. You should be honored to be the cause of his pleased state, his eyes closed as you assist in a task he could easily do himself.
"Does it hurt?" Asking as you tug on a particularly difficult shedding scale.
"No," He says before adding, "It feels like a tug nothing more." Looking behind him as you rub the sore scale with ointment, you look at him then sit on your knees to kiss him. The purring was low and his tail was curled to his side, but the kiss made him purr louder. The Dragon Hunter turning around as his tail wraps around your waist close as he deepens the kiss. His teeth biting your bottom lip to get you to gasp, you know the trick and fall for it as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom
N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references
Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc
Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"
As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.
Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.
A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did
He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over
He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.
He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice
He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva
The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while
He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"
Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying
He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though
That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that
He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.
It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"
He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.
He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.
So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed
You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination
Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"
Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is
He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter
He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer
He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often
You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in
You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece
He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"
Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"
He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!
He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"
Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!
You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero
Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"
She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days
She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"
Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"
She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry
She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.
If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"
You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"
Everything is so quiet nothing made a sound except for pen gliding across the paper as the writer itself kept writing in a slow manner. Stopping then continuing, keeping the loop open as the singular candle that is the only sole light source blinking and almost taken out. You would stare at the candle as you stopped your pen, sighing as you stand up and grabbed the match that sat on top of you drawer, as you light the candle, the door creeked open as you turn your head towards the source of the sound. There stand your partner, white hair and that long red coat draped over his shoulder as he walked to you. "Beloved... It's late you should sleep. " he voiced with a sigh as he carress the eyebags under your eyes as a murmur was heard from you. "Later... I still have some more stuff to do.. " "no no, you sleep. It's 2 in the night... It'll be terrible for your health if you continue this.. " he intrude as Frederick would put his coat over your shoulder, closing in the distance as his hand brushed against your own warning a slight twitch of surprise. "Join me for a bit.. " his tone carried worriness as he tried to perswayed you to sleep or to rest. No matter what he was quite stern when it comes to sleeping.
He was always like this after he gotten to know you and before this relationship was established between you both, you have to admit it's quite charming for him to care about your sleep cycle. A humming of a lullaby would be heard as the composer sang, urging you to sleep, you try to fight the urge to fall asleep right then and there but his voice always make you weak for him. You eyes started to grow heavy as you vision slowly blurred out, only the sound of a muffled lullaby as you soon slumberred off in his hold.
He smiled at your sleeping form with a grunt he pick you up and put you down on a comfortable bed. The one where he shared with you many times on nights like this, he lay you down on the coldest side as he kissed your forehead good night.
"Good night, my beloved. "
With that the candle that you once lit, unlit it self from the wind.
Valentine's Day gift fic for a friend <3 and ty to my other for helping me edit this lol
Rated: Explicit | Warnings: none it's romantic
Translations:
Mon bonheur - My happiness
Tu me rends tellement heureuse – You make me so happy.
They call him your pet composer.
A young man tossed away by his family, the esteemed Kreiburg family, and had to make a living playing music for wealthy older women… An escort.
You are his patron, a young woman who is seen as a troublemaker for following the rules of society. A woman who refuses to be tied by force to a man who does not appreciate you. You want to marry for love, you do not want what your parents had, you will follow your heart.
And your heart is on the composer.
It took time, and friendship before romance, courtship but no marriage as you are still frightened of it. Instead, it is a union, a promise between you and him to love one another and keep following this path of romance and companionship.
When the day of roses arrives, Valentine's Day, it is your composer who makes the first move to go the natural next step between couples.
“Frederick, you honestly don't have to—” Gloved finger on your lips as he removes the other glove with his teeth, those sky blue eyes are dark like dusk greets the evening sky, his gaze does not once shift. Oh, but you do, not even last ten seconds before you are looking anywhere but at him. Your legs fall open as he places himself between them, his body laying on top of you, his bare hand touching your warm face. His lips are on your cheek before kissing their way to your lips, your eyes closing as he is half shut. He wants to see your expression as he shows you how to kiss.
He is slow, lips on lips, his tongue licking up the bottom lip to signal you to open your mouth, you open it and he shows you what it is like to taste each other. You pull away making a face when you taste wine and the sensation of tongue-on-tongue is odd, Frederick's laugh is sweet like a choir at Sunday church, you can't help but stare at him in awe.
“Do you want to try again?” Thumb rubbing your cheek, “I am going to touch your chest as we kiss.”
“Okay.” You prepared for yourself for this the moment you rid yourself of your outside clothes but your underlings remain, his request. Any other request too is having your wrists tied up by his ascot and laid above your head, like in those romance novels. “What if I don't like it?”
“Then we stop,” His eyes searching your face, “We can stop at any point, mon bonheur.” Your heart feels at ease as his forehead touches yours, noses lightly rubbing against each other causing a sweet smile on your face at the action.
“Keep going.” Taking a deep breath in and out.
The composer kisses you again, not as slow or fast, you cannot contain your moan when he touches your breast. Your back arching forward towards the touch, you try to focus on him but you get lost in what he is doing. From lips to your neck, your head falls back onto the pillows as Frederick trails kisses down the column of your throat, your chemise shifts as his hand goes under and you gasp when his fingers touch your stiff nipple.
You can't help but moan, legs locking around his waist to pull him impossibly closer, Frederick careful not to push too much without checking.
“Can you…” You already sound out of breath, “Do more?”
“I can.” Frederick smiles mischievously when he pinches your nipple hard enough you gasp, “But mon bonheur has forgotten her manners.”
“Please, can you do more?”
“Of course, but you must release me for me to continue.”
You drop your legs back to his sides allowing him to sit up; you get the full show of him taking off each layer of his top; soon you see the light red lines on his skin. You stare, then whine when you try to touch him.
“Consequences of your ideas, dear.” Teasing you when you pout while he is barely out of his dress shirt. It is so mean how beautiful he is undressing before you until only his underlings shorts and socks with the garters are left.
“I wanted to experience everything!”
“You will, but be patient.”
He only unties you because of the chemise needed to be taken off, and well, he does enjoy how you explore him as he is a sacred piece, treasured and loved. You kiss him again, this time you are eager to taste him and that wine he likes, his hands taking off the rest of your underlings until you are naked and seeking his warmth.
“Will it hurt?” Asking as his attention goes back to breasts, you watch him indulge before he answers.
“I will make sure there won't be as much pain. But there likely won't be any given I know what to do.”
“... You don’t have to do this. I love you and you love me, that is enough for me. And kissing, we can keep doing that.”
“Mon bonheur, this is something I want to do. I only want to warm your bed, to inside of you, for my kisses to be upon solely your lips now and for as long as you will have me.”
Oh, your heart flutters and your cheek burns hotter than the sun, you brush his loose hair out of his face, “I love you, Frederick Kreiburg.” Caressing his cheek.
He smiles as he turns his head to place a kiss on your palm, you sigh as he moves to kiss his way down your stomach to navel.
You grip the sheets as he kisses your inner thighs, touching and worshipping you everywhere but where you feel your wetness dripping from. The novels you have read, the ones the ladies at tea whisper about with giggles following, often use flowery words or speak of passion like fireworks that burn bright before dying into the night/darkness. But the passion does not fade, it keeps burning akin to a raging flame and it consumes your body, the only relief yet fuel to these flames of lust is him.
The composer is gentle and considerate as he takes his time to have you experience his skills, the fingers of a pianist, of a man who touched many to live and continue his passion; you will be the last and only woman he will ever touch for the rest of his days on this Earth.
“Frederick!” You call out his name and he reaches up and takes your hand, you hold onto it for dear life as he brings you to the pinnacle of bliss. Going through it, you suddenly have a revelation dawning on you: you can understand why some of the noble ladies at tea seek out the men of the night for pleasure. It did feel like death, it edges around it like a dance on the cliff of the unknown, the darkness ready to claim yet his kiss brings you back to the living. The waltz of lust leaves you helpless yet buzzing with happiness!
Maybe it is because you are delirious from your orgasmic high but when Frederick moved back to hovering above you, the light in the room made him glow. It was like he was an angel made just for you, your hands taking hold of his face, those grey eyes like grey clouds before the rain, the marks on his skin a canvas that merges two halves into one perfect human.
“(Name),” Wiping a tear from your face, “Shall I stop—”
“You are breathtaking.” You say immediately without thinking, “A piece of the starry heavens for me.”
Frederick turns his head away as his cheek becomes bright pink, you laugh as you kiss his cheek, “You are something else.” Mumbling those words, “Mon bonheur.” As he turns his head back to you, lips on yours as your legs wrap around his waist.
There are plenty of stories about soulmates, about Eros' arrow, and even stories about the strings of fate connecting people; you understand why. There was no pain, only a fullness you never felt before, and the weight of his body on top of yours that kept you grounded in his presence.
You told him about the fireworks used during celebrations like Independence Day in the United States or the Lunar New Year, this moment is like that.
Dazzling, loud with both your choirs, and you wish it could last forever.
It is wonderful! Wonderful because he is the one, the only one, to have you like this. Wonderful because you will be his only one, too, he loves you so much to bare his very soul to you.
“(Name),” You never heard your name sound as precious or as sacred as bible scripture; his eyes reflecting the sight of you under him at your most vulnerable and free, “Je t'aime aussi.” Wiping the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. “Tu me rends tellement heureuse.”
Frederick Kreiburg and Lady (Full Name). He is the missing star of your sky in the night, and you are the missing note of his grandest piece.
꒰ ALIAS ⨾ the cursed ⋆ the scarlet sanguinist ⋆ the glitch ⋆ the scarlet thorn ⋆ the scarlet sentinel ⋆ the disappointment ⋆ the copycat ⋆ traitor ⋆ supernatural lynche. ⢷
⧼ . ⁺ 🍒៹ who are they ? ✭ ⧽
a flick of the wrist, the splatter of blood.
is he writing his compositions or casting another ritual?
rishen herrera, otherwise known as the scarlet sanguinist. a blank and blunt individual. often found silent and staring with those beady scarlet eyes of his. a cultist known for his callous ways and the monotone expression.
while his hands know many melodies and vast horrors, he is also what one would call a tracker. mercilessly hunting down supernaturals. is it a desire to do so? absolutely not. does he have a choice? no.
in his personal time he serves the primordial rhytaari himself — yet something else brews beneath the surface. a slew of unidentified rituals and vast measures taken; eggs broken and heads stepped. but for what?
what does it even matter? it’s not as though he is even himself half of the time. an ever-shifting face of versions of himself across the multiverse. despised for it. he doesn't consider himself a real rishen but a failure.
☆ he plays the violin when he isn't being an emo. ° 𖥻 ֙⋆
