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urmultideadfandomperson · 6 months

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Have A Rest

Character/s: Enzo Valenciano, Reader

Pairing/s: Enzo Valenciano X Reader

Genre/s: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Warning/s: overwork, mentions of insomnia, mentions of violence, fatigued state

Summary: (Y/N) finds Enzo overworking in his chancery tonight, and they need to get him to sleep.

Requested by: None

Note: Greetings! This is my first one-shot in Tumblr, featuring Enzo Valenciano from The Young Elites! I have never seen any works like this, so I decided to create one myself. Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy this story! Thank you for reading!

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The bed was cold tonight.

That was always the feeling whenever Enzo was not there to lay down alongside you—cold, lonely, empty. The warmth that always emitted from him was gone, the weight shifting in the huge mattress was not felt. Every night without him with you was freezing. You were not in Beldain, but the whole room felt like its snowy lands.

It was no longer surprising, though. Honestly, this happens almost everyday. Enzo is the leader of the Dagger Society, the crown prince fighting for his stolen birthright. Of course he will be busy. Creating plans, thinking of future discussions, even dealing with a bunch of heartbreaks and reluctances. But no matter how busy he is, you knew that Enzo will always have time for you.

You see, you are (Y/N) (L/N), the most recent recruit of the Dagger Society. You lived in Serrata, one of the cities in Kenettra that is not very known by the others. The Messenger sensed you threatened heavily by the Inquisition Axis, their swords drawing on your neck and their stares sharp on your helpless face.

As you were about to be killed, they came to the rescue and carried you away from the dark alleyways of Serrata. Until today, the inquisitors found no trace of you anywhere. At that moment, it was the beginning of your new life as a Young Elite—protected and hidden.

You discovered back then that your ability was (Your Elite Ability), and the Daggers thought that you would be a great contribution to the mission. It was Enzo, himself who said so. Although saddened that they saved you because they could get advantage, you were still happy to know they rescued you from the hands of death. Even if it was not because of kindness, the fact that the crown prince saw you as an important being was enough.

It took you a month to prove yourself that you were worthy to becoming a Elite. The Daggers were rather impressed at your capabilities. Raffaele complimented that you were quite the fast learner, pointing out details on how you were able to conjure your power correctly. In just a matter of time, The Reaper had officially given you the name (Your Elite Nickname). You were finally one of them, the seventh member of the Dagger Society.

It took a couple more days, but overtime, the others started to open up to you. They would begin small talk, greeting each other with smiles, and even inviting you to trainings. In just six months, you and the Daggers are like a family. A family working together to help the crown prince.

Speaking of the crown prince, he is actually your lover. You caught his eye on the first day he knew of you. From your unique markings to your courageous and sweet personality, he felt himself falling in love with you. You did not look like her in any way, but this new love was somewhat so special to him.

Everyday, he would fall deeper and deeper in the trance of love. He never knew he would love somebody romantically again, ever since the tragedy of his lost love, Daphne Chouryana. Enzo kept telling himself to get out of the trance, but the feeling only grows stronger as the days passed. Was this a sign to try again? He both hopes and not.

Since the feeling kept developing more, Enzo needed to get it out of his chest. Enzo told himself to make it direct and bland, but his words ended up being romantic and sincere.

He really needs to stop falling in love so easily.

But what he did not expect is the fact you actually reciprocated his feelings. You truthfully told Enzo about what made you fall for him, beginning in both his benefits and weaknesses. Even you liked the flaws he always thought were a hassle. Although happy, he had said that he needed some time to think whether to accept your confession. He still loved Daphne deep in his heart, but he knows he needed to let go. Lucky for him, you were patient enough to wait.

A week later, he finally answered your confession: yes. Enzo pondered that maybe it was time to let her go, to start a new love with a new person. It may be a painful process, but he is with you. And if he is having romance with you, he may learn to move on from a heartbreak. The Daggers were joyous about the news, knowing their leader finally found someone else to love. Raffaele and Dante were the most glad for the prince.

And now, this is where the present had brought the two of you: alone in the bedchamber whereas Enzo locks himself in his private chamber to think and plan. You were beginning to worry for your beloved prince. As a leader of a secret society, Enzo must think straight and instantly for new ideas on finding new Elites and striking on the evil aristocrats ruling Kenettra. He is aligned with Fortuna, after all. Enzo will always find a way to be victorious.

However, ambition comes with consequences as well.

In the mornings, every Dagger sees him with dark circles under his eyes. The Reaper kept telling them it was because of insomnia—that was both a truth and a lie. He is observed to be less efficient during duels, and his appearance that used to be clean and dignified, now looked disheveled and lowly. But on the bright side, he made new plans on how to murder Queen Giulietta and her sleazy husband.

Even so, all of you knew that Enzo needed rest. It was so clear that he was exhausted on always plotting and calculating. Raffaele even spotted him once having a strong headache, yet he kept devising and writing down the keywords. He was so ill that the Messenger insisted to give him a head massage. The beautiful malfetto believed with all his might that it was the first time seeing Enzo so distressed.

"He's still not here," You mumble to yourself as you stare at the door. Or rather, at silent abyss. Is he overworking again? He must be.

You were now in dilemma, choosing whether to leave him be or approach him. If you leave him in his office, he might be in a terrible state in the next day. And you do not want that to happen. If you approach him, there is a high chance that an argument would occur. You knew that Enzo was too stubborn to stop himself from working, but you knew that his health was very important.

... I can't let history repeat itself. It's time for a change. You finally decided as you hopped off the bed where you were laying down for the whole hour. You did not care if he was going to protest or not. This time, you are going to make him sleep regardless of his reaction.

Still in your sleepwear and barefooted, you go out the door of your bedchamber and walk in the luxurious hallways of the Fortunata Court. You were certain that the consorts were fast asleep, only hearing crickets and the passing wind. Their job was never an easy task at all, and you are considerate enough to understand.

Every step you took was leading you outside the fancy court. You knew where you were going, and it was to the secret chambers that was underneath the Fortunata Court. It was the place where the Dagger Society held their meetings, duel against each other, or even just resting after a long fight. As malfetto children, they must stay hidden.

While pacing in the secret chambers, all the noises from nature had vanished, all silenced by the walls of the room. And at this point, you heard new ones aside from your footsteps: low groaning of frustration, mumbling of tiny details, and the sound of a scribbling quill pen on a parchment.

And you saw it—a door slightly left open, a small light lit in the dimmed room. You recognized that door too much.

That is Enzo's chancery... You thought, staring at the door in front of you. It was the chamber where the prince privately devises and calculates for the upcoming battle against their enemies. Whenever there was time, he would invite you to simply sit beside him or help him soothe his nerves. But because he is tied up for the past days, he stopped the invitations.

Your feet brought you to the door of the chancery. You knew that it was very impolite to enter without his invitation, but you had to convince Enzo to rest. His health was at risk because of overwork.

Since the door was left open just a crack, you thought it would be enough to peek what the prince was doing. As you took a small glance, you saw the state of the jaded Reaper.

Enzo was sitting on his chair, a hand running through his crimson locks while the other scribbles the quill on the parchment. His hair was tangling over his shoulder, no longer in the usual low, loose tail. The prince was still wearing his fancy doublet. He must have no intention of sleeping if he is not wearing any sleepwear tonight.

But his eyes...

They had the same dark circles every morning under them. His eyelids were drooping, desperate to keep themselves open to read the plans. Enzo was obviously struggling in staying awake, yet at the same time, he holds himself back from craving for sleep.

"Enzo," you say to yourself, unaware of the volume of your voice. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Knowing you are now caught, you went inside his chancery and closed the door beind you. "I wanted to check on you. You were not coming in our bedchamber." You replied to him, your tone genuinely concerned.

"(Your Elite Nickname)?" Enzo looks up to see you peeking on his door. His expression looked more fatigued than what you had expected. Even his voice was raspy. "It's already midnight. What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Well, I am not heading to the bed..." You start to speak, pacing towards Enzo. You walk behind him, pushing away the hair that covers his nape and kisses it softly. "... If you're not coming with me."

The prince chuckles lowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You notice his mood lighten up a bit at your presence. "I appreciate your concern for me, (Your Affectionate Nickname). I expected you to be asleep by now."

Enzo shivers lightly at the kiss, but he does not complain in any way. "Are you convincing me to sleep or seducing me to our bedchamber?" He teases, smirking softly. "If you think you can make me go to bed, it will be a long night, (Y/N)."

"As much as I know you are occupied with your work, just please remember to rest every now and then." You tell him, giving the back of his neck more kisses. "Everyone in the society had noticed your fatigue. All the Daggers are aware of how weary you are. We are worried for your health, my Reaper..."

Your lover only kept silent. Though it was not obvious, he was honestly in disbelief. Was his mask breaking already? Perhaps he had softened from exhaustion, making him look very sluggish during mornings. He was supposed to be tough in front of people, but his almighty appearance was starting to shatter from weariness.

"Please, my Reaper? Have a rest." You said, trying to convince him more. However, he only kept silent.

"Enzo, come on. You and I know that you are tired. Go to bed with me." You added, not giving up on convincing him. You even gave his neck more affection, yet all he did was shiver. As much as you wanted to drag him out of his chancery, you knew very well that it is disrespectful.

But all you got was nothing. No word was uttered from the working prince. His hand was still scribbling the quill.

His silence made you think he would not bother to sleep. You sighed, thinking that it was actually harder to convince him. It would be his choice, not yours. But the urge to drag him to the bedchamber was very tempting. "If that's what you wish, I'll just leave you be. I hope you'll finish your tasks tonight. Goodnight, Reaper."

With that, you leave him a soft kiss on his forehead and began to walk out of the chancery. When your hand grabbed the knob, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of firm arms wrapped around your waists. You turn your head to see Enzo embracing you from behind, his face buried in your hair.

His words were sincere, just like his confession. But this time, it was intentional. He did not speak this way by mistake, but now with truth.

"Pardon me, (Your Affectionate Nickname)," Enzo mumbles softly, his voice husky, laced with tiredness and guilt. "I apologize for making my Daggers worry. I can assure that none of you are involved with my overworking behavior."

"Enzo, you know that there is nothing to be sorry for—"

"But I had made you worry! I made my entire society worry!" He protests, exclaiming slightly. He clears his throat, continuing his sentence. "(Y/N), I accept that I am at fault for your concerns. What can I do in order to soothe your worri—"

Without a second thought, you turned around to lean in and steal a kiss from his soft lips. This was one of your favorite methods of making him quiet. Your hands strongly gripped the collar of his doublet, pulling him closer.

Meanwhile with the Reaper, he was dumbfounded by the kiss. But after tensing, he slowly melted and returned it, his hands around your waists. The kiss was useful as a weapon and an act of affection when it comes to Enzo. And right now, you are using it in those two ways.

Three minutes had passed, so the two of you had to pull away. As your lips widened the opened gap in between, soft panting and gentle heartbeats were heard in the chancery. The eye contact did not break, though. Midnight meets (E/C), gazing deep into each other to see the love within.

"I missed loving you this way," you mutter to Enzo, resting your head on his chest. A yawn had as well escaped your mouth, showing tiredness.

"Looks like I succeeded at making you go to bed then." You said, grinning softly at your victory.

"So did I." Enzo nods, holding you in his arms. He takes the chance to smell the scent of your hair. He calms as his nostrils inhales the scent of your locks, his midnight eyes closed. "I just want to sleep tonight. I'm tired."

Enzo smiles, chuckling softly. "Maybe."

After that, both you and Enzo walked back to the Fortunata Court, hands intertwined with each other. Two malfettos, walking hand-in-hand in the middle of the night.

However, when you arrived in the court, the two of you parted ways. You were heading to the bedchamber, whereas the Reaper was going towards another place.

But of course, you did not mind. He was going to the bathhouse, after all. Enzo said with a blush on his cheeks that he did not bathe for the night, since he thought he would stay up for his tasks again.

And now, you were in the same moment as if travelling back in time: laying down the bed, waiting. But now had a change; you were smiling and expecting Enzo to go inside who will be freshly bathed and ready for sleep.

It did not take long before Enzo opened the door. He was now wearing his sleepwear, his blood red hair straight and wet from water. The smell of soap from the bathhouse was lingering on his body.

"Was I late, (Your Affectionate Nickname)?" He asks.

"No, you're just in time." You reply, beaming at the sight of your prince.

Enzo walks to the bed and lays on it, quickly taking you into his firm arms for a snuggle. Your head rests on his broad chest, using it as a pillow. You yawn, and he follows. It was very late now—both of you must sleep and drift to your dreamworlds.

But a night will never end without goodnight kisses. Enzo caresses your cheek in his scarred hand, slowly leaning in to kiss your lips. In return, you wrap your arms around him and close your eyes. The warmth that you have been craving was now there, in the bed and in your body. The bedchamber feels much more comfortable, now that Enzo's presence was near.

Once you pulled away, the Reaper beams and whispers in your ear: "I love you. Thank you for your help."

You smile back at him, returning his sweet nothing. "I love you, too, my prince."

With some affection and embracing in the bed, the two of you close your eyes as the serenity of midnight soothes your tired bodies.

Goodnight. The wind whispers as it puts out the candle.

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urmultideadfandomperson · 7 months

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The Dagger Society Headcanons

Character/s: Enzo Valenciano, Raffaele Laurent Bessette, Gemma Salvatore, Lucent, Dante, Michel

Pairing/s: Raffaele X Enzo (slight), Lucent X Maeve, Gemma X Michel

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: death of a loved one, mentions of burning (nobody is harmed), allergic reaction to pollen, unrequited love, mentions of disowning

Summary: Random headcanons of the Dagger Society.

Requested by: None

Note: Greetings! This is Dahlia, and welcome to my first post! These are my headcanons of the almighty Dagger Society from The Young Elites! Although it is not much, I do hope it is enough to entertain. Thank you for reading!

Enzo Valenciano

Enzo looks adorable in bed hair. But ever since the Daggers teased him about it, he never showed it again.

He and Dante sees each other as brothers.

He is allured to be 5'10" or 178cm in height.

He is a lowkey bisexual. He does not want to disappoint Kenettra by his sexuality, so he hides in a closet.

Because of how Enzo treats the Daggers, they began to call him "Father", jokingly, of course.

Enzo is actually very fond of cats, but he never admits it whenever someone points it out.

He usually overworks in order to create new plans and future discussions with the Daggers. Sometimes, he falls asleep on his desk or avoid sleep for the whole night.

The prince does not know how to cook. At all.

Speaking of which, he also burned the kitchen down in the Fortunata Court when he once attempted to cook roasted meat for himself. He did this by straight up burning the meat.

Enzo sees Gemma as a baby who needs to be protected at all times. He also tucked her in bed in her bedchamber when she fell asleep on the couch.

Even if Enzo hates both Teren and Queen Guilietta, he does miss them as well. He sometimes look back into the memories of them before the Blood Fever.

His body shape is slightly muscular, according to Raffaele.

Enzo surprisingly has some strength in him. Although struggling, he managed to carry an injured Dante on his back towards his bedchamber.

He is very bad at flirting, which leads to awkward moments with ladies.

The prince likes to say horrible puns. All of the Daggers aside from Gemma are annoyed by his attempts. Star Thief genuinely laughs at the puns.

Raffaele Laurent Bessette

He has a habit of hair combing.

His height is depicted to be 6' or 183cm.

Already by his job as a consort, it is obvious that he is openly bisexual. It is canonically mentioned in the book that his clients are both male and female.

He loves to sing in the bathhouse whenever he bathes.

Raffaele genuinely loves Enzo as a brother and a love interest.

Whenever he sees faint bruises (given by his clients) on his skin, he feels insecure.

Raffaele has a talent of drawing, as he is seen to be very good with sketches. This often make Michel envious.

Among all the Daggers, he is the only one who can cook like a professional. He can bake bread as well.

Raffaele once taught Enzo how to cook a simple stew. When the Reaper burned down the kitchen, he scolded him heavily with Enzo in front of him, on his knees. Lucent had to handle the fire.

He often has a competition with Lucent of hair styling: he is good, but the Beldish woman is better.

He keeps many skincare products in his drawers aside from documents and files and journals.

Raffaele dislikes rats. He dislikes them so much that he screamed at the sight of one inside the Fortunata Court. It was brought in by Gemma, of course.

This boy have smooth, long, and elegant fingers. It wears many rings, too.

He still loves and misses his family. Sometimes, Raffaele wonders what his mother and five brothers are doing now.

Raffaele has olive skin despite being a northern Kenettran, as northern Kenettrans have a warm brown complexion.

Gemma Salvatore

Her height is thought to be 5'3" or 160cm. She is the shortest person in the Dagger Society.

Gemma is hinted to be pansexual, but she does not say anything about it much.

Although she loves animals, she much prefers dogs over cats. She dislikes spiders as well.

She is good at singing, especially songs with high notes.

Gemma loves to bring cats into the Fortunata Court in order to drag out the true colors of Enzo towards the felines.

She loves her father dearly. She also has a younger brother (unmarked child).

Gemma inherited her olive skin from her father, who is a southern Kenettran that moved to Estenzia. Her late mother lived in Anjon, a real Northern Kenettran.

She views Enzo as an older brother/father figure.

Lucent is her most closest friend, possibly considering her as a best friend.

Gemma is allergic to pollen. When she went to a garden of flowers and smelled its scent, she got a horrible allergy reaction.

Gemma hates animal abuse. It is enough to make her cry.

Her secret crush/love interest is Michel. But since she fears rejection, she just treats him like a friend. Only Lucent knows about this information.

She can do an intimidating stare/glare at people. Hers is so terrifying that people tremble or cower on her feet.

Her favorite food are tarts (if it does exist in the 13th century).

Her cooking is just as bad as Enzo's. Fortunately, she did not burn any kitchens.

Her favorite hobby is dancing alone to the tune of the lute.

She genuinely laughs at Enzo's horrible puns. In fact, she actually thinks they are funny.

Lucent

Back in Beldain, she has two younger sisters and a youngest brother. Overall, she is the eldest.

One of her siblings is a malfetto.

Her father died in the Blood Fever, leaving her mother to take care of the children.

Her height is thought to be 6' or 183cm, same as Raffaele's.

Because of her relationship with Maeve, it is known for everyone that she is lesbian.

She has a birthmark on her left arm, whereas her right arm is the marking.

She has a dream of being a dancer, though her dancing skills are rather poor, according to Enzo.

Lucent is very smart with mathematics, many are impressed.

Even if the death of Tristan Corrigan was an accident, Lucent blames herself deeply.

Lucent made a flower crown for Maeve twice.

She is a woman with a big bust among the Daggers. Sometimes, Gemma would ask her how they developed that way.

Her skills in hair styling is better than Raffaele. Even if she is better, Lucent does not mind a competition with the Messenger.

Lucent once used her powers to make everyone fly for fun and entertainment.

Her Beldish accent sounds Norwegian or Swedish if compared in the modern world.

Her pale skin is slightly tan. This is the result of her stay in Kenettra after Maeve's mother exiled her from Beldain.

Dante

His height is seen to be 6'3" or 191cm. He is the tallest among the Daggers.

Dante is a straight ally. Although he prefers a heterosexual relationship, he does respect those who are in the LGBTQ+ Community.

He cares for Enzo deeply, as he sees the prince as a brother. This is why he tried to convince him to get rid of Adelina.

Dante misses his parents. He is also an only-child.

Dante fell in love with Daphne. But he lets her go when he discovered that she fell in love Enzo.

Because of his muscular form, he can carry all of the Daggers at once.

He has a talent of walking with his hands and juggling.

Dante is a northern Kenettran. This means he has darker skin like Enzo's.

He hated Adelina because he realized she looks like Daphne. He knows Enzo liked her because of his former love.

Michel is his best friend, as he secretly ships The Architect with Gemma.

He is a very good listener. Whenever someone needs him, Dante is all ears as he listens to their problems and helps them fix it.

If he is muscular, then he is also heavy. This is mentioned because Dante broke a chair thrice when he just wanted to sit.

He still has the talent of blacksmithing from his apprentice training.

Dante has a huge scar on his leg. He got this when he was wounded in a battle before Daphne nursed him to health.

Among all the Daggers, Dante is the most irritated by Enzo's puns. Michel had to calm him from attacking.

Michel

Michel has an older sister and a younger brother in his family.

His height is seen to be 5'6" or 168cm.

He shyly admits that he is omnisexual to the Daggers.

He does not have a surname because he was disowned after he became marked from the Blood Fever.

He always had the talent of art when he was a child.

His feelings for Gemma developed when he saw how enthusiastic and sweet she is towards everyone. It adds when Michel sees her determination.

He and Dante are best friends in the team.

Michel has a grudge against Enzo because the prince declined the offer to be the model for his painting.

He is next to Raffaele who can cook like a professional. However, he cannot bake bread nor delicacies.

He has two books to draw on: one for his sketches and arts, the other one for NSFW content and practices.

Speaking of arts, he keeps denying the fact that he once drew Gemma on one of his parchments that was supposed to be used for studying.

When Michel found out his love interest loves tarts, he tried making one but fails miserably.

Michel has a small talent in sculpting.

Michel can speak Domaccan fluently. He learned this from his older sister and father, who both have huge interest in Domaccan culture.

In the modern world, Michel knows how to breakdance and do backflips.

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