The History Of One-Shots

Edgar Degas X Female! Reader

Another one by -bxauty, my star requester.

You and Edgar laid in his bed, panting softly. You and him were partners, and he loved to draw you.

"(Y/N), I want to draw you like this. Relaxed, open...beautiful."

Edgar slipped out of the covers, slowly gathering his painting supplies. You brushed your hair out of your eyes.

"Leave your hair. I need it to be natural."

You left your hair alone as he set up his easel.

"So, (Y/N), what are you plans?"

You were confused.

"About what?"

"Your future. What are you going to do?"

To be completely honest, you didn't know what you were going to do. You two were the perfect team.

"I don't know, Edgar. I just like to go with what happens."

His paintbrush danced across the easel, capturing your curves.

"That isn't a good plan."

He mixed a few colors around, silent.

"Then what is?"

He cast his eyes down, lowering the paintbrush.

"I just want you to be successful."

"I can, Edgar! I just-just want to do it when I think the time is right."

Edgar was silent again.

"Do what you must."

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It has been years since you saw the mellow painter. You were now a singer, constantly going on tours in the Opera Houses of France.

Edgar had almost forgotten about you. He was going to paint the Opera singer performing. He entered the House, spotting you in all of your elegance.

"(Y/N)?!"

"Told you."