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herstoryheaven · 11 months ago

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Descendants James Hook x Reader: The Kiss That Set Us Free

Request: Hiiii! Can I maybe request a James Hook X female reader where some princess gives James a love potion? Reader has to save the day with true loves kiss ofc (definitely not stealing the plot of descendants 2)

Reader: Female

Word count: 3168

Average reading time: 11 min 30 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Merlin Academy was a place where the children of royals and villains alike attended, a melting point of clashing destinies and unbreakable friendships. Among its students was Y/N, a poor girl who had earned her place through a scholarship. Though she had no fancy title, she carried herself with a quiet strength that intrigued many, including James Hook.

James Hook was known for his mysterious charm and flirtatious nature. He had taken a particular interest in Y/N, often observing her and finding excuses to be near her. Despite her initial confusion as to why someone like James would pay her any attention, Y/N couldn't deny the flutter in her heart whenever he was around.

Just like today, Y/N took place under a large oak tree, absorbed in her studies. She was so focused on her book that she didn't notice James approaching until his shadow fell over her pages.

"Fancy finding you here, lass." James said, a playful hint in his voice.

Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his familiar smirk. "James! You startled me."

"Apologies." he said, though the twinkle in his eye suggested he wasn't entirely sincere. "What are you studying so intensely?"

"Just some history." Y/N replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "We have a test coming up."

James leaned against the tree, his gaze never leaving her face. "Always so dedicated. It's one of the things I admire about you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "I just... want to do well. Prove that I belong here."

James tilted his head, his expression softening. "You more than belong here, lass. You're one of the brightest students at Merlin Academy. Don't let anyone make you think otherwise."

She looked down, fiddling with the edge of her book. "It's just... sometimes it feels like I don't fit in. Everyone here has a legacy, a name. I'm just... Y/N."

James crouched down beside her, his fingers gently lifting her chin so she would meet his gaze. "You're not 'just' anything, darling. You're remarkable. Titles and legacies are overrated, anyway."

Y/N's breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes. "You really think so?"

"I know so." James said firmly. "And if anyone gives you trouble, they'll have to answer to me."

She couldn't help but smile at his protectiveness. "You don't have to do that, James. I can take care of myself."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I have no doubt about that. But I like taking care of you."

Y/N's blush deepened, and she looked away, trying to compose herself. "Why are you so nice to me?"

James's expression grew serious. "Because you deserve it. And because, Y/n, you intrigue me. You're not afraid of me, or my reputation. You see me beyond the hook."

"I don't understand why you'd pay attention to someone like me." Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

James moved closer, his fingers brushing against hers. "Maybe it's because I see something in you that you don't see in yourself. Maybe it's because you're different from anyone else here. Or maybe, lass, it's because I can't help but be drawn to you."

Her heart raced as she met his gaze again, the sincerity in his eyes making her feel both vulnerable and cherished. "James, I..."

Before she could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Just know, darling, that you have my attention. Always."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart fluttering wildly. She had never felt this way before, and it both excited and terrified her. But as she looked into James's eyes, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn't need to understand why he paid attention to her. Maybe it was enough to know that he did.

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Over the next few weeks, James continued to find reasons to be near Y/N, their interactions filled with teasing banter and stolen glances. Despite her initial confusion and insecurities, Y/N found herself growing more comfortable around him, her feelings for him deepening with each passing day.

As Y/N was in the library, her nose buried in yet another book, this time about magical creatures. James sauntered in, his eyes immediately finding her at a corner table. With a mischievous grin, he approached her quietly, leaning over her shoulder.

"Finding anything interesting, lass?" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N jumped, her heart racing. "James! You promised to stop scaring me."

He chuckled, pulling out a chair and sitting beside her. "Stop scaring you, but darling that’s my specialty. And I simply can't resist seeing that cute little jump of yours."

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her blush. "What do you want, James?"

"Just checking on my favorite student." he said, resting his chin on his hand as he gazed at her. "What are you reading?"

"It's about magical creatures." she replied, closing the book slightly to show him the cover. "I have an assignment on them."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "Fascinating. Which one's your favorite so far?"

She glanced at him, her pulse quickening at their proximity. "I like the phoenix. It's a symbol of rebirth and resilience."

"Like you." he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "Me?"

James nodded. "You're strong, Y/n. Stronger than you realize. And you're constantly rising above everything thrown your way."

She looked down, biting her lip to hide her smile. "Thank you, James. That means a lot coming from you."

He reached out, gently lifting her chin so she would meet his gaze again. "I mean every word."

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Another day, Y/N was walking to class when she felt a hand slip into hers. She turned to see James, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

"Thought I'd escort you to class." he said casually.

"You don't have to do that." she replied, though she didn't pull her hand away.

"I want to." he insisted, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Besides, I enjoy your company."

As they walked, James began to whistle a familiar tune. Y/N laughed softly. "Is that 'A Pirate's Life for Me'?"

He grinned. "A classic, don't you think?"

She shook her head, amused. "Only you, James."

"Well, I am a pirate's son, after all," he said with a wink. "It runs in the blood."

They reached her classroom, and he reluctantly let go of her hand. "I'll see you later, darling."

"See you, James." she replied, her heart fluttering as she watched him walk away.

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One evening, Y/N was sitting by the enchanted lake, enjoying the peace and quiet when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see James approaching, carrying a small picnic basket.

"Mind some company?" he asked, settling down beside her without waiting for an answer.

"What's in the basket?" she inquired, curious.

"Thought we'd have a little picnic." he said, opening it to reveal an assortment of fruits, cheese, and pastries. "I figured you'd like it."

Her heart warmed at the thoughtfulness. "This is really sweet, James."

He shrugged, though she could see the pleased look in his eyes. "I aim to please."

They sat together, sharing the food and talking about their classes and dreams. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the lake, James turned to her, a serious look in his eyes.

"You know, lass, I enjoy these moments with you more than anything else at this academy."

Y/N felt her breath hitch. "Really?"

"Really." he said, his voice soft. "There's something about you, Y/N. You make everything... better."

She blushed, looking down at their entwined fingers. "You do the same for me, James."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Good to know, darling. Because I'm not planning on letting you go anytime soon."

Her heart soared at his words, the fluttering in her chest intensifying. Though she still didn't understand why James Hook would be interested in a poor scholarship student like her, she couldn't deny the happiness it brought her. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she belonged. And as long as James was by her side, she knew she could face anything that came her way.

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Sadly, that wonderful feeling for Y/N didn’t last very long as her suspicions were confirmed that James was, in fact, not interested in her at all. As today, the atmosphere at Merlin Academy was disrupted when princess Aurora approached Bridget for one of her famous pink flamingo cupcakes. Bridget, ever the sweetheart, happily obliged, unaware of Aurora's true intentions. Aurora had a love potion, and she discreetly applied it to the cupcake before offering it to James.

James was lounging near the fountain, chatting with some of his fellow students when Aurora walked over, a charming smile on her lips. "James, my love." she cooed, holding out the cupcake. "I thought you might like a treat."

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "What's the occasion, Aurora?"

"No occasion." Aurora replied, batting her eyelashes. "Just thought you'd enjoy it."

He hesitated for a moment before taking the cupcake, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Well, I never say no to sweets." he said with a grin, taking a bite. As he chewed, a strange, dazed look came over his face.

Y/N, who had been sitting nearby, noticed the interaction and felt a feeling of unease wash over her. She watched as James's usual playful banter with her ceased abruptly. He turned to Aurora, his eyes filled with an intense, almost unnatural adoration.

"Aurora." he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "You look... stunning today."

Aurora giggled, pleased with the immediate effect of the potion. "Thank you, James. You're so sweet."

Y/N's heart sank as she witnessed James showering Aurora with compliments and attention. It was as if she no longer existed in his world. The playful glances, the teasing comments, the stolen moments, they all vanished in an instant.

James walked over to where Y/N sat, but instead of his usual greeting, he barely acknowledged her. "Hey, Y/N." he said curtly, his eyes never leaving Aurora.

"Hi, James." Y/N replied softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "Are you okay?"

"Never better." he said, smiling dreamily at Aurora. "I just realized how incredible Aurora is."

Y/N's heart broke at his words. She tried to keep her composure, but the pain was evident in her eyes. "I see."

Aurora, noticing Y/N's discomfort, smirked triumphantly. "James, why don't we go for a walk? I'd love to spend more time with you."

"Of course." he said eagerly, offering his arm. "Anything for you, princess."

As they walked away together, Y/N felt a tear slip down her cheek. Bridget and Ella, who had been watching from a distance, quickly came over to comfort her.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Ella asked, concern etched on her face.

"No, I'm not." Y/N admitted, wiping away her tears. "I thought... I thought James liked me. But I guess I was wrong."

Bridget hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. We didn't know Aurora would do something like this."

"It's not your fault." Y/N said, her voice trembling. "I just have to accept that someone like James could never be interested in someone like me."

Ella shook her head fiercely. "That's not true, Y/N. You're amazing, and if James can't see that, then he's the one who's missing out."

"Yeah." Bridget agreed. "We'll figure this out. Maybe there's something more to this."

Y/N nodded, though her heart still ached. She couldn't deny the happiness James had brought her, but now, seeing him with Aurora, she felt like an outsider once more. Just like back then Y/n questioned her place at Merlin Academy.

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Noticing Y/N's sudden withdrawal, Bridget and Ella grew increasingly concerned. They watched as she became quieter than ever, only showing up when absolutely necessary for classes. Her usual warmth and laughter were replaced with a haunting silence.

As Bridget and Ella found her sitting alone by the edge of the forest, staring blankly at the ground.

"Y/N, we need to talk." Bridget said softly, sitting down beside her.

Ella nodded, sitting on her other side. "You've been so distant lately. We're worried about you."

Y/N sighed, trying to hold back tears. "It's just... James. Seeing him with Aurora, it hurts more than I thought it would."

Bridget placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We know, Y/N. But there's something strange about all this. James wasn't acting like himself."

Ella leaned in, her eyes filled with determination. "We think Aurora did something to him. We have to find out what."

Meanwhile, Uliana, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent were observing James's strange behavior. They gathered in a secluded corner of the academy grounds to discuss their suspicions.

"Something's definitely off with James." Uliana said, her eyes narrowing. "He's not acting like himself at all."

Hades crossed his arms, his expression serious. "Aurora must have used a spell on him. It's the only explanation."

Morgie nodded in agreement. "We need to do something about this. James may be a flirt, but he wouldn't abandon us like this."

Maleficent, her eyes glinting with a hint of malice, spoke up. "There's one way to break a love spell. True love's kiss."

Uliana smirked, her gaze turning towards Y/N. "And I think we know just the person who can help."

The group of villains approached Y/N, Bridget, and Ella, their presence causing a tense silence to fall over the group.

"Y/N." Uliana began, her tone surprisingly gentle. "We believe James has been spelled by Aurora. We need your help to break it."

Y/N looked up, confusion and hope mingling in her eyes. "Me? How can I help?"

"True love's kiss." Morgie explained, a sly smile on his lips. "It’s the only way to break the spell."

Y/N's heart raced. "But... why me? Why would James love me?"

Maleficent stepped forward, her gaze piercing. "You’re underestimating yourself. James has always had a soft spot for you. If anyone can break this spell, it's you."

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing with doubt and fear. "But what if it doesn't work? What if he doesn't really love me?"

Hades sighed, his fiery hair flickering with frustration. "We won't know until you try. Do you want to save him or not?"

Bridget and Ella squeezed Y/N’s hands reassuringly. "You can do this, Y/N. We believe in you."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N nodded. "Alright. I’ll try it."

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As the night fell, Y/N approached James, with slight fear, her heart pounding in her chest. The intensity of his gaze, now directed only at Aurora, was disheartening. She braced herself, reaching up to cup his face, and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

To her shock, the spell broke instantly. James blinked, his eyes clearing as the enchantment faded. Bridget and Ella squealed in delight, while Uliana, Maleficent, Morgie, and Hades smirked knowingly.

James, now fully back to his senses, wasted no time. He pulled Y/N firmly against him, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He kissed her again, deeper and more passionately, as if to make up for lost time. When he pulled back, his eyes held nothing but sincerity.

"Be mine, darling." he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

Y/N's heart raced, her cheeks flushing at his intense gaze. "James... I..."

Before she could finish, Aurora's furious voice cut through the moment. "How could you choose her, a peasant, over me, a princess?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.

James didn't falter. Instead, he pulled Y/N even closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Stay still, love."

He then stood behind her, his arms securely around her waist, and pressed a kiss to her neck. Y/N shivered at the sensation, her body leaning back against him. James kept his eyes locked on Aurora, a challenging smirk playing on his lips.

"Tell me Aurora, why would I want a princess who spells me." he said, his voice low and dangerous, "when I have my own princess who would let the world burn for me?"

Aurora's face twisted with rage. "You fool! You don't know what you're throwing away!"

Before James could respond, Maleficent stepped forward, her aura radiating power and intimidation. "Watch your tongue, Aurora. Or I’ll put you to sleep for eternity." she threatened, her voice cold.

James's smirk widened as he felt Y/N relax slightly in his arms. "Aurora." he continued, his tone mocking, "A princess who uses spells to get what she wants is no match for a girl with a heart as pure and strong as Y/n's."

Aurora's eyes darted around, looking for support, but found none. The others stood firm, their expressions resolute. Even Hades, with his usual nonchalance, had a hint of protective fire in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold.

James turned his attention back to Y/N, his expression softening. "Lass, you're my princess, with or without a crown."

Y/N's heart swelled at his words, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. She looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "James, I... I don't have a title or riches. I'm just me."

James cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with adoration. "You don't need titles or riches to be special, Y/N. You're everything I want. And if it's a name you're worried about, how about becoming Y/N Hook? Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it? My pirate princess."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. "You mean that?"

"Every word." James replied, his voice unwavering. "I love you, Y/N. I want you by my side, always."

As they stood together, surrounded by their friends, Y/N realized that love and loyalty mattered far more than any crown ever could. She leaned into James, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.

Aurora, seeing that she had lost, turned on her heel and stormed away, her face a mask of fury. Maleficent watched her go, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Well, I suppose the sleeping curse can wait. Pity I didn’t get to use it now." she muttered.

Bridget and Ella rushed forward, enveloping Y/N and James in a big hug. "We knew it!" Bridget exclaimed. "We knew you two were meant to be together!"

Uliana, Morgie, Maleficent and Hades exchanged smirks, their eyes gleaming with approval. "About time." Uliana said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

James pressed another kiss to Y/N's neck, his breath warm against her skin. "I love you, darling." he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.

Y/N turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. "I love you too, James."

As they kissed again, a cheer went up from their friends, and for the first time, Y/N felt like she truly belonged. With James by her side she knew that this will be her once upon a time.

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 3 months ago

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His Majesty

Royal Arranged Marriage AU? Hell yeah. Emmrich, King of Nevarra, is in need of a wife. Harding finds someone---Lady Agnes Aldwir. SFW.

@shadow-pancake9 you asked to be tagged so here you go! <3

“Your Majesty, if I may…”

Emmrich stopped writing and glanced at Myrna. “Yes?”

His chief advisor sighed. “I wish to bring up a topic of great importance.” When she saw him nod, she continued. “It is the opinion of the council that you marry within the year. You have ruled for over forty years with honor and devoted yourself to Nevarra and its people.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m aware, Lady Myrna.”

Her expression remained as always stoic. “Then you are also aware that if you die without an heir, there will be war amongst the noble houses. You need an heir. Marriage—”

Marriage.

My prospects have been discussed since before my birth.

I’ve long sought love---the kind my dear parents shared. A true and enduring love that inspires poetry and song.

But I haven’t found it.

Not for a lack of trying.

Oh, but how I long for love!

“Is necessary.” He paused and folded his hands in his lap. “I agree with your assessment. That to prevent a possible war of succession I must marry and produce an heir.” Ugh, to even say the words leaves an awful taste in my mouth. Sighing, he briefly closed his eyes and then met Myrna’s gaze. “Send word to the faction representatives that they are to find suitable candidates. We will meet in three weeks---myself, you, Vorgoth, and the faction representatives. No one from the Council of Lords, I beg of you.”

Once I came of age, I invited representatives from the various factions in Thedas to my court originally as liaisons. However, as time marched on, I’ve found lasting friendships among them and count them amongst my most trusted advisors.

Especially the current group: Bellara Lutare of the Veil Jumpers; Taash from the Lords of Fortune; Lucanis Dellamorte of the Antivan Crows; Davrin of the Grey Wardens; and Lace Harding of the Inquisition.

Dear friends, comrades, and colleagues.

I trust they will excel in this task.

Three weeks, Emmrich learned that while his friends did indeed return with candidates, he found he liked approximately zero.

That was until Harding stood and presented her only potential bride.

“Her name is Lady Agnes Aldwir. She was adopted by a dwarven couple in Ferelden---the late Lord Cormoran Aldwir, a knight who served the king and was given a title for his service, and Lady Luci Aldwir, who is something I’ll tell you! Oh, and she’s human. Lady Agnes, I mean. She’s thirty…”

Myrna raised an eyebrow.

Oh, don’t start.

“Brown eyes. Dark red hair like you see in the sunset. She was very polite and courteous, as was Lady Luci. She expressed interest in meeting you, Your Majesty, and going from there.” Harding smiled. “Any questions?”

Neve spoke first. “Interests? Hobbies?” She smirked. “Scandals?”

Hands on her hips, Harding scoffed. “No scandals of any kind, sorry to disappoint. Lady Agnes is a mage---fire and ice. When the occasional beast or bandits threaten Redcliffe, she helps out. As far as hobbies…” She pulled a crumpled piece of parchment from a pocket. “Cooking. Baking. Reading in her words ‘silly and sweet romance novels.’ She loves hearing about different places and cultures. She’s traveled to Rivain and Tevinter, and sorry, Neve---she likes Rivain better.”

Taash grunted. “Obviously.”

Neve chuckled. “It’s not for everyone.”

“I noticed you mentioned some aspects of her appearance but have neglected others. Can you provide further information, Scout Harding?” Myrna asked, her expression neutral.

Harding laughed nervously. “Well, uh, she’s a bit bigger than most ladies I’ve seen, but I don’t think that’s a problem. I hope it’s not a problem.” The dwarf then sighed. “Listen, I spoke to nearly everyone in Redcliffe. No one had a bad word to say about her. Not a single person. Not her. Not her family. Just meet her, and if you don’t like her, that’s fine! But give her a chance.”

The sincerity of Harding’s plea made his eyes water.

Ah, but dear Harding, I’ve already made my decision.

Emmrich smiled warmly. “You needn’t fear, Harding. Please let Lady Agnes know that I will meet her. If she and her mother prefer, I can make the journey to Redcliffe. However, I would prefer to have them come here. For convenience, of course.”

If she comes here and accepts my proposal, then we can draw up a marriage contract as soon as possible. If that is to her liking, of course.

For her part, Harding looked shocked. “O-oh! Oh wow! Thank you so much, Your Majesty. I’ll write to Lady Agnes as soon as—”

“As soon as we catch up, Lace.” Taash said, raising an eyebrow at their lover.

Ah, young love! How I adore it when my friends find happiness with each other.

Harding nodded. “Yes! After we catch up, I’ll write to Lady Agnes. I swear, you’re going to love her!”

He leaned back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

I certainly hope so.

***

Harding was correct.

Standing in front of him in the throne room, wearing a dark green velvet dress with a deliciously low-cut neckline, was Lady Agnes Aldwir. Lady Luci was off to the side, standing with Harding and Taash while the others were scattered about the room.

An angel.

She is an angel sent by the Maker.

After she curtsied, her brown eyes stared into his hazel ones. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. Scout Harding spoke of you fondly.”

He nodded, unable to stop himself from grinning like a fool in love. Goodness me. “She did of you as well, my lady.” Emmrich rose from his throne and strode to her, offering his arm. “May I show you the palace gardens? The weather is perfect for a quiet walk.”

“Yes, that sounds lovely.” She said breathlessly, smiling widely. Taking his arm, they exited the throne room. Once out of earshot, Agnes giggled. “Perfect for a quiet walk and getting to talk privately. Smooth.”

He hummed, his mustache twitching slightly as he barely suppressed a smile. “My lady—’

She shook her head. “Agi. It’s what Mum and my friends call me.”

“And are we friends, Agi?”

Agi.

Sweet, beautiful Agi.

To his delight, she laughed. “Well, I better bloody hope so! How are we supposed to be married if we’re not friends?” The young woman winced. “I mean, that’s only…fuck. Shit! FUCK! I promised Mum I’d try not to swear so much. I’m sorry, Your—”

With the wave of a hand, he magically unlocked the private entrance to my personal garden. The same garden that was my mother’s favorite. “If I’m to call you Agi, then you should call me Emmrich, would you not agree?”

She stopped, released her hold onto him, and stared. “Emmrich. That’s such a beautiful name,” Agnes said breathlessly, a hand rising to her heaving chest.

“It sounds even sweeter from your lips, my dear.”

A joyous cry escaped her as she grinned widely. “Holy fuck, you are smooth!” Agnes then gave him a playful, gentle nudge with her elbow. “But you don’t need to be, Emmrich.” The light in her brown eyes dimmed, her hands now clasped in front of her. “We both know why I’m here. You’re looking for a wife to give you an heir, and I’ve had no one call on me since my coming out a dozen years ago. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.” She closed her eyes briefly and took a slow, deep breath. When her eyes fluttered open, she smiled politely. “My mother and I agree that I should accept your proposal, if offered. I may not be the wife you want or the queen Nevarra deserves, but I promise I’ll do my best for you and your people.” Agnes blinked, biting her lower lip. “Perhaps, if things go well, we can be great friends.” Her shoulders sagged as she murmured, “If that is what you want, Emmrich. I’m sure you have other—”

He reached for one of her hands and held it in his. Smaller than I expected considering her height. Soft. Delicate. Nails painted a sparkling dark green that matches her dress. Dear lady, you are lovelier than you know. “There are no others. You’re the only candidate I’ve agreed to meet, and I must say Agi that I’m quite taken with you already.” Raising her hand to his lips, he placed a kiss on her knuckles. Ah, a gasp! You’ve no idea how smooth I am, darling. He smiled, lowering their hands but still holding hers. “However, instead of asking me what I want, I should be asking you what you want, Agi.”

She cocked her head to one side. “What I want? It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s either marry you or return to Ferelden and cement my status as an untouchable, unlovable spinster.”

Oh, I see. That’s the ‘desperate times’ she mentioned.

It’s such a shame she’s wrong.

Emmrich smiled. “My dear, allow me to assure you that you’re touchable,” he squeezed her hand, and that smile! That glorious smile! Yes, Agi. Good girl. “And loveable, as evidenced by not only your mother but, according to Harding, the people of Redcliffe. Have no fear---you will be a marvelous wife and queen…should you desire it.” With his free hand, he removed a small velvet box from his trouser pocket and got on one knee. Ouch. He glanced at her, his heart beating in his chest. Please say yes. I may not be husband you deserve, sweetheart, but you shall always be cherished and treated with respect. “Lady Agnes Aldwir, will you marry me and become my queen?”

Please.

“Yes, Emmrich. I would be honored.” She said with a warm smile and then chuckled. “Oh for Maker’s sake, get up! The ground’s too bloody hard.”

She’s not wrong.

He slipped the ring (my mother’s engagement ring---violet sapphire surrounded by diamond leaves with the highest quality gold band) on her left ring finger and then allowed her to assist me, because honestly, she was already dragged me to my feet. “If you’ll permit me a moment to explain the significance of—”

Laughing softly, she pressed a finger to his mouth.

Oh.

“Emmrich, we’re engaged. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Oh!

He leaned his head slightly towards her, whispering, “If that is what you want, darling.” Upon seeing her nod enthusiastically, he chuckled. “So eager.”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “If you’ve waited thirty years for your first kiss, then you’d be pretty eager too, Emmrich.”

Just as his lips touched hers, he murmured, “May this be the first of many kisses we share, dearest.”

Perhaps this “arrangement” can be beneficial to us both.

Though I sincerely hope…

I pray love blossoms.

Because I’m so sorry to tell you, sweet lady, I’m fallen for you already.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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I think we should throw the two twst French men into a room and observe how they interact 😳 👉👈

I FULLY AGREE WITH THIS… Let them congregate 😤 for French-on-French violence science!!

P.S. I think Rollo should speak full-on French just let me have this 😳 (Shoutout to @pointedly-foolish, who generously translated my English dialogue to French for this post~)

Like Fire, Hellfire.

Another school day was drawing to a close.

Rollo had settled into a comfortable routine by now. Keep his head low, avoid eye contact, speak little, stick to his textbooks and hug the quiet corners. In this manner, he avoided incidents with the NRC students.

His peers had filed out of the classroom long ago, racing off for extracurriculars, their friends, their dorms. They had places to be, people to be with. He didn’t.

… Good riddance. Rollo released a sigh as he retrieved his staff. Already, his mind was making a pass through a checklist. He had to hurry back to his temporary housing, prepare his usual dinner, cleanse himself of grime—

Click.

The classroom door suddenly swung closed right in front of him. A gloved hand on it, keeping the exit sealed off.

Rollo froze when he sensed a warm body behind him—from where the gloved hand had extended. A terrible realization sunk in: he had been caged, trapped between the door and some stranger.

Just his luck.

He glared over his shoulder, glimpsing his captor. It was a man in a golden bob, his vest a deep violet and his armband bearing the sword-strikeb apple emblem of Pomefiore. A hat with a generous brim shadowed piercing green eyes and a smile sharper than knives.

“Roi du Mouchoir,” the blonde man greeted with the tip of his feathered headwear, “bonjour.”

“You are Rook Hunt, if I’m not mistaken. I remember you from the... masquerade.” Rollo’s voice was tight. “Do you care to explain why it is that you’ve cornered me like this?“

“Désolé!! Pardon the intrusion.” Rook’s cheery tone seemed to indicate that he was, in fact, not sorry at all. “I consider myself a huntsman—and as it just so happens, I’ve found quite the fascinating quarry. Can you guess who it is?”

“... I have no quarrel with you, but I am not a wild beast to be hunted down. You wicked NRC mages seem to rely on the basest forms of amusement." Rollo folded his arms. "Kindly remove yourself—you're impeding my schedule."

“It will only take but a moment of your time!”

“I haven’t a moment to spare. Find another subject to amuse yourself with.”

« Non, non! �� Rook wagged a finger and winked, sending a chill down Rollo’s spine. « Mon vœu n'est que de mieux vous connaître. »

I want to get to know you better.

Rook's words were sweet and low and intimate, like a lover's croon. The familiarity with which he spoke made everything in Rollo shrivel up and die. Disgust rose up like bile.

« Et j'aimerai être loins, loin de cet endroit damné, » Rollo snapped, his tongue laced with venom, « mais lamentablement, on ne peut pas tout avoir, n'est-ce pas? »

And I want to be far, far away from this wretched place—but I suppose we can’t all have what we wish for, now can we?

Rook didn’t miss a single beat. He held up an index finger.

« Auriez-vous l'obligeance de me donner un sourire? C'est tout ce que je demande! »

Would you be so kind as to give me a smile? That’s all I ask!

« ... Pourquoi? »

... Why?

« Je ne vous ai pas encore vu dans toute votre sincerite. Ta beauté. »

I have yet to see your most genuine self. Your beauty.

The phrasing of it rubbed Rollo the wrong way. His patience at last caved, and his tongue switched back, unleashing irritation unfettered upon the huntsman.

"Enough of this charade. You know perfectly well what sort of man I am. There is no need for you to play ignorant. To you villains, I am nothing more than a monster. That is the end of the story.”

"Ah, you speak of the portrait of a city dyed in crimson." Rook's eyes held a playful twinkle. "And you, its artist, driven by despair to bring about the end of the world as we know it."

"If you are going to waste my time, at least be more succinct with your blabber."

"Bien sûr." Rook chuckled and held out both hands, palms facing up. "That is only but one side of you: your lowest point. What I seek is a full spectrum of oneself, its mirror. A Roi du Mouchoir at his most jubilant and most radiant, emotions unclouded. Smiling."

Rollo scowled.

"It is physically impossible for me to force even a fake one when I am surrounded by blithering oafs," he shot back. Like yourself, he silently added. "Not to mention these grounds are infested with sin. How is anyone meant to be smiling in this scenario?"

Rollo, of course, discounted the stupid grin currently on Rook's face. Idiots didn't deserve the consideration.

Frustration curled at his temples all the same.

He could not understand it. Pain, suffering, loss—were those not shared experiences of the human condition? Yet here was a fool who seemed to take it all in stride, laughing as he winded down the path of life and smelled the roses that peppered it.

Saw the fairness of the world when Rollo could not.

Embers sparked under his skin, as if summoned up by a struck match. Rollo clenched his jaw. He didn't like it—didn't like that this buffoon and his flowery prattle were getting to him.

Rollo took a sharp breath in, then released it.

"... Move. You've held me up for long enough."

With the butt of his staff, he prodded Rook back, releasing his hold on the door. Rollo yanked it open, not even bothering to toss one last withering look back at the huntsman before passing through.

"Roi du Mouchoir!!"

Rook was likely at the doorframe now, calling after him.

"Do NOT follow me under any circumstances," Rollo said without looking, "or I will report you to the proper authorities for violating my personal boundaries."

It’s a wonder why he hasn’t been already.

“Fufufu. A strong rebuttal… however, I won’t admit defeat!” Rook continued, undeterred by the vitriol. Rollo could hear the smile in him. “I promise you, I will capture your smile someday. Le Chasseur d’Amour down not give up on the hunt quite so easily!”

Tch. What a meddlesome man.

Rollo grimaced into his handkerchief as he hurried down the hallway. With each step, Rook’s voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared entirely.

Clearing the courtyard, a sense of filthiness set in, clinging to Rollo’s robes like patches of a broken web. Cleaning off the day would have to come second to expunging the memory of the huntsman. The proximity of him.

Rollo wanted to retch all over again.

Rook was of sight, perhaps, but not out of mind.

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