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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.