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losers-clvb · 5 months

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slow burn // two

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

summary of chapter: it's the welcome party before the wedding. y/n and lucas are, visually at least, the perfect couple. of course, they can't get along for longer than a few seconds and get into an argument about a certain prince.

content of chapter: arguing, the royal family makes an appearance

word count: 1.4k

note: this is a little bit of a shorter chapter, but the next will be much longer.

You would have thought that out of everything, Y/N would have had control over how she was dressed for her welcome party. At least, that’s what she had thought. She was wrong. Her mother chose her dress, chose how tight to lace up the corset, chose everything. It was a Prussian blue thing, with silver fabric peeking through on the skirt. It wasn’t completely hideous, though Y/N would never admit it. She was wearing heels and, even though she had told her mother that there was absolutely no way that anyone would be able to see her feet, they were just as elaborate. Y/N was never one to complain about wearing a heel and sometimes would rather wear them over anything else, but these were making her feet ache within just ten minutes of wearing them.

Nonetheless, she had a smile plastered on her face. She wouldn’t be anything but a blushing bride. Her parents would be a horror to deal with if she was any other way, and all it would do was embarrass her. She couldn’t be caught being rude or in any way cold towards any guests. There would be nobles and government officials there, allies that her’s and Lucas’ families would need if the time ever came. Plus, it didn’t look as if Lucas was uncomfortable. He had a beaming smile on his face as he stood close to her, one hand occasionally grazing her back in a show of comfort, the other used to shake the hands of their guests. The medals and ribbons on his jacket seemed to glint in the light, showing everyone who could see them just how awarded her fiancé was.

What they didn’t see was the tightening of her jaw every time she felt his hand graze her back. She knew it was just another way to convince everyone that the two were in love, a way to save both their reputations even if everyone knew that their families had arranged the union. It was better this way. Better that the two looked to be in love rather than forced to marry. Then maybe Y/N wouldn’t be looked down upon with pity for her situation.

She was lost in this thought, mind straying away from the present due to boredom and the horrible pain in her feet, when an announcement of the arrival of the royal family sounded. Her eyes snapped to the entrance. The first to walk in were the King and Queen, looking as handsome and beautiful as anyone their age. They donned the colors of their houses, the King in red and black with his crown of flames atop his head, the Queen with her dress of navy blue and white with her own crown. While Delia had never quite enjoyed the company of the Queen, her icy gaze always sending a shiver down the girl’s spine, she had to admit she was strikingly beautiful. The two royals made their way to the couple, the smiles on their faces obviously ingenuine.

“Congratulations on the union,” the King merely said, eyes gliding over the two young Silvers. In response they bowed their heads.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Lucas spoke. Y/N was suddenly much more aware of his hand resting on her waist along with the fact that the older couple standing in front of them seemed just as uncomfortable with each other as herself and Lucas. She knew they weren’t married because they loved each other, but she would have hoped that after being together for so long that they would have figured out a way to be happy with one another. The sight did little to make her optimistic that one day she could have a comfortable life. If even the Queen wasn’t happy with her partner, the king, how could she? Y/N watched as the two made their way through the party while greeting others they were closer with. Her eyes tore away as they disappeared into the crowd, only the tops of their crowns seen moving away.

She watched as the two princes entered, both wearing jackets with just as many, if not more, medals than Lucas. She was sure that they hadn’t earned them as Lucas had, but that wasn’t for her to discuss. Despite both of the boys being Burners, Maven seemed to be much colder. He still held a smile upon his face, but there was something… off. Maybe it was the fact that his mother was Elara, or just because Y/N was just closer with his older brother. Cal, the heir to the throne, had been one of the only people that hadn’t excluded her from groups. She had been told numerous times, from Cal’s uncle Julian, that the late queen Corianne, Cal’s mother, had taken a liking to Delia before her death. She had been too young to remember, but from the stories she had heard, the old queen seemed like a beautiful soul.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N.” Cal spoke directly to Y/N, a wide grin appearing on his face as he used the childhood nickname he had given her. They had grown apart as they had gotten older, but the nostalgia was still there. Y/N had been given more opportunities to find a husband or a career that would help the family move up in court. Cal had been given more jobs and responsibilities in a move to help him be prepared for the throne. Neither could or would do anything less than what was expected of them in fear of the backlash from their families. They weren’t in love, and it wasn’t as if Cal could have the luxury of choosing his wife anyways.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied simply before adding on, “Your Highness.” She bowed her head as she had with the King. Maven was slightly less pleasant to greet. His icy blue eyes were similar to his mother’s, so different from Cal’s. The way he looked at her reminded her of the way others would look at her in training when she could perform a simple movement of the water in front of her. It had been years since then, and Maven hadn’t been much older than four or five at the time, but it was as if he had been there himself. But it wasn’t as if the boy was evil, right? He was just a kid still, only seventeen.

It was then Y/N realized she hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. Before she could greet him, or even open her mouth, Lucas beat her to it. She had forgotten he was even there, too caught up in thinking of the past.

“And thank you, Prince Maven, for attending.” Lucas greeted the younger boy, a forced smile upon his face. Y/N thought it was strange that even such a dedicated soldier as Lucas couldn’t find a way to be comfortable with the prince. The only response the officer had gotten was a simple nod and hum, which made Y/N frown slightly. She looked back to Cal, only getting a small shrug with a smile before the two boys continued on into the crowd, following their father and Maven’s mother.

Y/N hummed in annoyance, feeling Lucas shake with quiet laughter at her discomfort from the interaction. She looked up to him, furrowing her brows when he looked back at her.

“You find it funny that the prince looks down upon us?” She asked him, making sure she kept her voice quiet. She bit her lip to keep herself from bursting out in frustration as she had the week before when they had seen each other last.

“He’s the prince, there’s not much I can do about it. And what I find funny is how much it bothers you.” Lucas replied, his voice just as low as hers. “He seems to make you almost as bothered as I do.”

“That’s not possible.” She sniped back with narrowed eyes, seeming to forget that others were around them.

“What is it about me that makes you so furious all the time?”

When Y/N didn’t answer him, he smiled softly. He tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her twisted hairstyle behind her ear, lowering his head to speak into her ear.

“Try to keep that smile on your face until the end of the party.”

He turned away from her, going to speak with one of his friends from his time in the army. He left her with a flushed face and a strange feeling in her stomach. A feeling that didn’t fade away even after her mother ushered her over to the wife of the head of House Rambos to talk of wedding details.

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losers-clvb · 6 months

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slow burn // one

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

summary of chapter: y/n osanos found about her engagement through the red servants' gossip. after months of trying to convince her uncle, lord osanos, to call it off, it's revealed that they have to move the wedding up.

content of chapter: anger, irritation, arguing, the older adults are like the worst people ever, use of y/n, arranged marriage, like one swear word, reader is looked down upon, reader is mean to lucas

word count: 1.9k

Y/N was to marry the Samos boy. There was nothing anyone, including Y/N herself, could do to stop it from happening. She had been trying for months since the news broke to her, news she only found out when she had overheard Red servants while passing by the kitchens late one night. When she had pressed them to find out how they had figured this news out, they were hesitant to tell her, never having seen the young woman so angry before. She wasn’t known for speaking harshly to the help despite most of the other Silver’s doing so. When they finally broke and spilled that it had come straight from the mouth of her uncle, Lord of the House Osanos, she had been speechless. She knew she had to stop it from happening.

“House Samos is full of brutes and maniacs,” she had tried to reason. This only made her parents and uncle angry, all of them becoming even angrier when Volo and his own family had walked in only seconds later, obviously having overheard her comment. He had sneered at her before walking past her, nearly knocking her down in his movements. Ptolemus and Evangeline, his children, seemed not to care too much about her thoughts. The eldest of Volo’s children had only smirked over to her, eyes shining like a cat chasing its prey, while Evangeline looked rather bored. It was Lucas, their cousin and the man she was supposed to marry, who seemed to be the odd one out, looking equally as annoyed as the nymph girl.

Y/N ignored them all and turned to leave the room, knowing whatever they were to speak about she had no say in anyways. It was when she reached for the door, hand resting on the doorknob to pull it open, when she nearly had a heart attack.

“The wedding has to be moved up.” Volo announced to the room. This was unexpected. Everything had been planned to happen within a set number of days. There would be a welcome party for guests two days before, a ladies’ tea and gentlemen’s social hour the day before, then the beautiful wedding. Lucas was to go with the royal family back to Archeon and his wife was to follow. Y/N was supposed to have at least a few more weeks to get used to the idea that she would have to spend the rest of her life tied to someone she didn’t even know.

“What?” She turned to the rest of the room. It didn’t look like Lucas was surprised by this, something that made her scowl. He obviously was given more information and say about his life than she was. He was slightly older than her, and it helped that he was a male in one of the High Houses. Everyone, sometimes including the younger Silvers, looked down on her or at the very least underestimated her. She wasn’t the best in training, having struggled to control her ability until an older age than most. She had excelled in Protocol, but the only person who was proud of that was Lady Blonos herself.

Volo, as usual, ignored Y/N. “It seems the King would prefer to keep the months following Queen’s Trial to be about the Prince and his betrothed. A wedding between two of the High Houses would be… ‘distracting’.” He finished his sentence with a look on his face that said he agreed. He probably did, seeing how everyone believed that his daughter would be the next queen of Norta. Lord Osanos huffed, seeing this change in plans as an inconvenience to his day.

“Fine.” He replied flatly, looking at his brother and sister-in-law. They looked slightly annoyed with the change in plans but knew no one could go above the King. They nodded, looked at each other, and her father spoke.

“Next week.”

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It was late. Y/N knew that. It had to be at least 1 AM, and everyone was asleep. Everyone except her and a few Red servants. She should be sleeping herself, but her mind was racing. She couldn’t help but think that this marriage was going to be the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Tossing and turning, somehow never finding a comfortable spot or position to sleep in, she was so frustrated that she could cry. But it was when she thought about running away for the fifth time that night that she decided some warm milk may help her sleep. She threw on her robe, tying it tight in an attempt to help soothe her in case she might run into someone on her way to the kitchens. Mindlessly walking through the halls, she kept her steps light and quiet. She passed guards, some she recognized and some she didn’t. Regardless of that, she nodded and smiled kindly to them all, even when most didn’t even acknowledge her.

Rounding a corner near one of the dining rooms, she looked up from her feet. It was a good thing she had, locking her eyes on a certain blonde guard who she was determined to stay away from until their wedding. Y/N stopped in her tracks, deciding she would take the longer route to the kitchens if it meant not having to walk past him. She turned quickly wanting to get out of that situation as quickly as she could. She would have gotten away too, if it hadn’t been for the table that was directly behind her. She ran right into it, her hip hitting the edge, both making the table move about an inch and what was sure to be a giant bruise right on her side. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, knowing at least five guards had seen it happen.

“Y/N?” When she heard her name come from his mouth, she cringed. Facing him, she noticed his hand on the hilt of his dagger. She scoffed, narrowing her eyes. She didn't say a word to him yet when she started to walk away from the hall, she heard his footsteps following her. She sighed, walking faster. Of course, he caught up to her, his legs being longer and faster than hers. They fell in step together, no one saying a word for a few moments.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lucas asked her with a soft voice. She knew he was trying to be kind to her, knew he was trying his best not to piss her off, but the question just made her angrier about their arrangement. She didn’t know why. He hadn’t directly done anything to her. Maybe it was just the circumstances, but the only thing she felt towards him was resentment.

“I can’t.” She answered quickly, voice just as quiet as her steps. Lucas waited for her to elaborate, but when Y/N hadn’t spoken again, he knew she wanted the subject dropped. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“Why?” This time, Y/N glared at him. She crossed her arms over her stomach, manicured nails catching Lucas’ attention. He smiled slightly at the light peach color.

“You know why.” She bit back, balling her hands into fists. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes from the frustration. The last thing she wanted was for Lucas to see her cry so she angled her head away from him. Lucas’ heart broke at her answer. While he wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the whole situation, it wasn’t the worst thing, was it? Was the idea of marrying him really that horrible? He didn’t understand what he had done to make the sweetest girl had known hate him so much.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, not just for the marriage, but for his family, for her family, for anything he had done to anger her. Instead of calming her, it did the opposite. Her eyes flared with irritation and she whipped her head to him. The tears had since fallen, any evidence of them having been wiped away by Y/N. Lucas leaned away when he saw the look on her face.

“For what? For having to marry me? For letting your family treat me the way they do? Or is it for the fact that you can’t even hear me crashing into a table without reaching for your weapons?” Y/N burst out, voice louder than before. She saw the doors to the kitchen just ahead, thankful that their time together would soon be over. Just as she went to reach for the door, Lucas’ hand fell onto her shoulder. They locked eyes, Y/N seeing that the softness in his eyes had been replaced by a burning fire of annoyance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re mad about that?” He was angry, only a bit. He couldn’t believe that the little moment in the hallway would really have stuck with her that much.

“Yeah, I am! You can’t even try to solve a problem without resorting to violence!” Her voice was getting louder and by that point a few Red servants had opened the kitchen doors a crack to see who was making such noise at that hour.

“It’s my job, Y/N. I have to protect the royal family, the kingdom of Norta! The Scarlet Guard is running around and I wasn’t sure if they had broken in.” He seethed back.

“Spare me the bullshit, Lucas.” She scoffed out. “You’re just like the rest of them. You’d rather kill first, ask questions later, if it makes your life easier.” Y/N pulled away from him, ignoring the way her arm felt colder without his touch. Lucas didn’t move. He couldn’t believe what she had said. He was kind, was he not? He still couldn’t figure out why she was acting so cold towards him, why she could be loving towards everyone else but couldn’t even find a way to act civil with him. After a moment of contemplation, he entered the kitchens.

Red servants milled about, preparing vegetables and meats to be cooked in the morning. They ducked their heads when he passed, acknowledging his rank as a Silver guard. He spotted Y/N in the corner, chatting with an older Red as she waited for milk to warm. She was smiling, talking kindly with the woman. After pouring the liquid into a cup, she bid the woman goodnight before exiting out a different set of doors. Lucas followed her, keeping himself a few steps behind in an attempt to keep her calm. It didn’t work.

“Don’t follow me.” She spoke over her shoulder, continuing to walk. As the walked, Lucas looked to the other guards in the halls. They raised their eyebrows to him, eyes full of amusement. They knew the two were betrothed to one another. They also knew that, for whatever reason, Y/N couldn’t stand the Samos male.

“I’m just making sure you make it back to your room safely, as I would for anyone else.” He told her.

“I’m not completely helpless. I can protect myself.”

“You’re not helpless.” Lucas echoed back. Y/N didn’t speak again after that, not knowing what to say to that. It sounded as if he thought she was more than a little Nymph girl who had once cried when Instructor Arven told her she was weak.

They reached her door together, Lucas having caught up with her somewhere along the way. She stepped inside, eyes flitting to the ground so she didn’t have to look at him. As she closed the door, she heard one last thing from him.

“See you next week."

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