Twenty Øne Pilots Imagines

'Aristocrat'

Tyler Joseph is babe
Word Count: 5278

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"Oh dear. Oh dear," [Y/N] put a hand to her lips as she looked around the country road she stood on. It was bright and cheery but that was just the opposite of how she felt, "Oh however did I get here I wonder?"

She began taking a few steps down the road towards what seemed like home before stopping in her tracks. It was a rather strange predicament she had found herself in. It was early morning and the sun's rays had awoken her underneath a bridge in the middle of rural England. She wasn't used to this part of the country side (for she had visited her great aunt at her farm a few times) and was all by herself with no idea where to go.

[Y/N]'s eyes were almost filled with tears as she paced on the dirt road. There were no signs pointing anywhere and she had failed her maps class back home entirely. Geography wasn't her strong suit and it was making her panic. All hope was beginning to fade until,

"Oh Ms. Believer, my pretty weeper."

A voice that was so smooth and velvety cam from just around the bend, footsteps following. They carried a man about her height who wore a traditional country man's outfit. A tweed jacket over a simple button up, cordory jeans, and a leather cap that sat atop his head. He was a handsome man who had a rough look to him.

"My pretty weeper," He trailed off as he caught sight of the woman standing on the side of the road looking quite distressed. "Mm pretty indeed. . ." From this distance, [Y/N] could tell he had deep brown eyes and rough palms. His hair was hidden underneath his cap, but a few curls were peeking out. "Well hello little lady. May I ask what you're doing out here looking so distressed on such a nice day?"

He leaned against a nearby post to get a better look at the beauty in front of him. She wore rather expensive clothes for someone standing in the middle of rural England that was for sure. A necklace of expensive diamonds adorned her neck, its intricate inlay matching her earrings that showed prominently. Her hair was in a braid that pulled everything back to see her crystal like eyes.

"I um, am not sure actually," She admitted in a quiet voice with a posh accent that defiantly showed she was of higher class if her long rose colored dress didn't give it away already. "I'm looking to get back to London, would you be so kind as to pointing me in the right direction?"

"Pfft show you? Baby I'll personally carry you there."

[Y/N] blushed before holding her slender, gloved hand to her lips, "Oh sir you're so naughty!"

Her worry faded away as he grinned a devilish grin. [Y/N] felt safe knowing she would get home safe.

"No baby I'm Tyler," He smiled devilishly before standing straight and extending an arm to his arm towards her, "Now lets get you home, yeah?"

[Y/N] smiled with her hand still covering her mouth before accepting his arm, siding up next to him comfortably. He enjoyed the feeling of her on his arm for a moment before taking a step forward with her right beside him.

"I'm [Y/N], Mister Tyler. Pleased to meet you.

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Tyler and [Y/N] walked along the dirt road, talking lightly to make conversation between the pair.

"Yes I live in the upper parts of London. Aristocrats and such," She agreed as she stepped around a puddle. Tyler could tell, but it's always nice to ask.