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humbly requesting a Forget Me Not x reader because I’ve been starving for Forget Me Not content ahhhhhhhhh! Maybe the reader is like a regular quest at the Walden and he’s grown fond of them or something!!

Ahh I loved this idea so much! I definitely had fun writing this!!

Forget Me Not x Gender-Neutral Reader

Such a shame

A beautiful specimen, they were. Often he would see them and think how much of a waste it would be for them to fall into the hands of the storm

Everyday, Mr. Forget Me Not would be blessed with light. A smile so bright, heaven looked dim. A laugh so enchanting, music was nothing compared to it. He'd never come to terms with the fact he was under this spell, a spell that was cast by some non-arcanist scum. He should think that, but he couldn't bring himself to be with such a mindset. They were wonderful, and it was the best part of his day, seeing them come in.

The familiar chime of a bell was loud in such a quiet place, the door was opened and someone very special was coming in for their usual. Forget Me Not smiles to himself, as he recognized the small 'tap tap tap's of their shoes.

With a deep breath, he braced himself for beauty as he turned around to face his customer. "Good evening Mx. (Y/N), it's a pleasure to see you." He smiled spreading his hands to lean on the countertop in front of him so he could lean forward and perhaps down a bit and get a good look at them.

"Mr. Forget Me Not, it's wonderful to see such a handsome face again." They smiled back, sitting down on one of the bar stools and setting their bag on the floor, entangling their legs with the straps.

Forget Me Not chuckled, a light dust of red leaving a barely visible residue on his pale cheeks. "You're too kind, it is you who is handsome. Beautiful in fact, it's not often I see someone stop by that could rival your looks." He said, leaning forward and leaning on his hand, watching as their face lit a bright red.

They brought their hand up to their face, covering their smile and they laughed lightly. "A charmer as always", their eyes closed and they brought their other hand up to help cover the big smile and rosey cheeks from the man in front of them.

"My dear, why must you always hide such a beautiful smile from me? It breaks my heart to think you're ashamed of it." Forget Me Not says, reaching out his hand and lightly grabbing one of theirs.

He grasped their skin, wishing he wasn't wearing his gloves so he could feel their skin on his own. Slowly, he leaned forward while bringing their hand closer, closing his eyes while kissing their knuckles ever so gently.

The action only made their face blush more, a more nervous laugh let out by them as they looked away.

"You're too much." They said, posture more tense than before. It wasn't a bad thing, their reaction, the two had the same interaction everyday.

'It would truly be a waste for them to be victim of the storm', Forget Me Not thought to himself. His actions were justified, he told himself. Watching in the midst of chaos as they, his dear light, fell under the actions of Manus Vindicate, the oozing mask covering their face and dripping onto their silk clothes and skin.

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“Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow.” (Druvis/ForgetMeNot)

The cold blooded man, the psychopathic partner to Arcana, the cunning manipulator. Those nicknames juggled in her head and all she saw from him was a man who’s trying to show his fondness to her.

Druvis wanted alone time in her woods to process of what's happening ahead, but what she didn't expect was that she had company.

***

“May I join you?” Druvis snapped back to her consciousness as her head raised to the right. She didn’t notice Mr. Forget Me Not approaching her, nor did she develop any reaction when her eyes landed on his pale slender figure.

Druvis sighed as she darted her eyes to a vacant spot next to her, gesturing for Mr. Forget Me Not to settle beside her. Mr. Forget Me Not lowered his head a bit as if he was bowing and sat on the faded green picnic blanket while Druvis stared into the void.

One thing she noticed while working with Mr. Forget Me Not was his flamboyant posture. The way he went from standing to sitting gave off a flexible serpentine movement, and his overall self always remained professional. Druvis always wondered why he was like that in the first place. Perhaps a habit of being around humans took effect on him to be more tense and intimidating. Or maybe he was merely showing the impression that he was actually ominous and superior… Or at least that was how Druvis thought of him before.

The more she was in Manus Vindictae, the more she could see through his reflection. She couldn’t really identify who Mr. Forget Me Not really was but she erased that idea anyway. She had more responsibilities than to assume someone’s self.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Mr. Forget Me Not commented as Druvis hummed in response. She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. But she didn’t mind his presence either.

Druvis wanted alone time in her woods, but didn’t expect anyone to be in her comfort place. She wanted to stretch her legs underneath her infamous tree to gaze out at the atmosphere and eat scones that she stole the other day in a cafe; Gray mists slithering within the wilted burnt trees, the pale dead grass getting whistled by the breeze, and the subtle silence draping over the skies, oh how it nestled something warm within her heart. Oh to say farewell to her childhood memories in this place. Oh to say goodbye to her home.

The Storm was in a week from now and Mr. Forget Me Not was probably here to warn her. But she didn’t need any companion to soothe her disconcertment, she was better off longing alone.

“I assume that you’re here for business, Mr. Forget Me Not,” Druvis muttered as Mr. Forget Me Not let out a light chuckle. “The Storm is in a week Ms. Druvis-,”

“I’m aware.” Mr. Forget Me Not caught his breath before breaking into another grin. His fangs glinted within the fading sun. Silence draped between the two of them.

Mr. Forget Me Not sighed and leaned to the tree. A weird gesture for a man in a higher status who always seemed so stiff in the eyes of the Weyerhaeuser descendant.

“I’m trying to enjoy my time here the best I could… Perhaps I wasn’t ready for all of this to happen, but I’m still trying to accept things the way they are.” Mr. Forget Me Not stared at her with a genuine empathetic demeanor and shifted in his seat before crossing his arms. Druvis never saw him so moderate before around someone like Druvis, and she thought she was another background character who had no means for Forget Me Not to be comfortable with.

“Oh Ms. Druvis, even if your era was reversed we, Manus Vindictae could always switch the authority to your hands.” Druvis remained silent and perched herself on the tree an inch near the man of Manus Vindictae.

She was trying to find the necessity of Forget Me Not visiting her, because she was neglecting the fact that this man had even a wince of color oozing out from his dead snow skin. That he wasn’t just some vessel to Arcana. That he had the tenderness to approach Druvis and comfort her about leaving the woods in his own way. The cold blooded man, the psychopathic partner to Arcana, the cunning manipulator. Those nicknames juggled in her head and all she saw from him was a man who’s trying to show his fondness to her.

When she was first enrolled in Manus Vindictae, Forget Me Not didn’t leave her side. He was the first one to ever pity her and the first person in that organization to technically ever make friends with her. Clearly his emotions didn’t spike out, but the more they interacted the more that colorless demeanor of his started to get transparent. Druvis wasn’t really fond of it but there was something about this man that genuinely for the first time ever made herself again.

Long ago her colors bled from her skin and she stayed frigid ever since. She refused to be attached with anyone and often disclosed herself to the public. That was of course until Forget Me Not noticed her. She didn’t really care about him up until now she realized he saw potential in her. That in some way they were birds of a feather. Their experiences were familiar with each other, and Forget Me Not was merely lurching out for her. He showed his affection and Druvis was oblivious to see it until now she realized. He’d always ask how her woods were doing, often gave opportunities for her forest to flourish, and entertained her when she first got into Manus Vindictae. He was gesturing something to her and Druvis didn’t give one care about it.

She closed her eyes and embraced the wind whistling through her hair. Forget Me Not was a ghost next to her and for some reason she found serenity in that. She couldn’t help herself but grin a little over it.

“These woods used to be mesmerizing. Even if it was swept by the Storm, there’s nothing I could do to return the soul. The core of what made the woods breathing. There’s nothing else I could do to offer, nothing I can heal. All I could do is to protect it but I guess, I’m not really suitable for the role. I’m still uncertain of how I feel about the woods though. Guilt or regret, still not sure.”

Druvis whirled her head to lock eyes with Mr. Forget Me Not. Their eyes tangled together uncomfortably for a minute and Druvis took her time to scrutinize Forget Me Not’s feature. His dark curls, his lanky glasses framed in his nose, his fatigue foxy eyes, and his pale skin. The urge to take off his glasses and lean closer to him seeped into her mind. Her eyes shifted up and down Mr. Forget Me Not and she opened her mouth lightly.

She wanted to kiss him but she restrained herself. A part of her mind told her to lean for it, because at this moment of her life, it didn’t matter anymore who she was making it out with. It was a kiss that meant nothing, a kiss to take a breather, a kiss of relief, a kiss of acceptance to leave this place. A kiss to erase her sentimental values for her home. A kiss to restart her life.

Her lips finally met his. She didn’t think twice as she fluttered her eyes shut. Mr. Forget Me Not took it by surprise but he didn’t pull away. He was drained to react expertly so Druvis guessed that he was in defeat. The man of higher power in Manus Vindictae showed a wince of vulnerability and so did the protector of the Weyerhaeuser woods. The kiss didn’t hold any meaning and Druvis assumed that Mr. Forget Me Not thought the same. He knew that she deserved this form of affection, he knew that she needed something to loosened up her nerves, he knew this kiss was absent of essence, that it was blurry of whether it’s romantic or platonic or something more.

The kiss lasted for a while and Druvis parted. A chain of saliva connected their lips as they locked gazes again. The Weyerhaeuser heir stared back at the woods as if nothing happened and the slender man did the same. He knew when to react and the affection was nothing short but for mere business purposes. At least that was how Druvis thought the both of them worked this way out.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as if it didn’t make the situation any better. Forget Me Not let out a light chuckle and Druvis furrowed her brows over that reaction of his. To actually witness Forget Me Not having other emotions.

“You don’t have to apologize, Ms. Druvis. No need to stiffen up,” Forget Me Not reassured. Druvis nodded slowly over the man's response and she didn't even dare to look at his eyes. A taint of blush bloomed in her cheeks and she swiveled away from Forget Me Not's eyes.

She didn't want him to see her facade tumble. She didn't want him yet to embrace her other shadows. She didn't want him to acknowledge her, but she couldn't help herself but endure the thrill of the situation. Druvis’ breath got heavier, her face an obscured blend of warm red, her hands trembling immensely. She reminded herself that this was a natural response, that it wasn't Forget Me Not who got her flustered, but the kiss did.

“Anything wrong?” Forget Me Not asked. His tone was luring yet held innocence within it.

Druvis fluttered her eyes shut and sighed, trying to ignore his words. Her blush faded away and she focused her eyes back on the landscape of the woods, trying to linger on her ghost manners. Forget Me Not tilted his head and Druvis took her time before speaking again. Reminding herself that this was for business and nothing else.

“Very generous of you to bring back the woods to me when this is all gone. But you don’t have the necessity to do it.” Forget Me Not started at her for a minute. There was nothing except for the sound of the rushing wind and Forget Me Not grinned in triumphant. As if he already managed to wrap his hands around her heart.

“Are you certain Ms. Druvis?” Druvis stared at the man again hesitantly. “I’m never certain.” Forget Me Not scoffed. It seemed like the tension from that brief kiss had wavered away.

“And-,” Druvis didn't continue the words. Reconsidering the words she wanted to say. “About the kiss-,”

“It was nothing,” Forget Me Not said calmly. His pale tone took Druvis by surprise. Acting as if a kiss didn't symbolize anything. As if they didn't mean anything.

“There are other things that will concern you rather than a mere kiss.” Druvis’ face lit up. “And that might be?”

“Unresolved issues.” Druvis furrowed her brows. “Unresolved… issues?” Forget Me Not nodded and adjusted his glasses.

“I don't understand… What issue are you talking about?” Druvis asked as the man of Manus Vindictae huffed. She eagerly waited for his response and it seemed like he was trying to find the appropriate words.

“Have you ever wondered who killed your family?”

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