Prussia X Reader: Knight in Alabaster

The house was quiet, the residents within both languid and lost in their own little realms. The peace was only interrupted by the ticking of the large grandfather clock, the occasional purrs of her cat, the soft thump of the dog’s tail on the hardwood and the relaxed breathing of all four occupants.

(Y/n) was sprawled across the couch, in a manner her grandmother would have raged about for hours, how her position was nowhere near the way a lady should sit. Gil sat in the armchair beside her, her head tilting back to study him as he read.

His eyes had always fascinated her, ever since that first fateful night in Camden. They weren’t quite red, though the pigment was definitely present. He often joked about being the whitest person that she would ever know; she always wondered if he was displaying traits of a repressed albino allele.

Jules had traits similar as well, and the (h/c) had stared blatantly at the female German many times as she thought on it, always looking for more answers about the eclectic collection of Germans.

But Jules wasn’t here right now, and her thoughts drifted back to the man she had decided to give everything to: heart, thoughts, soul and, should he ever ask her-

She bit her lip, fighting a small smile and the flush that wanted to grow. 

She wished she had more to offer him, honestly.

She frowned and mentally shook her head, letting her thoughts drift back to the original topic: ihr Freund.

 

They often joked about how he reminded them all vaguely of a vampire: he was paler than she was, almost completely silent when he walked and breathed, had an aura of danger and charm that always made heads turn- She frowned, pondering it further.

Through a series of unfortunate events, or perhaps quite fortunate as she finally decided to listen to her damn heart for a change, she ended up seeing the other qualities of a vampire that he displayed:

The swiftness, the strength, the utterly lethal way he could fight and lure people into his web- and the insatiable fondness for constantly licking and nipping her neck.

Here she did blush, fighting a giggle at some of the memories by burying her face into her cat’s fur. The feline did not protest, only gently bopping her ear with his paw for proper cuddles.

She let herself be distracted by the cat for a bit, then fell back into the arm of the couch with a sigh, eyes tracing her boyfriend’s figure once more.
 

His eyes were narrowed in concentration behind his glasses, pale hair a mess after a long day at work. He was still in his dress shirt, though he had spoilt himself a bit by undoing the top buttons and removing his tie- the latter article stolen by his girlfriend and tied around her head like the headband of some ‘80s Kung Fu warrior.
 

His jawline always impressed her as well, though it hadn’t been until a few weeks into their actual acquaintanceship that she truly took inventory of just how fucking attractive he actually was. 

It was all her old roommate’s fault really.

He wasn’t so thin as she thought she would break him for real, despite all her protests stating otherwise when he carried her. His skin still concerned her, stretched so thin in some areas that his bones sometimes shone through- such as his collarbone and spine.

She traced his neck with her eyes, frowning slightly as she observed his breathing, almost sure she could see his pulse-

"You’re staring.”

 She blinked at his teasing tone, narrowing her eyes when she saw the playful smirk, his eyes not even looking up from his book.

“I’m observing. There’s a difference.”

He hummed in pensive deliberation for a moment, silence claiming them once again.

After a few moments, she was certain he was once again lost in his book- it was hard to read upside down German but she’s sure it was Iron Kingdom again- and she went back to her thoughts.

His eyes… They were so intriguing to her. In the past few years- has it nearly been five already? - she had seen them shine with nearly every emotion that humankind had a name for: hatred, bloodlust, hunger, pain, sadness, joy, cockiness, pride, love.

It wasn’t the colour that made them stand out to her. It was eye-catching to say the least- they looked almost red in most lighting, blue in some others. But sitting here in their living room and watching them trace over the pages gave her the realisation that both pigments simply co-existed within them.

She wondered how they could have both red and blue pigments and not look legitimately purple. The scientist that still thrived within her wanted to test his DNA and run as many genetics tests as possible to figure out the intricate details of his coding, but the realistic and still sane part of her said it was a terrible idea.

But dammit it was frustrating her to no end.

He would make a good vampire.

But his personality befit that of someone else. That body was indeed the lithe and dangerously strong frame of a Creature of the Night, but as for who he truly was- 

He was noble, honourable. He respected his elders and was a total gentleman to children. He was loyal to a fault, much to some of her complaints. Her earliest assessments of him being a know-it-all and an arrogant asshole were almost entirely incorrect.

He had his own special code that he followed, one that she had only really read about in tales of King Arthur and her history books.

She had a momentary mental image of him standing in front of some unnamed creature, sword out and helmet long gone, shouting in defence of some poor innocent soul behind him. His posture was strong and determined, ready to attack and defend as necessary, but his face-

She couldn’t stop her arm from extending, lightly pushing some of his messy hair behind his ear. He raised an eyebrow, sliding his bookmark into his paperback, eyes flickering her way.

“What are you doing?”

Her thoughts were still a mile away, and she barely heard her own words. “Just thinking~”

He smiled lightly, turning to kiss her wrist and gently placed a hand above hers. “What about?”

She felt a content smile of her own grow, languid and peaceful. “You.”

She felt slightly pained as his smile fell and he moved, standing up and taking off his glasses. But then it was back and he was kneeling beside the couch, face level with her own. “I hope only good things~”

His tone suggested he was teasing, but his eyes were slightly worried.

“Ja… Only good things.”

He hummed, then leaned forward and rested his head on an empty part of the cushion, watching her with curiosity, reminding her vaguely of their dog. “Care to share?”

She opened her mouth to reply, then closed it to think a little more on the subject. And then the words came. “Just thinking of how much of a knight you really are.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, making him seem more like a little boy than before. “How did you get there of all places?”

She simply smiled, tracing his mandible (jawline to her non-anatomy obsessed acquaintances) once more, trying to ignore the way his eyes seemed to shine in happiness at the act. “I told you: observing.”

He smiled and rolled his eyes fondly, letting out a relaxed sigh. His eyes drifted shut as she decided to lightly play with his hair, the quiet of earlier claiming them once more.

She frowned at his words, as they hinted at a topic she always tried to get him to avoid, wincing at his insecurities.

But she put a smile in her voice anyway: “Ya know some of us princesses don’t like playin’ by the rules.”

He looked up, eyes flashing open in playfulness, her heart skipping a beat at how dark they were. “Would you really be willing to give up all your honour for me, liebling?” His voice lowered and she fought back a shiver as he straightened his posture, practically towering over her. “Because once you make a deal with me, there’s no backing out of it.”

She fought back a small giggle, rolling her eyes. “I meant a fairie tale knight, not a Knight of Hell.”

He let out a soft, disbelieving scoff, eyes still sparkling in humour. “You dare slay your hero’s dreams? Milady!”

He simply hummed, arms slowly and gently encircling her waist. “Oh really? And what’s your conclusion?”

Not a vampire. Not a knight.

“You’re just a demon, here to make my life a living Hell.”

He grinned and gave her a wink, leaning forward and bopping his nose against hers in a failed Eskimo kiss. His native tongue spilled out, making her shiver before he decided to kiss her properly this time: “Anything to serve you, Angel.”

She smiled into the contact, mentally rolling her eyes.

You’re just a complete dork, and I love you.