The Tailor's Bride | Trenderman x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝. 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 | 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕

The last few days were... quiet to say the least. The two barely spoke to each other and the only time they ever really saw each other was in the mornings in their room. (Y/n) had tried on multiple occasions to speak to her husband, but he seemed to ignore her. So, she let it be.

Of course, this would never work. Her anxiety and paranoia growing inside of her. She wanted to talk to him, but she was so very scared. All those years of abuse coming back to her. He had changed that though... he had been kind and gentle, and now, even when he's upset he has yet to lay a hand on her.

(Y/n) found her own reasons to be angry, but they were always short lived and replaced quickly by anxiety. She had gotten upset at the sound of his quill against paper in the middle of the night before moments later becoming relaxed by the sound and anxious of making any sounds that'll distract him.

She had gotten upset when he didn't join her to eat, but quickly got paranoid and left him food by the door. She still needed to make sure he was eating and staying healthy after all. And (Y/n) only knew he ate when she'd go into his office hours later and find an empty plate.

(Y/n) also found herself becoming irritable when she found him staring at her, especially in the mornings. She could be doing the simplest of things and he'd have his notepad and a pen, just staring at her. There were many times when she wanted to turn around and snap at him, but this was the fastest her anxiety and paranoia caught up.

Perhaps she wasn't pretty enough anymore? (Y/n) started spending longer taking ready but that didn't stop the staring.

By the end of the week, (Y/n) couldn't handle this silence anymore. She went to her husbands sewing room and knocked. Though perhaps it had been too quiet, too much hesitation in her movements. She knocked once more and earned an irritated "come in."

There he was, scribbling in his notepad, drawing a new pattern for his clothes. He barely even looked up at the woman, giving her an annoyed, inquiring hum as she closed the door behind her.

"A-are you upset with me?" (Y/n) asked, trembling, trying not to cry as she stood in front of the desk.

"Yes." Trender grunted before pausing in his movements and palming his forehead. "Ugh, no. I'm just annoyed."

"B-because of me...?"

"Yes and no, but it's not your fault. You didn't understand what was happening. I'm just annoyed at myself for getting so upset about this." He sighed, 'looking' up at (Y/n).

"S-so you are not divorcing me?" She asks, looking scared.

"What? No!" (Y/n) let out a sigh of relief before stepping around the desk and standing beside Trender.

"Thank you, husband. I will accept any punishment you have for me." She said bowing her head. Trender's chest tightened in annoyance and he stood up, slamming his hands on the desk.

"You are not being punished! You have been nothing but darling since you've arrived. You have done nothing wrong and getting slapped around is not normal: it is abuse." Trender exclaimed, looking directly at (Y/n). She paled in fear, but her mind refused to panic, processing his words as caring and understanding; not a violent blind rage like she had grown used to.

Even without her panic, she began to cry, in turn, Trender panicked. He approached her slowly and knelt down to embrace her, apologizing for raising his voice and that she wasn't in trouble. (Y/n) slumped slightly and held onto him, sobbing with relief as her legs seemed unable to hold her weight.

"I-I know I- I... thank you." She muttered in her sobbing. Trender rubbed her back lightly, wondering how he would carry out his next moves.

"I would appreciate an explanation about the Dragosapps." He stated, somewhat awkwardly. (Y/n)'s cheeks flushed red.