Verity's Little Book of Horrors, I Mean, Oneshots

I've Decided to Marry You~ *Mikey Way X Reader*

A/n This is the prequel I was talking about. It's all written in Mikey's perspective and that was REALLY hard to do. 

The background is Mikey just had a tryst with Chantelle and was about to escort her out when you (the reader) arrive with a very important question to ask.

I sighed to myself. What a night! How I loved the Duchess Chantelle Bashford! I think now I should ask her to marry me, despite my affection for the ever so admirable Countess Y/n Vyner. Now would be the perfect moment to ask for her hand.

"My dearest Chantelle," I whispered, turning to my side to face her big, brown eyes.

"Yes, Mikey?" She cooed. I opened my mouth to ask when there was a knock at the door. We bolted upright. "Who could that be?" She sounded frightened.

"I haven't the foggiest idea," I replied, jumping out of bed and quickly tried to make myself look semi-decent. "You stay in here and be very still while I take care of this matter at once!"

She nodded and I went into the parlor to open the door. However, Countess Y/n was standing there with the biggest smile on her face. "Countess Vyner! I didn't expect you to call today."

"Mr. Way! Forgive my intrusion! I needed to see you, and see you today! Mr. Way! Mr. Way! I have arrived at a stunning conclusion, and I feared I would lose my resolve if I didn't come here directly to say:" She spoke so quickly, I could barely understand her.

"Y-yes?" I asked, my voice unsure and quivering.

"I've decided to marry you!" Well, I wasn't expecting that. "I've decided to marry you! I've decided though Wesley's gone that life goes on for me! I have thoroughly thought it through, and the man that I want is you! Though it's true there are quite a few who'd strongly disagree!"

Of course, there would be so many who would disagree! My brother for one, would not be happy. He thought that because I was calling upon Duchess Chantelle, I should not lead on Countess Y/n. Lord Frank and Baron Ray thought she could do much better than someone like me, who was a two-timing fool in their words.

"Nonetheless I will marry you!" She continued, her smile only growing and her eyes overflowing with joy and admiration. "I confess that I'm frightened too. But unless I am wrong you long for love as much as I! This is quite unconventional, I'll admit, but why should that matter a whit? And if you do not say yes at once I think I'll die!"

She looked at me, expecting a yes to her proposal. What could I say? I was just about to propose to the already married Chantelle Bashford when the Countess arrived. I loved both, but could only marry one. "Miss Vyner, you've rendered me speechless! May I call you Y/N?" I surprised myself, but I smiled at her tiny squeal of delight.

"Of course you may Michael." She teased and sat in one of the sofas.

I looked around for a distraction. "May I offer you some brandy?" I asked, holding up the crystal bottle.

She bit her lip slightly, making my heart skip a beat. "Oh, I'm not much of a drinker, but I suppose the occasion calls for at least a little. Thank you."

As I poured, I heard Chantelle's unmistakable voice in the bedroom. "What am I doing here? This could be dangerous. If I'm discovered, imagine the scandal, and I couldn't handle a scandal so risible. I'll stay invisible, still as can be. But what's going on in there? I can hear voices. I recognize Mikey, but is that a woman? And if that's a woman, then what is she doing here? Is it the cousin? I wish I could see!"