Icy Love || Astolfo x Reader

♡Chapter 1♡

~Fire~

All I could see was the burning flames around me. Tears streamed down my face. Whether they were caused by the smoke or my sadness was unknown.

The burning embers and smoke burned my E/C eyes. My tiny body shook like a leaf. I felt numb as the fire raged around me. The building I once called my home was crumbling away by the second.

I wanted to scream but my voice was caught in my throat as a dark silhouette walked towards me. The stench of blood radiated from them strongly.

With the slice of a blade, the shilouette in front of me was destroyed as jt fell to the floor with a thud. Through the flames a hand reached out.

"Thank goodness one of you is still alive...."

My tears uncontrollably fell as I desperately reached out for the hand. With my trembling body J fell into their arms as they gently picked me up.

"It must be God's will that I've found you! Dear child my name is Roland please do not be afraid," the chasseur spoke as he stepped out of the flame, allowing me to see his bright blonde hair clearly.

He held such a bright smile that it immediately eased all of my fears. "I-is the vampire g-gone?" My voice was barely above a whisper. It shook like a fragile vase on the side of a shelf about to fall. Roland looked down at me and pat my head.

"Yes, that filthy creature is gone and will forment you no more. What is your name my dear?" Roland asked with such a gentle voice that the flames behind us seemed far inferior.

"Y-Y/N,"

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With a gasp I jolted awake. I panted, my breath fast and unsteady. I looked around frantically to only see the familiar walls of the underground hideout. That's right...those flames no longer consume me

I ran a hand through my disheveled H/C locks. I shook my head and stood up to look in the mirror. I must have moved a lot in my sleep- my hair was all over the place. Yeesh, I look like a mess. Glancing over, I read the time. It was still early: I could get ready slowly.

And thank goodness for that because I was not leaving my room looking like this!

I started with my hair and combed it with great difficulty. "Ouch-!! Stupid comb! Why must you fight me so!" I would explain in pain every time the comb got stuck in my hair. It seems like tossing and turning in your sleep was not good for your hair. I place the white coat over my shoulders with the standard chasseur uniform below it. While the outside of the chasseur's uniform was normally black, I felt white suited the asthetic more
(Change if desired :) )

I glance in the mirror before I leave, marveling in the sight just as I do every morning. The same imagery of those flames consume my mind. They burn away to reveal the uniform of someone that has worked hard to be where they are. With that note, I grab my scythe..

However, as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with a head of bright magenta hair. I screamed and fell flat on my butt. "Astolfo!" I groaned his name loudly. The annoyance was as clear as day in my voice, but I could never remain angry for too long.