A Man Of No Consequence (Ardyn x Reader)

In the lap of the Gods

After sundown, you sit in the room waiting for him nervously, part of you wanting to run away, the other part knowing he could easily come and find you if you did. He returns late, with an insatiable thirst, carrying you to bed as soon as he enters the room. He doesn't talk, demanding your body, and you give in, with every part of your being wanting him to possess you. Everything becomes a blur when he's near, he has complete control over you and you're momentarily content in your weakness.

Burying your face into the same satin sheets, arching your back as he takes you from behind, you beg for more with every thrust, crying for him to do it harder. He leans forward, biting your skin, fucking you like a wild animal, as you plead for him to never stop, to never let you go. You've never wanted anyone like this.

He calls you his priestess, his goddess. You try to quiet your moans of pleasure into the sheets, as your body quivers at his power over you, your climax finally releasing all the conflicting emotions you've been holding inside. You lie on the bed, whimpering, bursting to tears without even knowing why.

He falls on the bed next to you, pulling you closer. You cover your face with your hands, trying to hide that you're crying.

"Come now,"he says in a low voice, turning on his back, as your head comes to rest against his chest. You wipe your face dry, listening to his heartbeat. So at least he has a heartbeat. You close your eyes and only listen for a moment. The way he treats you has you constantly on your toes. If everything he's told you is true, you should know he's incapable of offering you anything more, yet you long for him all the time. You hate being so compromised. You hate him for making you love being weak.

"We're heading to Altissia tomorrow," he starts. You lift yourself up on your arm, turning to look at him. He mirrors your movement, leaning his head on his arm.

"Isn't that where you wanted to go?"

"Why?"you ask.

"I have important business there." He stops, studying your face, his expression turning serious. "Are you thinking of running away?"

"I'm sorry if I'm having a bit of an identity crisis!" you respond without thinking. His serious eyes remain on you.

"Then you'll be glad to know Lady Lunafreya is currently staying there. Perhaps I should arrange an audience?"

"For what?" you demand.

"To purge you."

His words give you that sinking feeling once again. To purge...?

"Am I somehow tainted?" you quiz, starting to get angry with him. "What have you done to me that I should be purged?"

"You've made a pact, my dear," he responds, "I thought we'd established that."

You see that smug smile return to his lips. You want to challenge him.

"Am I just a copy of a past lover to you?"

He chuckles at your suggestion.

"Oh no, my dear. You are very much your own. Can you not see how intoxicated I am at the mystery you represent?"

His flattery would normally make you weak, but you remain determined.

"Then I would very much like to talk to Lady Lunafreya."

He sits up, pulling up his trousers nonchalantly.

"So you shall,"he promises. "Now get some sleep."

You feel frustrated at the lack of connection, the lack of communication. You reach out, taking his hand just as he's about to get up.

"Wait."
He turns to look at you, with that same surprised face you remember seeing when you first approached him with your camera. You take his hand to your face, kissing his palm. "Please wait."

Brushing his hand against your cheek, you move closer to him, his amber eyes giving you a pained expression you've only seen once before. You press your lips next to his ear. "Please stay with me," you whisper. Closing his eyes, he softly pushes his forehead against yours. You take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair, gently closing your eyes, breathing in his closeness. You want to know him beyond the physical need. You want to reach his heart, to read his soul.

Opening his eyes, he pulls away from you, looking annoyed.

"Don't bore me," he says, getting up and picking up pieces of his clothing off the floor.

"Now get some rest, you're going to need it tomorrow."

Without giving you another look, he exits the room. A few moments pass as you run through all the events of the day in your head. Grabbing a pillow off the bed, you toss it at the door in anger.

"You bastard!" you yell after him. Warm tears roll down from the corner of your eye as you start to feel truly sorry for yourself. I'm an idiot. A complete idiot.

You don't want to be his toy anymore, or get any more sucked in to his stories. Lying down on the bed, you cover yourself with the cool satin sheet that now feels cold and inadequate against your skin. Tomorrow, it needs to happen tomorrow, you decide. Tomorrow I need to see Lady Lunafreya.