I Need You; Alois Trancy x Reader

This weird dream again....

Y/n looked around, admiring the view that the feilds offered, expecting the scenery to change soon. But it didn't. There was no ripple, no falling into another place, just stillness.

Perhaps this was where the old memory will take place?

"Y/n."

She turned when she heard her name, searching for the one who called out to her. The woman's voice was one she hoped to never forget. Her mother.

"A lovely name, Mistress."

Yuma? Where are they? Was this her mother's memory or did it belong to her butler?

Turning around and looking every which way, she still couldn't see her mother or her butler. She began to walk forward, hoping for any sign that would lead her in the right direction.

Oh, how she longed to see her mother's face again.

"Hopefully Emmit will agree with you."

Hearing the voice, Y/n looked in the direction it came from. When she saw two figures in the distance she picked up her walking speed into a run.

Yuma smiled at his mistress. "I'm sure he will, My lady."

Avery grinned at him, placing a hand on her bump.

Y/n stopped, just feet away from the woman who passed away all those years ago. The woman whom she shared a lot of the same features with.

"Just a few more months and she will be here. Are you prepared to serve her?"

"Of course Mistress, what kind of butler do you take me as? When Lady Y/n is brought into this world I will be right at her side."

"That brings me great joy to hear," Avery said, looking to the slowly darkening sky.

"We should return, Emmit will begin to worry," Avery said, a bit of concern laced in her voice. Yuma bowed his head.

"As you wish, Mistress."

As Y/n watched the two of them walk away the world began to ripple. She smiled sadly, knowing what was to come.

Just before the scenery went black, Y/n whispered to herself, "Goodbye, Mother...."

Y/n didn't realise when she had woken up. She only knew that she had been staring at the dark ceiling for a while now, feeling an emptiness in her heart that was once healing.

Seeing her mother made that emptiness return. Made her forget the one man who made her feel less empty, the man who was slowly patching up that hole in her heart.

She wished Alois was here with her, wished that he could comfort her. Was it selfish of her to want that? Y/n wasn't sure.

Time was flying by quickly when Alois wasn't present, the days blurring together. She wasn't sure if she should be concerned about that. Before she knew it, it was the middle of October.

Y/n and Alois hadn't seen each other since the food fight, the day she went over to his estate to cook for him. They hadn't stopped sending letters though.

When Alois wrote to her, it mostly consisted of him complaining about his huge workload and how he so badly wanted to see her. When she wrote to him she complained about how she wished there was something to do.

Y/n fell asleep like that, thoughts running rampant.

Morning came and the sun peaked through Y/n's drapes, waking her from her slumber. She yawned and sat up, stretching.

Yuma walked into her room going for the closet, greeting his mistress happily along the way.

"Good morning, My lady! I trust you slept well?"

Y/n rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Hardly. I had that memory dream and woke up. I didn't fall back asleep until what I assume to be hours later."

Yuma frowned at a particular dress and at the information he had just revived from his Mistress.

"What was the memory?" He inquired, continuing to look over her clothes.

"I'm not sure if it was yours or mother's. You two were in a meadow. Mother had a large baby bump, and she was telling you she decided on what she wanted to name me."

Yuma nodded thoughtfully, grabbing a dress that was to his liking. He walked over to where you stood.

"That was a shared memory of ours," Yuma explains, beginning to undress his mistress, "it probably wanted to show you a memory of Avery but since she is no longer alive you were shown a memory that I share with her."

Y/n tilted her head, confused but taking all the information in none the less. She sat back down so that Yuma could slip her stockings on.

"So someone is showing me these memories?" Y/n questioned, wanting to know the cause of her visions.

"Not quite. You are the one controlling the memories on a subconscious level."

"But how? I don't understand Yuma, normal people can't do or see the things that I can."

Yuma looked up at his mistress, meeting her (e/c), grey speckled eyes.

"That is because you are not like normal people," he informs, putting on her shoes, "and neither was your mother, my previous mistress."

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked, her brows furrowing. Yuma stood, holding eye contact with the young woman seated before him.

"I suppose this a good time to tell you."

"Tell me what?" Y/n stood from the bed, tilting her hear back to stare up at her butler. "What are you not telling me?"

"You have powers laying dormant within you. The closer you are to your seventeenth birthday more of your powers will begin to awaken. Seeing memories of those you have met is just one of those powers.

"Since it is so close to your birthday the powers have been getting a bit restless, coming out whenever you are feeling over emotional. Mostly when you are angry,"

Y/n's eyes widened at the revelation.

"That time, that time when there was a cut on your cheek and you asked me to calm down. That, that was me?"

Yuma nodded.

"You were so mad you didn't even realise the chaos you were causing around you. You almost shattered vases and mirrors. If you hadn't calmed down the powers would have gotten more discructive."

"I'm a monster," Y/n gasped, feeling completely overwhelmed by the news. Yuma took her shaking hands firmly, never losing eye contact.

"No, Never. You are not a monster."

"But I am!" Y/n wailed, tears swelling in her eyes. "I hurt you!"

"You did," Yuma stated firmly, "but not because you wanted to. You were not even aware of what you were doing."

Y/n collasped into her butlers arms, her body racking with sobs. Yuma had expected and prepared for this reaction. You can't tell someone news like this and not expect them to feel overwhelmed.

Yuma petted her hair soothingly, mimicking the trick her mother had always used to calm her down as a child.

"Your powers are beautiful as well as powerful, but you need not fear them. I will help you take control of these powers so that you can make them your own."

Y/n breathed out slowly, listening to the soothing voice that comforted her. It oddly sounded like it was her mother talking to her, not her butler. That it was her mother holding her, comforting her.

"These powers do not make you a monster."

Ahaaahhh.... I got a chapter out. Hopefully you guys enjoyed reading it and found it interesting. Stay safe out there guys.

Ciao~