Greylock - Blog Posts

Time After Time

Pairing: Greylock the Grand x Childhood friend! Reader

Word Count: Roughly 1,586 words

Warnings: Mental health mention and lots of yearning

Notes: I do not own the gif or the characters; they belong to their rightful owners! The story is all mine though ☺💖💝 Feedback is always appreciated and requests for stories on certain characters are always welcome!

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To say that you and Greylock made an entrance at the ceremony was an understatement. You were dressed in the most radiant blue gown you could afford with your castle paycheck while Greylock had worn a finely-fit black tux under his usual cloak. Like two peas in a pod, you gracefully made your way to an empty seat in the semi-crowded ballroom.

Additionally, unlike the ‘holier-than-thou’ strut that he usually carried himself with, Greylock switched it in favor of clutching onto you and walking as if he was on cloud nine. Which he felt he was currently on.

This, of course, immediately got the attention of his would-be rival Cedric, who let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of you two together. It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust you or your judgement, but he most definitely did not trust the man latched to your side. Especially since the woman Greylock chose to get involved with was his sister.

He never fully understood why you both gravitated towards each other, but, if he made you happy, then who was he to stop your seemingly harmless relationship.

What baffled Cedric at that moment though, was how he had gotten you to agree to join him at this year's ball. You two hadn’t kept in touch that much over the last couple of years given his transfer to Magnus’ kingdom, so the fact you both were still on decent standing confused him. But he wouldn’t deny that he was relieved you were finally getting what you had been wanting for the last couple of years. Especially since he had to hear an earful of it every day you two were apart. 

--------------Earlier That Evening--------------

Wandering around the seemingly endless corridors of the Enchancia castle, Greylock was dying to find an excuse to leave or let loose at the ball him and most of his colleagues were cordially invited to. Not that he didn’t appreciate the food and view though. Enchanica had a certain type of charm that left people wanting more, and Greylock definitely desired more. More company that is.

And when he caught a glance of a stunning woman, he finally thought he had a chance of getting what he so desperately wanted.

When Greylock caught his first glance at you though, he couldn't catch the breath that escaped his lungs quick enough.

You were the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid his eyes on and, in a sense of silent fleeting hope, he dreamed that you could be the one to ease his distress at the function he was forced to attend by his dear king Magnus. Staring at you for at least five minutes straight, Greylock was shaken out of his thoughts when he realized he should probably get a move on if he wanted to avoid someone else snatching your attention. Especially since the woman was someone that he knew quite well.

Gripping the top of his pointed, purple hat, he slowly lowered it to be gripped by his left palm.

Circling the brim with both hands, be walked at an excruciatingly slow pace towards you and went to grip your hand.

".....(y/n)?..Is it really you?"

To that, you only shook your head and let out a soft and quiet laugh as you turned to fully face you.

"I’m surprised it took you so long to figure it out, Lock. You’re usually so quick to pick up details, and I was getting tired of you staring at me from so far away,” you said teasingly.

Greylock’s face was brought back to his usual face spanning smile, but the usual arrogant gleam in his eyes was replaced with a loving tint. 

“It’s so good to see you (y/n). I’ve missed you so much; I’ve tried to keep in touch- I swear! King Magnus’ rule just kept me too tied up. But nothing pleases me more than seeing your radiant face once more.”

His eyes dropped into one of pure fondness as he leaned down to finish kissing the top of your hand. Looking up, he noticed the bashful look on your face as you ducked your head and gripped his hand tighter for a few seconds longer. When the seconds finished, you reluctantly pulled your palms towards your abdomen.

"A touching compliment from one so handsome, my dear ol’ friend. Would you care to accompany me to the dining hall? I hear they're serving the finest dish tonight and I’d be delighted to share mine with you.”

When you both started making your way to the ballroom Greylock was met with the sudden realization of why he missed you so much. You had always offered him solace and a way to let loose without fear of ridicule or jealousy. It shocked him that you could be the twin sister of this sworn rival. Although you both were very much alike, you were both so starkly different. Particularly when it came to opinions on him. Regardless of that though, he appreciated everything you helped him through and yearned to start a future with you. One where you were more than friends. One where you were both lovers. That’s why following you like a lovesick puppy came so naturally to him. Even if he did it in front of a crowd of royalty and royal subjects,

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Over the span of the night, you and Greylock had catched up on the time he had missed out on (as well as the time you missed out on), ate a lovely dinner together, squabbled chatted with your brother, and joked around with a few of your old friends. When both of you guys’ favorite song began to reverberate through the echoing ballroom, both of you couldn’t deny the desire to get caught up in each other's arms.

“May I have this dance my dear?,” he asked, offering you his right arm.

Repressing a face-splitting grin, you quipped back a, “Do you even have to ask?”

Time after time

I tell myself that I'm

So lucky to be loving you

Pulling each other together while you rested your head on his upper chest, Greylock started to sway you both left to right in a rhythmic motion. And although you both shared each other's feelings, neither of you wanted to voice them. The fear of ruining the moment weighted too heavy over both of your heads.

So lucky to be

The one you run to see

In the evening, when the day is through

In a similar turn of events, you began to think back on all of the childhood memories you had shared together and how, when the stress of living up to your father began to harm your mental health, Greylock was always there to reassure and offer you comfort. This led to a string of thoughts related to the traits you favored in him. You adored the softness of his hair, the drawl of his voice, the airiness of his laugh, the way he made you laugh and entertained people, and the playfulness of his attitude. What you loved the most though, was the way he made you feel loved.

I only know what I know

The passing years will show

You've kept my love so young, so new

While finishing your stream of thoughts, Greylock pushed you back just enough to see your eyes and hesitantly opened his mouth. Shifting his eyes, he started to sweat; as though he was regretting initiating this particular conversation.

"Darling... what...would you say your plans are for the future?"

This question frightened you a tad, but the romantic atmosphere in the air had gifted you enough confidence to share a small aspect of your real feelings.

"Well.. I suppose advance in my career and...perhaps be in your life more. You've been gone so long, and I've just realized how terribly I miss you."

With a fastened heartbeat and hopefully teasing tone, Greylock quipped back saying:

"Trying to charm me are you? Well, I'd say that you've succeeded my dear."

He arched his left eyebrow and offered you a playful smirk, adding quickly:

"I knew it was just a matter of time before you fell into my dashing arms."

You swatted his arm playfully and then dragged you hand down it until it reached his elbow. Gazing tenderly up at him, you gave a shy smile and clutched his arm in an affectionate manner.

"Would that be so bad? Falling into your arms? Or perhaps,...falling in love with you?"

Those sixteen words were all Greylock needed to hear to have his heart slamming erratically in his chest and his pointed ears burn a shocking shade of red. 

He had yearned for you to admit those feelings for the longest time and could feel his childhood sense of glee rise in his throat as he knew that his feelings were being reciprocated. 

Stopping you both from dancing, he gripped both of yours arms in his palms and leaned his forehead slowly down onto yours.

"Love, I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, if this is what makes life so divine, then the key to heaven is mine. If you would accept, I'd love to have the chance to...perhaps...court you?"

And with one swift swoop upwards, you pressed your lips together and melded them in fluid motion.

"My love, I wouldn't have it any other way either."

And time after time

You'll hear me say that I'm

So lucky to be loving you