Honestly i felt like writing something sweet. This is the life he wanted with mc/button (im not sure if i ever explained that he calls the player button). tbh this is what iskren thinks life wouldve been like if you have let him in on wedding night
content: fluff mostly, some lightly suggestive teasing, arranged marriage, a hint of lore
NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED lmao sorry these are my warm ups most days
The setting sun cast a golden glow to the room. Your room sat comfortable in the middle of this grand estate, letting only the bed light fill your room so that you could be bathed in beauty and comfort. And comfortable you were, snuggled up with a book and a notepad you had been using to study. Education at your fingertips, all because that husband of yours adored the way your mind worked.
Speaking of husbands, your door opened, and a blur of white and orange dove head first onto you, knocking your breath out as strong arms wrapped around your middle.
"Iskren" you giggle, his face buried in your stomach, "Darling, let go, you need to bathe." you coo, pushing his head.
He whines as his pristine mask is pressed into his face, "Button... I haven't seen you all day, do you truly expect me not to recoup some of the stolen energy?"
His bottom lip juts out and you roll your eyes, brushing your thumb under his mask. Unfortunately, he decides to lick your palm through the gash in his right cheek.
"Iskren Solnari!" you squeal, ripping your hand back and shoving him off the bed entirely. He laughs, sitting up and wrapping a hand around your ankle.
"Yes, dearest?" his thumb rubs slow circles on the soft skin of your ankle, before he raises your foot up, pressing a kiss to your ankle.
Blood rushes to your cheek and you clear your throat, pressing the back of your hand to your lips as you look away.
"... dearest husband, you smell like sweat and sand-"
"You said you loved my natural musk."
You shoot him a glare, "Go shower you brute!"
Gently you nudge the man with your foot and he chuckles, lifting himself from the floor and leaning over to kiss your cheek.
"Care to join me?" he whispers in your ear, nipping the lobe slightly.
You press a hand to his chest, smiling lovingly into your husbands eyes.
"No." you coo, voice sickeningly sweet.
You tap your pen to the paper, mind wandering back to those first few days after your father had signed away your hand. It was easy to forget your first meeting sometimes. How you two had talked for hours on end, his plans, your laments on not being properly educated. You originally had wanted to hide away, curse the mans name for stealing you from your birthright and your freedom. You door and heart locked from the man who refused to show his face.
The man who was currently humming form the bathroom, the thought made you bite your lip to stifle a small laugh. You had left the door unlocked that night, and like a flame to dry grass, conversation sparked, grew and fanned hotter. You're not quite sure when you grew affection for the man, but he certainly had charmed you.
Some days you wonder what would have happened if you had locked your door that night. Perhaps you would hate him, it was an easy notion to follow. Iskren, your beloved, had a tendency to be quite possessive of you at times. Though time softened those edges.
Iskren finally came back out, mask discarded. He grinned, the hole in his cheek twisting his smile and the scars that marred his face twisted and puckered. You had never seen a more beautiful sight.
"Am i now suitable enough to join you in bed?" he asks gently
You shut your book, playing the pen inside of it.
ugh, some days i can write some days i cant. practice makes perfect though, and i WILL get better
