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kalolasfantasyworld · 2 months

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The birdies at the wedding 🕊️

A little one shot posted for 3000 hits!

Summary:

Helena, Nozel, Heinry, Noureen and Natalia attend the wedding of Asta and Noelle.

Just lots of fluff, pretty descriptions, spanglish and some silly jokes 💕

Yes, there is an illustration 🩵

Type: One shot

Word count: 2800

Author's note:

I mention other people's OCs. (Literally mentions, but I couldn't stop myself 😁.) They belong to @lyranova @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @loosesodamarble.

The ceremony at Asta and Noelle’s wedding was simply beautiful. Helena could come up with multiple astounding adjectives to describe it, but she was sure that even all of them complied could not reflect on how she was feeling. She bawled her eyes out and was loudly sobbing, while using a handkerchief to wipe away her never ending tears of joy.

Her children two nine year old boys Heinry and Noureen, and Natalia a three year old little girl would point out her emotional state.

“Mama, why are you crying?” Heinry pulled on her dress. “Papa do something!” He would then bother Nozel, who just smiled softly and stayed quiet as all of them should have done through out the ceremony.

After Asta and Noelle spoke their vows and finally said the long awaited ‘Yes’, the party was moved from the great chapel to the Silva Estate ballroom. As the Lady of the house it was Helena’s job to have it meticulously prepared. She obviously poured her heart out and countless hours at that, towards reaching her goal. The grand hall was lavishly decorated with white, pink, purple and blue flower bouquets, garlands, lights and all possible accessories. However it was not too much, just the perfect amount to not let anyone feel overwhelmed, but allow them to appreciate the interior. Helena cared for the good name of House Silva and she continued to fulfil that playful promise she had made to Nozel years ago, about pouring her dignified strength and giving her best for the prosperity and reputation of their House. Theirs. And now Asta joined the Silva family too.

The newlyweds sat at a rectangular table, which was specially raised on a platform, so that everyone could see them. Kahono as Noelle’s bride’s maid and Yuno as Asta’s best man, sat on both of their sides. Next to Yuno there was one additional seat prepared for his fiancé Neva, but she disappeared somewhere within the crowd and had yet to join them.

Helena and her familia were seated at the table to the right from the newlyweds. Next to them sat Solara and Fuegoleon with their own three cubs. They were engaged in some pleasant conversations and Fuego was completely drowning in the mesmerising green eyes of his wife. Helena watched them fondly, happy that everything seemed to have fallen in its right place.

She turned towards her three birdies, whose sight filled her with joy and pride only a mother could understand and smiled. Noureen was fidgeting with the high neck of the white jabot that he was wearing. It contrasted with his pastel red, sleeveless blazer and chocolate brown strands of hair, that fell onto his shoulders. Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with golden bands gripping it at his wrists. Matching pants were straight pleat and golden sandals finished of his look. The red cross flory fitchy earring in his right ear proudly stated, which house he belonged to. Although everybody could probably guess it anyway, because his hair was styled almost exactly as Nozel’s. And those eyes of his, they were lilac, just like nana Acier’s and his papa’s.

Heinry wore the exact same outfit, just that the accents were baby blue and the earring was on his left ear. He looked like a miniature copy of Nozel with his silver hair styled in an eagle like manner. However only looked, because when it came to his behaviour, nothing could scream louder the energetic atmosphere of the Drazels.

Natalia sat on the other side of the table in a raised seat specially prepared for a three year old. Her silver hair was getting longer and it was neatly styled in soft waves. The dark brown eyes of the girl were excited as she tried manoeuvring towards her mouth a piece of duck using a small fork. Helena worried that she would drop it on her soft lilac dress and then they would need to leave the party to get her changed. Thankfully Nozel was there to save the day. With a flick of his fingers he created some mercury protecting the fabric.

Classical ballroom music was being played by the band and Kahono, now a kingdom wide star, sang a love song for the newlyweds. Helena was immersed into the sound. She felt excitement rise in her chest and she knew, she wanted to join the dance.

Helena turned towards her husband and a her lips formed a beautiful smile.

“Would you like to dance mi amor?” She asked in a sweet tone.

“I’m good,” Nozel answered flatly and focused on the roast duck, that was in front of him, completely not noticing an annoyed expression on his wife’s face. He had to not realise, that she was just asking out of courtesy.

Helena furrowed her brows and huffed.

“Are you suuure?” She elongated the word and made Nozel look up. His eyebrows raised and lilac eyes were questioning.

“I want to finish this dish,” he said. “You know it’s my favorite.”

Yes Helena was aware, but she wished to be selfish and dance now.

“Papa helps me eat,” Natalia crinkled her tiny nose and now that it was two against one Helena knew she lost. Daddy’s girl was taking his side, since her youngest years.

“I would like to dance with you mama,” Heinry jumped of his seat and approached her. He respectfully bowed down and then reached his hand towards her. The little prince, that he was, knew all the required etiquette and was pristine with his manners. Lilac eyes flashed confidently and Helena chuckled softly reaching out to her son.

“At least someone knows how to be a gentleman,” she grinned at her husband, who just rolled his eyes affectionately, before once again swooping in to save Natalia’s dress. “What if you just feed her?” Helena added.

“I can… myself,” Natalia found the right word and furrowed her brows, while gripping harder onto the fork, that she was holding. She was a smart three year old and certainly a feisty one. Wonder where she got that from?

“You heard our hija,” Nozel proudly gazed at his daughter.

Helena could not help the fond expression, that appeared on her face. Nozel was a great dad, despite his countless worries, that he was going to be an awful one, like his own father was. However both of them pushed through, they made mistakes, they learned from them and they did all of this together, supporting one another. Now the three little birdies were growing up in a warm and happy environment, something Nozel’s childhood was lacking after his own mother had passed away.

Helena was pulled out of her thoughts by Heinry, not so sophistically dragging her towards the dance floor. He was very excited. When the next song began to play, she let her son lead her and even though he would make tiny mistakes, and slip from time to time, Helena knew that he was doing his best and it was all that mattered.

When Kahono finished singing they moved slightly to the side, but did not leave the dance floor yet. Helena smiled at Heinry and he responded in the same way, flashing his white teeth. ‘That’s my niño,’ she thought.

Suddenly somebody ran up to them and grabbed Helena’s dress hiding behind her.

“Woah, Noureen!” Helena exclaimed startled. “What are you doing hijo?”

He poked out his nose, so only the upper part of his face and frantically searching lilac eyes were visible.

“Tia Noelle wants to dance with me,” he whispered determined. “I’m running away.”

“Yhm,” Helena nodded and furrowed her brows at him. “And you think you will find shelter, while grabbing my dress?”

“Yeees?” Noureen raised his brow and Heinry chuckled, which earned him a poked out tongue from his exactly twenty four minutes younger brother.

“Hijo,” Helena smiled and pulled his small hands off her dress. She then turned around to face him and knelt down so they would be levelled. Helena reached out her palm and pressed it to her son’s cheek. Noureen nuzzled into it and she smiled, noticing right away how similarly to Nozel he behaved. “It is tia Noelle’s wedding day. She doesn’t want to dance with you to make you miserable, but to share her joy with her nephew,” Helena’s voice was tender. “Consider it a little gift you can give to her. I know you want tia to be happy.”

“I do,” he nodded motivated, “but what if I trip and then ruin her dress?” Noureen asked. “She looks very beautiful, tio Asta just can’t take his eyes of her.”

“My sweet hijo,” Helena looked at him lovingly. “It will be alright. You know how to dance and if you trip, that’s simply it. It will be just fine.”

“Tia won’t get angry?” Noureen blinked his lilac eyes.

“I don’t think there’s anything, that could ruin her mood today,” Helena winked and tapped his pointy nose. Her son softly giggled. “So go on now. Ask tia Noelle to dance.”

Noureen nodded determined and ran off towards the woman of the night. Helena and Heinry watched them for a minute, before deciding to head back to their table.

How surprised they were when the only ones present were Cyraleona and Eleonora Vermillon. Their parents and their brother were gone mingling, or dancing, while Nozel and Natalia were nowhere to be found.

Helena furrowed her brows. Where could these two had gone off to?

“Maybe papa did not manage to save Natalia’s dress and they went to change?” Heinry said out loud.

“Probably,” Helena nodded and looked at him. “Since they’re not here would you like to dance again?”

“Mama,” he groaned annoyed. “You know I have to ask you that. I’m practicing being a gentleman.”

“You already are one,” Helena chuckled, but let Heinry ask her again. Court etiquette practice was always welcomed, while being raised in a Royal family.

However as they moved towards the dance floor and then began swaying to yet another waltz, something drew Helena’s attention. Between the swirling dresses and moving legs, Helena noticed a familiar glint of silver. She guided Heinry towards it, walking past a pair, who Helena recognised as Josele and Nacht Faust, and then abruptly stopped, because her heart could not take the emotion, that it was experiencing.

Helena smiled and watched the view in front of her, while the warm feeling inside of her chest bubbled joyfully.

Just a few meters away Nozel and Natalia were dancing. However since their daughter was so small he had to lean down towards her in order to support her. Natalia’s movements were clumsy and she did not know the steps, so Nozel let her step on his feet, and with each move of his, she had no other choice but follow. Two dark orbs were staring and trying to analyse the dance, while brows furrowed determined. Silver hair beautifully framed her plump cheeks as she pouted. Her lilac dress, surprisingly without any stains on it, fluttered behind her.

Nozel was smiling, softly, because this was his way and Helena knew, that it was the most genuine expression, that he could have. His gaze was filled with love as he guided his little girl and lilac eyes were watching, taking in her view. Nozel looked amazing himself and Helena could proudly admit, that to her taste, he was the most handsome man at the party. He wore a blue, long sleeved blazer with sophisticated golden accents and a white jabot, but it started lower on his neck, beneath the part, where his golden collar used to be. A Silva cross was attached to the jabot at the centre beneath the soft feathery neckline. The vest underneath the blazer was white and his pants were pressed pleat, like those his sons wore. Silver hair was styled in the eagle like pushed back and up hairstyle and the strands at the front were braided. However it was just this official occasion. Everyday he would have them loose, because he no longer needed the reminder of his past. He would clasp the blue Silva pendant only on occasions, such as this one, which required the ‘Nozel Silva’ look.

He had to feel her stare, because Nozel looked up at her and Helena’s heart beat faster. She smiled genuinely and felt a soft blush spread over her cheeks. How she loved him and the family they had created.

“Natalia really can’t dance,” Heinry commented and pulled Helena out of her thoughts.

“Oh shush. They’re doing amazing,” she quieted him, but her tone was fond.

They came back to the dance themselves, but then Heinry grinned at her.

“What if we do a switch?” He asked. “I can teach Natalia a little bit and you would dance with papa?”

“Heinry,” Helena chuckled. “Do you think I need a wingman to dance with my own husband?”

“Well mama,” he shrugged. “You kind of failed earlier.”

“I won’t this time,” she deflected.

When the song ended they approached Nozel and Natalia. Helena smiled fondly and swept her gaze over them. Just as she was about to speak up and ask her husband to dance, Natalia reached out her little arm and grabbed onto his palm, pulling him down towards herself. Her fingers looked so small compared to his. She leaned in and whispered something to his ear.

Nozel slowly closed his eyes and then delicately nodded, before ruffling her hair. Natalia squeaked excited and let him stand up.

“May I have this dance Helena?” Nozel reached out his hand toward her.

She gracefully took it and let him lead her just few steps away from their children. They did not want to loose sight of them, especially the three year old in this filled with people ballroom. So only when Heinry and Natalia began to dance, the gazes of their parents went towards one another.

“Keeping secrets from me again mi amor?” Helena playfully quirked her brow as Nozel pulled her closer and began leading her to the music.

“Would you like me to spill them?” He asked flatly and when Helena nodded, he shook his head. “I can’t violate the sacred father-daughter trust.”

Helena pouted.

“So I’m going to be left in the dark, when it comes to your whispers?” She fluttered her lashes.

“Maybe,” Nozel stated. “Although I suppose you will get it out of Natalia after making her surrender in a tickle war.”

“I am the best at tickle wars,” Helena laughed.

“I am aware,” he deadpanned and just to tease him Helena moved forwards. “Don’t you dare,” he furrowed his brows and it made her chuckle even more.

“Oh you know I wouldn’t do anything, while we’re in public. Nobody will know the tricks that señora Silva has up her sleeve,” Helena winked.

“They don’t acknowledge how much of a devil you are with these,” Nozel stated in a serious tone.

“No captain,” she corrected him and her tone changed to seductive. “I’m a devil in some other settings, only known to you,” she purred.

“Helena,” he hissed, but could not hide the gentle, fond expression on his face.

“I love you,” Helena grinned and Nozel just rolled his eyes.

“I love you too,” he gazed at her deeply, “but you are annoying.”

“And I will gladly annoy you for the rest of our days,” she said.

“Keep your promise.”

The song ended and Helena very reluctantly pulled away from Nozel. Two of their kids were nearby and she noticed further away Noureen bowing to Noelle, before she took her new husband’s hand. Asta’s green eyes were focused on her this entire time and seemed very excited to dance with his gorgeous bride.

“After the next song you should ask Noelle to dance with you,” Helena inquired.

“I will,” Nozel nodded and looked at his sister proudly. “She’s come so far and became very strong. I am happy for her.”

“Oi watch out,” Helena grinned and he quirked his silver brows at her. “Your caring side is showing so much today, that some may even think the real Nozel Silva has been kidnapped.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“You actually think you’re funny?” Nozel asked irritated.

“And that’s how I know you’re my husband,” she giggled.

Soon the song ended and Nozel was about to go ask Noelle to dance, while Helena and their children would head to the table. However at the last second Nozel stopped her and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you Helena and you look beautiful this evening, just like you do everyday,” he said and it caught her by surprise how out of the blue it was. Despite being married for years, she flushed and her heart picked up its pace. “Save me the next dance, because I want to show off to everyone my amazing wife.”

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strikeslip · 2 years

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every time I log into Elden Ring, kill like, two bosses, and then log out again: I am Junebugging Elden Ring. I am going to leave this map, so, so clean.

#elden ring #now doing the Everything Underground Travel By Coffin portion of things #I do not actually want to marry Ranni but I do want to fight Astel #guess I gotta abandon her at the altar #the altar being: Marika's Anvil I guess?#always said if I was going to have a wedding I would need a bonfire and a live sacrifice #elden ring gets me on that #but I desire the Rune of Mending Morgott's Inexplicable Coping Mechanisms

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andraxicated · 2 years

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Chapter one | the prince's comfort

Chapter pairings: Kaeya x f! reader

Series synopsis: Born and bred to be empress, your clan has sent many women to the royal court but never the most coveted position out of them all. Thanks to your schematic family, the moment you came to this world was when the first empress has been rid of, presenting the fate of a mere newborn. Try to adjust to your life in the throne as your heart is shaken by the men who came to your life, one after another. Either as a passerby, a lesson or perhaps true love.

Chapter synopsis: One night where you're left all alone to yourself, an unexpected guest welcomes himself to your life...and to your bed.

Tags: smut | forbidden love | first time | virginity loss | slight angst

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What you said years ago may be forgotten as time flies, children grow, people change and so do their dreams. You look out the window in your wedding dress; everyone around you gushed and congratulated you on your new life but the receiver didn’t seem to be an enthusiastic bride.

The main path from Mondstadt gate to the cathedral was protected with an elemental barrier, behind those are joyous people who wave cloths, flowers, or simply their hands to welcome the new empress of the Teyvatian empire. The holy kingdom prepared grandiose decorations across their roofs, the sky, and especially the inside of the grand cathedral which took the sisters' breaths away.

All of these are to welcome the wedding of Emperor Pierro and the Empress (y/n) (l/n). There was a rumor about how her family went through extreme means to get her the position and it almost cost her the throne but the clever people from her house dissipated the rumor like smoke.

The shouts got louder and the Favonius knights became alert; all eyes focused on the carriage that stopped in front of the gate. The door opens before you know it, one step of your bejeweled shoe and the reveal of the hem of your white gown; the journalists soon scramble to take photos and describe your style, a race on who gets to publish an article first.

You grab the extended hand of your family's most loyal man, stepping out of the carriage with his help. Itto smiled brightly at you, one that always made you feel at ease as you're entering a foreign country on your first official visit. He was always the one who stuck by your side even if you used to be mean to him, following you like a puppy since you were kids. Sadly, the connection between you and him had to be severed inside the palace.

You beam at him slightly, nothing like the gratitude you feel inside for him since you had to be careful with your appearance, people like to nitpick anything they see. "Goodluck." he whispers, and you nod poker-faced before lifting your chin to walk to the cathedral.

It was exhausting, paired with the sun that scorched you throughout the long walk yet you can't move an inch of a complaint as your entourage of ladies are as stiff as stone. As soon as you reached the large doors, the knights don't immediately open them per instruction; “wait for her attendants to finish fixing the gown, hair, makeup, and when the attendants come back to their places, open the door wide for the new empress.”

The grand sight of the cathedral welcomes you with its glorious stained glass, sparkling chandeliers, and sunray spotlights while the heads of the guest turn to you. You walk slowly and confidently, passing without a glance at any of the seats until you see the two members of the Imperial family at your right. The emperor at the front and the blue-haired prince at his back; you glance at Pierro's features, and are once again reminded that you and him have a large age gap. He's dashing for his age at least; besides you're not marrying for love, you marry for power.

He offers you his hand and you take it, placing your soft skin against his rough and calloused palm. His hand was large as it covers your own for warmth, an action that eased you a bit. The organ resounds as the emperor and his new empress walk together to the altar, side by side, hand in hand to be blessed by the heavens.

After the wedding, the bride must be pampered to prepare herself for her night duties. Like how your hair was brushed by the servants, the tufts of light makeup on your face, your shoulder bare from the innocent yet provoking nightgown. The hands on you then stop when everyone hears a knock. "Come in" you command, and a shaking maid unable to meet your eyes stutters her announcement.

"Word-word came from the emperor's palace. The emperor has f...forgone the first night. He said that the empress may retire for the night as she is exhausted from the long journey to the palace."

Silence. Then the brush falls on the floor and the maid assigned to it screams her apologies. You don't what to feel about it but you were taught to decode the meaning behind one's actions. Were they already telling you your place in the palace? That you're just a young, naive, second empress? Does it mean he doesn't want an heir from you? Did he swear to never touch another woman after his wife died? you scoff—preposterous. Your left eye twitches as you grip the thin material of the nightgown too hard, your sharp manicured nails tearing a little hole in the lace. Oh how you wanted to rip it all apart.

"Everyone leave" One word from you and they all bow synchronized, leaving the tools at your vanity still arranged. You stand up and look at the window, gazing at the waning moon that's supposed to represent you. The moon of the empire. And it's getting smaller day by day just like the happiness dwindling out of you; to think that the palace would transform you into such a state…it’s frightening. You're so far away from home, far away from everyone and everything you knew and suddenly you're thrown into the den of wolves. With no one around you.

The lady that your family raised never cries, and is never vulnerable. She only shows her weakness that's made up and uses tears for the effect of capturing hearts. Unexpected it was that real tears dripped down from your eyes and onto your cheeks, and more unexpected it was that an intruder came to your palace late at night.

"Oh my. Why is the empress crying on her wedding day?" A playful voice rang from below and you wiped your tears fast, looking down on your balcony and seeing the blue-haired prince smirking. You squinted your eyes, putting up a cold defense as you're reading his face. Mocking? Was he mocking you? Maybe he already knew what happened, word travels fast in the palace.

"Prince Kaeya. Isn't my residence off limits without any permission to enter aside from the emperor? I'm afraid I haven't received news of your visitation." You say as a matter of fact and he froze, a fake reaction that made your blood boil.

"Oh? Sorry about that. I was used to playing around my home, ‘forgot someone is now occupying this place.” His gaze turned a bit serious at you. He subtly mentioned his mother, the first empress, being the constant reminder that you were foreign to the palace. Kaeya could be harboring ill feelings towards you and your family, for taking away his mother, and his father’s affection. What a kid. You have to set your position right since you can't keep being treated like this.

"Your mother is no longer here. As for that rumor…I’m afraid it has nothing to do with me." And at that, his smile fades on your effective provocation. "I'm the new empress now. Learn to respect me and stop dwelling on the past."

Kaeya nods as if taking your words seriously. He doesn't talk for a minute and you decided to retreat to your room until he states his reason for visiting to prevent you from going back.

"I don’t believe in rumors that happened years ago so no need to go down that path. I just wanted to comfort you." And you turn to him in a whirl, expression floored as he has the utmost satisfaction of seeing your face looking amusing. Comfort? What comfort?

"Come on empress, I'm just a bit older than you. We should be friends don't you think?" His age doesn't match his actions.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” “I don’t think so.” Kaeya shrugs.

"Don't get cocky now. You aren't even the crown prince yet." You retort and he rolls his eyes. “Why does everything have to be connected to the throne?.” He huffs a sigh testing your temperament.

“I always hear those nags about being the crown prince, thought you would be different. But I can't blame you after all...the palace is a dangerous place to live.” And he leaves before bowing down like a cherry topping from the disrespect he showed you tonight.

"I know that. But I'm not going to end up like your mother." You reply to yourself, watching his back getting smaller from your balcony.

After that incident, you tightened the security of your residence to prevent that prince from coming again. Yet it’s proven to be useless as Kaeya is persistent when he always manages to find you in the palace and greets you with a “Good morning empress”, kissing the back of your palm as you look down on him in disgust. He always sits on your afternoon tea uninvited, this time is not an exception. But you were left alone so you stood up, head twisting to look if anyone was around.

“You’ll break your neck if you keep doing that.” He casually drops, placing tea for himself and downing it right away, lacking the proper etiquette. You’re starting to question if he’s really the prince.

“You’d probably like that don’t you?” You sit down and snap, and Kaeya had to hide his little smile in the teacup. He’s feeling it, you’re responding and warming up to him. He calls for a servant and wine, a glass for him placed on the tablecloth as the dark liquor flows.

“I don’t like breaking necks but I like breaking backs.” He casually says while sipping, and you suddenly slam your teacup too loudly that it clangs. Kaeya who’s surprised by your actions thought you knew the innuendo behind it, but once again you never fail to disappoint him.

“How can a prince be so violent?” And he burst laughing, his tummy hurting from the childlike innocence and your expression that’s done with him. What was so funny? You feel suddenly conscious about what you said. Did you interpret it the wrong way?

“Are you drunk?”

Kaeya wipes the water from his eyes while you roll yours in exasperation. “I am not drunk nor violent like what you think. If you go out on the streets then you’d understand what I’m trying to say.” “I’m not that free to wander around in the streets. And I don’t like the messy and noisy environments.”

He nods, pouring you a cup of tea when he saw it’s empty. All of a sudden he had good etiquette. “What a good laugh. If you weren’t off limits, you’d certainly be by my side…”

Then he trails off, realizing he had a slip of the tongue and feared what face would you make. He has a knack for ruining things, didn’t he? Blue eyes slowly look at you, a side glance to see what would you feel about what he just said.

Kaeya thought you would feel disgusted about him having that kind of thoughts about you, but when he saw your face…It sparked a little hope in him that was too bright. He didn’t know if he should pursue it or leave it alone.

Your lips were curved, eyes blinking at him, mouth agape, and to him, you look flustered; just like the women he entraps with his flattery. “What did you say?” You croak, this was the first time your voice ever broke since you were a child. The empress can’t be vulnerable or show her feelings, that’s what you’ve been taught and drilled into your mind, it’s a very hard ideal to take out. But certain situations continuously show someone your inner feelings. The slight thump you felt in your heart was dangerous, it made you unable to speak and think properly.

“Empress-“

“This is highly inappropriate.”

“I was just joking!” “I think I need to go now. It’s not a nice joke.”

You stand up scared from your inner turmoil, you’ve never been taught how to handle awkward scenarios. And so, you turn away with one last glance at Kaeya, and you run to the comfort of your four walls. You feel insane, you can’t think about what he said earlier. Verifying and demanding answers should be first but you’re just here thinking about the deeper meaning of what he said. You don’t think you can approach him again.

He’s the emperor’s son for goodness sake! Your husband’s son! It’s a sin to be thinking about him like that, but he sinned first! You’re not in the wrong. It’s his fault, you should stay away from him and listen to your rational mind, reassess the situation —*knock*—you stop pacing around the room and suddenly fear the door. Instead of telling them to come in, you grab the door harshly to reveal the maid who was shocked at your appearance. Your mood went down as if expecting someone else.

“What is it?” “Your Majesty. His Highness, Prince Kaeya requests for approval of visitation.” Your eyes slightly widen but you keep it together, preventing the maid from seeing any reaction. “When?” “Right now. He’s with the front guards.” You swallow and nod, thinking of his reason for visitation. He usually barges in but now he has the thought of following protocol. “Let him in. Lead him to the drawing room.”

He makes you so confused and stressed, earlier you just said to keep your distance from him but you can’t bear the thought of turning him away. You stare at yourself in the mirror, examining yourself if you look good enough, flattening and smoothing stray hairs, grabbing your favorite perfume, and glaring at it. Who wears perfume to sleep? You place it back down, and you stop at your indecent attire. Should you change to a more appropriate dress? Your mind was going back and forth, whether should you follow the right path or stray from it; until the overthinking ate you up with no time left to change as a knock resounds on the other side of the door.

“Come in”

The maid bows at the side, announcing Kaeya who’s looking at you with an unreadable expression. “No one shall come near my chambers. You may go now.” No questions asked the maid departs with a bow to the both of you. Shy gazes and an uncomfortable silence ensue as you make way for Kaeya and he enters timidly.

“I’ll get you tea. I have no liquor inside my room.” You walk away yet he pulls on your coverup, exposing a bit of skin on your shoulder that scandalizes you. “Prince! What are you-“ Kaeya’s blue eyes linger on the bare skin, who knows what’s on his mind? You try to read his expression; his predatory gaze, his lips ajar, and his grip on your nightgown crumpled, all those details tell you what he wants. Your brows furrow in frustration from being able to read his actions. And so, you snap him out of his trance, putting back the cover on your shoulder. “What’s your excuse this time?”

He clears his throat. “I wanted to apologize the other day. You ran off so suddenly so I must have shocked you. It was inappropriate of me to say that-”

“It’s alright, I’m sure it was just a little mistake.” Your cold voice pierced through the air, cutting off his words. He nodded, looking down before staring at you darkly, it made you uneasy.

“If you don’t have anything to say, you can go now.” “I have something to say. I still haven’t apologized properly.”

Kaeya grabs your fingers lightly, looking down at them before speaking his mind. “I’m sorry for the other day but I wasn’t lying. And I can’t forget about it…” He says, forcing you to a corner as your mind goes haywire on what he’s trying to get to you. The answer was dangling in front of yet you refuse to look into it, afraid of what it will do to you. Yet that danger seemed to be exciting, thrilling, captivating; a trap for anyone who dives into it, and you, are a mere human who fell in.

“What are you trying to say?” A scared hush comes from your lips, fearing for the knowing response that comes next. It makes you squirm, makes your head spin, just as you find yourself anticipating his words.

“Just one time. A one-time thing. Please give me a chance.” Kaeya hopes he gets his message across to you, the overgrowing need for something forbidden was too strong. And it does get to you, but you needed one last confirmation from him that he’s ready to do this.

“I think you’ve gone insane. Do you even know what you’re saying?” you ask, suspicious he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, yet Kaeya knows very well what he’s getting himself into. He already made up his mind before coming here.

“I know…I know I hate seeing you cry. So please, let me wipe those tears away.” What tears? Oh, the one that fell from your eye, placing itself on your cheek; too many unknown emotions swirling inside are overwhelming you as your face then contorts.

“Let me make up for what my father lacked.”

Kaeya hated his father in multiple instances, and one is for taking him away from you. One time in an event for noble children; he saw you falling and bruising your knee, crying in the grass, and he almost ran to go help you. He wanted to approach this pretty girl and make friends but— “Kaeya. Let’s go.” —his father’s stern voice pulled him back, his little body freezing at the command of the emperor, and he’s forced to watch another boy urgently pick you up.

And it even grew much more for trapping you inside the palace to become his wife, he was unbelievably disgusted when he knew you were chosen. Now this, his arrogant father canceling on your first night, abandoning the lonely empress and not even seeing or visiting you for once. His father was terribly good at deserting people. But why was he angry when he didn’t do anything to save you? He just wanted and visualized, keeping his anger to himself and never putting his mind to action.

He was a coward. Kaeya was a coward. And was coveting his father’s wife his first act of rebellion? He doesn’t know if this was brought by anger or lust, maybe both, but he can’t think of those now that he’s got you under his body.

Your hands claw at his v-neck shirt that barely covered his chest, his lips tasting you and making you his for the night. Just one night like he always does.

You never looked at him that way until recently. The coronation was the first time you saw him. You barely had time to admire the prince back then, and seeing him now you understand why he becomes the talk of the town. His eyes were a deep blue, hair patching his palette, and his skin had a different kind of beauty from what you knew. Kaeya was simply graced with a great appearance.

His sun-kissed skin glistens with sweat as he groans from pushing inside you, tears escaping from the corner of your eyes from the pain, and he wipes it away with his thumb, the other hand on your waist for him to squeeze. It was sure to bruise. “I’m sorry for the pain. It will be over soon.” He assures you as he sees you uncomfortable, guiding you through your first time.

“Try to breathe in and feel me inside you. You’ll feel much better.” Kaeya breathed hard as he starts pushing further, testing your depth as you cry out from the unfamiliar sensuality.

“It…it still hurts.”

He presses right below your tummy and you thrash open-mouthed. “There. You feel me right?”

Your body glides up and down as he changes pace, a hand pinning you to the soft sheets to gain full control over you. Getting a taste of the forbidden fruit, marking what’s not his, all of those a sin against his father and heaven. But the prince didn’t care even if he were to be struck with stones, he has no responsibility at this moment.

In between the sheets, you and him left your thrones, just two young souls who found each other in lust, not caring about the price they had to pay sooner. That was how humans succumbed to sin and lost themselves. Focused only on how their bodies worked, relishing the mind-numbing, body-curling experience as they lose their ability to speak, uttering animalistic sounds from their mouths.

“Kaeya! I feel weird, ah!” You moan, not knowing the ecstatic feeling building up inside you. He smirks, finding your inexperience cute. “Just let it go. It’s the best part.” and he stimulates your spot further to help you chase your high.

“Ah!” A wanton moan escapes your lips. What was this feeling? You know you’re secreting down there and that passing moment was just so addicting and relieving. You feel like you want to do it again with the way he shoves in and out. Kaeya shudders, finishing inside you while forgetting the possible consequence, his mind was not on the right track to think straight.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looks down at your smaller, corrupted body that he just claimed. He did it. He stole another man's wife…One look at you fighting your sleep and he feels guilty knowing he won’t stay; he won’t even have the time to take care of you. This relationship was far too risky to continue, it could cost you both your lives and he doesn’t want to drag you into the dirt. You were still pure under all your layers, you shouldn’t be dirtied.

“Are you leaving now?” You break the silence, eyes closed to rest. “Miss me already?” And you fought the urge to open your eyes and glare at him. “Not that I want you to stay…but you said that you wanted to comfort me. You wanted to be friends.” You wondered what kind of friend he will be to you. And if friends even do something like that. You almost forgot you have a husband, how could you remember that man when you haven’t seen him since the wedding.

Kaeya laughs, breaking your thoughts of the emperor. “Can we still be friends after this? But I’m pretty sure this is a trend nowadays.” He says with an amusing look, guessing your response. “I definitely don’t want to be friends with someone I slept with. You said yourself this is a one-time thing.”

He almost forgot that. Kaeya never got rejected and speaking to you was the first time his pride got hurt. Raising his eyebrows in agreement, he nods and lays down beside you. “You need to take a bath or at least wash your lower half.”

You don’t understand why you need to take a bath on a tired body but then you feel the sticky liquid between your thighs. And in a fit of embarrassment, you turn your back on him, your stupid heart pounding from what happened earlier. “I don’t want to take a bath. I’m too tired.” You close your eyes to try escaping him and then surprisingly fall into slumber.

Kaeya watched your back for an hour even though he needed to leave immediately. You got quiet soon and he assumed you were sleeping, you needed it after all. He stands up from the bed, contemplating whether to touch you or not, because if he does, then he’ll stay and sleep here. Your heads are probably on a platter the next morning.

He doesn’t smile for there was nothing to smile about. There was only room for regrets and what-ifs. He dresses as quietly as possible, not wanting to bother the sleepy figure.

"Such a shame. You could've been my empress." He muses out loud before leaving for the night.

But what Kaeya didn’t know was that you were a light sleeper, trained to detect assassinations in your sleep, royals are prone to it after all. Thus, even the slightest noise of his pants woke you up.

You were wide-eyed, dazed, as the door closes and your room gets cold; he planted so many doubts coursing through your mind, together with questions of whether you became empress at the wrong time.

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hybridanafrost · 1 month

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Hi Camy!

For the ship ask game I'd like to ask for Asta x Noelle and Jack x Lorena 💚😁

Hi Lola! 😁

I see you sent me some softballs.

Astelle - makes sense, compels me!

They are so cute together when Noelle isn't shooting Asta with her water magic. Overused gags aside, Asta makes the perfect emotional support himbo for Noelle. Asta is also super supportive of Noelle's character growth. Noelle and Asta have come a long way from how they started, and it makes total sense for them to end up together. If only Asta will hurry up and get a clue! I often joke that if they don't become endgame, then they'll at least have a platonic work wife/husband dynamic, and I live for that too!

Jarena - makes sense, compels me!

I'm biased, of course. 😏

I just find Jack so interesting as a character and feel like he could have been fleshed out more. Creating Lorena has helped me do that.

In canon, Jack is a man who is always smiling and itching to fight. He has a silly side to him and is competitive around Yami. He expects those under him to fall in line under the threat of being sliced by his magic. He has the capacity to be serious and hold the proper respect for those he admires, like Fuegoleon and Julius. He was the son of a hunter and loves cooking meat. I feel like taking all of that into account would be fun to bring into his dynamic with Lori.

Lorena is a butcher and a widowed mother of two. She's a hardworking business owner and understands being in a position of authority and the responsibility that brings. Lorena, much like Jack, was orphaned when she was too young to have a grimoire. She had to hustle to get to where she is now. So they can already connect and have common ground with that. Lorena has a warm and friendly disposition, but that does not make her a pushover in the slightest. She had to be tough to survive everything she's been through. Motherhood may carry a lot of softness, but it also brings ferocity! However, she isn't uptight or overly serious. She does have a sense of humor, and it can be rather morbid.

So Jack meets a stunning civilian woman who isn't intimidated by him in the slightest, knows her way around meat, and can laugh at his jokes? He could hear wedding bells on day 1.

The problem was that Lorena was a widow and not keen on getting married again. After all, she had her daughters and didn't want to bring in a man into her life that wasn't capable of handling them. They were a package deal. Getting to write Jack as the dad that stepped up is so fun. I can imagine he wouldn't be bad with kids as long as they have stuff in common to bond over. Agnes loves to cut things, and Abigail loves cooking. He and the family couldn't be more compatible. Seeing that he can grow so close to her daughters was all the reason she needed to marry him.

#black clover oc #black clover original character #lorena harlow #oc: lorena harlow #jarena #astelle #asta x noelle #ship ask game

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f-oighear · 4 days

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I don't know if it's only me while I was reading your Soulmate AU, but how did Nozel x Vanessa managed to end up more romantic than Asta x Noelle?

Shit happens

I tend to write Astelle as best friends first so maybe that's why? And they've known each other longer, which could also explain it. 🤔

But the last scene of Stargazers... And Finral's wedding in They Don't Need To Know... they also have some nice, romantic moments...

#asks-fo #black clover #bcsau #astelle #nozessa

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lyranova · 1 year

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Children of the Future: The World to Come

Chapter 5: I’m Proud of You

Hiya everyone, I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get this chapter out, the muses haven’t been very cooperative lately. But i finally managed to get them to work hehe 😁! This chapter came out less Astelle and more…family orientated 😅, which hadn’t been my intention, but in the next chapter there’ll be a lot more Astelle moments 😁! I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @crazyclownthanos @loosesodamarble @acacia-may (if anyone else wants to be tagged please let me know!) also Hikari belongs to @eme-eleff !

Word Count: 3,354

Warnings: None, Vague mention of pregnancy at the end

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Asta sighed loudly as he tried to fix his neck tie, he was far from good at these sorts of things, and it was only made worse because he was so nervous. Today was probably one of the most important days of his life; it was his wedding day.

He could have swore it was just yesterday that he had asked Noelle to marry him, but when he looked at the date he realized it had been well over a year since he asked her! Asta nearly laughed, the two had been pretty busy with missions and Asta finding out that he was in the running to be the next Wizard King.

Asta jumped as he heard someone knock on the door, he took a deep breath.

“ Come in,” he said as he watched the door in the mirror, he sighed as his foster brother/rival/best friend Yuno walked in and began to chuckle. “ It’s not funny Yuno!”

“ I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny to see you struggling with something as simple as a tie.” Yuno said with another chuckle, Asta began to grumble as Yuno walked over and began to fix his tie.

“ You’re one to talk! I remember how nervous you were before your wedding day, your hands were shaking as bad, if not worse, than mine!” Asta pointed out, he watched Yuno’s pale cheeks suddenly turn pink as he recalled the memory.

“ Which wedding day? If you recall, I had two.” Yuno also pointed as he continued to try and undo the mess that Asta had created with his tie.

“ You know exactly which one! Your real wedding, y’know, the one that took place a year ago in exactly the same church!” Asta shouted, Yuno winced slightly before shaking his head.

“ I don’t remember that.”

“ You liar! You remember, you just don’t like how embarrassing it was!” Asta shouted, which caused Yuno to sigh and shake his head.

“ Will you two shut up?! I’m trying to get ready myself y’know!” Liebe suddenly shouted from behind Asta, the two looked and saw the chibi sized devil trying to fix his shirt and suit jacket.

As Yuno continued trying to fix Asta’s tie the foster brothers fell into silence, both nervous but for very different reasons. Finally, after much battling, Yuno was able to fix the bow tie Noelle had picked out for Asta.

“ There, it looks good on you…surprisingly.” Yuno said as he took a step back, Asta frowned.

“ What’d you mean? Of course it’d look good on me, my wife picked it out you jerk!” Asta shouted and Yuno chuckled a bit.

“ I dunno, that wife of yours tends to either hit or miss with her fashion sense.” Liebe said deadpan, and Asta turned and looked at him.

“ Hey that’s my wife you’re talking about!” Asta shouted, of course the three knew that Yuno and Liebe were only kidding about Noelle and her fashion sense.

“ Technically she isn’t your wife yet,” Yuno pointed out as he crossed his arms. “ You’ve still got to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ before that happens.” He added which made Asta snort.

“ That didn’t stop you from doing the same thing with Neva.” Asta muttered which made Yuno blush as Liebe laughed at the two.

The group fell into silence again as Asta straightened his jacket, Yuno couldn’t help but look at him fondly. While the ash-blonde haired man was still loud and boisterous like he always was, there was a new…calmness, no, maturity about him. He gave a small huff of laughter; Asta and mature in the same sentence, he never thought that would happen.

But Asta had really matured over the years, and in Yuno’s opinion, that somehow made him way cooler than he already was, if that were even possible!

“ Y’know Asta, I envy you.” Yuno said with a small smile before he walked out of the room. “ Hurry up, you’re going to be late!”

“ Huh? ‘I envy you’? What the heck does he mean? I’m the one who envies him.” Asta muttered before Liebe suddenly patted his brother on the shoulder with a grin.

“ C’mon it’s time to go, don’t wanna keep the royal waiting.” Liebe joked as he and Asta walked out of the waiting room.

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The wedding went off without a hitch.

Asta stood at the end of the aisle waiting excitedly to see his future wife, and as each of her bridesmaids slowly made their way down the aisle Asta could feel his excitement and anxiousness reaching its peak.

Finally, the door opened and Asta felt his heart skip a beat. Noelle stood at the entrance with her eldest brother Nozel by her side, and she looked beautiful.

She wore a beautiful strapless gown with beautiful diamond details on the bodice, as Asta’s eyes traveled down the gown he noticed the edges of the tool were a light blue, and that how the dress moved as she walked mimicked waves. She had on satin gloves with light blue around the top, and she had her silver hair in a loose bun with a beautiful, simple, ocean inspired hair ornament that Kahono had given her.

The closer Noelle got, the brighter Asta’s face became, his eyes shining with absolute love and amazement, and if one looked closely at Noelle, they would see the same in her eyes.

Once she and Nozel made it to the other end of the aisle, Asta watched as a small look passed between the siblings before he gently gave Asta her hand. He cut the shorter man a serious look before he turned and walked towards his seat.

“ Wow Noelle, you look beautiful!” Asta said, his mouth slightly agape in awe. Noelle’s blush deepened but you could see a shy, happy smile appear on her face.

“ Of course I do Bakasta, did you think I would come out here looking terrible?” She asked, her voice trying to sound harsh and haughty like usual, but it instead came out more soft and teasing. “ But I will admit you don’t clean up too badly yourself Bakasta.” She added softly, using Asta’s nickname to tease him, but also to try and calm her nerves.

Soon Father Orsi quickly cleared his throat and looked at the two with a slightly stern, but mostly loving gaze. He quickly went on with trying to officiate the wedding, but paused occasionally to clear his throat and wipe his eyes, which confused Asta a bit.

“ Do you, Asta, take Noelle to be your lawfully wedded wife? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi asked, and when Asta turned to look at him his green eyes widened. Father Orsi was quietly crying, which explained why he was clearing his throat and wiping his eyes when he was speaking. Asta smiled fondly at the man who had raised him, and was his foster father and gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Father Oris nodded after a minute, signaling that he had regained his composure. Asta than turned to look at Noelle with that same fond, but very bright smile.

“ I do.”

Noelle’s face turned red once again and she quickly turned to look at Father Orsi as he turned his attention to her.

“ Do you, Noelle, take Asta to be your lawfully wedded husband? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi glanced at Asta before leaning towards Noelle. “ It’s not too late to change your mind, you still have a chance!”

“ H-Hey I can hear you y’know?!” Asta shouted loudly, causing everyone in the church to laugh, including Noelle, but the silver haired woman quickly shook her head.

“ I’m not going to run away,” She turned to look at Asta with the softest and most loving smile anyone had ever seen. “ I choose you, and I’ll never change my mind. I do take you, Asta, to be my lawfully wedded husband. No matter what.”

Everyone had been a little surprised at Noelle’s firm love declaration, about they all smiled and were glad that she had shown everyone how confident she was in her love for the ash-blonde haired mage.

Father Orsi smiled fondly at the two before he cleared his throat.

“ Well, with that being said, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Asta and Noelle looked at each other with slightly wide eyes, like Yuno and Neva during their wedding, the two had almost forgotten about this part. Asta could hear Yuno chuckling from behind him.

“ C’mon Asta, we don’t have all day. Isn’t that what you told me on my wedding day?” Yuno teased as he patted his friend on the shoulder.

“ Yeah Asta, surpass your limits!” Vanessa shouted, and Asta and Noelle looked out and saw all the Black Bulls standing there with bright, loving, and cheerful smiles on their faces. Even Captain Yami couldn’t hide the proud smile on his face.

Asta and Noelle looked at each other for a moment, before they both took a deep calming breath. Noelle gently cupped Asta’s face in her hands, leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips. Asta’s eyes widened in surprise but he soon closed them and gently kissed her back as his hands rested on her sides.

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After the ceremony ended, everyone walked outside for the reception. The colder days had gradually begun to grow warmer and warmer with each passing day, and today was the warmest so far, which made it the perfect day to hold the reception outside in the field beside the church.

As soon as Asta and Noelle had walked out of the church they were greeted by all the Black Bulls. The two were hugged, given gifts and words of encouragement, and were both patted on the head by Captain Yami.

“ I’m proud of you two.” Yami had said as he ruffled their hair. “ But if either of you screws this up I’ll kill you both.” He added in a mildly threatening tone, which instinctively made the two straighten and salute their Captain.

“ Yes Captain Yami, sir!”

Soon, a 6 year old Hikari, and a nearly 3 year old Aloys Adlai approached them. Aloys walked over to his parents and his mother picked him up and held him.

“ Auntie Noelle, Uncle Astaa! You both look soooo beautiful!” Hikari said happily as she ran up and held both their hands. “ Thank you for letting me be the flower girl, I really enjoyed throwing the flowers everywhere!”

“ Aw you’re welcome Hikari, you did an amazing job! Thank you for doing it for us!” Asta told her cheerfully as he crouched down and ruffled her hair, Noelle turned to look at Aloys.

“ And you did a great job as the ring bearer Aloys, thank you for doing it.” Noelle told him kindly, Aloys muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before hiding his face in his mothers neck.

“ We’re all proud of you Aloys, you were really brave and did an amazing job.” Gauche said as he reached out and patted his son's head, Noelle watched the little boy smile before he hugged his mother tighter.

Soon, Vanessa ran off towards the open bar with Finral in tow, Charmy and Secre went off towards the food table, Gordon went to sit with Grey, Gauche, and Aloys. Zora, Luck, and Magna went off to spar in the field, while Nacht, Henry, and Liebe all went their own ways since there were a lot of people around. While Captain Yami and Hikari walked towards Captain Roselei who was sitting at a nearby table.

“ Hikari’s going to be a great big sister once the Captain’s baby is born.” Asta said proudly as he watched the growing Yami family sitting together talking.

“ Yeah I think so too, I think Hikari’s hoping for a younger brother though.” Noelle said with a small laugh when Asta frowned in thought.

“ She told me she wanted a little sister the other day.” He said with a frown as Noelle shrugged.

“ Who knows? She’s probably hoping for twins so that way she can have one of each.” Noelle said with a shake of her head.

After Asta and Noelle talked for a bit they walked together to greet the rest of the guests that had arrived. There were people from Heart, Spade, Hino, and even Diamond. The two had hoped for a smaller wedding, but at the same time they didn’t really mind a larger one since they wanted to celebrate this occasion with all of their friends.

Soon Asta and Noelle parted to greet some guests by themselves, and the first person Noelle ran into just so happened to be her eldest brother Nozel, who was sitting in a corner by himself drinking a glass of champagne.

“ Where’s Nebra and Solid? I thought they’d be here with you.” Noelle asked as she stood beside him, she watched as he sighed and shook his head.

“ Nebra went off to find that Zora person from the Black Bulls, and Solid, well, he’s off doing whatever it is that he does.” Nozel told her simply, and Noelle suddenly giggled.

“ He’s probably off trying to find a date, since he’s the only one out of us that doesn’t have anyone.” Noelle half joked, which event caused Nozel to chuckle.

“ You’re probably right.”

The two siblings fell into silence again, it was surprisingly not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just…fine? There wasn’t really any other word Noelle could have used to describe it. She took the small glass of champagne that was on the table beside them and took a sip.

“ Y’know, mom would be proud of you right now.” Nozel suddenly said, his voice soft and almost distant, as though he were somewhere else. Noelle turned to look at him.

“ She’d be proud of the woman you’ve become, of the path you’ve traveled to get here, and I think she’d be proud of the man you married. Even if he can be an idiot at times.” Nozel said light heartedly and with a small smile, Noelle blushed a bit and looked away.

“ I dunno, I hope she’d be proud of me and approve of the choices I’ve made in my life. But I sometimes worry if she’d be disappointed, or disapprove, of the choices I’ve made.” Noelle admitted softly as she set down her champagne glass.

“ You’re wrong, mother would never be disappointed in you or disapprove of you. In fact it’d be quite the opposite. If she’d be disappointed in anyone, it would be me, Solid, and Nebra. Because of how terribly we treated you.”

“ But that’s-!” Noelle started, but he quickly shook his head, finished his glass, and looked at her.

“ I know you’re going to say that it isn’t my fault, that I had no choice, but I did have a choice, Noelle, and I made the wrong one. Nebra and Solid are only partially to blame for their behavior, if I hadn’t set a poor example for them and had corrected their behavior, I don’t think they’d be the way they are now.” Nozel admitted as he turned to look at Noelle.

“ I’m proud of you Noelle, and so is Nebra, Solid, and mother. You deserve to be happy like this, and you deserve to spend your entire life being with the one you love the most.”

With that Nozel walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people before Noelle could say anything. She smiled softly before looking up towards the clear afternoon sky, hoping that Nozel was right, and that her mother was proud of her.

On the other side of the field, Asta greeted his Hage family and they all gave him their congratulations along with hugs and bits of advice, which Asta took gladly. As he walked around a bit more he noticed Yuno standing beside a table alone, steadily sipping his champagne.

“ Where’s your wife? Did she get tired of your company and leave already?” Asta asked jokingly, which caused Yuno to roll his eyes and shake his head.

“ Of course not, she’s over there talking to Mimosa and Klaus.” Yuno said as he nodded his head in their direction, Asta turned and sure enough there was Neva, drinking a glass of sparkling water and talking to her former squadmates Mimosa and Klaus.

“ What about you? Did your wife change her mind and decide to run away after all?” Yuno asked jokingly, Asta snorted and shook his head.

“ Of course not! She’s…somewhere over there…I think?” Asta said as he pointed in a general direction, which caused Yuno to laugh.

The two foster brothers stood beside each other quietly, both just taking in how much things had changed for the both of them, and how this was the place they had started their journeys to become the Wizard King when they were only 15 years old with nothing but big hearts and even bigger dreams, and well with lots of mana on Yuno’s part.

“ Who would have thought the two of us would have this amazing life?” Asta said softly as he looked out amongst his friends and family, and Yuno nodded in agreement.

“ I know, certainly I didn’t think I’d ever have any of this. But you? Yeah, I kinda figured you would.”

“ Huh? How so?” Asta asked with a frown, which made Yuno chuckle.

“ Because, you’re you Asta, and you tend to defy everyone's expectations of you.” Yuno said as he took another sip of his drink, Asta nodded, he had a point, Asta did tend to defy everyone's expectations, he was even able to defy his own at times.

“ Y’know, I’m glad I was able to go on this journey with you, and I was to have experienced all of this with you by my side. You’re a good friend Yuno, and an even better rival and brother.” Asta said with a bright smile as he held out his fist towards the dark haired mage. Yuno’s eyes widened at his words, and he smirked a bit before making a fist and pressing it against Asta’s.

“ Same here, I couldn’t imagine having anyone better as my friend, brother, and rival.” Yuno agreed, and once the two put their hands down Asta suddenly pointed a finger at him.

“ But just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop being your rival. You may’ve gotten married before me and became a king before me, doesn’t mean I’ll let you have kids before me!” Asta declared, and a strange look suddenly crossed Yuno’s face as he looked away.

“ It’s already too late for that.” He muttered softly as he tried to hide his small smile, the ash-blonde haired mage frowned in confusion.

It was already too late for that? What did he…? Suddenly, it dawned on Asta what he was referring to, he looked from Neva and her glass of water, to Yuno and his smirk.

“ No way…Neva’s Pregnant?!” Asta suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, causing everyone, including the woman in question, to turn and look at him.

Yuno suddenly felt his face turn bright red as he felt his wife glaring at him from across the field, he quickly grabbed and tried to shush his foster brother.

“ Be quiet Asta! No one’s supposed to know yet!”

“ If no one’s supposed to know yet, that means it’s still early right? Which means Noelle and I can catch up right?” Asta said loudly as he quickly turned around and began to search for his wife.

“ It doesn’t work like that Asta!” Yuno shouted after his friend, but quickly sighed, he had a feeling Noelle would set him straight.

Oh, how right he was.

As soon as Asta opened his mouth and began to explain things to Noelle, including how they needed to hurry up and have kids so Yuno wouldn’t surpass him, Noelle quickly pulled her wand out from her dress and doused him with water while shouting:

“ You’re such an idiot Bakasta!!!”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover #black clover fanfic #children of the future the world to come #astelle #asta x noelle #noelle x asta #asta black clover #black clover asta #noelle silva #noelle black clover #yuno grinberryall #nozel silva #black clover fanfiction

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crappy-homestuck-confessions · 2 years

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Headcanon Anon with the most useless stuff the kids have wasted money on!

John-White sheets and plastic to make a fake iceberg ($1450) Rose-A bust of Sigmund Freud to smash with a mallet and another bust of Carl Jung to make him watch, knowing he was next ($320.46) Dave-The AK240 player from Astell & Kern that he threw out when he preferred his Dell laptop better ($2246.86) Jade-The Jupiter Laser Pointer that she took apart and added to her Proton Cannon. It made up 0.01% of it. ($399) Terezi-Red Dragon Custom Air Force 1 shoes ($225) Kanaya-45 kilos of Vicuna Wool that she used to make a gown. It went unused when Jane wanted something else. ($27,000) Tavros-Lance of Longinus replica ($175) Karkat-Will Smith 4x Signed Autographed 2018 Memorial Day Gear Helmet Cleats Chest Pad Sollux-AMD Ryzen Threadripper 3990X Desktop Processor ($39,563.81) Feferi-Rented an aquarium for a friend's wedding ($18,000) Eridan-Brought an entire sporting stadium to have it bulldozed because the crowd laughed when he botched the first pitch at a baseball game ($266,000,000) Nepeta-Buckinghamn Palace Cat Tree. Broke it immediately. ($2,890) Equius-Technogym Kinesis Personal Vision ($15,750) Meenah-Hitler's Mercedes Benz 770k. Crashed it. ($10,000,000) Vriska-Built her own casino. Later burned it down for the insurance money. Paid out of pocket to keep from going to prison. ($20,000,000 for the casino. $60,000,000 to bribe the judge.) Jane-Sveid Custom-Made Corkscrew. Lost it. ($70,000) Jake-Elizabeth Taylor's Taj Mahal diamond ($8,800,000) Roxy-Windstone Editions "Twilight Citrine" Mouse Wizard Test Paint #1 ($405) Dirk-My Little Pony G4 Lot of 50 Ponies ($203) Aradia-Demolished a random house. ($25,000) Gamzee-ICP Insane Clown Posse 03 Sealed Hatchetman Charm ($3,239.99) Damara-Pearl Royale ($1,300,000) Rufioh-Devilman Life-Size Figure With A Pedestal ($7,948)

#homestuck confession #mod captor #head canon anon!!!!!!!

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n3rd-qu33n · 5 months

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Welcome!

My Warrior of Light, Z'itlalli Astel

Final Fantasy XIV Housing

FC Apartment: G'raha Tia Shrine | Personal Apartment: Hingan Loft

My Personal Sketchbook

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The OG Team | My Characters | The Evil Campaign

Other Random Crap

Snorlax and Bulbasaur | Susan, from HR | The Torture of Jury Duty

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wutlaikalikes · 2 years

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ハッピーウェディング前ソング (Happi u-deingu mae songu / Song before a Happy Wedding) by ヤバイTシャツ屋さん (Yabai T-Shirts Yasan)

covered by アステル・レダ (Astel Leda) x 棗いつき (Natsume Itsuki)

#music #natsume itsuki #holostars #astel leda

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taletellercat · 5 years

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Wedding picture! LOOK AT LITTLE ASTEL I CAN’T GET OVER THE CUTE BABUUUU!!! Sans in a suit is nice looking Sans <3

Moment from chapter 86 ! Dumd bonus coming up, stay tuned xD

#frans #wedding #frans wedding #frans kid #astel #cute #adorable #wholesome #digital drawing #frans fanfiction #adult frisk #sans #new home #i succ at background #and coloring #help #xD

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irishlads-quotes · 4 years

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My First Decree as Queen of MCYTblr

first, a quick word to the other parties:

L get gud lmao imagine losing

Anyway, onto my first official orders:

Anyone affiliated with the previous political party of Silverfish2020 is to either publically renounce their alleigence to the party or else become fair game to my arsonists

Rebellion against Quotes2020 is strictly prohibited, and those suspected to taking part in one are to face the arsonists

Following my campaign mates, @sosigshoney and @the-royal-bat-snake is compulsory

Stan Eret, Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Niki Nihachu and Astelic. It’s compulsory.

All mcyt weddings are strictly prohibited henceforth. I am alone, and so everyone else must be too. Anyone suspected of engaging in one is to face the arsonists.

Stop shipping creators who haven’t said they’re fine with it. It’s WeirdChamp

If you are suspected of saying or thinking anything against Quotes2020, you must face the arsonists. Beware.

((also the WAP//Blitz mashup is gonna have to wait until after exams. it will be a bop, though, i assure you))

#quotes2020 #mcyt #mcytblr #technoblade #eret #philza #nihachu #astelic

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Chapter two | dorian

Chapter pairings: Albedo x f! reader (kaeya, pierro on the side)

Chapter synopsis: For your first official duty as empress, you confront your previous lover and met a renowned painter.

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Minimal sunlight greets you first in the morning, your dim room a place for your thoughts to grow like mold. The events of last night were slowly dawning over you, the realization of a mistake washing over you like cold water.

You cheated on your husband the emperor, and you still have to clean up loose ends with the prince.

Were you guilty? A bit. But Pierro was a mere stranger to you that you could only feel remorse as his dutiful wife. As for Kaeya…your emotionless eyes say it all. The doubting only lasted for a night.

You move your thighs slowly, testing how much it hurts, and you wince. The middle of your legs felt like it was not supposed to be penetrated and your sides hurt to touch. You stand up and fall back down in exasperation, the pain still numbing your body. Should you just stay in bed all day? Besides…how are you going to explain this to your maids. And what excuse did Kaeya make for leaving the empress’ residence late?

Cogwheels in your head are already running in search of a solution to last night’s events but it gets cut off when a knock comes from the other side. You stare at it hostilely for a while before permitting them to come in.

You’ve never had a large number of people under you, while staying in your clan’s main residence you were always the one below, never directly the superior of someone except for your assistants. And now, you’re commanding the people of the empress’ palace; you’d have to think of a way to gain their loyalty and respect.

The train of servants come in your room with their heads hung low, the head maid in front of them all with a troubled expression.

‘What is going on…” Masking your fear with an unreadability, you remove yourself from the bed, grabbing a previously discarded robe on the ottoman.

“What is it? Why did many people come to see me?” You drawl out in a warning tone. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of them as an unfaithful woman. Moreover, it’s been two weeks since the wedding and to be dethroned early is indeed humiliating. Begging on your knees to your uncle is one contingency plan.

“Your majesty. Shall we prepare an Epsom salt bath for you? It’s proven to be a muscle relaxant by Akademiya scholars. And....” She seemed to be reluctant to say what was next. “And should we call a physician?”

So, they know what happened last night…

“No, just the bath, please. Also, please brew me a wild carrot tea, I’ll be taking it for days.” Three maids on the back row bow down and leave, yet there were remaining people inside your room. Your eyebrows raise in suspicion.

“Let me hear what you have to say.”

Then the servants kneel; a huge sign of respect anywhere in the empire. The head maid who’s the oldest finally spoke. “Your majesty. There is no need to hide it.”

You gulp. Speechless from whatever ploy they’re portraying for you.

“We serve you, not the king nor the empire. We are under your wing and will continue to serve Her Majesty, Empress (Y/n) Alberich. You can trust us…but please whatever you do, be mindful of the court. If you go down, we will most likely be ousted too. Your majesty, forgive us for our insolence!”

“Forgive us for our insolence!”

They all shout in unison, their foreheads touching the ground as you stand still in shock. That was an act usually meant for the emperor who holds the greatest power in the lands. It was not exclusive to him but servants rarely act like that…unless they hold their master in great reverence.

This was the confirmation you needed that they were your own people. No previous servant stays in the palace when a new monarch rises, save for special circumstances. These people are now your responsibility.

A royal is nothing without the people backing them, and mere servants are important to have a good relationship with. You’d have to use them wisely.

“I sincerely appreciate the reverence, and I will trust my servants too. But…” To make them loyal is to put a little pressure on their leash. “If I hear a word and trace it back to my palace…you’ll know what will happen.”

“Yes! Your Majesty!” Then they leave until the head maid was left, her posture a bit relaxed from earlier.

“Your Majesty, the royal portrait is scheduled before lunch. It is your first official duty as empress.” The maid says.

“Royal portrait? A family portrait?” “Yes, it will also include your first solo portrait.”

So, it means you will be in the same room with Kaeya and Pierro, could it be any more awkward? Big mistake! It was a big mistake sleeping with Kaeya!

You slam your hands against the bathwater, frustration creasing your brows. “How in the world am I going to face him?” You groan, sinking your head halfway in the bath, words conjuring bubbles.

Suddenly, you remember what his parting words were. He said: “Such a shame. You could’ve been my empress.”

Your cheeks suddenly feel warm, your face contorting from worry. You just felt emotionless about it upon waking up but now that you’re thinking, you get flustered.

When in trouble Dottore said to analyze yourself and what you’re feeling. You were too young to know what that weirdo meant but now it seemed to be useful.

You close your eyes, leaning your head against the tub and replaying the scenes in the darkness.

skip, fast forward, …, fast forward. there. When you heard his words, what did you feel?

‘I doubted my place for a moment'

An answer that came from the heart. Kaeya sure knew how to make people waver but he can do that trick only for a short time. It didn’t last long and you don’t feel anything for him. You just approached for experience and to ease Pierro’s humiliation. Your heart was still hollow. In conclusion, you don’t love him.

A breath of relief escapes your mouth.

That’s why it was shamelessly easy for you to walk into the grand ballroom, spotting the two thrones at the center and the prince that was standing mindlessly until he saw you. Fuck, why was he alone here?

Kaeya was dressed in a princely attire; glittering pendants and gold tassels hanging from his black coat decorated with gold buttons, along with the four-corner star insignia of the royal family on his left chest. He looked formal and unfamiliar. An entirely different aura from his playboy image and breezy clothes that fail to cover him.

“Your majesty” He greets you and you acknowledge him with a nod. One look at him and your mind short-circuit on what to say. Should you discuss what happened last night? You don’t want to make the first move but knowing his personality, he won’t either.

It was an unbearable silence. Just eyes scanning the other’s clothes and faces, and if it was awkward, you would admire the ceiling paintings instead. Your mouth is drying and itching to be opened, same as Kaeya who glances at your back turned to him.

He thought you were too cruel, why won’t you let him see your beautiful face?

When you entered the room looking high and mighty, commanding the atmosphere of a powerful woman. Kaeya was awestruck, he thanked the heavens for letting him bed such a woman, and he had to thank your servants for making you shine today.

Resting on your head was a crown in gold, adorned with rubies and diamonds pointing upwards. Your layered gown a sheer white transitioning to a soft purple on the ends; covered by a dark red coat with white fur trim and the usual pieces of jewelry and ornaments laden.

It looked heavy and probably harder to move in, but you didn’t carry an ounce of discomfort whenever you walk. You were amazing in Kaeya’s eyes.

His eyes fixed in your direction and his lips twitched upwards from the ticklish sensation in his heart. So, when you turned to speak to him, your head pushed back in shock from the silly grin on his face. Kaeya embarrassingly coughed away the smile, his eyes now unable to meet yours. god, he wanted to beat himself up for getting caught.

Yet the little snort of laughter turned his attention to you shyly covering your mouth. He fought the smile forcing itself once again.

“When have you been so funny?” You break the silence and ease the atmosphere; Kaeya naturally jumps back to his old personality.

“Oh? So my jokes have always been boring to you?” He playfully asks.

You kind of miss the first few weeks of his annoying banters.

“You could see I didn’t laugh. I’d just walk away.”

He nods and there was once again no topic to talk about, but Kaeya is a master at saving conversations. “Is this your first time seeing the thrones? Fancy, isn’t it?”

Then you come near him to admire the gold material and red plush seats. It doesn’t look comfortable one bit; the backrest was too rigid and it looked heavy to the eyes; just like the responsibility of those who seats on it.

Your eyes burn intently at the one in front of you, the Empress’ seat. “Yes, it looks nice.”

Kaeya hesitantly stares at you, the words concerning last night at the tip of his tongue. The seat of the emperor in front of him and the empress’ in front of yours fuel his dismal self. And his cowardness gets the better of him as you move away to the windows. A dejected expression etched on his face as he stood frozen to the ground, unable to make a move on you. You kept walking while his eyes follow, wasting the minutes given to him to be alone with you.

“Kaeya, stop staring.” You had to say it for him.

“You told me yourself last night was a one-time thing”

He widens his eyes. Those words struck his heart like knives dragging down. He found himself unable to speak, his previous words coming back to bite him.

“I’m just confused. I know I said I will give you time.” He surprises himself by speaking with such determination. He thought he would stutter.

“Then stop acting like you’re hung up over it. You should be a man of your word.”

“I am!”

“Then what do you want? Why do you look like you want something more?” You reply in anger, your voice nearing to crack if not under your control.

Kaeya suddenly grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you closer to him as his breath fanned your face.

“What are you doing?! You can’t!” You scold, eyebrows furrow angrily from his foolish actions. Your eyes were wide while he was chill like he was unafraid of whoever could see.

“(y/n)-“

The announcement cuts him off.

“Emperor Pierro is entering!”

Hands detaching so fast as if nothing happened, you and Kaeya stand beside each other at a considerable distance. The wide double doors open up to welcome Pierro with a few of his servants, one man particularly catching your eye.

He had a half mask on his right-side face, blonde hair, and sea blue eyes; body posture firm and exuding a dangerous aura. He must be the captain of the royal guard, Dainsleif.

You made brief eye contact with him; his eyes were a beautiful color of blue that you’d never seen before. And you immediately pull away when he catches your gaze, your attention on Pierro with a smile and bows.

This was the first time seeing him after that humiliation you faced when he told you to rest on your wedding night. He seems to not find any fault with that so you had to play dumb with him.

“Greetings Emperor.” You raise your head to examine his garb. It was just a simple white coat with minimal golden ornaments and the royal family insignia; blue clothing worn under the white. For an emperor, he seems to not like extravagant things attached to him. You feel suddenly conscious of your heavily decorated outfit.

“You look beautiful, empress.” A startling compliment from Pierro that made you speechless is evident on your face. It instantly erased your growing thoughts as if he had read your mind.

“Thank you, your majesty. You look dashing yourself, simplicity suits you.” You reply, a sincere smile exchanging between you and your husband.

Husband…he doesn’t feel like a husband. He’s just like a man you’re greeting at an important event. You rarely see him, you don’t meet him when you stroll the palace, even for a chance encounter. You never went to his residence and you’ve never been called to accompany him. And he even canceled your first night.

From the way things are going…you could already see the ending.

Pierro nods, his eyes looking behind you to see his son. The atmosphere then went gloomy. It was suffocating from being sandwiched between whatever looks they were giving each other. So, it was true that the emperor and the prince didn’t get along well.

“(Y/n), Kaeya, this is Mr. Albedo Kreideprinz, the most famous painter in the empire and the one in charge of the royal portrait today.” Pierro introduces and glances behind to motion for someone to come in front.

And there a short and slender blonde man with braided hair comes into view. Bright teal eyes met yours in a silent acknowledgment, he was holding a little case for his tools, and his outfit was the simplest of all. Cream colored from a common clothing store. Even Dainsleif’s all-black can’t be considered simple from the deadly attraction.

Albedo bows with a hand on his chest. “Your majesties, Your highness, thank you for having me here. It’s an honor to be the painter for the imperial family and the new empress. Congratulations on your coronation.” He later turns to you and you bow your head back.

“We are honored as well to have the great painter with us. Thank you for taking the time.”

“Shall we start?” You and Pierro nod as Albedo prepares with his small crew, Dainsleif guards from an angle, and Kaeya silently goes to his position. Disregarded by his father, he just watched the exchange between parties as he listened and faded into the background. Never has the prince felt so unimportant in his entire life.

“Prince Kaeya please move to the right. On the empress’ side.” Albedo instructs with his hand behind the canvas. You and Pierro were seated beside each other with Kaeya standing. Now, why is he on your side?! He’s supposed to be near his father!

You squirm from the feeling of him behind you, his body heat emanating to your skin. “Empress please don’t move.” The painter remarks and you feel the heat creeping up on your cheeks. Huffing a little apology from the embarrassment of looking like a total newbie. Pierro then tops your hand with his larger one; the sudden affection sending shocks to your heart as your whole body goes stiff.

“How are you?” he asks you, his deep voice reverberating. Quite the audacity he has to be asking that.

“I’m fine your majesty.” You answer curtly, ill feelings prompting you to do so. Throughout the time of sitting pretty for the portrait, no one spoke anything to the other, an uncomfortable atmosphere lingering between the three of you. The royal family was a divided mess.

“Portraits are tedious and time-consuming for my clients. If it’s alright with the empress, we’ll just use the kamera for her individual portrait.” Albedo turns to you for confirmation. You were thankful for the suggestion; another hour of sitting still and you’re going to be immobilized. “Yes, that’s fine.”

As soon as the painting was done, Kaeya storms out of the room, eyes following his rude behavior with mixed feelings. Some were shocked and some were used to it, others just didn’t care. Your eyes trail him until Pierro spoke of his departure. “Don’t be nervous about your official duties. If anything is bothering you don’t hesitate to come to me…Well then, I’m going now.” He says, turning his back to you quickly as Dainsleif follows.

“Stay safe Your majesty.” You bid him farewell and he stops in his tracks for a while. Pierro then glances at you one last time before continuing to walk, your gaze burning at the back of his head.

‘I’ll never come to you.’

The shoot flashes by quickly as you subtly express your fatigue from the day. The maids at the side scurry over as you stand up and thank the painting staff. Face to face with the painter, you see a yellow diamond tattoo on his neck.

Brushing the detail off, you exchange warm smiles with the man. “Thank you so much for doing the portraits. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us.”

“It’s an honor to paint the imperial family, especially the beautiful empress (y/n).” “You flatter me so.”

The conversation seems to be far from done as you sense Albedo still has something to say. His lips opened to that of speaking, a blush painting his cheeks, and a hand scratching his nape. ‘Wait…this body language seems familiar. Is…is he making an advance?!’

You mirror the bashful stature in front of you, head turning to the side in search of what to do in this situation. You had to say something first to cut the conversation short.

“Mr. Albedo.” He turns to you, a surprised look on his face. “If you have any request to me, I’d be glad to fulfill whatever you ask in gratitude. But please do not keep me waiting since I want to retire for the day. You can relay your request to any servant of my palace.”

Albedo briefly forgot that you were a royal, your time is precious and he shouldn’t keep you idly by. “Oh, I apologize for taking your time.” You just give off a different air from the other two that he seemed to be at ease with. You’re more like a young noblewoman than an empress.

You nod at him and take your leave.

Albedo is in a pinch. He can’t get you off his mind. As an artist, he finally had a eureka moment upon seeing his ideal.

Fuck. He hears the chime of the clock realizing the new day has already come. The piles of paper at his side crumpled in frustration as he tries to remember and draw your face, down to the last detail. It’s sad to see the beauties on paper discarded all over him but none of them was the real you. He needed to see you more, spend time, and study you, for him to capture your beauty and create the masterpiece of his lifetime. You were the one worthy to be his art.

Is it a sin to admire another man’s wife? Albedo silently asks for forgiveness as something in his heart blooms, exciting him when he’s coming back to the palace.

He found his muse.

“Come in” You stop reading and await the servant’s words. She bows down and announces your unexpected visitor for the day.

“Your majesty. Mr. Albedo Kreideprinz requests for an audience with you.” To your surprise, you shut the book quickly and rack your mind for whatever reason did he have to visit you.

Biting your lip while the servant awaits your answer; you nod to her after a few minutes.

“This is a freshly brewed tea. Try it.” You motion for him to drink and he gracefully picks up the cup, tasting the tea after him to calm down your nerves. You slyly peek over the cup to see his reaction and immediately remove your gaze when he catches it.

As you scold yourself inside your mind, Albedo reveals straightforwardly what’s his purpose for visitation. He puts down the cup, sits properly, and studies your expression for him to drop the bomb.

“I would like to study you. If you do not mind.”

What? Some spurts of tea go to your dress while you cover your mouth from the shock. That was a disgraceful act to spew liquids in your mouth, but you don’t even care when you’re trying to process what he just said. Study? Study What? Study your body?—outrageous! Of course, you will mind.

“What do you mean?” You could only ask since you don’t want to be assuming, yet your feet are tapping in nervousness about what comes next. You don’t want him to be dragged to the dungeons for disrespecting the empress.

“I want you to be my muse for my next work. You being the face of my masterpiece will surely go down for centuries. So, please accept my humble request. If you need more details I can explain it-”

“Wait!”

Albedo bows his head down, pleading for the gods to make you answer him. If you reject him then he can’t do anything about it, so he’ll jump off a cliff instead.

“That’s certainly a big request.” Your tone was hesitant; ah…he needs to learn effective sales talk from those merchants.

“Is it? Do you need the emperor’s approval for it?” “Of course not!” Your eyebrows shot up, glaring at the man in front for even mentioning Pierro.

“Then why is the empress not taking up on my offer? It’s a very good deal for a monarch to leave a lasting mark on history. I could only take a photograph for your portrait yet it doesn’t match up to a painting.”

You sigh from his persistence. “It’s not that I do not want to. But I need to be cautious in dealing with people outside the palace.” You gesture to him. “Like you. This is the second time we’re meeting. How am I supposed to know your agenda?”

“Agenda? Your Majesty, I think you might have taken it the wrong way but I am in no place to harm you. I’m just an artist looking for the pinnacle of his lifetime.”

Albedo had to continue when you’re looking at him quite incredulously.

“I promise you. I dare not harm the object of my dreams.”

The painter is quite flowery with his words. Your heart and stomach felt funny from the flattery.

“Unless someone is holding the empress back. Perhaps the emperor-“

“He doesn’t have any say in what I do. Your offer seems good enough, so I’ll accept it.”

Albedo smirked in victory, he just found out your weakness. “It’s settled then, I’ll be coming often to your residence. I’m glad to have opportunities to be alone with you.” He expresses his gratitude by pulling your hand to his lips, kissing it for a long time until you pull away in embarrassment. “Yes. I’m looking forward to our cooperation.”

Days pass by with Albedo discussing how you’re going to portray the girl in his painting. He’s very meticulous in his work, projecting ideas that you can imagine, and always asking if it’s okay with you. Your knowledge of art is far from the painter’s but it’s lovely to learn something new every day.

“I’m thinking of a darker background because I want you to be the sole focus of the painting. What do you think? Also, don’t wear something extravagant, just wear what you feel comfortable in.”

“I’m okay with the background…. And I’m comfortable in those clothes too.”

“Yes, but sometimes the sparkly ones get dull.”

Every word that falls from his mouth has a different kind of impact on you. He knows what he says and uses it to affect his listener, making them feel different. At night, you’d lie down and repeat everything he said to you, words repeating in your ear and leaving a weird sensation in your heart.

It was like you were growing. Growing in the mind from the influence of another. You loved the feeling of being with him.

You anticipate the mornings for painting while Albedo welcomes you with a smile as he sets up his station in your drawing room.

“Are you sure this is the right place to gather inspiration? There’s a greenhouse that the maids recommended for ample sunlight.” You suggest. The luxurious interior of your palace was far from what he was trying to paint. He’s going for simplicity amidst the contradictory environment.

“It’s alright. I already checked the greenhouse and the sun was too strong. And the gardener was too polite. You should take care of your employees.”

Gardener? You sometimes hear the maids gushing about the gardener but you haven’t seen him yet. There’s nothing to see except for a few common flowers since it’s not yet blooming season.

“You make it sound like I’m a pushover” You cross your arms and eye him.

“I’m sorry. Please let me finish my artwork before throwing me into the dungeons.” His humor was also something you’d never heard before; Albedo was the breath of fresh air you needed.

The sun seeps through the curtains, butterflies tap against your windows, and the strokes of the brush against canvas the music to your ears. Your dress and earrings are still in place as you stiffly look at nowhere and just trust the painter with the process. You were definitely no muse from how inexperienced you were but Albedo doesn’t complain and just glances at you and then back to the canvas. Maybe art geniuses like him are a different breed.

He soon finishes for the morning and you finally stretch your poor limbs out. Moving freely in front of him like he’s a friend you’ve known for years.

Speaking of friends, how’s Itto doing by the way? He hasn’t visited you yet. And even Dottore who’s stuck in the Akademiya didn’t attend your wedding, nor gave you a gift. You kind of miss his spoiling. The thought of bullying him with your status etches a grin on your lips.

“Aren’t you curious?” Your thought disperses when Albedo speaks. “Huh?” “Why aren’t you peeking at the canvas?” He asks, a mischievous tint in his eyes giving him away.

“I don’t want to see something unfinished. I want to see the whole of it so I can judge your talent.” You reply and he nods in agreement.

“I thought you were beautiful when I first met you” Albedo suddenly states, dropping bomb comments are a habit of his. Your eyes widen in surprise from the sudden words he’s spewing. He raises a hand for him to continue and you shut yours meekly.

His small strides produce heartbeats that were abnormally fast.

“How could I not think that when you were dressed so elegantly, fitting of the throne. I’m sure everyone in that room thought you looked beautiful too. Everyone who saw you fell in love with you.” Albedo proclaims something so ridiculous that your eyes cast a shadow over them.

You laugh at his innocence. “No one’s heart is that easy to get. People don’t fall in love like that.”

“Fools fall in love easily.”

“What are you suggesting? The prince, the guard, and the emperor are all fools?”

“Yes”

Somehow, you agree with him. Pierro is a damn fool.

“I was ecstatic to paint everyone, especially you. But you seemed so tired already so I took a picture instead. And when I took it…you looked beautiful but I saw how hollow you are.” Albedo, with his hands inside his pocket, stops in front of you at a safe distance. It was not meant to be intimate but your gazes are saying otherwise.

“Those who can identify the emotion behind a picture would know that you’re empty inside. You’re a shell.”

He said you’re a shell. The metaphor for someone empty inside. So that’s what you’ve been feeling, you have everything physically but not emotionally.

Perhaps when you were born, you were already a shell.

“I don’t want the empress in this painting. You don’t need those overly fancy clothes. I just need a simple woman. I need Lady (y/n) (l/n), the one before the empress. Or rather, the one inside the empress.”

You scramble your mind for who you were before you rose to the throne. But you don’t think anything has changed. You were the same through and through.

“What if she doesn’t even exist?” You reply sarcastically to prove him wrong and the painter chuckles.

“The people around you have their own point of view. They see something you don’t.” Behind his cryptic words was a message you were currently trying to decode.

“And you? What about you?”

“What about me?” His eyebrows raised in confusion, a fake act you easily figured out.

“I think I just saw something others didn’t. I don’t think this is a simple painting at all.”

“Ah.” He licked his lip and clicked his tongue, your eyes naturally darting over the motion. Albedo then extends a hand, his head tilted to the side as he keeps his smile from going bigger.

“Dorian. An upcoming painter who’ll reveal his first work as a masterpiece at the empress’ birthday. He's looking forward to your support.”

end notes: Dorian is based on the leaks of susbedo's name. Susbedo is the other albedo in the 2.3 event Wild carrot or Queen Anne’s Lace is a historical contraceptive by using the seeds and brewing them for tea.

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