(Requested)

(drabble? not that detailed, i'm really sorry,,,)

gen gren is so fluffy i love him

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As a soldier, you're supposed to be tough. Vigilant and loyal to your king, the faith you have in your comrades stand as tall as the castles of the Western Empire. You train through the dark hours of dawn, to the dusty brinks of dusk. A knight's duty is to protect their lord no matter what, even if they die during the process. Strong, ice-cold, and professional.

So why the hell am I bloody smitten over one of my colleagues.

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"Gren is a general, just like me. We're supposed to remain professional. We're supposed to fight alongside each other, not love. That would get in the way of my duties." I nodded my head as I walked along the corridor, making my way down to the training grounds, readying for sparring with General Amaya and a few foot soldiers.

"Stop thinking about it. You need a clear mind for training. Yeah, okay. Cool. You got this." I smiled to myself and confidently looked up, only to crash into a wall. I yowled in pain and cursed out loud, swearing like Viren when he had a bad hair day.

Someone must have heard the commotion, as I heard footsteps rapidly approaching.

"(Y/N)!" I winced and clutched my bleeding nose, stamping my feet on the floor like a child. King Harrow came around the corner and quickly rushed to my side as I angrily cussed under my breath.

"Harrow!" I complained, "I'm literally the stupidest person alive!" He chuckled and patted my head, ushering me swiftly to the med bay. I grumbled all the way there, protesting about my dumb head and no-good eyes. Harrow just kept quiet and patted my back, assuring me that everything was going to be fine.

We opened the door to the med room, my nose still bleeding. Harrow alerted the medic on duty.

"General Gren, we have a problem." I spat out every curse word I knew as I choked on my own spit. General Gren. General Gren.

Of course he had to be on duty now. I look like a some buffoon and he's on duty. My nose is literally a wreck, I feel like a pile of flaming dragon crap, and I can't even seem to speak in front of him. Great. Great. I sighed as Harrow left the room, boots thumping on the soft carpet, the door slowly creaking to a shut. Gren turned to me and smiled, dimples popping up just on the sides of his mouth.

"I assume you're in here for a nose thing?" he said, holding in laughter.

"No, I'm having heart problems," I said sarcastically. He let a snicker out and I couldn't help but notice the slight lilt of his voice when he was happy, or the many, many freckles that covered his face. His eyebrows raised when he laughed, and his lips parted, showcasing a wonderful smile.

Once Gren had calmed down, he spoke smoothly and calmly, getting out a small kit in order to examine what happened with my nose.

"Can you sit on the bench for me?" I walked over to the oak wood bench and sat as Gren moved closer to me.

"So what happened?" he asked, examining my face. I groaned and averted my eyes.

"I walked into a wall." Gren sucked in a breath and made a face, furrowing his eyebrows. I backtracked, shaking my head. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me or anything.

"I-It's stupid, I know. I was just thinking about a lot of things, and then I slammed into a wall. I was even on my way to sparring with all the others, too. I'm actually the dumbest person I know," I blabbed, ranting about how bad my morning was, and how much of an idiot I was.

"(Y/N)." Gren stopped me in the middle of my monologue. He smiled and brushed a stray hair out of his face, chuckling. "I was only concerned for you, okay? Now, let's see if you broke anything." I held still, eyes closed as I felt gentle fingers prodding at my face, wiggling the fine tissues and fibers that held my nose together.

"Does it hurt when I touch it like this?" Gren poked at the bridge of my nose. I shook my head, eyes still closed. "Okay then." I felt a wet towel wipe the dried and fresh blood away from my face. The feel of Gren's fingers still lingered on my face.

"(Y/N)?" My eyes fluttered open to meet his. He cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're okay? Your face is completely red."

"I'm fine!" I exclaimed. "Completely fine, not hurt at all."

"Alright, just let me know if you're feeling anything wrong with your nose, and I'll do my best. But for now," he said, taking out a small roll of gauze and some medical tape, "you'll be needing this." Gren gently applied the cloth to the bridge of my nose, and taped it in place. I smiled, promptly got up, and rushed out of the clinic. I felt nervous, to say the least. Now with a ridiculous makeshift bandage around my probably broken nose, my self esteem had been severely damaged. I cried a little in my head, comically sighing.

It's okay, you still have until the evening to tell him.

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After the long hours of training, the Generals and soldiers gathered for dinner outside, chattering and laughing amongst each other. Meanwhile, I didn't develop quite an appetite for sustenance yet. In fact, I was so nervous I could've thrown up all my insides. Pacing around the big oak tree, I racked my brain for ways to tell the ginger that I liked him.

Hey Gren... I like you, let's kiss.

Hey... GG. General Gren? Haha get it?

I choked on my own spit and started to cough like a madman, gasping and wheezing, face turning as red as velvet. Just absolutely love embarrassing myself. Wringing my fingers together, nervously gritting my teeth, I started to panic. I knew that his shift was almost over in the medical clinic, so he would be here any minute.

"What to do, what to do? What would Soren do?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Sighing to myself, I mentally put on a cone-shaped dunce hat on myself and accepted my fate, as the option I just thought about was the only one I had, besides those other two lame pickup lines.

"Here goes nothing," I whispered to myself, ducking into the castle to go back to the med station. "I'm such a big idiot."

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Gren's shift at the clinic was almost over, and being bored out of his mind, he was relieved to have finally gone out. In the middle of packing everything up, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he chimed, still busy putting the gauze back into its designated container. Behind him, the wooden door slowly creaked open, and in popped a head. He turned, then smiled, recognizing the familiar face.

"(Y/N)! You're back!" he exclaimed excitedly, mouth curving into a big smile. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything?" The other general chuckled nervously and cleared their throat, quietly shutting the door with their foot.

"Y-Yeah," they stammered. "I needed to see you." Gren tilted his head, shutting a cabinet, green eyes filled with innocent curiosity. He walked forwards, nearing them.

"Are you feeling well? Nose getting better?" (Y/N) simply nodded, picking at the rims of their clothes, obviously distressed.

"It's actually a problem with my heart, like you said before. And my brain." Gren furrowed his eyebrows, smile disappearing. His green eyes were narrowed in worry, nose scrunched, freckles appearing to shift.

"Woah, that's actually a serious problem." He gestured to the small check-up table. "Want to take a seat?"

"No, it's fine. I just wanted to ask you something."

"Alright. Shoot away."

"What's your name?" Gren felt confused, more than ever. What exactly had happened? (Y/N), his partner, had basically forgotten who he was? The ginger felt dejected, but at the same time, a little bit suspicious. He locked eyes with (Y/N).

"You know my name. Did you happen to get amnesia and forget?" The figure across from him stared at him in surprise, eyes widening. They shook their head furiously from side to side and sputtered out a response.

"N-No! No, of course I wouldn't forget you! I-It's part of the thing I want to tell you!" they laughed, face becoming redder by the second. Gren couldn't believe that (Y/N) was acting like this. They'd never made jokes before. Usually they wouldn't even smile. Their charming coolness broke into a cuter, more flustered side of them. He found it absolutely adorable.

"Alright, alright, fine." (Y/N) asked once more.

"What's your name, might I ask?"

"It's Gren. General Gren."

"Gren," (Y/N) mused, smiling dozily, half-lidded eyes looking down. "It's a lovely name..." They looked up at the ginger's bright emerald eyes, shining with amusement. Pacing closer, (Y/N) leaned in, whispering into his ear.

"But I'd love to call you mine."

It took Gren a moment to realize what had just happened. (Y/N), of all people. Had just confessed to him. Professed their feelings. Not by a crow, not by amazing poetry, not by dance, and not even by just straight-up saying it. But with a pickup line. A corny, cheesy, pickup line.

He absolutely loved it.

Gren fell forwards, arms enveloping (Y/N), face twisting into a wide grin. The latter wheezed, surprised by the sudden weight being dropped on top of them, but hugged back, nevertheless. The two stood there for a few minutes, calming down and enjoying the company.

They separated, eyes glued to each other. Gren felt like he was about to explode. A million little butterflies were flying around in his stomach and up his chest, whirling around in little tornadoes of their own. The feeling was euphoric, and he never wanted it to end.

"I-I'd never thought you'd be the type to say you liked someone like... this," he murmured, chuckling under his breath. His face was beet-red, nervously biting his bottom lip out of habit.

"I didn't either," (Y/N) admitted, awkwardly swaying back and forth. Gren laughed and took their hand, his other smoothly moving under their chin. He leaned in, still smiling lovingly.

"Can I?"

"I take this as you saying 'Yes, I like you too, (Y/N)?'" Gren hummed, slightly nodding. Breathing a sigh of relief, (Y/N) cradled his cheeks in the palms of their hands and pressed their lips to his, closing their eyes. The pair of green eyes slowly fluttered to a close as Gren relaxed into the kiss, muscles losing their tension, arms moving to wrap around (Y/N)'s body.

So they just stood, melting into each other's arms, slowly and gingerly sharing kisses, as old friends, but a newly made couple.

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(Bonus)

Amaya snickered silently and looked at Harrow in expectation. He groaned and flipped her a gold coin.

You win this one, he signed, then stormed off, mad that he lost the bet, but happy that Gren and (Y/N) had finally gotten together.

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lmao i wrote half of this at like 2 am and peep my story plan lolol

(waiwait okay so basically when reader confesses they're like: eyyy gren what's ur name and he's all confused like "wot you know my name m8, do ya have amnesia?" and they're like "ahahaha go along with it you little shit" and then he smiles and laughs and he's like "omg okay wot" and they're like "what's ur name" and he's like "haha gren" they're like "that's such a nice name, gren. but i'd love to call u mine" and he's all surprised like "wot omg i just got asked out? using a pickup line? and (y/n) used it? omgomoggigogmgmomg" and they're all happy and they kiss and amaya like pops out of a bush and starts to clap and gren literally dies)