The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Morning Regrets (The Sovereign x Reader)

AN: I do apologize if the sovereign is a little ooc, but smut warning (not sure why I'm warning smut, since this is rated mature...maybe just letting you know 'hey, look, there's finally smut'?)

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He was simply a shape-shifter that wanted to be anyone but himself. If anyone were to ask, that is exactly what he would have said as well. The man was never going to be willing to share exactly who he truly was, and in this instance, it was how he would slip into bed with Councilwoman 6. She was, ironically enough, the Sovereign's dream girl.

The way he infiltrated the woman's home was under the disguise of her late husband. Both of them were well-aware that he was not the man he was transformed into. With a sheepish smile, he knocked three times upon the door, greeted by the distraught face of Y/N. "I'm home, Darling," he said softly, roses in hand, extended out to the woman that could not initially make heads or tails of the situation. She had been there when her husband was respectfully buried 6 feet underground.

"What do I owe the visit, Sovereign?" She said finally, biting her lip uncomfortably as she let the man inside of her home. He had never pulled this type of antic before, though she would even admit that her heart leapt for a moment. After all, it had been over a year since her husband's passing, and her coping mechanisms were less than ideal. It almost warmed her to see the face once again, though she knew it was the Sovereign's ruse.

He chuckled in a hallowed tone, allowing her to grab the flowers hesitantly from his hands before he fully entered. "I guess I can't fool you, Y/N, can I?" He mused, the eyes of her dead husband staring into her very soul. Sheepishly, he continued. "I just wanted to see Aphrodite's reincarnation face to face, instead of merely a silhouette."

"Your poeticism comes from Bowie, does it not?" She said, giving the man a half smile, despite herself. "My husband was never one for words." By this point, she had already closed the door behind him and made her way to the kitchen to grab a vase for the roses. The Sovereign had one thing correct; roses were her favorite. Taking a gentle inhale of the flowers, she placed them in the now watered vase, allowing the bouquet to centerpiece her table.

Her y/e/c eyes glanced back upon the Sovereign as he frowned a bit. It could have been the fact that he was disappointed by his ruse not having more of an effect upon the woman, or that she could see through it so easily. "You would be correct, Y/N," he said softly, before moving closer to the woman in front of him.

"Though the image is abating, you may wear whatever you please, my liege," she said softly.

He pushed himself to do it, to grab her hand in his own, still wearing the image of her late husband. She was taken aback by this motion, anxiety rising in her chest as she felt the warm skin against her own. "If I stay this way, however, would it give you the cessation you have longed for?" He asked, his voice surprisingly timid for the man. The way that his words formed with such demure was even surprising to him.

Y/N glanced downward, inhaling deeply as she mulled over the idea. It was almost kind of the Sovereign to desire to give her the closure she had been seeking, though his reasoning was almost mischievous. The man did not truly give without receiving something that he desired as an outcome, and this instance was no different than any other. The Sovereign was not a selfless man, as he desired this woman's affection as much as she desired her late husband, if not more.

After some thought, silent pleading eyes staring upon her, she nodded dismally. "It would, Sovereign," she said softly, almost regretful of her words as she spoke them. Y/N's y/e/c eyes met with those of her late husband, worn by the man that ruled over all of the Guild. "I have admittedly been rather...empty."