#gregory x reader

Yandere Prefect 4 Hc's

Edgar Redmond

🦊Whilst it is no secret that women have been swooning for Edgar Redmond for many years now, the young man has still yet to set his own sight on a fitting partner. As he is very familiar with the adoration of women being handed freely to him, I do believe he would find himself more inclined to be interested in a partner who doesn't fawn over him at the beginning. Whilst he is definitely confident within his ability to make any heart flutter, he would like to test himself so if you can provide him a challenge, he would greatly appreciate it. After all a person always wants what they do not possess yet throughout the drawn out courtship he grows ever the more determined to ensure that he secures himself as your partner for life. His presence is one that grows steadier with every day as he begins to seek you out. With the beginning of his obsession he starts to understand the poems of old love where the desire to always spend time with the person one loves is described with flowery words. He too would love to spend all of his time with you and the only thing holding him back as of now is Weston College as it is a school for only boys. Needless to say though, the moment he graduates he is planning to claim his place within your life.

​🦊Whilst to some it may appear as cheap, Edgar is relying on his social status a lot. One should use the weapons within his arsenal and being rich and coming from an influencial family happens to be something he has within his own. His looks combined with his gentility and his wealth should already be enough to scare off most of potential other suitors you could have. Comparison is infamously the killer of all joy and he is always ensuring that every other man within your vicinity is going to be compared to him. Naturally he is always the one walking away victoriously in every competition as there are very little areas he would ever be considered below average. With him being such a dazzling option, it is no wonder that he quickly wins over your family. Your parents stand no chance of being suspicious, not when he offers the most prospective future as a future husband. There is little Edgar needs to do himself as your parents are ecstatic when he vocalises his infatuation with you. Only a few honeyed words are all that is really needed before they are dancing to his music as the pressure is from that point on being shifted on your shoulders. After all only a fool would truly choose to reject his love.

​🦊Whilst his ego prevents him from truly ever considering others as potential threats, Edgar is very much like a peacock willing to spread his feathers the moment he notices that you are in fact not paying attention to him. His humble words fool no one. He knows he is beautiful enough to have women and men swoon over him and he does enjoy flaunting around, especially when it involves gaining your attention. A dash of flair and drama cannot be absent though as you soon realise. To have any meaningful interaction that lasts, you have to sneak away from him to begin with as he otherwise likes gluing himself to your side during parties and social events as a way of silently claiming you. What a shame it is every time he loses sight of you, red eyes immediately darting over the masses whilst he continues the conversation. The moment he finds you, he excuses himself as he walks towards you. What a walk it is as he flips that blonde hair of his, a smile on his face which would give the ordinary girl a heart attack. Worst of all is that oftentimes he manages to captivate the other person's attention and interest more than you do, allowing him to cut further interaction smoothly off whilst escorting you away already.​

🦊​Whilst he may not be the one who delivered any of the deadly blows killing off Derrick, the vice-headmaster or any of the other boys on that faithful night, Edgar is still a willing accomplice as he believes that the murder of those people was the right thing to do to uphold the principles and traditions of Weston College. That alone definitely shows that he is very much capable of not only looking the other way but actively justifying the act of murder if it serves a greater purpose. Still, this night is one of extremities he is unlikely to encounter much in his life. One shouldn't immediately resort to such ultimate measurements as he is aware enough to realise that not even someone of his status would be eternally protected by his wealth if he would make murder a too common habit. His influence and wealth itself is already quite a good way of ensuring that most potential troublemakers are already being kept away. There are few things in life which cannot be fixed with money and the right connections yet the unfortunate time he has spent with Derrick has still tought him to cling to his ideals. He is not going to bully the weak. He is going to pass fair judgement to all those who provide hurdles and deal with it with grace. He refuses to be as deprived as his former fag.

🦊​Whilst he would hate to brag too much, he does believe that a beauty like you deserves only the best life with the most outstanding husband. He happens to be a young and outstanding man with the status, the money and the adoration brimming within his heart all only for you. One would have to wonder then who else could be a more fitting match for you than him. It is not like Edgar is ever going to make it easier for potential other suitors as he is making sure that he is going to be the most obvious choice if he cannot truly guarantee that he is the only one. Honestly though, he wouldn't be fully offended if you'd have other suitors as it would show his supreme taste by falling in love with a woman who has captivated other hearts besides his own. However, he would never allow anyone else to truly arise to be a serious competitor within the race to win your hand in marriage. The option to choose a marriage which isn't fully based on mutual consent is there and he knows he could just grasp it but his chivalry holds him back. Because this far easier option is always there is he all the more determined to have you agree on your own choice to choose him and marry him. Still, isn't it still cheating if he drives all other competition out of his way?

🦊​Wherever he ends up taking you, he ends up being the star of the show. Unsurprising really considering that he is basically glowing with beauty. You often end up being ignored, dismissed or verbally dragged through the dirt as jealous people naturally wonder how someone has bland as you could have possibly caught his eyes. Most of the time you use such chances to slip away and finally have a moment of peace. Unfortunately there are moments where you somehow end up feeling jealous at times though you swallow it down. Unfortunately for you Edgar still notices and as much as he is showering you in love afterwards, a small part of him thrives secretly on the knowledge that you do feel possessive of him at times. As a man who caters greatly to the appearance of himself and others, he is very finnicky when it comes to your wardrobe. He has a habit of colour-matching your outfits and accessories to his own clothes every day as yet another way to silently show others that you are already his. It is of no great shock to you when he ends up making sure to dress you up in lots of red as it happens to be his favourite colour. It is even the colour of the gemstone embedded within your wedding ring later on.

Lawrence Bluewer

🦉​Initially it is a nuisance. Lawrence has always been a man who loves his personal schedules and hates unforeseen events which inevitably end up ruining all of his carefully planned actions and events. He isn't someone who deals well with spontaneous situations as he needs to plan everything out. So his obsession ends up being high on the list of things which currently give him an active headache. His studies are his everything as his grades in Weston College are his proudest achievement yet suddenly thoughts of meticulous studying get thrown out of the window as thoughts of you instead replace him. Numerous are the times where he was diligently doing his homework only to suddenly space out as images of you infiltrated his mind, pen hovering uselessly above the paper as he got absorbed into focusing on every little detail of yours. He greatly chasitses himself within his mind the moment he snaps out of this daze and realises that he just wasted 10 minutes encouraging thoughts including you. As the Prefect of the Blue House he has to set the example for other students and so he naturally concludes that he should absolutely not let anyone else know of his problem. Well, he doesn't want to see it as a problem. Just as a variable to which he has not found a solution yet.

🦉​As the thoughts pile up within his mind and Lawrence discovers to his quiet horror that his focus is suffering as a consequence, he decides to empty his mind somehow. So he begins to write it all down. All of his observations, his theories and his everyday development involving his obsession are neatly and meticulously written down within a notebook he forbids anyone else from ever touching as it contains his most deprived and shameful secrets. Painfully drawn sketches of an expression you made he just cannot get out of his mind and tries to replicate desperately or a sentence you said that stuck within his mind as well as detailed paragraphs detailing his observations on your habits and the subtle gestures you subconsciously do whenever you feel different emotions. His feelings stop to be just an obsession to transcend a new kind of lecture entirely only he studies diligently. It is only logical after all that he would eventually end up having an interest to court the very woman who has such a prominent hold on his mind. For him to hold himself up to the high standards he has for himself though, he needs to first of all learn everything about you. Only the most devoted man is deserving of marrying the woman he loves and he adamant to excel in all of his studies.

🦉​Jealousy is such a pesky emotion as it has nothing to do with his beloved logic. For no matter how much he studies all potential opponents, this ugly feeling still ends up resurrecting within his chest the moment he happens to watch a conversation between you and somebody else. Thoughts which lack any logic infiltrate his mind as his body and mind begin to feel uneasy. A lack of control within a man who loves to micromanage and therefore an event he absolutely despises every single time it happens to him. Life could be so much easier if he could just go without being tempted by such ridiculous feelings of insecurities yet Lawrence happens to be aware of his own shortcomings. He knows he can never compete on a physical level with someone like Herman yet it is this awareness which at least enables him to not let himself be tempted into a ridiculous chaalenge which would only end with him losing face in front of you. Instead he resorts to passive-aggressive criticism. All lack of propriety and regulations are pointed out by him immediately as he begins to analyse for all the small mistakes. From a lack of etiquette to the colours of the clothes being mismatched, he excells in petty comments which get under someone's skin quietly.

🦉​He too is an accomplice within the murder that takes place on that night within Weston College and has sworn to not only never tell anyone about it but to also choose to believe that Herman and the other prefects are doing the right thing. Tradition must absolutely be uphold or else honor will end up dying in its place. With that willingness in mind though, Lawrence too knows that murder must only be used when all other options have been exhausted. It should never be the sole solution as it is resourcefulness that is going to prevail. One should always have multiple options up their sleeves as relying on only one joker is a gamble he is unwilling to take. As soon as he graduates he knows that he must establish many meaningful connections so that he has hold of multiple strings he can always pull whenever he finds himself faced with trouble. Best of all would be obviously to work so that he is never going to face any hurdles which might be of danger to him. Such is his urge to painfully micromanage everything within his life that it eventually catches up to you too as Lawrence begins to manage your daily life too. Every slip of etiquette is corrected and privately criticised by him and every activity you wish to do must be something communicated beforehand.

🦉 It certainly doesn't hurt to make himself familiar with all the options he has beforehand yet Lawrence still chooses the traditional one where he courts you until you agree to marry him. It is time after all to prove that the many nights he spent painstakingly writting down all of his observations within a growing pile of notebooks were not for naught. It is time to put all of his accumulated theoretical knowledge into practical use by finally properly interacting with you and striving to establish a personal connection with you. His seven sisters are one factor which is hard to control though as they happily lend many helping hands the moment they realise their brother approaching you during events. His carefully structured plans are turned upside down yet he is never going to utter one ill word about any of his sisters. Instead he will have to quietly bite his tongue and do what he abhors most: continuing without a detailed plan in mind. His sister's spontaneous involvement happens to be your favourite version of him though as he is forced to stir away from his normally uptight position. The moment the two of you are left alone, he is working within a script he has written beforehand once more, every question and compliment planned beforehand.

​🦉​It is very difficult to plan something spontaneously with him. If you wish to do anything you often have to inform him a week beforehand so that he can make time within a schedule which is always so packed full. Lawrence is a kind of person who always needs to work on something or else he feels like he is wasting time which makes a relationship not always easy. Add to that the habit of always sticking to a schedule and applying that logic to you too and arguments definitely do arise at times as you are tired of being confined by a plan of your daily life which he always creates himself. It also doesn't help that he tends to act so belittling whenever you end up getting mad for a moment or two as if treating you like a small child is going to make you any less mad. His seven sisters are honestly a blessing though as they fully understand your troubles and without even being aware of their brother's obsession end up helping to balance his worst traits out. They encourage him allow you to pursue your hobbies without always needing to inform him beforehand and push him to be more spontaneous at times too. Not that they could ever change the core of Lawrence's obsession but they at least soften the edges somewhat.

Herman Greenhill

🦁​As a dignified young man, Herman holds his own share of belief which are as unbending and as hard as steel. He values principles of old times and dignity which do blend in with his obsession he later on manifests in your presence. One could say still that he is quite thick-headed as he doesn't realise that his own obsession is too much at times and it may very well be something he will never be able to figure out, neither on his own nor with the assistance of others. After all it is perfectly normal that one holds the intense wish to protect the lady he has chosen to love and adore for the rest of his life. As Herman is part of the Green House which is famous for excelling in physical sports, he relies on his physical strength a lot. Whilst he has also been taught the value of negotiation, it is always good to know that in ugly scenarios he can trust his physical abilities to protect you and shield you from harm. As a man of old traditions though, there are obviously values he places on you too as he expects you to behave in ways still fitting for a lady. Such restrictions can be limiting, especially if you happen to be the free-spirited type who feels suffocated by society's expectations.

🦁It is not all utterly bad still. There are no such insulting expectations that of you being the frail and shy wife who always obediently dotes on her husband. Herman holds a handful of expectations he has had already for members of the Green House and extends them towards you. He expects you to speak confidently as he believes that it is important that you will know how to fend for yourself at least verbally by not allowing yourself to be intimidated or degraded. He may also allow you to pursue more physical hobbies traditionally only enjoyed by men though he is going to be more finicky as he doesn't want you to get hurt as a result of being too reckless. Virtues such as loyalty are still expected and you must still make his family and his name proud as his wife. If you manage to fulfill such expected duties though, you may continue with your free time as you wish. However, keep in mind that Herman does not always tell you what it is he expects of you, forcing you to occasionally have to guess what it is he wishes of you. In his mind he has already made himself clear after all, leaving him with the expectation that you who has absorbed his virtues should naturally be able to conclude what his desires are.

​🦁​A lion does not concern himself with flies. If there is one thing Herman has consistently going for him, it is his confidence within his own abilities as much as the ability to shoo of other people who wish to fawn over you. He may in fact be inclined to not mind at all if people express their adoration in a tasteful manner. As a man who has built his life on honor and principles, he has been taught how a man should behave in front of a lady and he is adamant to pass those teachings on to all men who will come after him. Compliments spoken to you are after all praise he wouldn't deprive you of - especially since it allows his own pride to be subtly stroked as he is your husband and has wed you. The one thing where he is bound to get competitive though is the one aspect he has always prided himself in. The moment physical activities are involved and you may end up admiring another man, Herman feels that dreadful sting of jealousy within his stomach. As a former prefect of the Green House in Weston College he has never been bested in physical strength and that is a tradition he would like to continue. Numerous sports he has picked up simply because you expressed awe for the men competing in them all to earn your admiration back.

🦁Admiration if addressed with the deserved amount of respect is always admired and welcomed. The moment such boundaries are stepped over even the slightest, Herman activates his guard dog mode. He doesn't like when people dismiss the ring on your finger and the status of a married woman you hold, leading him to cut any interaction short as he feels the need to insert himself and clearly declare that he is your husband. If a man gives off a strange vibe and has an unsavory reputation already, he is often stirring you away from him before you even get the chance to be left alone with such unworthy company. From all former prefects Herman is most likely to get physical as it may not be surprising to hear. His strength has always been his greatest asset and it has become he naturally relies on a lot even if he is doing his best to never deny his other duties that come with bearing his family name and being a former pupil within Weston College. Still, it was him who swung the first bat that killed Derrick and it was him who took over most of the physical violence during that night. Maintaining the honor and traditions is everything and it is a matter over which he is willing to spill blood in the worst case.

🦁​Your family can hardly fault him for everything as Herman holds himself up to the rules set for any man who aspires to be a gentleman. He takes the valued old path of wooing you the traditional way which includes naturally impressing your family and especially your father as well. With his family background, academic graduation and his body build as well as his excellent manners he immediately earns your family's favor. Through the eyes of others he appears to be the respectable future husband who will be able to protect you, look after you and cherish you. All his obsessive tendencies are restricted by the rules he has set for himself and without him even being aware of his obsession, it allows him to never be suspected nor detected. It would only be after marriage that his expectations and more controlling tendencies would slowly reveal themselves as now he is your husband and thus bears full responsibility for you and any harm that may come your way. Yes, you may enjoy sports he practices in his free time but only in company - most preferably his company. As a man who values fairness though, you can at the very least be assured that you will never be suspected to paranoia uncalled for or suffocating clinginess.

🦁​During Weston College his favourite activity during free time has already been weight lifting to improve his own strength. That hobby continues even into marriage as you aren't unfamiliar to the sight of him in his training room, body glistening with sweat as he tirelessly continues with his training schedule. You also aren't unfamiliar to his occasional request of assisting him too. Initial assumptions of yours that he wishes for you to cheer him on or help him to count his sets are soon proven wrong though as you find out that he intends for you to be a substitute to the weight he usually lifts. So you soon find yourseld being lifted up in his arms as he does squads whilst keeping a secure hold on him. Generally speaking you are no stranger to being lifted up and twirled around as Herman subconsciously shows off his strength to you whenever he gets the chance to do so. His fitness obsession may eventually catch up to you too as he may wish to oversee your own training schedule too, becoming your unofficial coach as he assists you in lifting light weight. It is important to maintain a healthy body after all. His training can be quite grueling as he likes to do it for a long time, leaving your limbs sore the following day even if the weight itself wasn't too difficult.

Gregory Violet

🐺​Inspiration is the lifeline of every artist. Few people are as skilled in different arts as Gregory is and he is eccentric as every good artist should be. All it takes is a spark to lit an inferno within an artist. All it takes is a moment for Gregory to immediately be captivated by you. All it takes is that one moonlit night where he has crammed himself in a corner, body hunched over as he is sketching the nightsky when you come along. Dressed in a simple dress and your face furrowed in frustration. Why you are there or who you even are, Gregory doesn't know. He has no intention to ask you either nor let you know that he is there too as he wishes to be left alone to focus on his drawing. That is when you begin to move though. Jagged and sharp movements, a strange dance unlike anything he has ever witnessed. Your body tenses, your arms flap around and your body stiffens and loosens with every movement. Dancing is something Gregory despises yet its those movements which immediately catch his attention for it is unlikely everything he has ever seen as only the night and he are witnesses to your strange dance. He starts sketching before he even realises it himself, the pencil moving across the page to capture your silhouette.

🐺​Smudged ink across paper. Colour staining the tips of his fingers. Pens and pencils scattered across his desk. From that night on, you become Gregory's muse. The fire is lit and he has to create to contain the flames somewhat as poems about the strange girl in the moonlight and sketches and paintings are made so that he may never forget the dance he got to witness that night. His walls are covered in the paintings yet no one within the Purple House truly questions it when younger students catch a glimpse of his room as everyone is a bit weird within that dorm. Every time he holds an utensil within his hands, he has to draw you as if his mind is unable to recall anything else but you. He uses the dirt on the ground after it has rained, he uses the powdery sugar to draw your face on the cake and one time he even wondered if he'd be able to draw you with his own blood. Stalking you has become a routine he follows religously, always hiding from your sight as he clutches a stack of paper against his chest. He must never look away nor must he blink whilst watching over you as he may miss the crease of your brows or the way the corners of your lips quirk upward when you are amused by something. Even if his eyes burn, he will not blink.

🐺​An artist has the unfortunate desire to hide the spark of his obsession to himself and Gregory is no exception. He despises when others block you, depriving him to look at you. He despises when others become aware of your talents and your unique ways of expressing yourself, threatening to steal away his muse from him. However, as a man who usually despises confrontation Gregory often remains hidden within his corner as his grip on his pen tightens. His jealousy is expressed through his sketches as his ugly feelings come to life on paper. The center of his paintings is always you yet the distorted figures around you add a disturbing feeling to the otherwise beautiful picture, their faces covered in black and red. His jealousy lingers days after too as he expresses himself only to his paper and never to you. This leaves the other prefects to deal with his moody behavior afterwards as he mutters to himself like he has gone lunatic, brewing strange concoctions as if he is planning to poison everyone who breathes the same air as you. You can expect that none of the other prefects are thrilled to play babysitter for him in such moments. If he admires you, he should just approach you.

🐺Differently from his other prefect friends, Gregory expresses his ill will not through passive aggressive insults or conversations but through his artistic skills. Envy is known to poison the man's heart and he succumbs quickly to his envy and his inability to tolerate dull lights anywhere near your radiant presence. Disturbing drawings find their way to other men who hang around you, often accompanied by letters with smudged ink detailing observations Gregory made by stalking said other man. Confrontation may not be something he is overly fond of but blackmailing others whilst remaining anonymous certainly seems to be something he is capable of. He may even end up studying magic and witchcraft. Nothing more than stuff out of fairy tales made to scare children - according to other people at least. If there is even a slim chance though that this may work and he may end up cursing someone who is attempting woo you​, it is time worth spending. This too is a form of art after all and Gregory excells in art. What difference does it make then? Allow him to draw sigils and symbols with his own blood if it is required of him whilst he is chanting in Latin all in hopes of cursing other men close to you with incurable demises.

🐺​Gregory lets you know of his existence through his art first. It is the first step of courage he takes as he yearns to soon be privileged to bask within your presence. He may even express this idea to his friends who all quickly volunteer to help him choose what exactly he is going to send to you. A simple task, no? Wrong. So very wrong when they are confronted with piles of paintings and poems all dedicated to you. It is a sheer paper hazard and some of the works Gregory has made are quite disturbing though he personally cannot understand why Edgar is close to horrified by some of his drawings and Lawrence and Herman are scandalised when they stumble upon nude drawings of you. Is it not normal to envision one's muse in all her glory and beauty? God knows what Gregory would have sent you if it wouldn't have been for the other prefects filtering through his art before settling on the poems and drawings which will flatter and not disturb you. All of them quietly dread the day Gregory decides to follow his own instincts to woo you as there is a chance he may scare you off by revealing the full depth of his obsession. He is already disturbing his rivals with his drawings. A muse deserves an artist who can capture her brilliance.

“Nothing.” Gregory mumbled out, pulling the blanket a bit more to himself. Hyacinth curled up a devious smile. Removing her hands from under her chin to tackle the blanket. Diving her hands underneath. “Hyacinth!” Gregory called out, trying to keep her hands out. 

Giggling, she searched around over the mattress. “Stop!” Gregory freaked out. Pulling a hand from underneath it by her wrist. When he reached for the other one, her hand dove back under. Laughing loudly. “Hyacinth! Stop!” He panicked. His sister called it out, snatching a few pages from underneath his blanket. Holding them proudly up. 

Giggling, she rolled over. Gasping loud. “Dearest Gregory.” She read out loud. Having a slight laugh at it. “Hyacinth!” Gregory called out, reaching out for her. Hyacinth rolled out of bed, chuckling at the treasure she was holding. Reading a few lines out loud to her own amusement. 

“Give it back!” Gregory demanded, holding his hand out to her. She just gasped more, turning to another page. “Give it back now!” His voice raged. Tensing his jaw, he had to take matters into his own hands. Pushing the covers away, he got out of bed. Rushing around the bed to her. “Hyacinth! Those are private!” He let out with one final warning. 

“Are you in love brother?” She asked with pouty lips. The letters pressed to her chest. “Shut it!” Gregory yelled, grabbing for his letters. Hyacinth still held onto them. Clenching his jaw, Gregory pulled harder. Stumbling back onto the mattress. Moving his hand up to his face. 

Eyes widening at half the papers he was holding. Jumping back up, seeing the other end in his sister’s hands. Shockingly she lowered her hand. Gregory blinked rapidly, suppressing an outburst. “Get out!” He shouted, snatching the papers from his sister. “I…I am sorry…”Hyacinth replied with a trembling lip. Never her intentions to ruin it. She only wanted a bit of fun with him. 

“Out!” Gregory gave her a push. Too enraged to have her around. Hyacinth wiped a tear away. Running out of his room. Gregory exhaled deep at the torn pieces in his hands. Sinking to his knees, he held them close to his chest. Sniffling softly, chin lowered to his chest. There was another knock, making Gregory wipe his cheeks dry. “Mister Bridgerton…” John spoke, falling silent at the scenery. 

“She…she tore them…” He cried out with a sob. John hastened to his side. “I’ll mend them…nothing is lost yet, Mister Bridgerton.” John soothed, slowly taking the letters from him. Helping him up by his arms. “C’mon mister Bridgerton.” Touching his forehead briefly. “You are feeling better.” Muttering to himself. John helped him get dressed. Tugging the letters safely away. 

Hyacinth rushed to him upon his entry in the parlor. “I am truly sorry…” She apologized with her hands behind her back. Gregory simply brushed past her. Hyacinth turned to her mother with glossy eyes. Violet shaking her head to leave him be. Sniffling soft, she sought comfort with Eloise. Eloise was already holding her arms open to her. Gregory went to sit by the piano, pressing the same key depressingly. 

“Gregory, I said I was sorry.” Hyacinth let out. Gregory turned to his mother. “Mother, will you tell her I do not accept any lousy apologies.” He said. Violet’s gaze going from her son to her daughter. Hyacinth crossed her arms. “I am right here! Talk to me!” She called out.

“Mother, will you please tell her I do not wish to speak to her.” Gregory completely ignored Hyacinth. Hyacinth jumped up with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry! Are you truly not going to speak to me?” Her voice raspy with emotions. Gregory turned his posture away with a shrug of his shoulders. Sobbing loudly, Hyacinth ran out. 

Violet sighed defeated. “Was that truly necessary?” She asked, hands on her hips. “Was her tearing my letters really necessary?” Gregory responded stating his point. With a sarcastic glance, he gave his final word. Violet batting her gaze upwards with a deep exhale.

Hyacinth ran up to her room, pulling out papers from her desk. Blinking the tears away. Wiping a hand over the paper to dry any fallen stains on it. Taking ink, she began to write. Hoping it would grant her forgiveness for her foolish actions. 

Hyacinth hated the silence. At every occasion her brother ignored her. Leaving her unable to utter one word without him leaving. The silent treatment was agonizing. Her eyes got glossy at the sudden sight of a beloved sister. “Francesca!” She called out, walking up to her with open arms.

Francesca chuckled surprisingly upon her sister’s hug. “Whatever is the matter, sister?” Stroking her sister’s head. “I’ve done something stupid and now Gregory won’t ever forgive me for it.” She spoke, rubbing her head against her sister's chest. “I’m sure it will pass.” Francesca answered, giving her back a good rub. 

“I’m not so sure this time…” Hyacinth replied, lifting her head up. Both their heads turned upon Gregory’s arrival. “Francesca.” Gregory greeted. Barely giving Hyacinth a glance before heading for the sweets laid out. “See…” Hyacinth whispered to her.

Francesca pulled her in for a soothing hug. Heads turning once more when Mrs. Wilson entered. “A letter Ma’am.” She spoke with a curtsy at Francesca. “For…Gregory.” Averting her gaze to the young man. 

Gregory nearly dropped the macron he was biting in. Quickly wiping his hands clean before receiving the letter. Shakily he opened it. Breathing satisfied. “It’s from Y/n.” He said. Francesca quirked her eyebrow cheekily up to Hyacinth. “Who is this Y/n?” She asked.

“I’m invited to the royal gardens.” He said out loud with slight shock. “Am I missing something?” Francesca questioned. Hyacinth kept her arms around her sister, smiling widely. Gregory lowered the letter with a glance. “She’s asked I forgive you.” He spoke. “I suppose this is your idea then?” Holding the letter up. Hyacinth gave him a faint smile. “I am truly sorry, Gregory…” 

Gregory sighed loud, opening his arms to her. Hyacinth ran up to him, jumping into his arms. “Alright, you might not be entirely an annoyance.” Patting her on the head. “Is someone still going to explain to me who this Y/n is?” Francesca begged to know.

“The queen’s goddaughter.” Violet answered upon her entry. Francesca’s mouth dropping to a gawk. “I’ve been invited to the royal gardens. Y/n is feeling much better.” He said proudly to his mother. Francesca turned her head with a twinkling smile at her. 

Gregory’s knee trembled almost the entire carriage ride. Violet curled up a smile, turning her head away from her son’s lovesickness. He moved to the edge of the seat, staring outside. The palace rising up on the horizon. “I’m coming Y/n.” Muttering under his breath. Almost too excitingly he got out of the carriage.

Apologizing to John for nearly knocking the door against his face. John moved a hand up, lowering his head with a smile. Gregory was a bit disappointed you weren’t waiting for him. Just Brimsley on the steps. Brimsley neared, bowing to them. “Mister Bridgerton, you are requested in the gardens.” He spoke, gesturing to the side. 

Curling up a giddy smile, he took his leave. “Tea, Lady Bridgerton?" Brimsley offered. “Well, yes.” Violet answered, following him. The queen hurried Violet over to come join her. Violet confusingly came sitting by her side.

“Your majesty.” She began, blinking surprised at the sudden shush of her majesty. Queen Charlotte gestured somewhere in the front. Her goddaughter sitting by the fountain. Taking a cookie, she chuckled amusingly, settling in for the excitement when young Gregory came into sight.

“Y/n!” Gregory called out, hurrying over to you. You got up, meeting him half-way. Hands close to his chest. “Are you alright?” You asked. Gregory asked the same thing, holding you by your elbows. Both laughing quietly. Shyly he ran his fingers through his hair.

You gestured for him to follow you. Clearing his throat softly, he fell in your step. Hands behind his back. Admiring the gardens for a moment. “Have you forgiven your sister yet?” You asked. Gregory hummed loud. “Oh…uhm…yes…” Scratching his chin nervously. 

Smiling, you revealed a folded package of letters. “This is for compensation.” Offering him the letters. Gregory gawked at the letters, then at you. Nodding you wanted him to accept it. Taking them, he pressed them briefly to his chest. “Miss Y/n, you are a God’s gift.” Complimented you for being so considerate.

Looking bashful away from his compliment. Gregory’s eyes wandered around. straying from you. Returning with a flower, handing it over to you. You gestured for Gregory to assist himself. Slightly parting his lips he let out a breath. Slowly moving his hand to your head. Tugging the flower behind your ear. 

Swaying with your hips, you looked shyly down. Gregory cleared his throat, offering you his arm. “A true gentleman offers his lady an arm on a promenade.” He spoke. Chuckling softly, you accepted it. Strolling down the gravely path through the garden.

Straying further away out of sight of the palace. “Miss Y/n, I am truly sorry I caused you to be sick.” Gregory spoke. “That is alright, Gregory. I received lovely letters as a compromise.” Laying your head sweetly against his arm. Gregory grinning from ear to ear. 

Gasping loud, you had a sudden thought. “I want to show you something.” Saying before pulling him along by his arm. Nearly tripping over his own feet to keep up. Running with you. You reached a hidden place, taking his hand before going under the archway. Gregory gasping in blissfulness at the beautiful scenery.

Flowers of all colours all around. A greenery paradise. By the thick oak tree hung a wooden swing. Self-made. Pulling Gregory with you to it. Taking the ropes in your hand, you sat down. “My mother and Godmother built it with the King.” You told him. Gregory came standing behind you, gently pushing you. Laughing as you felt like flying. 

Slowly down, you patted the place beside you. Gregory came sitting with you, facing you. Swing gently rocking from the movement. Smiling, you gazed at him. Gregory smiling right back.

Getting lost in each other’s eyes. Gregory swallowed thickly. “Why do you always make it seem so easy?” He spoke. “What?” You answered with a smile. “Falling in love with you.” Gregory finished. Your lips parted with a slight shock. Gregory’s eyes lowering to your lips.

Taking another thick swallow. Your gaze wandered down too. Simultaneously leaning in. Nearing with anticipation. Smiling bashfully when Gregory lifted your hand up. Leaving a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

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You sat in the art room with Gregory, lightly chatting with him as he sketched away. You kept trying to sneak glances at what he was working on, only to be stopped as he clutched the leather bound sketchbook to his chest, an almost unreadable expression on his face as he'd shake his head.

"Come on, Gregory! Please let me see what you're drawing. Pleaseeeeee?" you begged, your boyfriend rolling his eyes as he shook his head once again.

"No, it's not done." he said the same thing the last time you asked and the time before that. You frowned, laying down and resting your head in his lap (you two were sitting on the floor).

You could see his concentration break a little as a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, his eyes glancing down at you for a split second before he went back to drawing. So you decided to patiently wait, rather than continuing to pester him about it.

"Gregory, would you ever draw me?" you asked, messing around with the rings on your fingers.

Gregory stopped mid pencil stroke and glanced down at you, your eyes meeting his.

"Depends..." he muttered, his two toned hair falling in his eyes a bit.

"On what?" you asked, reaching your hand up to move the black and white wisps away from his violet eyes before letting it settle on his cheek.

Gregory was obviously affected by your actions, his cheeks warm to the touch. Gregory didn't answer and instead, placed his sketchbook down. He gently held your hand that rested on his cheek and kissed the inside of your palm, your heart skipping a beat.

"You really want to see what I've been drawing?" he mumbled into your hand, your head nodding.

He let go of your hand and picked up his sketchbook again, flipping to the page he'd been working on for what seemed like hours.

"Here..." you took it, your fingertips brushing against his for a moment. When you turned it right side up, you felt like your heart would burst. On the page was a drawing....of you.

You were smiling brightly, your eyes half closed as a result. He'd done an amazing job capturing the likeness of your face, it was as if you were looking at a photograph.

"Gregory....this is beautiful..." you muttered, still surprised by the drawing.

"I was going to give it to you on your birthday, but since you were so eager to see it-" you mentally slapped yourself as he said that, realizing you'd ruined his surprise.

"This was going to be my birthday gift? Oh...I-I'm sorry I ruined the surprise...." you hung your head, feeling bad that your impatience got the best of you.

You felt gregory place a hand on your shoulder, telling you to look up at him. And when you did, he cupped your cheek, just like you'd done to him. You knew he wasn't very keen on physical affection, but he was slowly getting used to it.

"Don't beat yourself up over it. I can always make you a new one." he reassured you, a small smile on his lips.

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, catching him a bit off guard. But he still hugged you back, gently holding you as you two sat on the floor of the art room.

"You're the best partner I could ever ask for." you hummed and gregory felt his heart warm up. He really did love you a lot, more than he could say. "I'm glad my sketch made your day." 🎨

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worst, was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focused hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him, your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

Of course, you call him nicknames as well such as my prince, darling, handsome man, prince charming, and Sir-Loves-A-Lot.

I feel like Alcyrst would be nervous before and even after you officially have a relationship with him. Citrinne and Lapis are his wingmen or wingwomen in this case. They both love and support you both and want nothing more than to see Alcyrst happy. :)

Alcyrst just loves to cuddle with you although he might be too shy to ask for cuddles. He wouldn't bring it up, especially at the start of your relationship and instead would wait for you to mention it. But when he gets more comfortable except to cuddle this boy a lot!

M!Alear

I mentioned cuddling with Alcyrst but with Alear? You might as well be cuddling this boy all day! It's like you mind tho you love cuddling up to your sleepy dragon prince!

Of course, you know this boy's love for animals knows no bounds! After every battle, he'll look around the area to bring back any animals to the Sommiel. This can range from Cats, Dogs, Rabbits, and even Sheep!

You would also be one of the lucky ones to revive an Emblem Ring from Alear! (Whoever that Emblem Ring is up to you!) Alear knows even in battle if he can't protect you the Emblem Ring will.

Of course, since you're in a relationship with Alear that means you also know Sommie! Of course, when you first met Alear you noticed how Sommie followed him around. You found it to be completely and utterly adorable! Of course when Sommie warmed up he'd also follow you around!

Of course, you know how kind Alear is he's the sweetest boy you've ever met! Maybe even too kind can't let people take advantage of his kindness. So just like how he protects you in return you protect him as well!

Gregory

Of course just like Alear and Alcryst Gregory also loves cuddles! Of course, Gregory loves things that are soft and cuddly. So expect to be surrounded by a bunch of plushies while you cuddle!

I feel like Alear Gregory would also like animals. Dogs, rabbits, and sheep are all animals I think he would like. It's a good thing Alear brings back so many animals to the Sommiel. It means animals are never too far away and of course, he loves to hold and cuddle Sommie!

Gregory can be somewhat time and shy especially when first meeting him. However when getting to know him more it's like he's a different person! It makes you happy to see him this way as it shows how much he trusts you.

Of course, you know how much Gregory dislikes pain. It's understandable as no one likes to get hurt. So in battle, you're at his side ready to protect him from danger! Of course, he'll do the same Gregory hates getting hurt but hates it even more when others he cares about get hurt.