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Sol needed you.
And he needed you bad.
He's been watching you for a while, studying your habits and learning your interests. So once you talked to him, you felt understood. Common ground was a good foundation for relationships.
Of course he has his own twisted fantasies about you, but he'd never enact them. Not while you were awake, at least. Because you were perfect to him. The shine to your hair, the softness to it, the scent of it, it all drove him wild. Your eyes and the way they lit up when you talked to your friends. Of course he wished it was directed at him, but friends are an obstacle he can overcome. Your soft smile, how you twirled your hair when bored, your everything. And your body, oh gods your body. That was something that drove him furiously mad, especially when watching you through your window or his cameras.
He didn't want you to feel objectified, though, so he always smacked himself when his mind wandered. Because you were his perfect pumpkin, his everything, more than just a stunning physique. He was obsessed. Hyugo had helped him, knowing that he would find a less safe way if not. Sol was lucky to have Hyugo, even if he did ruin some tender moments.
And finally, everything set in motion. Sol made sure Hyugo didn't come to art class that fateful day. He took his seat at the back of the class and pretended to be lost in thought. He had to act shocked when you approached him, even though he'd run through this scenario every day in his head.
“nice to meet you…” Sol smiled softly, sunset eyes meeting yours with a barely veiled passion. His heart was racing but he seemed fully calm.
“Nice to meet you too. What's your name?” You had asked. How sweet, his pumpkin always putting others first.
“Solovin. But you can call me Sol.” He smiled at you. A slight, friendly smile. He had to hold back. Because if you knew you'd run. And he didn't want to have to chase you.
“like the sun?” You smile at him, perfectly innocent and kind and everything he could ever need. He would kiss the ground you walk on.
The art project goes well, and he is able to draw you flawlessly. After all, his room is full of drawings of you. He has enough practice. But then something happens. You ask for his number. And everything is perfect and he's in heaven.
After school, Sol has his notifications on just in case, has music blaring. Your music, to be specific. He made a very romantic playlist featuring his favorite songs and your favorites songs. He's listened to you sing them in the shower. The words sound better coming out of your mouth but for now the actual song will work.
He worked out tirelessly for a few hours. Today was abs, chest, and back. He needed to be perfect for you. He didn't want to bulk up too much, but needed to be attractive. For you.
After his workout he's tired. He rifles through his closet and finds a simple black hoodie, some black sweats and a shirt of yours that still smelled like you. He might have to make a trip to your room tonight, to give back the clothes that no longer carried your scent. He checked your bedroom cameras, but you weren’t asleep yet. So he’d have to entertain himself some other way. Sliding onto the couch in his living room, he pulled out his nice graphite pencils and began to sketch.
He could spend all day perfecting the details, but he most likely only had an hour or two until you were out cold. Of course, he wasn’t sure if you would be sound asleep or not, so he should probably wait until one am…
Then he checked the cameras. And he saw it. Crowe.
That– that creature– trying to steal his pumpkin. Why were you and him at home alone? He held his breath. It looked like it was just homework and casual conversation, and you and him were drinking orange juice.. how perfect.
How delightfully perfect.
Once he could see that both you and Crowe were out cold, he slid into your room through the broken window. What a silly pumpkin, always forgetting things. Its okay, he's the only one who sneaks in your window. He’s sure of it.
Crowe was light. It was easy to carry him over Sol’s shoulder and out into the pitch darkness of the night. How could he make sure Crowe never took you again? He couldn't kill Crowe, no, his pumpkin hadn’t touched Crowe. If she ever, EVER, laid hands on Crowe his neck was good as slit. He knew what to do. To turn Crowe on you. In your heartbreak you'd turn to him.
Crowe woke up the next morning with a killer headache and a note. Written in Sol’s pumpkin’s handwriting. Of course Sol knew your exact style, he'd stolen countless things you’d written and stashed them in his room. All it said was, “Never speak to me again, bastard. I cant believe you were into me that way, disgusting. I thought you were just a good friend, not some perv playing the waiting game.” and signed with your name, in your exact signature. Crowe was broken.
What had he done last night? Had he been drinking? Had he, oh gods, had he laid a hand on you? Let his feelings slip. He couldn't stand to face you ever again. He didn’t even show up to school tomorrow.
You woke up the next morning, well rested and cozy in bed. You must’ve gotten around to the laundry last night, seeing as clothes you’d thought were missing were now folded on your bed. You remember being so out of it last night, you probably just disassociated through the whole thing. Oh well, its not like you had any plans.
In the morning, Crowe didn’t come to school. You were confused and admittently, quite lonely. That's when you saw Sol, your knight in um.. green armor, standing next to Hyugo and chatting against the locker. Might as well go talk to him… you aren’t like best friends, but he's cute and seems decently nice.
“Hey Sol..” You smile awkwardly, walking over to his locker.
“O-oh… hello.” Sol smiled, an equally sheepish smile to the one you’d given him. He fidgeted with his hands and shifted weight on his feet. His cheeks flushed ever-so-slightly, and Hyugo spoke up.
“Hey, you’re Sol’s friend from art class, right?” He seemed chipper, and Sol seemed relieved that he could slip back into the background. Because he could hardly hold it together with you around.
“Yeah, thats me.” You chuckle lightly, smiling. Sol saw you as a friend… how sweet. Now that you're looking at him again, he is strangely cute. Shy, tall, and just the most gorgeous sunset eyes. How was it even possible for someone to have eyes that shade?
“Ehem.” Hyugo coughed, since you’d been just kinda staring at Sol who was blushing like he’d been in the sun for ten hours straight.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry! I got a bit distracted, lost in my own thoughts.” You smile sweetly, trying to cover up your blatant staring with sweetness.
“Its alright. Me and Sol have to head to class, its on the other side of campus from his locker.” Hyugo said, placing an arm around Sol’s shoulder and turning away.
“...thank you…” Sol said to Hyugo, shakily. He was bright red, barley able to walk or think straight. Your presence was enough to fluster him at any moment, but when you stared into his eyes like that… ah! fuck, it was so amazing. His body was buzzing with excitement as he pulled out his sketchbook. He had to draw that, the look in your eyes. So he could see it whenever he needed to… which would be a lot.
“No problem, Sunny.” Hyugo patted Sol on the back and class began…
In art, Sol was already in his usual seat when the bell rang. He had his head down, working on his sketch of you. He was drawing from memory, of course, capturing every single little contour on your face.
“Hey Sol” You say quietly, approaching him. You’re being more careful now, after thoroughly embarrassing yourself this morning. You sat down and looked at the drawing of his lap. Damn. You’d assumed that Sol was a skilled artist, but not to this degree. The drawing of you was… perfectly spectacular. You didn’t really know what to do other than offer an open-mouthed stare.
“H-hey…” Sol smiled, placing his drawing on an easel to look at it from a distance. “Do you… think it’s okay?”
“Yes! I mean yeah… I think it's honestly the best drawing I’ve ever seen.” You smile softly, and for just a moment, the mask breaks. You see absolute devotion in his eyes and a blush on his face. But then its gone, and its the same cloudy eyes, same dead sunset.
“Thank you. How’s your drawing of me going..?” He asks with a small hum, beginning to edit his drawing. Which was insane to you. Actually what was there to fix? He was so determined yet so awkward… it was kinda endearing? Was that the right word for it?
“Its going decent… I’m a pretty okay artist, although I’m nowhere near as skilled as you.” There it is again. The way his eyes flicker with absolute joy when you compliment him.
“Will you let me see?” Sol said, voice soft and relaxing. He seemed to truly care. So you showed him. It was just a contour line sketch at the moment, with minimal issues. You hadn’t put down anywhere near as much detail as he had, but you thought it was pretty solid.
His face was bright red as his hands held the paper like it was the most delicate thing on Earth, staring at your drawing. He had drawn his pumpkin countless times, capturing her beauty in every way. But this was special… this was how his pumpkin saw him. It was everything. He set it back down and gave a soft, flustered smile.
“It's beautiful… you’re so skilled. You really captured me well, I think.” He hummed, scratching the back of his neck.
Later that night, you were a bit disheartened that Crowe hadn’t texted you yet. And you, for some stupid reason, began to cry. Because you were so, so alone. Crowe was your best friend, you needed him. How did he just drop off the face of the planet without texting you?
Sol sees you crying through the cameras. “Oh, poor pumpkin… it’s okay, I’ll be so much better than him.” He giggles, staring at you through the various cameras around your house. “I’ll make you forget all about him.” Sol decided now was his time, time to strike. To make you fall for him, too.
You get a text. From Sol, which is suprising. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person to text first, but he did.
“Do you want to come paint with me? I accidentally ordered two canvases and I don't have any ideas for a second one.”
“Sure. I could use a pick-me-up.” You responded, welcoming the distraction from your current sadness. you threw on a crappy old paint shirt and some little black shorts that you didn’t care about. You tended to get messy when you painted.
“Meet me in the park? I wanted to go there for inspo anyway.”
“Deal! I’m leaving soon.” You were actually kind of happy. And he was being so kind, letting you paint with him. Plus, he didn’t invite you to his house which would be creepy. That’s so thoughtful of him.
Sol was sat at the park, sitting on a black blanket with little stars on it. He had two canvases, a plethora of paints, and some snacks. Somehow he had bought your favorite chips and chocolate, which was so awesome! When he saw you, gods, he was seeing some kind of angel.
Your hair glew in the sun, large shirt sitting gently at your hips, shorts showing just the right amount of thigh to knock the wind out of him. He had to look away, had to compose himself. He placed a paint palette over his lap, to cover what the sight of your bare thighs did to him.
“Hey! Thank you for coming!” Sol smiled, calmed down a bit more. He seemed to radiate this warm energy, differently from how cold and scary man he was at school. His green and black locks seemed soft, his paint shirt was a gray tee shirt with a horse image on it. Strange…
“Whats with the horse..?” You chuckle. Oh my, your laugh. He wished he was recording so he could replay it… actually, that's a good idea. He subtly starts an audio recording.
“They’re my favorite animal…” He blushes slightly. He seems almost timid, like a shy little cat. Awh, he's such a black cat. “Come, sit. Here’s the canvases and stuff.” Sol smiled, handing you a mid-size canvas and setting paints and some water between you both.
“What were you thinking of painting?” You ask, prepping your canvas.
“Oh… I got inspired to paint some flowers. Lilacs, to be exact. And the park inspires me for the background details.” He smiles. He knows your preferences for flowers. He wouldn’t choose your favorite, but he’d pick one you’d like. Having the same favorite flower and favorite snacks and chocolates, too suspicious. So he tried not to be too scarily accurate.
“Lilacs are a good choice. I’m thinking of painting a black cat, since it’s going to be fall soon and I need to practice my values of blacks.”
“Ah, smart, practical and creative. You are truly amazing.” Sol smiled. His pumpkin was so perfect, and she knew exactly how to make him smile.
“Amazing…?” You ask, a little flushed at his compliment. He was crazy cute.
“Yes you are… pumpkin.” Sol teased, wanting you to hear the nickname from his mouth.
“Pumpkin?” You ask, confused and flustered.
“Yes… you mentioned being excited for fall. I apologize, did I overstep?” He asks with a hum, pressing a paintbrush to his lips. How can he go from being awkward to this… smooth?
“No.. its a nice nickname.Thanks.” You smile, returning to painting. You spend hours just sitting at the park, talking and munching on snacks. It’s honestly a wonderful time.
“Your painting turned out amazing, pumpkin.” Sol smiled at you, eyes shining as the sun dipped below the horizon. “Did you drive here?”
“No, I walked. Wanted to get my steps in, plus it’s a lovely day.” You hummed, eyes darting up to the sun.
“Would you like me to walk you home? It’s getting a bit dark out and I’d hate for something to happen to you…” Sol nodded. It was so sweet, he was always thinking of you. What a gentlemen.
“That would be super sweet, but I don’t want you getting home too late.” You said, worried about him.
Sol’s pumpkin was so perfect, always thinking of others. You didn’t need to worry about him, he would kill to get to go to your house. Just being in proximity to your home while you’re awake, gods, his veins were running hot.
“Sleep well, pumpkin” He said with a sweet smile, dropping you off at your door. He's so kind to you, you almost fully forgot how sad you were. But the idea of being alone again brought your mood back down.
“Do you have to go?” You pouted, not wanting to be alone. You trusted him.
You trusted him. He couldn't help but smile.
“I don't have to go, but I thought you'd be more comfortable on your own”
“I'm having a bad night.. just stay, please” you said with a small whine to your voice, hoping to convince him to stay.
“If you insist, pumpkin. I can't stay for too long, we have school tomorrow”
“That's fine. Just come sit with me and watch a show for a little. I just… need the company” You offer a smile, leading him into your apartment.
Fuck, he was too excited. He wondered if you could tell that he was practically bursting with joy. His pumpkin let him into her house. He didn't even have to break in today! This was a massive win for him, but he had to stay calm. Deep breaths, Sol, deep breaths.
“Do you need to talk about it?” He asked with a hum, sliding down onto your couch, sure to give you plenty of room to sit down.
“I… yeah, I'd like that. Are you sure you're okay with dealing with that?”
“Of course. Your feelings are important to me.” He spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice, nails digging into his palms. Not only were your feelings important, but you were his whole world. His everything. He needed you more than oxygen.
“Come sit down, then.” You smile, leading him to your couch. He sits down cautiously, like he’s scared to disturb even the pillows on your couch. You sit next to him, sighing as you begin to explain your predicament. “So, I have this really good friend Crowe, right? I’m sure you know Ichabod.”
“I know of him.” Sol says with thinly veiled rage. He's grateful to have dealt with that issue, but he must stay calm. If you knew about the drugged orange juice, about his plot, you’d hate him forever.
“well he’s been my best friend since I got to this school. My only friend, until he introduced me to his whole friend group. Then I finally had friends. So, he came over last weekend, and I guess I was super tired from my run that morning and the workload at school, because I fell asleep.” You pause, but Sol is just looking into your eyes. You have his full attention, every ounce of devotion. It makes you feel validated. “Anyways, he hasn’t spoken to me since. Nor have Britteny, or Geo, or any of them. And its tearing me up inside.”You let out a groan, clearly frustrated. But it feels good to rant to someone who actually cares.
“He doesn't deserve you, pumpkin…” Sol says with a soft smile, green hair falling in front of his eyes before he pushes it back. “I-I mean… If he was able to stop speaking to you so easily, he must not have cared enough. And you deserve the upmost care.”
“I… wow, thank you Sol. I wish I met you sooner.” You hum. Sol smiles, a mildly insane smile, before masking it with a more typical expression. You assume maybe he just isn’t used to having friends. Sol gives you big puppy-dog eyes, like he's begging you to talk more. He hangs on every word, every breath. He loves everything you do. “So… what else do you want to do?”
“m-me? Uhm…” Sol needs to think. What does he want? He wants to have his way with you, here and now. To worship you and mark you and make you just his. His. But he can’t say that. Not yet. So he needs to breathe. He remembers a show he’s watched you watch through his cameras, and he smiles. “I heard the Pilot of “Knights of Guenivere” came out. Is that too weird for you..?” Sol asks nervously, although he knows you’ve seen it three times and ordered the plushie. He ordered one too, to feel closer to you.
“oh. my. God!! You like that show too!!?!?!?” You squeal excitedly, clearly excited to have a shared interest. God, he could watch you smile like that every day. He wishes you’d get that excited just for him…
“yeah, it seems interesting. Do you want to tell me about it?” Sol hummed. He needed to hear you rant excitedly.
and rant you do. you yap for almost an hour, spouting off theories and fandom stuff and the actual plot. you explain your favorite characters and who you hate.
“Oh goodness… how long was I talking?” You ask with a slight blush. You feel bad, knowing you spoiled everything and ranted for an embarrassingly long time. But he looks into your eyes with admiration. Like every word spurs on the beat of his heart.
“Dont worry about it, pumpkin. I love to hear you get so…passionate.” He said with a lovesick grin. He’s unable to mask the obsession in his eyes now, because hearing you talk so happily made him fall even further for you, and turned him on to an insane degree. You could feel your pulse quicken under his gaze, and your cheeks heat up.
“Oh- thank you…” You smile softly, holding his gaze. And you just stare into those sunset eyes, having his love for you on full display, and getting lost in just how pretty they are. How did you not realize how gorgeous this man was? Was it the fact that he was a good listener? A gentleman, yet someone who seemed like he would crawl on all fours for you. You felt like somehow this man you’d only just met was perfect for you. He smiled. Because he had perfectly tailored himself to suit you, to be your one true love. You’d succumb eventually…