Being the Illegitimate Fiancé of Yandere William James Moriarty
A/N: This is my first time posting something like this so just bear with me, kay?
You were the product of a tryst between a count and a maid. From the moment you were born, you were an outsider.
Unlike the count’s legitimate children, you lived as if you were just another servant. You slept in the servant’s quarters. You ate with them. You wore clothing made from spare uniforms. You had chores to complete.
For a time, you were content with this life, living obediently and without complaint. The servants looked at you with a mix of pity and disdain, and you were the bane of the count's wife existence, but you still believed that, with effort, you would be loved.
However, one day, you were called to the office of the count for the first time. There you were told of your engagement to the second son of Count Moriarty, to secure stronger ties to a wealthier family.
Essentially, you had been sold off. Sacrificing the illegitimate daughter rather than having to marry off their true daughter to a mere second son.
From then on, the count tried to polish you into something resembling a noble's child. You were dressed in expensive, yet modest clothing. You were assigned an etiquette tutor to teach you. The maids you used to work beside now were responsible for bathing and dressing you. Preparing a lamb to slaughter.
In the wake of the fire and his first crime, William was surprised to hear that the original son of Count Moriarty was engaged.
The fire had, of course, postponed your first meeting, but everything had already been made official.
Now, William was intelligent enough, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to find a way to annul the engagement.
However, he heard rumors from the hushed whispers of the servants of the Rockwell estate. About how you were the bastard child of a maid and a count, who had been sold off. About how you were previously nothing but another servant until the count realized your value as a marriage candidate.
Now, this interested him, as you were in a rather pitiful position. A girl who was the result of a noble’s selfishness being dressed up as one and being forced into an engagement at such a young age.
For that reason, William was polite to you when you came to visit the brothers at the Rockwell manor. Cordial, yet distant. However, that would eventually change.
You would greet him in such an unsure manner, clearly not used to the noble etiquette quite yet, and would have a hard time meeting his eye. Regardless, he would smile his typical genial smile.
At first, he wouldn’t consider you that much. Simply a pawn in your opportunistic father plans. Honestly, it would be a mercy to break the engagement, if not for your own sake.
However, he would be lying if he said your meek demeanor wasn’t endearing. So unlike the typical arrogance of nobility.
You were innocent.
Gradually, his obsession would grow.
He would want to protect from everything. Even himself.
He would never tell you about his plans. You were far too pure to be tainted in such a way.
In a way, you would be his escape from cruel reality. An oblivious and innocent light in his ever darkening world.
Deep down, I think he would like to marry you, to build a life with you.
And maybe, if he allows himself to be selfish for even a moment, he would.
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"His smile was his biggest treasure"
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Being in Third year was one of the best things for any student, as they could travel to Hogsmade, the little winter town that many students, and even adults, had dearly in their hearts... Especially, with one certain establishment: The Three Broomsticks Inn.
If you asked the people around, it was obvious that reasons for it existed: the cozy atmosphere, the enjoyable presence of the owner, Madam Rosmerta, and of course, the drinks served there, butterbeer, pumpkin juice, cherry syrup, and even for the adults, some fire whiskey.
But today, for Alaister, was a place he didn't expect to be. Not because he wasn't thinking of going before, he surely was to do so, but because he was invited there, that night, by none other than his best friend (and secret crush) Daniel Page. It did take him a long time to not lose his mind and exaggerate the invitation, to stop jumping in his place, squeaking while his roommates were elsewhere, and of course, to get his best looks to the occasion, even if it was just using his uniform, fix his hair, and make sure his cherry earrings were in place and his glasses were clean... And why not, some cherry perfume here and there.
Sometime later, he finally arrived just in the hour at the location they'd met, outside the place, greeting each other, and, sure enough, going inside, feeling the change of the atmosphere from a cold, white winter to a warm, wooden establishment, with fireplaces and plenty of tables and costumers, from students to adults.
Daniel: Ahh, the Three Broomsticks. Lively as ever.
Alaister: You've come here before?
Daniel: Just once, I think. My mum must have brought me... But I don't really remember, since I was too little back then, I believe. But I've heard plenty of stories, though!
Alaister: Huh, well, what everyone said of this place is true, it is cozy and welcoming! And it doesn't surprise me this place is popular, it looks a little crowded tonight... How about you get us a seat and I go look for our drinks?
Daniel: Sure. I'll find us a quiet table on the second floor... You know what I like.
The blonde boy couldn't help but let out a giggle... Gosh, he really fell hard for him, more now that he could see Daniel way happier and open than usual. It was a sight he could never get enough of, and containing the blush on his cheeks was a hard task that he, somehow, fulfilled as he turned around and walked towards the bar, talking to the woman who owned the place.
Madam Rosmerta: Why, hello there! Fresh from Hogwarts, are ya?
Alaister: Greetings, indeed, miss, I have just arrived from there.
Madam Rosmerta: Call me Rosmerta, please! "Miss" makes me sound like an old crone!
Alaister: Ah, my apologies, Rosmerta... I wanted to ask about the specials here, any type of recommendations are welcomed greatly.
Madam Rosmerta: Well, our two specials are our famous butterbeer: a frothy, buttery creation that is our house specialty, and pumpkin juice, fruity, with notes of spice. It's perfect, hot or cold! We also have other drinks, like, for example, cherry soda, with natural cherry syrup.
Alaister: Hmm, I think I'll have one cherry soda and... A butterbeer, please. I'll pay them both.
Madam Rosmerta: Great choices! A cherry soda and butterbeer, coming right up...
It didn't take too long for him to get the drinks and pay them both with a few sickles and galeons, and as best as he could, he walked to the second floor, doing his best to not spill a single drop, as his friend waited for him on a far, far table. Leaving the drinks, one after the other, on the table, he took a sit right in front of the other.
Alaister: Here they are... I got you a butterbeer... I hope that's what you wanted, I forgot to ask you before.
Daniel: Knew I could count on you! Cheers!
And just as soon they would rise their orders, by the corner of their eyes, they noticed how a group of spiders rushed out of nowhere, and not small ones, precisely, yet not as big as an adult acromantula.
Alaister: Ah! W-Where those came from?
Madam Rosmerta: Somebody help, please? My potential customers are fleeing from these spiders!
And, soon enough, they've found themselves, using Arania Exumai as their lives depended on it... Luckily, Alaister wasn't alone with this, and he even found it quite nice to work together with Daniel as he used to...
Madam Rosmerta: Well done, lads! Thank you for your help, the next round is on the house!
Alaister: Oh, thank you very much Rosmerta, but it was not the big thing... Although, I am worried about their possible origin...
Madam Rosmerta: Oh, it was probably Hagrid who left his new pets again. He can expect a nice, lil' chat with yours truly next time he comes in for a pint...
Both smiled happily at this and went back to their table, enjoying their time and their drinks... Alaister couldn't stop smiling all that night, even when he was on his bed. The sight of Daniel talking so passionately about his likes, about his day, being so open, so relaxed with him... It was a thing that made his heart flutter like crazy. He even hoped he could just dream of this moment so he'd never forget... Because his smile was his biggest treasure.
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