A Bushel of Love Eridan x Reader

“Dear Y/n,

        First, I want to start off this letter saying that I love you and I have for a while- SHIT”

Eridan threw down his purple inked hawk feathered pen, his ringed hands rubbing his face, after taking off his onyx rimmed glasses. Though he would never admit it, he was in love….with y/n. he knew better, his heart had been broken multiple times, and besides, she was a human. Time and time again he tried to push himself away, tried to stay away.

But he couldn’t.

Y/n was truly magical in his royal purple colored eyes. The way her (hair length) (hair color) fell (above/below) her shoulders, and always seemed to shine brighter than the sun itself on a hot summer day. Her frame was perfect and fit his perfectly, though the height difference was a bit great, she still fit perfectly the few times he had interacted with her in close quarters. She seemed to make anything and everything look perfect.

Even him.

Though many of the others had constantly criticized him for his arrogance, he truly could not help it as it was how nobles were supposed to act.

Then there was Y/n

She never treated him differently from the rest. She was never rage filled, mean, or angry at him due to his blood color, but she also never let him slide with certain things, due to his blood color.

She wasn’t afraid of him.

Which was all he wanted.

All he needed.

He hated seeing her with other trolls or “men” as the humans called them. The male humans had a tendency to develop a fondness for y/n flirting with her much to Eridan’s annoyance. There were times where he just wanted to shove them away and shoot them. Maybe even disintegrate them with his crosshairs or his scientific instrument of the white variety. He never fathomed the idea of Y/n being anyone else’s but his though he could not gain the courage to confess to her his scarlet feelings.

“Dear y/n,

        I would like to confess to you that I-”

The royal blooded troll stopped and stared at the page then looked at one of the few photo frames on his roll top desk. The photo was of his late father The Orphaner Dualscar. Next to it was a phenomenal photo of Y/n, her holding her sun hat onto her head her black sundress flowing in the wind, the wheat fields they were in swaying as well. The sun was bright, and shining from the right side of the photo, y/n had a killer smile on her face as she looked back at him just as he took the photo.

He smiled at the memory and looked back at the page, dipping his feathered pen back into the ink and carefully writing elegantly similar to that of his father.

“My Dear Y/n,

I can’t seem to say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home. Since I left you alone, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, and your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable y/n kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the (eye color) of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. Your sweet divine soul is my shelter. Though I am still awake, at my desk, my thoughts go out to you, y/n. This should be a very easy letter to write. Words should come easily and in short it should be simple for me to tell you how desperately happy I was to open my heart and see the announcement of my love for you, but somehow I can’t possibly say all in a letter I should like to. I love you, precious, with all my heart and to know that you love me means my life. How often I have thought about the immeasurable joy that will be ours someday. The important thing is I don’t want to be without you for the next 20 years, or 40, or however many there are. I’ve gotten very used to being happy and I love you very much indeed. But my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it.

                                                                Sincerely with Love,

                                                                    Eridan Ampora”

The seadwelling troll leaned back and re-read his letter satisfied with his work. He folded the piece of paper delicately and tucked it into the lavender scented envelope, writing y/n’s name on the envelope and attaching it to the bouquet of white roses setting in the clear vase, a silk bow wrapped around the top, the bow the same royal purple as his blood color. The young Ampora glanced at the photo of his father and picked up the vase of flowers carefully, leaving the house late at night to deliver them to the florist, so they may deliver them to y/n.

TIME SKIP~

Y/n smiled as she waved at her co-worker. She was relocating offices in her building. It wasn’t anything to drastic, but with her previous promotion she was getting a bigger office, as well as a few more perks. None of the less she carried a box to her new office that was only a few spaces down from her old one. A female by the name of Bethany was moving into her old space though y/n didn’t mind, the woman had helped her relocate to her new one, and y/n was doing the same. Well, she will be doing the same currently she was still moving things to her new space. She sat the box on her desk and sighed leaning on her desk and tucking a bit of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. She smiled slightly and got off of the desk a little thump sounding from the desk. Curious, the (approximate height [example: five foot three]) female turned around to see a photo frame had fallen out. She picked up the face down frame to see a photo of her “morial” or best friend eridan. A smile engulfed her face as she looked at the picture, it was a photo of her twenty first birthday. She, against Eridan’s pleas, had taken him to a rave. It had been an amazing night, even though eridan had to carry her drunk self home. None of the less the photo was one he didn’t know about, she had taken a picture of him decked out in his glow in the dark royal purple rave gear, grinning as he was dancing among the other people that were there that night. Y/n chuckled and placed the photo on her desk, the only thing of hers that was out on the desk. She smiled and glanced at the picture just as a high pitched squeal was heard throughout the floor. Y/n left her office space and leaned out of the doorway to see a florist delivering flowers to Bethany. The flowers were gorgeous white roses, a silk royal purple bow tied elegantly around the top of the clear vase. Bethany grinned and took the flowers from him looking at them like they were the source of all life on the universe. Y/n smiled sadly. The royal purple reminded her of eridan.

Eridan…..

She would never admit it, but she was deeply in love with the arrogant ass. He was seemingly perfect for her in every way. Though she loved him, she knew he could never love her back the way she did, as she was naught but a measly human compared to him in all of his royal poise. Y/n knew he would never love her, but the idea of him loving her and sending her a vase full of flowers sent her heart reeling. The florist said something to Bethany with a smile on his face, though it caused her to freeze.  She saddened for a moment then laughed slightly and pointed at y/n much to y/n’s surprise. The woman handed the flowers back to the florist who apologized and took them gently, walking over to y/n. he stood in front of her as her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. The florist chuckled and handed her the flowers.

“Lovely flowers, for the lovely lady.”

Y/n with a light blush on her face gently took the flowers looking at them like they were some sort of foreign object. The florist tipped his hat and smiled a dazzling smile before taking his leave. A few of the office ladies grinned at y/n ushering her to open the envelope attached to the flowers. Y/n did so handing them to her long time childhood friend David who was not only gay, but grinning like a shopaholic who just found out that JC Penny was having a major sale. Y/n opened the note, still frazzled and began to read aloud clearing her throat slightly.

“My Dear Y/n,

I can’t seem to say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home. Since I left you alone, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, and your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable y/n kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the (eye color) of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. Your sweet divine soul is my shelter. Though I am still awake, at my desk, my thoughts go out to you, y/n. This should be a very easy letter to write. Words should come easily and in short it should be simple for me to tell you how desperately happy I was to open my heart and see the announcement of my love for you, but somehow I can’t possibly say all in a letter I should like to. I love you, precious, with all my heart and to know that you love me means my life. How often I have thought about the immeasurable joy that will be ours someday. The important thing is I don’t want to be without you for the next 20 years, or 40, or however many there are. I’ve gotten very used to being happy and I love you very much indeed. But my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I don’t really resent it.

                                                                Sincerely with Love,”

She paused and wiped the tear from her eye as she stared at the name with overwhelming happiness.

“Eridan Ampora”

Y/n looked up that voice being one she recognized oh so well. Her crowd of coworkers split in two revealing eridan. He began to walk towards her, her coworkers holding their breaths in anticipation. Y/n shook her head and handed the letter to David who gladly took it and ran at eridan jumping into his arms much to his surprise. She sobbed into his shoulder this time him being the one frazzled, his eyes wide.

“Y-y/n wwhat-”

“Eridan Ampora I am not having any of your shit!”

She pulled away looking at him in the eye, her own pair of (eye color) teary, her mascara running slightly.

“I love you too you deliberate assface.”

Eridan grinned and kissed her their lips moving in sync for a good three minutes before air forcing them to part.

Eridan grinned

“So I assume that wwe are-”

“Yes eridan, wwe are matesprits.”

Eridan chuckled and pecked her lips after her cute little imitation of his stutter. Her arms wrapped around him and his arms wrapped around her, the office coworkers clapping and some wolf whistling much to their embarrassment.

Of course they had to part when David yelled for them to fuck though he still held her roses.

her own little bushel of love.