#regal x reader

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concept, male reader who is a knight for the noble Lord regal and in a secret relationship with him

Which one of you beautiful people put this in my Inbox? I - FUCKING - LOVE - THIS - CONCEPT! Originally, I was only going to write a tiny blurb, but it accidentally turned into 1000+ words and it’s the only thing that I’ve been working on for the past 4 days. Oops. 

(A huge thanks to @cosmic--marmalade for helping me with the historical side of things. SMOOCHES.) 

Nobel Lord Regal X Male Knight Reader WARNINGS - Secret Relationship. NSFW. Spicy times. Yearning. 

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“Keep your arms raised!” 

The instruction fell upon deaf ears, a wooden pole collided with the side of the younger knight’s helmet and sent them crumbling to the ground. Damn it. You withhold a frustrated groan as you watch your student stagger to their feet and dust themselves off. Months of intense training under the supervision of the greatest warriors throughout the lands had seemingly done nothing to improve their skills. They were still fumbling over the smallest task. If allowed anywhere near a battle-field, they would surely be the first casualty. But you refused to give up. 

You were too consumed in observing your students to notice the man approaching you until he stood beside you. The Most Esteemed Lord William Regal. Out of reflex, you dip your head in a small bow that is quickly waved off so you stand tall and feign interest in your students again. It was a challenge to focus on anything other than His Lordship. To not gaze at him and trace the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes or count the faint freckles that became prominent during the Summer. With hands clasped behind his back, Lord Regal looked out onto the training grounds. 

“Are the lambs finding their place among the flock?”

“They are… coming along, My Lord.”

A knight himself that had long since retired from combat, he ensured that anyone trained on his grounds were safe and prepared for their duties. As if planned by fate, both of you watched the youngest knight stumble over their own feet and fail to catch themselves before hitting ground. Again. You buried your face in your hands, out of embarrassment and frustration at your student’s clear incompetence. Perhaps they were not destined to be a knight. His Lordship chuckled under his breath and fondly patted your shoulder, lightly squeezing before letting his hand drop away. There was affection behind the touch that was only obvious to you. 

“Not all flowers bloom at the same time.”

The sincerity in His Lordship’s voice made it impossible for you to argue against his belief. It was the same tone of voice that he used when whispering sweet nothings to you in the middle of the night. Warm and soft. Like an age-worn blanket chasing the chill from your bones.

Your romance began a scarce few months ago. During a storm, you were unable to sleep so you snuck to the kitchen in search of something to eat. His Lordship had done the same and the pair of you shared slices of bread dipped in honey. It’s difficult to recall who initiated it, but soon, you were falling to your knees for him. Things naturally blossomed from there. Lingering touches under the guise of correcting postures. Fleeting kisses stolen in secluded stairwells. Secret glances during tournament events. You cherished all of it. 

Before you could continue the conversation, one of the students called your name and motioned for you to join them. No rest for the weary. The weight of his Lordship’s gaze rested on your back as you walked away and followed your every step. It was strangely intimidating, knowing that you’re being watched and scrutinised by an accomplished warrior like Lord Regal.  

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It was no surprise when a soft knock came at your door later that evening. You had patiently waited, long after the other residents of the Keep had retired to their own beds, to hear the light tapping. After brushing the imaginary creases from your tunic front, you opened the door and butterflies stirred behind your ribs. 

“May I come in?” 

Ever the gentleman, His Lordship made it a habit to ask permission before entering your quarters. There was no need for him to do it. It would be within his right as the Lord of the Manor to go where he pleased and that included anybody’s room. As soon as the door closed, you were pressed against it and your mouth was caught in a firm kiss. It stole your breath. Fireflies dance along the far edges of your mind as you drape your arms over His Lordship’s shoulders. No. Here, with you, he was no longer ‘His Lordship.’ He was simply ‘William.’ 

Honey. Cherry Wine. Dark Chocolate. 

That’s what you’ve determined William’s mouth tastes like. Sweet and rich. Every kiss leaves your lips tingling and darkens the blush stretched across your cheeks. It was addictive. You wished that you could indulge yourself and spend hours memorising every inch of William. From the prominent scar above his top lip to the pale skin of the very insides of his thighs. 

If you were more coherent, you might’ve been ashamed of the pathetic whine that slips from your mouth when William leans away from you. His hands cradle your face as his thumbs smoothed over your warm cheeks. You were tall and broad in the shoulders, chest toned from diligent training. And yet, you felt small - fragile - in William’s embrace. 

“There you are, My Love.” 

“I missed you…”

The confession is small, muttered between heartbeats, but you truly meant it. Every moment that you weren’t at William’s side felt like an eternity in Purgatory. This wasn’t a simple tryst in search of quick pleasure. Your feelings for each other ran deep with its roots wrapping tightly around your heart. Determined and unyielding. You barely separate whilst moving to the bed, William lays on his back and you hurry to straddle him.

Despite being a man older than yourself, it didn’t show in the way that William held you. There was still an undeniable strength in his hands as he grabbed at your waist and grinds his hips against your backside. Another small noise falls from your mouth before you could stop it. No matter how deep into the pleasure you sank, you couldn’t entirely forget to remain quiet and muffle any sounds that might alert others.

Perhaps in another lifetime, you’ll be able to love each other freely and you’ll proudly promise the rest of your days to William.

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[kayfabebabe]

We need a fic with regal x male reader , like boyfriends

Which one of you brilliant people sent me this request? I’d like to give you a kiss (or a pat on the shoulder) because I’ve been trying to find any excuse to write Regal with a boyfriend for the longest time. The most sincere apologies to Anon for taking so long in answering - I hope you enjoy it! <3 

William Regal X Male Reader  WARNING - Fluff. Just cute stuff. Lizards (because it’s Regal) 

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Everything was slow in coming back into focus. The edges of your consciousness were still blurred from sleep. Even with your eyes closed, you were somewhat aware of the world surrounding you. From the sheets bunched at the foot of the bed to the warm Floridian breeze brushing over your bare back. You made no attempt to move or force yourself to wake any quicker. 

Vacations were designed to be slow and lazy. And, albeit relatively short, you were going to make the most of this vacation. Normally, you would drag your exhausted self out from underneath your boyfriend into the shower before shuffling off in search of coffee. It certainly wasn’t paradise, but the comfort of William’s arms around you made them bearable. 

Speaking of… 

You couldn’t help noticing the lack of William’s presence beside you in bed. No arms were cradling you to a broader chest and no light kisses were being peppered to the nape of your neck. With a low groan, you cracked open your eyes to confirm that the other side of the bed was empty. Where was he? Neither of you were enthusiastic people in the morning and you’d much rather bury yourselves beneath the covers than venture into the world before absolutely necessary. A glance towards the open balcony doors answered your question. 

From your vantage point on the bed, you could clearly see William - still dressed in his sleep clothes - crouching low to the ground. Everything clicked into place when, only a few feet from your boyfriend, a lizard appeared on the railing. It was a muddy green colour with a tail long enough to curl loosely around the wooden bannister for balance. As slowly as possible, William held up a single grape whilst keeping his face turned slightly and only watching the creature out of the corner of his eye. It approached the offered gift tentatively before snatching it and darting into the nearest tree.

Finally, you rolled out of bed and joined your boyfriend on the balcony. It was still too early for you to be fully-awake yet. Maybe you could tempt him back into bed for a little while. William settled himself in a deck chair before you made yourself comfortable in his lap; enjoying the fact that getting dressed wasn’t a high priority today and you were able to walk around in your boxers and nothing else.

“You’re looking rather rugged, Dear.” 

“It’s my vacation beard. No work means no shaving.” 

‘Beard’ was a slight overstatement for the day-old stubble that had already become annoyingly itchy. As if reading your mind, William lightly scratched the very corner of your jaw and you melted into the touch. One of your arms draped across his shoulders with a gentle hand carding through the hair on the back of William’s head. If there was such a thing as Heaven, you sincerely hoped that you’d find the comforting embrace of your old rogue there.

~ 

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SFW Relationship Alphabet - Regal X Male Reader - Letter G

Hallo and welcome to this AU alphabet.

I, initially, was going to post the completed alphabet together, but the answers become too long for my liking so I’m going to be breaking it up into separate posts. This is centred around the relationship between William Regal and his boyfriend (Reader) that I first posted about HERE in an Ask from some wonderful Anonymous person.

This is Letter G for Gentle  (How gentle are they? When are they gentle with each other?)

WARNING - None. Just fluff and cuteness.  Word count - 650 

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For a cold-hearted Villain, William can be a rather kind soul. It was, understandably, difficult for him in the beginning of your relationship to let down the walls around his heart. He fundamentally understood that not every problem could be fixed with a dark scowl and a scathing tongue. Some situations required tenderness. With time and a great deal of patience, being gentle becomes almost second nature for William. 

This new-found skill is perfectly demonstrated when you’re preparing to face Tyson Kidd for the first time. 

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“Flower?” 

No response. Your gaze remained fixed upon the computer screen, refusing to acknowledge William’s obvious presence in the doorway. Cast in such a harsh light, it was impossible for the taller man not to notice the dark circles beneath your eyes or the stubble lining your jaw. You were visibly exhausted, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. It has been close to a week since your match against Tyson Kidd was announced and, for all of that time, you've been locked away in William’s office. Studying any clips of Tyson in the ring that were available. Nothing could break your focus from it. 

Tyson was forged in the Hart Dungeon. He was broken down, again and again, then rebuilt into a phenomenal wrestler. One with more in-ring knowledge and experience than any other competitor that you’ve faced before. The pressure to win had sent you into a panicked tailspin that made you forget to eat regular meals and sleep for more than a couple of hours. Seeing you in such a state worried William. 

Despite your own deep-seated doubts, William had true belief in you. It never wavered. Throughout the years, he had the honour of standing across the ring from some of the best in the industry. Legends who shall always be remembered for their wrestling skills. In William’s mind, you could easily find yourself among them when your career came to an end. Was his opinion biassed? Possibly, but anyone could see the immense talent that you possessed. 

An argument sat heavily on the tip of your tongue when William crossed the room and switched off the computer monitor. How long had he been there? Every part of you - neck, shoulders, back - aches from sitting in the chair for too long without taking a break. The sandwich that William made for you at lunchtime sat, untouched, where he placed it beside the keyboard.  

“The night grows old, Dear, and you need sleep.”

There was no question behind William’s statement. A gentle order laced with love that you couldn’t deny, so you willingly followed your boyfriend from the office to your bedroom and proceeded to get changed into sleep clothes. With every second that passed, it became harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Perhaps William was right about you needing to sleep. 

As you crawled beneath the covers, however, your thoughts began to spiral about the upcoming match. The quiet welcomed the doubts. What if you didn’t win? One loss doesn’t mean that your entire wrestling career was doomed, but… It felt as if that was the case. Familiar fingertips brushing over your side silenced the worries in your mind and, for the first time in too long, you could breathe. You pressed yourself closer to William’s side, head resting comfortably on his shoulder and arm draped across his stomach. 

“You shine far brighter than you realise, Sunshine.”

Your eyes fluttered close as William pressed a kiss to the top of your head with his fingers lightly tracing shapes over your ribs. The words wrap themselves around you like a thick blanket on a winter’s night, warm and comforting. You wanted to bury yourself in the feeling and avoid the panic that was sure to hit you in the morning. For now, in the safety of William’s gentle embrace, your stubbornness surrendered and you relaxed into your boyfriend. 

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Allow Me

ONE SHOT - A stubborn William allows you to give him a back massage to help him “relax.” - William Regal X Female Reader. Fluff. A lot of fluff. ECW Era Regal. No major warnings. 

This was born from talking to @regalityandcoffee and us screaming ideas at each other. The quote is from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. There’s no real reason behind it other than to enjoy. So... Enjoy! 

(Ps. If you want to yell ideas with me or just yell in general, my Asks are always open. Also, apologies if there are any mistakes, I pulled an all-nighter to get it finished <3 ) 

“William, please…” 

It wasn’t often that you requested anything from William. He was attentive, cared deeply for your every need and he’d happily move Heaven and Earth for you. However, for some unspoken reason, this was proving to be a difficult ask of him. All you wanted was to give William a massage. A simple massage. Something that anyone else would accept in a heartbeat, but the confusion in his eyes was clear. As if you had spoken to him in an unknown language. 

“And what am I supposed to do during this, Dear?” 

Any other day, unbuttoning William’s waistcoat and shirt would be accompanied by distracting kisses. Not today. There’ll be plenty of other times for the pair of you to become lost in each other. Right now, you need to stay on task. You kept yourself focused on undressing him from the waist up before motioning towards the bed. William half-expected some dreadful whale sounds, disguising themselves as music, to echo through the bedroom. That’s what normally happens during massages, right?

You left it quiet whilst William got comfortable; laying on his stomach with his arms tucked beneath a pillow and his cheek resting on top of them. The room remained still for a second then William felt - rather than saw - you straddle the small of his back. Your weight was enough to be grounding without being uncomfortable. 

“Just relax.” 

Relax? William wanted to laugh at the concept. It sounded easy when said in your sweet voice. In practice, there was nothing easy about it. William could hardly remember the last time that he permitted himself to simply be. There was no time for relaxation. Work demanded much of his time, leaving very little space for any sort of a personal life. He was lucky that you were so understanding when it came to the long hours and the amount of travelling expected of him. 

The first brush of your fingertips on his shoulder startles William from his wandering thoughts. It was soft whilst having enough pressure behind it to be felt. With the next touch, he followed the path of your fingers as they ran upwards between his shoulder-blades then back down to the middle of his spine. There was something calming about the steady movement and William found himself sinking further into the mattress. It was similar to watching the rhythm of waves; rolling lazily onto shore before pulling back then rolling onto the sand again. Maybe this is why people watched the ocean in times of great stress to calm themselves. By the third pass of your hands along the faint lines of muscle, William’s eyes had fallen shut. 

His body wasn’t used to this. Being cared for. It only understood violence and the bloodlust of uncaring men. You were the only one who treated William with any sort of tenderness. And, oh... How he adored it! William relished the warmth of affection behind your every touch, no matter how fleeting. Every time you reached for him, it was a sign of love instead of the unbridled hatred that he had grown accustomed to. He would never admit to anyone, even you, how he felt himself crave the innocence of intimacy just as much as the passion of sex. 

Time became irrelevant as you slowly worked your way down the length of William’s back. Your technique was thorough and steady with no pauses. Aside from the occasional brush of your lips to his warm skin after working to loosen a particularly deep knot. William had long since lost focus on the world around him and drifted into a gentle doze so you happily continued under your own volition. 

It was almost bittersweet when the massage came to an end and you carefully moved to lay beside William for a moment. He didn’t stir. In his sleep, the lines at the corners of his eyes faded and he more closely resembled his younger self. William had been considered handsome in those days. Now, he was distinguished. You couldn’t resist reaching up to comb your fingers through his greying hair with a ready apology when William began to wake. He turned his head enough to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist then another to the palm of your hand. 

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love – I have found you.” 

“Charmer...” 

[kayfabebabe]

Backstage

This is, mainly, for @regalityandcoffee - This scene was born from her AMAZING idea about Regal being a part of the mafia and falling in love with a lounge/hotel/bar singer. It became way too long to put into a normal Ask or a message so it’s here instead! 

(I don’t think there are any warnings. The singer is female in this and I refer to her as You. Also, Regal’s line about true love is from A Midsummer Night’s Dream because, well, it’s Regal.) 

Ps. Apologies if there are any mistakes or something doesn’t make sense, it was written at 5am. <3 

“You were exquisite tonight, Darling.” 

Familiar rough hands slip around your waist, accompanying the softer voice in your ear. An unsuccessful attempt to distract you from the task of refreshing the dark paint on your lips. The night was hardly over. No time for being swept up in wandering hands and whispered promises of pleasure. An ageing audience demanded to be soothed with music unless you wished to suffer the painful consequences of enraged patrons. Your gentleman companion - your dear William - knew this better than most. The vertical scar above his top lip told the story of a man well-acquainted with violence. And yet, steady blue eyes still trailed down your reflection in the vanity mirror. 

Your gaze remains fixed on the curve of your own mouth, even at the gentle brush of his nose against your cheek. Out of habit, you lean against William’s solid chest behind you without breaking your concentration, moving from the lipstick to pat powder to your forehead. He held you perfectly still as he turned his attention to pressing kisses to the side of your bare neck. They begin chaste. Innocent affection that sends a pleasant warmth to the pit of your stomach. God, to be adored by this man. It threatened to steal the breath from your lungs and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at all as long as he was near. The first light scrape of his teeth against your skin draws a small noise from the back of your throat. 

“William, you’ll leave marks.” 

“Let there be marks.” 

There are few in the world who could refuse the request of William Regal and still wake the next morning. You had the great honour of being one of those privileged few. It, however, didn’t stop your head from falling back onto his shoulder to further expose your neck and silently plead for his mouth on your pulse. Your willingness to give yourself over to William appeases his innate desire for you that grew more and more intense over the past week. A moment passes with your eyes closing and your lover watching the mirrored pair. He watches intently whilst your twin reaches a hand up to hold onto the back of his copy’s head and runs her fingers through his short hair. The air isn’t given the chance to grow thick with tension before it’s broken by a loud knock on the door. 

“5 minutes!” 

“The course of true love never did run smooth.” 

Truer words could not have been used to describe your love affair. At every turn, it seemed that fate longed to destroy the pair of you. You hoped that fortune would smile down upon you soon and permit you to live free in love with William. Until then, you had to obediently abide by the rules laid out by people who did not care for either of you. A second longer in his loving embrace wouldn’t bring civilisation to shambles, would it? You can only afford one second before you have to part ways for another week without another word uttered. 

Through the haze of cigar smoke and spotlights, you could see a multitude of nameless people at varying degrees of interest towards your presence on stage. Some didn’t notice you at all while others occasionally glanced in your direction if they recognised the song. Only one watched your entire performance from a table tucked safely in the corner. A glass of whiskey is ordered and placed in front of him, but never touched. 

[kayfabebabe]

Welcome Home

After being on the road for a little too long, Male Reader comes home to William. The Human was having some big sad feelings when writing this so I’m not entirely sure what it turned into. Enjoy? 

William Regal X Male Reader  WARNING - None. Just some fluffy fluff. A shade of angst. 

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As carefully as possible, you slipped into bed beside William. He didn’t stir. Hands folded neatly on his stomach and head tipped back into the pillow. The faint lines at the corner of his eyes softened when he slept, giving the illusion that he was a younger man again. One that hadn’t lived through the hardships of life or carried any battle scars yet. You took a great amount of care in settling on your side of the bed so as not to jostle your boyfriend awake. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion from travelling to catch up with you. You adored touring. You truly did and relished being able to wrestle in so many different places, but you treasured the peace of home. 

Waking up in familiar sheets in the embrace of even more familiar arms. Spending an entire morning in nothing, but your boxers. Ordering takeout from that one restaurant down the street that never gets your order right. 

A gentle touch to your hip startles you awake, but the panic was quickly soothed by William’s warm expression. Here, at home, he wasn’t the Villain that everyone knows him as. He was simply William; hair out of place and wearing a faded band t-shirt. Unashamedly himself. With no encouragement needed, you shifted closer with your head finding the perfect spot on William’s shoulder and your arm draped across his chest. This... This is what you needed.

“You’re home rather early...” 

“Took a Red-Eye at the last minute.”

William didn’t need to know that you headed directly to the airport as soon as your match was finished. He, also, didn’t need to know how you’ve been counting the days until you could come home. Maybe it was too much time spent on the road, but you felt like you’ve been dragging yourself through each match. Forcing yourself to bounce with each step and strain an insincere smile whenever you caught anyone’s eye. It was exhausting. The colours of life had been muted until you stepped inside your shared home with William. Then, and only then, did the vibrancy of the world return. Everything here was perfect, down to the faint scent of William’s cologne and laundry detergent that clung to the sheets.

“You couldn’t have missed me that much, Petal.” 

There was soft amusement in your boyfriend’s voice as he ran his fingers through your hair then down the length of your back. You didn’t say anything. The truth was that you had missed William more than you’d ever admit. If he had accompanied you on tour then he would’ve noticed the shift in your mood and attempted to make things brighter again. You tried to move closer, burying your nose into the crook of William’s neck whilst sinking into his comforting presence.

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Anon, thank you so much for the Ask <3

For a little context, this comes from a WIP about Vampire William Regal and his human boyfriend. I've been itching to write something involving Vampires for a long time. This is the first very rough draft of an idea. 

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“Have you ever turned someone?” 

William doesn’t immediately answer. Regret for the decisions made by a naive boy stealing his voice. It was a different time. If you wanted to survive then you’d do anything, no matter your personal feelings about it. His eyes flicker down to quietly watch the small movement of his thumb brushing over your thigh. He’s stalling. 

“Ashamedly, I have. None of them were allowed a choice in the matter.” 

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SFW Relationship Alphabet - Regal X Male Reader - Letter E

Hallo and welcome to this AU alphabet.

I, initially, was going to post the completed alphabet together, but the answers become too long for my liking so I’m going to be breaking it up into separate posts. This is centred around the relationship between William Regal and his boyfriend (Reader) that I first posted about HERE in an Ask from some wonderful Anonymous person. 

This is Letter E for Ending (If they had to break up, how and why would it happen?)

WARNING - Angst. Just hurt. (Emotional hurt)  Word Count: 532 

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The end of your relationship with William doesn’t come from a lack of love for each other. In fact, it ends because you love him. You’re tired of acting like your relationship is something shameful; taking every precaution to ensure nobody would suspect anything was happening between you and stealing moments. It’s been years! All you wanted was to be proudly in love. William knew this and, yet, he couldn’t open up. Too much hiding his true self in order to survive younger days had taken its toll on him. 

“I want to love you like everyone else gets to.” “I know, Love.”

“The world has changed and people are more accepting.” “I know…” 

Your breaking point comes out of nowhere. One of the backstage crew announces their engagement to a flood of well-wishes and happiness from everybody, including yourself. As they retell the story about their own proposal, you couldn’t help imagining how you’d propose to William. Would it be an extravagant plan? Rose petals scattered over the floor and soft music playing in the background. Maybe you could… Oh. The realisation left you breathless, heart aching and crumbling inside your chest. You’d never get to propose to William. There’d be no complicated plans to ensure that it remained a surprise to him, then announcing your engagement to everyone’s joy and congratulations. You couldn’t have that with William. Not because of out-dated laws, but because your boyfriend couldn’t stop his out-dated worrying. 

When William arrived at the hotel room that night, he found you sitting in the middle of the bed, quiet and closed off. He approached and sat close to you with a tentativeness that only made it hurt more. Nobody said a word. Nothing moved. 

“I want to marry you…” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at William as a hard lump already sat in the back of your throat. Eyes fixed on your fingers, twisting and untwisting a random rubber band. If you dared a glance at the taller man beside you, the dam would surely burst and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from crying. 

“I want to be married to you.” 

Both of you could hear the silent ‘but’ at the end of that statement. It doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re not proposing to William. There’s no ring, no rose petals, no soft music. Instead, there was only the scratch of hotel sheets and a low hum from the air conditioning unit. 

“I want a full and happy life with you because… I-I love you.” 

But. 

“I want people to know that I love you. I want them to know that I’m yours and you’re mine. I want you to be proud of us…”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw William’s shoulders sink and his hands fidget with the button on his blazer. You’ve had this conversation before. It never ended with William promising that he was going to change his way of thinking and allow the world to see you. Together. Unlike every other time that you’ve brought it up, this was the final straw for you. 

You needed William to love you entirely or not at all.

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