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lxdymoon0357 · 11 months

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Can request a Melissa Podebrat × reader relationship headcannon? Like their early relationship status? 0v0

The reader can be gender neutral or fem reader. The choice is yours.

Take care💖

(Thank you for the request Juve!)

Melissa Podebrat X Reader Dating HCs

✯ Dating Melissa is a chore on its own, a cute and amazing chore, you wanna do every day, but a chore nonetheless. She is always running around with Nine and Yuri, causing problems for you and Yona, but at-least Yona gets paid for it, you’re signed up for it and you’re not getting any pay, except maybe her whole love, kisses, hugs and clinginess.

✯ You and her taking Liev for a walk in the evenings and sleeping with it, spending time with it, it’s your baby now. Melissa may not like Live a lot in the beginning, but she does now but she doesn’t at the same time, it takes your attention away from her for too long.

✯ Melissa, you, Nine and Yuri all three go around causing trouble and having fun and causing a headache for Yona, you and her you both annoy each other and challenge each other all the time!

✯Melissa is most likely to keep you relationship a secret because she doesn’t want her father, her brother or any annoying person who hates her say she’s love sick, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t important to her and she doesn’t love you and your relationship.

✯Nine is the third wheel who accompanies you both to you dates and he is getting annoyed with Melissa for this. Mainly because he feels so awkward around you and Melissa being lovey-dovey conversations, where he’s always laughing loudly and stiffly and awkwardly and then Melissa will get a bit mad and shoo him away, making him happy…

✯Melissa would often go to Yuri to ask for gift suggestions because she has no idea how a relationship works. Not that she does, but since you’re very special to her, she always asks for suggestion to ensure 80 times that the present and the things she doing for you is gonna make you happy!

✯Melissa and you both often ask Heini to make you both foods in the middle of the night when you have sleepovers with each other and she complies because she loves you as a friend.

✯You often watch Melissa practice sword-fighting and sometimes she even asks you to practice with her. And then you both will practice, swinging you swords around and then you both will kiss in the middle of it, don’t ask why, it’s something you both just began doing and it confuses everyone including you and her…

✯Ever since Jake found out about you two dating, he started to pull more pranks on her because he knows you will calm her down when she’s angry to stop her from hurting him. So like he will throw a bucket of cold water on her when she’s just done taking a bath and then you will try to calm her and then prank Jake back, but worse….

✯You often take Liev for walks when Melissa is busy, so he knows you well and loves you just as much as Melissa. Live now knows when you both are going to come, so when he hears you come he gets excited and jumps up and barks and if Melissa doesn’t join you, you are always happy to spoil the doggo with treats and you also try to teach him tricks and buy him doggy sleeping gowns/ dresses, because first why not?? Second, it makes everyone laugh and smile!

✯Melissa often has you on her lap when you both sleep. Like Melissa will come back tired and she is doing like paperwork as a duke now, so she will have you on her lap as she kisses you in between and when you fall asleep, she will kiss you and then hug you as she falls asleep too…

✯She loves to put kisses on your lips. She will do it randomly too, like you both are just sitting eating food and she will go, *puch* and you’re like ‘bruh, we’re in front of your dad and he’s talking with me and I was answering, can you not? Your father will kill me…’ and she does not give a shit…

✯ Melissa is definitely the one proposing, she has a ring and everything, you know how she proposes to Nine, please act as dramatically as you can make her smile and laugh while she cries out of happiness, it makes you both happy!

✯ You and Melissa always bake pizzas, she taught you how to! And you both decorate them prettily and then you both have too much pizza left, so you give it to Heini and Yona and tell them to distribute it between the servants! And give the rest to Yuri to distribute it between the people in the Elizabeth manor, that’s how much pizza you and Melissa make!

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mellifluouaamor · 2 years

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How would Nine and Jake react when they find you looking at their pictures when you think nobody's looking?

Thank you! Have a great day~

idk them properly but i love them a lot sis. ;_;

JAKE PODEBRAT, NINE FORTON (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. he catches you looking at his photos.

having even just one photo of the imperial sniper is an incredible feat because of how much he dislikes showing himself in public and his tendency to sneak around like a rat. when JAKE stumbles upon you looking at his photos one day, he feels the strong compulsion to yank his hood over his head and hide from your sight.

countless questions are swarming into his mind right now. how did you manage to get your hands on his old photos?! did melissa give them to you? he looks terrible, so get rid of them this instant! he would have snatched them out of your hands if he isn't feeling so shy about showing himself before you.

when jake's gaze lands on you again, he's a bit surprised to see your dreamy expression. it's as if you're admiring him (in his photos) like how he admires you from afar... do you like him? his grip on the edges of his hood tightens at the thought of you having a mutual crush on him - and the more he thinks about it, the warmer his face becomes.

don't be shocked if you ever come across jake staring at the photos of you that he had taken himself later on.

NINE's curiosity is piqued when he spots you giggling to yourself in a corner while he's preparing melissa's afternoon tea, and that curiosity turns into surprise when a photo of him slips out of your grasp, fluttering to the floor by his feet. he's staring at the picture with wide eyes as you look at him in mortification.

surprised pikachu face. where did you get that picture from, or rather, when did you take it? you must be a very sneaky person if you were able to snap a picture of nine without alerting him, considering that he's a werewolf with enhanced senses.

once his surprise has subsided, shyness takes over. he doesn't consider himself to be anyone interesting so he's actually flattered that you've kept a photo of him on your person... picking the picture up, nine approaches you to return it but then stops abruptly upon noticing that you're holding onto more photos of him.

nine's cheeks are glowing red by now; do you like him that much? well, lucky you because he likes you too~

#loveletters—!#manhwa x reader #beware of the villainess #beware of the villainess x reader #jake podebrat #jake podebrat x reader #nine forton #nine forton x reader #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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unnoticed-poison · 1 year

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Dark Manhwa

various x reader

~Chapter 1~

Read the trailer chapter before reading this one if you haven't (it's a mix between the story summary and a chap so you need to read it before this one)

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You just stared at the blue screen with a look of pure confusion and horror, not quite understanding the words the screen just said. "What?" you asked once again, still not fully comprehending the situation." run that by me again?"

You questioned while rubbing your temples as if to help you wake up from some crazy dream.

The system, whose name is Jin Xian, looked at you nervously before explaining once more.

You took a deep breath and tried not to lose it."So what you're saying is, there's a bug that's currently hiding in all the manhwas and novels I read for the last few years now and it's probably aiming to kill them all for some unknown reason?"

It hesitates before nodding slowly, "Yeah.. I guess you could put it that way"

"...And you want me to take care of it right?"

"...Y...Yes." It said awkwardly.

"And can I ask why you or whoever you work for haven't done anything about it until now?"

"We tried.." the system answered sadly, "But we just couldn't detect its exact location or even track down where it originally came from. There wasn't anything to pinpoint exactly. But then the people in charge decided that the best course of action was to let us deal with the situation ourselves while they search for another solution, so they decided to send the best world-hoppers to those worlds to try and stop it from spreading, those people are considered the best of the best, all their worlds missions were successful so far with a SSS ranking, of course only the higher ranking systems get those hosts while we low ranking ones have to look for temporary hosts with zero experience." it paused for a moment, before continuing, "So here we are"

It pouted as it said that sentence."Why do I always get stuck with the lowest rank?"

You raised an eyebrow at it." Because you're an idiot, you couldn't even get the right person to be your host, a simple task that should have been easy enough for systems of all rankings and you still failed, no wonder your rank is so low." you snapped in annoyance.

"...That... might be a tad harsh, miss..." it admitted sheepishly. it's been called a lot worse, especially recently, but it still hurt. it might be a robot but it has feelings ok?!

"So now that everything is clear, we need to start moving now! The more time we waste, the faster the bug will spread."

It was silent for a moment before you gave the cheerful Xian a small smile.

"No."

You stated with finality.

"...what?" the system replied in confusion." What do you mean no?"

"Look, as much as I want to meet the characters and go through the quests to get to the bug's location I can't, I have a life here and I'm guessing this mission of yours is gonna be pretty dangerous right?" you gave it a stern stare."So I'm sorry, but I like being alive and I'm not gonna risk it for some fantasy."

"But... but mis-" it attempted to explain, desperate to convince you, "You can't just-"it tried to speak, only to be cut off.

"This mission needs someone intelligent and dedicated, and I assure you I'm neither of these things." You continued to reason, ignoring the obvious pleading tone of your companion. You chuckled, giving the poor thing a comforting smile before continuing."tell you what, I'll pretend that all that happened today was a terrific fever dream and you'll go and look for an actual host that suits you, how about that?"

"But-!"

"Goodbye~! Have a good hunt!" you said as you grabbed it and throw it out the window and closed it shut."I wish you luck!" the room fell into silence again, only the whirring sound of the air conditioning filling the room.

You sighed in relief." Finally." you said, ready to forget the shit that just happened.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, my dear host." a cold voice sounded from behind you as a chill run down your spine.

'Fuck.'

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Unedited (don't have time for that, I just fixed the grammar errors, I hope I didn't forget one, please tell me if you see one.)

Didn't expect to actually write a chapter after the trailer one but oh well hope you like it 💜

I posted this on Wattpad too and might post it on AO3 as well.

#fic #fanfiction #yandere x reader #yanderefic #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa #dark fic #beware of the villainess #trash of the count's family #who made me a princess #blablabla you know the rest

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rie-092 · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

↳ you can see the list of manhwas that i write for here :

rules : i don't have any rules, but if i'm uncomfortable with your request, i will automatically ignore it.

notes: REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

• lady knight (yandere! athanasia de alger obelia x knight! reader )

• pitiful (yandere claude de alger obelia! x princess! reader)

• freedom ( yandere claude de alger obelia x empress! reader )

• stars ( platonic yandere! athanasia de alger obelia, cayena hill, roxana agriche x daughter! reader )

• we're family, right? (platonic yandere! eckhart family x eckhart! reader)

• kindness (yandere! jubellian eloy floyen x gender neutral! reader)

• precious lady (yandere! cale henituse x female! reader)

• two faced ( platonic yandere! roxana agriche x older half sister! reader )

• angel ( platonic yandere! agriche family x youngest agriche! reader )

• peaceful ( platonic yandere! roxana agriche x older half sister! reader )

• clueless (yandere! kwon eun-hyung x girlfriend! reader )

• hidden side (yandere ban yeodan x female! reader)

• precious friend ( platonic yandere! alisa del edenverre/aisha de elmire x female! reader )

• not a kid ( yandere! lucas x witch! reader )

• hey, teacher ( platonic yandere! ha joohyun x teacher! reader )

• treat you better ( yandere! cale henituse x experimented! reader x platonic yandere! tcf )

• unexpected ( yandere! cale henituse x wife! reader )

• interest ( yandere minhwan ma x fem! reader )

• finally ( platonic yandere! felix chamberlain x child! reader )

• winning ( yandere! phileo boleoti x fem! reader )

• puppy ( adam taylor! x wyknight! reader )

• attention ( platonic yandere! dorothea milanaire x older sister! reader )

• manager ( yandere! cha eugene x manager! reader )

• my lady | the reason why raelina ended up at the duke's mansion | masterlist

• tower master ( yandere lucas x magician! reader )

• cursed child | trash of the count's family | masterlist

ANIME :

• you and i ( yandere! akane kurokawa x reader )

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 1 year

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Then can I request unrequited love with Ian from reader in her first life, but on her second life she just ignored Ian? I hate him tbh with how he treated women (beware of the villianess)

Her love for him, a flame that would endure. She loved him with all, of her heart and her soul, And she dreamed of a future, that was whole.

His name was Ian, and she adored him so, She cared for him, and loved him, from head to toe. But he was unfaithful, and broke her trust, And her heart was shattered, into dust.

She was shattered, and broken, by his callous ways, But she was not one, to simply fade away. For she was a woman, with a fire in her soul, And she would have her revenge, and make him know.

So she rose up, with a strength so divine, And she plotted her revenge, with a wicked design. She showed him the pain, that he had caused, And she made him see, that his actions were flawed.

She was not cruel, but she was strong, And she made him pay, for what he had done wrong. And when it was over, she let him go, For she was a woman, who loved and let go.

And though he was gone, and her heart was sore, She knew that she was stronger, than she was before. For she had learned, to love and to heal, And she would find, a love that was real

#sorry if this isn't what you wanted #I just wanted to try this #Ian x reader #beware of the villainess

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otakuworks · 5 months

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Hiiiiiii it's my first time asking, I really love ur genshin works and this may be a very huge request but I've been having a brainrot where Genshin men are in particular manhwa and the reader gets to be the protagonist.

My idea is Xiao as Duke Kedrey from Villainess is a Marionette, cuz he treasure his personal bubble and really is a strong warrior like Raphael.

Maybe Scara as Rezef, it's self explanatory lol

Or Childe as Jeremy Agriche from Roxana. He'll spoil his darling rotten and relationship can be quite toxic but still healthy nonetheless.

Or Kaeya as Heinrey from The Remarried Empress. They're both Casanovas and hot looking❤❤

Or Razor as Nine from Beware of the Villainess.

I know it's too much and you ignore this if you want if it's a bit overwhelming. But if you do, it's okay to not do all of it, I'll be satisfied even just with one. Thank you and have a great day!!!!

❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 𝐌𝐋. manhwa au

feat. Xiao, Scara, Childe, Kaeya, Bennett x GN!Reader | wc. 9.1Kaeya

disclaimer. if you haven't read any of these manhwas, don't worry, i won't spoil the story that much anyway. this fic will only be based on the manhwa and I'll try to explain it as the best I can do. and the first few bulleted paragraphs are the overview of the manhwa or the character.

note. this is genius level idea. thank you for requesting, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this prompt and reach 10k words lmao. I never got to write for razor 'cuz I still have to continue reading beware of the villainess but I do have an idea for bennett (my sec fav dps) in this prompt. i might do a part 2 with diluc who knows

cw. psychological, suggestive themes, yandere, childe

main m.list genshin m.list

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 / 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 as 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐘 !

Not a single soul in the Empire does not know the fierce infatuation you harbor for the young Duke Alatus of Kedrey Dukedom. From his stunning golden eyes and dark green hair, everywhere he goes demands spotlight.

Ever since you caught the sight of him in one of the balls you were attending, you clung onto him like a leech, always closing the proximity, writing letters, and initiating conversation with him in hopes he'll reciprocate your feelings

Every interaction fills you with contentment and confidence. You're the eldest child of the Emperor, dignified, stunning and kind. Who wouldn't want an Imperial Nobility like you?

However, you've gotten way too engrossed for your undying love for him that you swept away the constant threat looming above you and your title as the Imperial Nobel.

The ballroom shimmers with golden lights, and the air buzzes with the sound of laughter and polite conversation with the soft hum of elegant music relaxing the nerves in the background, setting the perfect backdrop for the prestigious event where the whole Royal Family would be making an appearance.

Most notable Royal Family member to present was Y/N L/N, whom the rumors were circulating about of plausible marriage proposal to a certain Duke, unsurprisingly.

"Alatus!" You maneuvered your way to him, seemingly shameless for calling his name without his title before it.

"Your Highness." He greeted in such a desultory tone that anyone can deduce he's anything but ecstatic to see you.

You've known how distant and cold he acts toward everybody, but you were cursed with such a dense mind to comprehend he doesn't treat you any different; his stiff actions like simple greeting and short response equates how much he craves to stay furtive, contorted expressions and averting gazes are him expressing his displeasure in your presence and he definitely ignores your letters.

And yet you hope you can change his views of you by approaching him because of your burgeoning feelings. It didn't cross your mind how much he values his personal space and kept on insisting your infatuation, unbeknownst how much it irritates him.

"I'm glad you are here. Did you read my letters? I was hoping for your reply since last month but you remained unresponsive. I thought you might have been busy so you forgot to reply." You rambled on and on, you're too close for his liking but out of respect to your title as the Imperial Highness, Alatus stays silent.

One of the attendants offered you a chocolate dessert and you ate without regards, even offering one to the Duke. "I'm not a fan of sweets, Your Highness." He refused, eyes twitching.

"Oh? I apologize for that. It seems— *COUGH*"

For once, one expression painted the Duke's face out of all the times he wears his stoic facade. However, you don't know if you should be glad he's looking at you like that, he looks mortified.

"Imperial Highness! Quick! Fetch the doctor!" A Duchess yelled with clear distraught as she watches you slumped over the floor, coughing blood and alarmingly paling each second.

This incident is quite common amongst nobles.

You were poisoned.

Whoever did such thing never got to register in your brain as the poison intensifies and you doubled over from the scorching pain. Black dots danced in your vision, tempting to lure your eyes to close and pain only pushed you to do so

You barely registered the rushing footsteps of the guards or the nobles screaming before darkness greeted you like an old friend.

The Imperial Palace busied themselves for the recovery of the eldest royal, it even for busier when you were comatose. Security has been tight since then, there were more than necessary numbers of guards stationed outside your room.

Duke Alatus seems neutral with everything, rumors spread among the nobels that he never care for their highness, Y/N.

While it is true that he shows nothing but malice towards your incongruous advances, he does appreciate your efforts of getting closer on a microscopic level and deep down, there's a tinge of concern pricking his numb heart.

Still, his hatred and pride overpowers his concern, he never once visited you, not that visitors are allowed in the Imperial Palace anyway.

He does ask his informants regarding of your health condition. No one can gauge what thoughts running in his mind when he does so much as stare at the informant with a straight face.

And then one day, he received the news of your recovery, that you're finally awake.

You've been awakened by a startling nightmare that rattled your mind awake. For a comatose person in a cool air room, your forehead is sedimented with perspiration and all you can think of is how to escape from your wretched room.

Your maid came in only to react in astonishment to see you sitting up. When she asks how are you faring, you responded neither politely nor dismissively, when the doctor checked your vitals, you didn't throw a tantrum like you always do.

Behind your veil is a person desperate to survive the Imperial Palace before another catastrophic event occurs in the near future. You have to change your ways, it is for your benefit anyway.

The maid was suspicious of your every changing behavior as you were known for beautiful and luxurious nobel who throws jaundiced looks on anyone who do so much as to stare at Alatus.

Speaking of the Duke, you only realize he has no intention of reciprocating your feelings through the maids during your comatose state because there are times you lay there immobilized but your sense of hearing never fails you.

It was a bitter reality, you genuinely feel infatuated to the Duke and want nothing more but to know him better.

Unfortunately, your ways of showing affection is not appreciated to a man who values his dignity and protects his people first.

You chuckled at your stupidity, it was all spelled out for you to decipher but you chose to remain ignorant to the truth and now you got the deserving consequences of your actions. You suffer.

If time permits, you'd like to steer clear with Duke Alatus and seek forgiveness for the time you made him feel like an unworthy man who only attracts potential suitors by his looks and reputation.

He's so much more than that, and hopefully he'll find the right person who can show him love beyond on what you can give him.

For now you want to focus on running away from the Imperial Palace until the storm passes.

Weeks flew by and you've been attending more social balls to tell the whole empire that you've survived the assassination attempt, to convey nothing can hold you down. But to also give you enough time to map your escape in the palace.

It's not an easy task to fly away from the palace with the noble title on your head. Therefore, you would need someone to help you get away legally.

"M-Marriage?" Sputtered the Duke Alatus.

So much for asking for his forgiveness.

"I'm aware it sounds a salacious scheme to tie you down with me and I can only offer you my sincere words that I no longer bear any infatuation toward you, Duke. I've accepted the fact you have no room for romance and moved on. I hope you do the same and accept this contract. It's beneficial for both parties."

Sure it sounds like a scam and Alatus doesn't want to end up like his friend, Zhongli, who gets scam from left and right.

What baffles him is you sitting with such poise and authority that he no longer can see the past you who kept chasing him for answers to your confessions. You've matured. Mature enough to handle a crucial negotiation.

And it raises the question.

What happened?

He only knows you as the Royal Noble who follows him with lovesick eyes. He wasn't informed you could be downright. . . sexy.

"Your face is red, Duke. Is everything alright?"

"Yes." A pragmatic answer coming from a man punching himself on his mind for thinking lewd things about you.

"I'm not expecting a direct answer now, Duke. Take as much time as you need, but be reminded that I also have limited time. If you are not able to give me your answer within a month, I'll exterminate our negotiation and never speak it ever again."

Silence reigned supreme, the Duke's face never betrayed any emotion while you held your head high as you sip your tea. "I hope to hear your answer soon, Duke Alat—"

"I accept."

You blinked comically. "I beg your pardon?"

"I accept your offer."

"W-What? Are you certain?"

He leaned back and crossed his arms. "I am a soldier, everything I do is with certainty. I do not rush nor stall."

Your eyes escaped his scrutinizing gaze and slapped yourself at the back of your mind. Who were you kidding, of course Alatus wouldn't waste time and prefer to give direct answer. Times like this make you realize you don't know him at all and yet you claimed that you love him. Embarrassing.

"I understand. Starting tomorrow we are publicly a couple within 6 months, you help me with my escape and I'll help you in your foreign affairs under the Royal family's name."

You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "I'll be in your care."

"As I am."

Headline: "Royal Highness Y/N L/N and Duke Alatus Kedrey relationship has recently caused rumors to suggest their Highness Y/N has eloped with the Duke."

"This is an overkill." A nervous chuckle rumbled from you.

"I think it's justifiable." Countered the Duke.

"I believe so. What worries me is your take in this."

A frown settled deep in his eyebrows. "Worried?"

You mirrored his expression. "This headline would most likely attract journalists to interview you, possibly even dig your background to quench their thirst for answers." You paused and walked ahead of him in the garden.

"Knowing you don't like anyone to probe into your private life, it worries me to think about the plausible frauds you'll experience." You couldn't see his expression as you sighed.

Unbeknownst to you, his face is crunched up, forming an expression of what you can call it. . . confusion? Your words perplexed him to a whole new degree.

Weeks ago you were throwing yourself at him, you could care less of his feelings and only care for him to love you back, you did unimaginable things that he finds pathetic. You were selfsh, self-centered and other synonymous words.

But now. . .

Alatus sighed, massaging his temples. No use of thinking hard about their change, it could be a facade to let my guard down. As if that would ever happen anyway.

"I am not worthy of your concern, Your Highness. Please be rest assured that mere words won't affect this contract."

"Y/N."

"Pardon?"

"Call me Y/N when we're in public. It'd cause a stir if a couple address each other formally. Would it be alright if I call you by your first name?"

Again, you're being unusually solicitous for him. He was too stunned to speak and you took it as a negative sign.

"Do tell me when you're comfortable enough to let me call—"

"Why are you like this?" He bluntly asked.

You blinked owlishly. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"Why are you pretending to be nice?"

You inwardly sighed. Of course there's no way he'll fall for your 'nice change' if anything, it made him more suspicious of your behavior. But really, you're showing genuine care for his needs and always try your best to assist him.

"I highly doubt you remember our first meeting, for you it might've been the worst day of your life. For me? It was the opposite."

"What?"

"My father is not as loving and caring for most people would think. Oh no, he's far from those, he's cruel and abusive." Alatus' eyes sharpened at the indication of domestic violence.

"He only saw me as a child who'd bring glory to the Empire, he cares for what value I can impart on behalf of his reputation. I have the beauty after all, but not the brains nor brawns. And he couldn't be satisfied with it." A bitter chuckle came from you.

"When I saw you at the ball, I was mesmerized like most men and women at first glance. You're dignified, strong, insightful and top of that you're undeniably gorgeous. I admire you like the rest of the population because you have everything my father wanted from me. I thought all those qualities were unreachable, and yet you exist. You made me feel inferior and I became insecure of myself. I only have my pretty face, without it I'm nothing but a disposable ornament. Do you know who poisoned me that night?"

He says nothing for a little while. He knew the answer right before you even asked. "Your father." There's a bite in his words.

"Perceptive as always, Duke Alatus." He couldn't match your careless words. If he was perceptive he would've figure out you feel threatened at your own home. He— Archons! He's pissed!

And for what reason? He asked himself.

"I pursued you since then, thinking my father would change the way he treats me if I had you with me, a perfect son-in-law— maybe then he'd look the way I expect a loving father would." Fists clenched, you tightly closed your eyes.

"I was a fool, alright. When he realized you're not interested in me, he deemed me worthless, hence why I was poisoned. He wanted to eliminate a thing that has no value anymore. It took me years to realize that he would never love me. No one would."

You've never experienced love, let alone how to show it properly. Only the Duke Alatus ever made you feel like a human worthy of showing basic manners to you without the influence of your title.

Your first meeting with him left a huge impression. It was at your debutant party, nobles attended and gossips were shared. A night that should've your spotlight, but it felt far from it.

For instance, you constantly felt out of place, as if you don't really belong in the social groups of nobility. Which was richly hypocritical, considering you also had an appetite for attention over individuality. The dichotomy left you uncertain on many occasions and you felt obligated to mask yourself behind a much more "proper" exterior. You can't define what's exactly proper, and so you would always second guess everything you do as feeble as greeting a new face and ask yourself if it's at their satisfactory.

At the end of the night, no one even noticed the star of the night had gone missing amidst their debut celebration. All except one.

Perched on the rim of the fountain, your bare feet submerged in the pool of water.

The cold sensation is strangely comforting, add the cool breeze of the night and you feel oddly at peace. Somehow contradictory to what you've read in romance books that people under stress usually crave the warmth of their partner. Perhaps the absence of love made you hunger for whatever's available for comfort, starving people will eat anything after all.

"Reduced to just sitting around. How absurd."

A frightening shriek escaped your lips, you made a hasty turn as the water splashed as you move. But that soon morphed in relief, the man in front of you impose no danger, if anything you'd feel the safest in his presence.

Duke Alatus is revered as the Hero in his Liyue Empire, the strongest fighter and apparently most handsome man to exist. And boy do those rumors did him any justice.

You've seen him from afar and couldn't help but fall for him at first sight, you wanted to get closer but you were always reminded how worthless you are and that someone like him would never bother batting their eyes to you.

And yet, he's here. In the flesh.

"What are you doing here?" You praised yourself for not stuttering in his presence. He merely shrugged before standing a few meet away from where you're sitting.

"I missed the chance to greet the host a blessed birthday, only to know that they've disappeared. Do you have a habit of playing hide and seek among your peers?" The satirical undertone must've flew over your ear and you looked at him, slightly aghast.

"H-How did you know I wasn't there?"

No one paid attention to you. So why would he?

He sighed, "Didn't you hear me? I was going to greet you but you somehow vanished in your party."

"You searched for me?"

He scoffed, "I'm here, aren't I? What kind of host would leave their debutante party behind?"

"You could've gone with your evening without pleasantries. It wouldn't reflect on your reputation, only mine, so why bother go all through this trouble to find me?" He gave you a blank look, but his eyes blinked in slight disbelief at your query.

"It wasn't trouble finding you, really. . . unless you prefer being alone at the moment, I can leave."

"No! I mean — ehem. . . you can stay." You muttered, an underlying embarrassment was present in your voice.

He perched an eyebrow. "You are an odd one as the rumors say."

It was a turning point to you. Being emotionally repressed and touch starved you are, you wanted more after the first sign of attention from him.

He gave you an ounce of your need to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be worthy of someone's time. It was enough for you to take it as a sign to pursue him.

But you realized a little too late that he would never reciprocate your feelings and the so-called "love" you have for him is the result of years being deprived from any compassion. You've mistaken hunger for love.

"Now you know the reason behind my desperation of escape and the need to change in order to succeed. Truthfully, I don't know if I'm doing the right thing of being considerate and all that. I have to apologize for making such attempts without researching." You made a mental note to visit the library later.

"Anyway, I've said many things today. Let's settle — OMPH!"

A gloved hand wrapped around your wrist and you were pulled backwards, only to softly bumped against a firm chest. "H-Huh? What's the matter, Duke?" You dumbly asked as you tilted your head up to glance at him.

His bangs shrouded whatever expression he has on his face. "You have my permission to call me Alatus, be it in public or private."

"Oh, OK." You're quite baffled what his actions are supposed to convey. Isn't he supposed to dislike physical contact?

"I first saw you as an incompetent noble, a typical royalty who's strength is heavily reliant on outward beauty." Damn, you should add straightforwardness in your compliments for him. "I've seen pretty faces everywhere, yours is nothing special."

"I've heard enough!" You tugged away from his grip, stinging tears threaten to fall. To think your only strength has been trampled on just like that feels like your hope vanishing. Your face is your only gateway to freedom and it—

"Tis why I am amazed to see you acquiring new strengths in your arsenal." E/C eyes found themselves clashing with Alatus' golden hues, there's a glint of emotion you couldn't decipher.

"Your Hi — Y/N, I promise to get you out of this hellhole. Our contract can exceed the 6 month rule for all I care." A blooming emotion spreads in you. He cares enough to finally notice you and your pain, and he's here to help you.

Don't get the wrong idea, self. He's helping me as an ally because he has a good heart. But I know I don't deserve someone so kind and he doesn't deserve someone so broken. I understand our fate is only meant for this; my savior and his misfortune.

You sighed as you remind yourself with that set boundaries. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you, Alatus."

"There's nothing to be grateful for. I'm happy to help someone in need, it's more than enough."

You smiled. And his heart skipped a beat.

A pretty face with a genuine bright grin.

You're beautiful when you're being you.

No bitterness. No ill-concealed pain. He has to rethink his words about your ''mediocre'' beauty.

It pisses me off when you sell yourself short with degrading thoughts, you're no mere ornament. You deserve to be loved, Y/N. I admire your strength and determination. You're a lot stronger than I was when I needed the strength to fight, you're someone I aimed to be in my darkest time. So, keep going and don't ever hesitate to call my name for help.

Little did they both know, Y/N was falling out of love while Alatus is falling in.

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈!𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 as 𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 !

Many wise nobles would not dare cross paths with Prince Scaramouche Hill, his temperamental issues and rude behavior garnered him the reputation of a tyrant, but Y/N L/N had never counted themselves among the very wise.

You're the main character in every horror movie that instead of getting away from the first sign of danger, you run towards it because. . . why not? Where's the story if they'd just run away?

Wouldn't you guess it. You accepted his marriage proposal.

Now the question lingers: WHY?!

"Now, now. . . There is no need for such hasty decisions, for if such marriage were to be cancelled, then so too would the beneficial ties between our families. Is this what you truly want? A marriage for political convenience is what is being sought here, not love."

His ingenious words has been embedded in your mind ever since you avidly rejected the marriage proposal from the Empress herself. Making it much more difficult to retire on grounds of a healthy rejection was a rather callous way of dealing with part of the problem when the Prince himself outrightly called you out.

From the get-go, he was a walking red flag blessed with bewitching charms that you have fallen victim to. You've heard the rumors, he's anything but a saint, his looks might say otherwise but you've acquainted with his ugly side to conclude that your life will be full of thorns once you've wed.

This callous sentiment should chill you — maybe it would, if you heeded the alarm bells ringing in your mind — but fascination triumphs over any deterrent. What would it be like to get to know this Prince? Can I make this marriage work?

#icanfixhim

The wedding ceremony went smoothly, vows were pronounced and rings were exchanged. Though the two of you never really said it aloud, you both weren't ready for the. . . "marital duties"

For tonight, the servants prepared the room the newlyweds will share with unimaginable extravagance, there were rose petals littered in a heart shaped in your bed, candles on each of the bedside table and two bottles of what it looks like strong liquor across the room, definitely intended.

You entered the shared room gripping your nightwear and promptly chugging down the liquor at your leisure.

Scaramouche is yet to come in this new room, part of you hoped you'll be too drunk to fulfill the marital duties. But as you look at the window, mirroring your inner turmoil, you know it's pointless.

It’s a moonless night, heavy with the weight of regret, shattered dreams and a long road of loveless marriage.

You clutched the remnants of your sanity and drowned yourself in the bitter solace of liquid courage to feel the emotions you’d been avoiding. If you'll lose everything in one night, might as well be under the influence to numb the feelings away.

The bottle was harshly snatched from your hand. "Do you plan to do this while you are drunk? Is this what they have taught you?" Came from your new husband.

The liquor did the best job to give you the courage to speak up to him, something that you lacked when he snagged your confidence at the lowest as you rejected this marriage.

"Someone has to be educated in the bedroom?" There's a sardonic undertone as you sway your head. "Well, pardon me, Prince. You barged in my home, proposed this bullshit and expect me to be knowledgeable in the art of pleasure in one week?"

You drunkenly stood up and mustered your best glare-that-can-put-you-sixfeet-under. "You. . . I gave you a benefit of a doubt and accepted this marriage thinking you're a subject of those biased rumors, but you absolutely pale in comparison."

This is where you're expecting expletives insults from him, his pride has been put to the test and Scaramouche was not known for his leniency.

In your drunken stupor, only the blur outline of his masculinity shadows your figure. Before you could retort anything else, he had lunged himself to you, specifically towards your lips.

Surprised marred your drunken face, what's more surprising was how gentle he moved his lips with yours, you'd expect him to be rough in intimacy which what greatly contributed to your anxiety but his gentle actions made you think otherwise.

Are we really doing this?

A hand cupped your cheek as if guiding you to tilt your head to the side while yours gripped the bed sheets. His lips traversed the corner of your lips down to your jaw, rendering you speechless as breathy moans escaped.

He must have noticed your reaction and promptly detached himself from you and you can finally breathe.

"I'm only marking you," His voice was incredibly soft, it was like another soul possessed his body, "We both don't want this. . . whether by obligation or not and I won't cross it. At least by marking you, it'll make people think we have done it."

Scaramouche raised your chin slightly and lifted your face towards him. Now both your faces were looking at each other. He was staring deep into your eyes, as if he was looking for your permission.

There's a certain way Scaramouche takes in your appearance — a thorough observation that doesn't miss the smallest detail about you.

What he sees are things he's familiar with. An enticing body and face which speaks of power and a strong will. A sharp mind, which makes him feel he's found an equal in intelligence. Someone who he wouldn't have to manipulate or trick into submission. . . because he knows he could get there with affection and a proper hand. And, perhaps above all, the way you look at him. As he does to you. . . there's a burning desire.

Why does he have to make this difficult for me?

His hands slide over your body in a smooth, slow way which makes your mind go numb. His hands cup you and caress the shape of your form. Your eyes close as his hands take their place in your hair. . . holding it like a trophy.

With the way he was raised by the Empress, Raiden Shogun, it shouldn't come as a surprise that Scaramouche views you as a property to own rather than a living human who possessed feelings.

The taste, the feeling of his lips against your neck, his breath against your neck. It's intoxicating. . . and leaves you gasping for more and your stomach fluttering. You feel his lips trail towards your neck, and just when you thought he'd move up to your lips — he sinks his teeth in just enough to leave a mark without hurting you.

"This should be enough."

As quickly as he left the mark so was his presence in the room as he hastily stood up and left without making so much noise.

The morning after your consummation, you thought he might treat you a little better than before but he seemed to have reversed back to his old self once again. Archons!

When nothing goes his way he'll use you as a ventilation, and you took every jabbing words and flying objects thrown. You never once complained, not when you know his soft side.

Pitied looks and whispers of sympathy were your daily highlights, everyone in the castle knows how badly the Prince has been treating you since the first day. But that's not true, he treated you like a human on your consummation night, he was more than a Prince with temper tantrums.

If only you can understand His Highness, though. Try as you might. . . You just didn't get him. It seemed like he was made up of several personalities that were constantly getting in each other's way.

"Fuck." Scaramouche was now slumped on the floor.

It was one of those days he'd use you as his target of frustration, nothing new. Scaramouche has tendency to temper tantrums. But today, his eyes brimmed with tears.

Scaramouche himself probably wasn't aware of his vulnerability, he would immediately leave your room and do god knows what.

"Your Highness?" Your meek voice was barely comprehensible in his ears, he was visibly trembling with his head tucked in his arms.

"Go away!" Despite his harsh refute, there's an underlying tone of a defeated man. It hurts to see him like this, nobody deserves to experience pain no matter the circumstances of their birth — Scaramouche shouldn't be an exception to this.

"But you're in pain." You frowned deeply and kneeled beside his trembling form, far enough to not trigger his fight or flight instinct.

"I'm always in pain!" He was shouting and mumbling to himself, but it didn't slip past your senses that he was almost whining about his situation, similar to a child crying out for his mother.

"You don't have to be if you let people help you."

"Help me. . .?" He reiterated the words as if it's in foreign language.

A sense of dread flood your senses as you silently gulped, but you remained rooted in your spot beside him.

"Yes, I know you're not used to it, you're probably denying it in your head as I speak. I won't force you to seek help, but know that someone would be willing to help you." Lies, he knew your words were baseless reassurance to make him feel better.

"Yeah, and I treat you well." He sputtered those words with condescending ire and finally look up to you with so much loathsome in his purple eyes. "You're no different than the people who have deceived me."

Your eyebrows shot in surprise. So he had people who took him for granted? It's no wonder he was shaped like this — spiteful and vindictive. It was easier for him like this, to let people hate him than take advantage of whatever's left of him.

"I'm not deceiving you, Your Highness. I'm willing to help you."

"Do you take me as an idiot? Words hold no value or truth behind them." He spat bitterly and a firm scowl marred his expression before he sauntered to the exit.

"Willing?" He scoffed and finally stood up, unraveling his height that was only inch taller than yours. "Don't make me laugh, people like you always have ulterior motives to help."

"I'm not like one of those people. I give you my word for that."

"Your words prove me nothing. Get out of my sight!"

"But this is my room. . ."

His eyes twitched. "This is our room."

"Okay! I'll go!" You surrendered and stumbled your way out of the room without looking back.

Scaramouche wasn't aware when it began, he does know the feeling started off as a small simmer from a pot of heated water. He finds himself beginning to notice every small detail of you.

It began with him noticing the small dimples on your cheek when you smile or laugh with your full heart instead of the prim and proper laugh from etiquette lessons.

He noticed your habits depending on your mood — your hands become restless when anxious, your eyes dart anywhere but his eyes when you're uncomfortable, or the way you bit your lip when feeling awkward.

Is this. . .

Love. Scaramouche hated that word for love is always affiliated with trust which both reeked of vulnerability, and the sort of emotion that the Prince couldn't afford to display — not when all it had ever done in the past was cause him torment. The past, he had felt resentful because the Empress had handed over too much baggage unilaterally to him — his Princely upbringing, the sole heir duties, arranged marriage. Damn it all.

Thereafter, he had acquired unnecessary headaches from his supposed spouse. He had wrongly assumed your character, for after showing you early signs of his apparent animosity, it only fed your burning curiosity.

He was quick to chalk it up as your naivety, you did reject the proposal for the sole purpose of finding true love.

Only fools would expect love from a mere paper contract. If he had any sympathy left he would gladly drown you with it.

But his assumptions got stomped when you displayed regal actions against the nobles who badmouthed you about the marriage. It was expected that negative rumors would spread and most people would merely pretend they're deaf. You, on the other hand, confronted them and stood up for yourself.

You're far from naive, it seems. If not naive, then what's driving you to endure his treatment and keep leeching from him? The question blanketed his mind for weeks.

You, who's ever curious about the Prince and the the said Prince befuddled by your actions. Put it together and it creates subtle transition in your relationship.

He starts letting you engage him in conversations, as silly as they were sometimes. His answers were still brimming with condescension and ire, but somehow you couldn't shake the feeling that they somehow lacked the bite. . . the intention to hurt.

Or maybe you were just too numb to register it. Either way, you're liking the subtle changes in your relationship.

"HEY!" You gasped and bolt right up, trickle of perspiration on your temples. "W-What. . .?"

Scaramouche was beside you, his usual glare plastered on his face, but his hands are drawing circles on your back, soothing your labored breaths.

For every shift, there's the touch of his hand, the sound of his smooth voice that promises to protect you. His eyes follow you even in your shaking — the light reflected in them assuring that they won't disappear.

"Relax, reality is more often terrifying than nightmares."

Very reassuring.

Scaramouche's expression is somber as he regards you in the dark. There's a bit of hesitation before he reaches out to you. . . embracing you, like a blanket being your safe haven from the Boogeymen.

"I'm here, there's no need to fear." He whispered quietly as his grasp adjusts to be gentler against the softness of your skin as you trembled.

This is him. This is Scaramouche Hill.

This is what you were curious and hoping to see from him. No pedantical micromanagement, no cruelty born of mistrust and ill experience. Just Scaramouche, passionate, attentive and content. Kind in his own way, sardonic and inquisitive, not as selfish as everyone assumed. It was such a privilege to see it.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 as 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 !

They say there's a fine line between sanity and madness — Childe Agriche has a foot on both sides. And as the youngest son in the House of Black Agriches, he's the most 'normal' and 'enthusiastic' being you can meet in the manor.

You were a simple commoner who heard the rumors circulating the Black Agriches, if it taught you anything is that Agriches repay kindness with gold and insults with death. Yeah, a family you won't dare to cross with.

Apparently you don't share the same sentiment as your parents as they were too deep of their dept with the Agriche.

But they were spared and in exchange of their mercy, your parents sold you off with them to work in their house. They didn't even bat an eye and shoved you down to your knees.

You felt every kinds of betrayal that exist and snitched on your parents by exposing them of their illegal deeds and what they did to their money that put them in that situation.

Enraged, the head of the Agriche swiftly beheaded them and took you in the manor. It was a relatively quiet mansion, you thought you were going to die in the next few hours but you found yourself suddenly face to face with gleaming mischievous cerulean eyes that seems to enrapture you.

"Who you might be? A new toy for my siblings?" His jovial tone makes you think he's such a harmless creature, which was proven incorrect when he suddenly revealed of wanting you as his pet.

Did he mean slave? Surely he won't potty train you or tell you to sit and roll in front of strangers like a child(e), would he?

"Stand down, Childe. This is Y/N, a new addition of our workers." His father introduced before lighting a cigarette.

He scoffed, "We already have so many workers. Why don't they just become my pet instead?" You had to hold back the broadening of your eyes at this. What on Earth is wrong with these people?

The head of the Agriche merely shrugged as he waves a dismissive hand. "Do what you want." Your heart dropped at the nonchalant response. It'd be better if you get to work in the mansion, not be someone's slave.

An arm was suddenly draped over your shoulders. "Awesome! My name is Childe Agriche, you're now my new pet. So, let me break it down for you; you obey, reward. You disobey, punishment. Simple."

Did I mention he enjoys toying with his victims and making them his pet? Pet, as in putting a collar and chaining you up in the basement? And what was that again? He's supposed to be the most normal?

You're either stuck in a room where he claims to be your cage or following him in around the manor with the collar still on.

At first, you were scared what he might do to you, but it turns out he really honors his words. You obey him and nothing bad will ever happen to you. It really is that simple as he said.

You've heard how other Agriches tend to torture their pets for doing mistakes or even obeying as they're told. You haven't seen the display of power within the Agriches for Childe insists you stay in your cellar room, but the rumors you've heard guaranteed your every caution in meeting new people in the manor, even a maid.

With Childe, however, it doesn't automatically warrant punishment for a simple mistake. He opts to teach you what's right and wrong.

It's unbelievable how patient he is with you, it's more unbelievable to think he's an Agriche with this kind of attitude.

One day, he entered your cell and announced that you'll be living together with him in his room. The collar will have to remain for the sake of your 'safety' as he claimed. Thus, you found yourself laying on a thin satin silk mattress that left no little discomfort.

It didn't seem like he has many tasks to deal within the household, he'd occasionally be away for a few hours before returning bloody murder with crimson stains on his royal clothes.

Driven by a tinge of concern, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking. "What happened? Are you alright?" It was the first time you had seen him what the rumors would potray about him.

His eyebrows furrow in bafflement. "You're. . . asking me if I'm alright?" He asked, almost in disbelief that such question exists.

"Of course! Look at your clothes. How can you expect me not to worry?" Your courageous episode ended when you realized the mistake, you lowered your head. "I apologize. I didn't mean to come out as impudent—"

Your statement was cut short when a cold hand grasped your chin and tilt your head up. Those cerulean eyes never fails to instill the butterflies in your stomach.

"I didn't realize how cute you are until now." His voice dropped a few octaves low it sent shivers in your spine, "Nobody has ever asked about my health, and then there's you — chained up in my bed, concern for me." He chuckled, the type of chuckle that tells you he enjoys a good prey, that he likes how far you will go for him— he's testing you.

Even being concern can get you in trouble?! What's next? I'm getting punished just by breathing?!

"I don't mean no harm." Your demure voice only made him more elated.

"Oh, dear Y/N. Even if you do, there's no way you can land a hit on me," he paused, swiping his tongue out to wet his lower lip. "But fortunately, I'm a masochist myself. I might allow you to bite me if you behave~"

He really is an Agriche.

"Getting back. Are you really OK?" It took every innermost strength in you to divert the topic.

In response, he flashed you a cheeky smile before his hand slowly descended on the base of your neck. Latching his gloved fingers around until he's holding you in a chokehold.

He hasn't done anything, yet your breath hitched.

"You're so small and vulnerable, I can easily snap your neck like this." Proving his point, he added pressure which now made you choke and clasped your hands on his wrist out of reflex. "And yet, you're asking me if I'm OK?"

The pressure on your neck didn't loosen one bit, it feels like he has no intention of actually hurting you, just setting an example of what he can potentially do to you.

You barely can breath, not only because of his hold on your neck, but also the fact he's unbearably close your breaths are mingling as you exhale. You feel like fainting.

"B-Because I don't like seeing you hurt!"

His expression dropped instantaneously. An undecipherable emotion passed his countenance as his strands casted shadow over his blue eyes.

"T-Tartaglia?" Was his alter ego.

He insisted on you calling him by that name.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you care?"

You ask yourself the same question, any sane person wouldn't think twice to care for a cold hearted killer, but any sinner like him wouldn't treat you with such kindness.

"Is such reason needed? I saw you stained with blood, it's natural for me to fret."

". . ."

"Aww~" He cooed, finally loosening the hold on your neck.

What an odd reaction. You took a huge inhale and nearly slide down as your knees weakened, but he has his arm around you to keep your equilibrium in balance.

You felt his gloved hand tilting your chin up, his bright blue eyes swirled with emotions you couldn't deduce.

Everything he's doing alerts your senses to run, but your body just craves for more of his touch. Archons above! I'm losing my mind! The way he looks you like a predator — a hungry and sadistic animal, looking to ravage your soul. He's a dangerous, charismatic and highly intelligent man. A twisted fantasy.

"You know what, you'll be my significant other!"

"WHAT?!"

"And you should call me Ajax from now on, too!"

How many names does he have?!

The next thing you know was Childe's entire personality shifting. He freed you from the chains and treats you like a true royalty. Childe innate possessiveness of you increased tenfold after he was exposed to your gentle side.

Overwhelming was the right word for what you felt after a few days of his behavior.

But your "boyfriend" kept insisting in gift giving, it's his primary love language. You mentioned your favorite food? He'll have it on the dining table. You fancy a clothing? Consider the whole shop yours. Someone being an asshole to you? Expect a dried head by your doorstep.

Make no mistake in kidnapping his S/O — he'll rain down all kinds of hell. Sadly (not really) some people just don't heed warnings and accept death so readily.

The temperature in the room seemed to grow colder in cadence with the ice in Childe's gaze. "You mean to tell me, that you are all incompetent to do a simple task of guarding my room where my S/O was? And now they're gone?"

*SPLAT* *THUMP*

One head rolled over

Nobody breathed.

"For every minute you fail to bring the culprit in my playroom equates for a head. If I happen to find them before any of you — don't expect a one way to ticket to hell. I will guarantee to entertain all of you along with the perpetrators."

Childe Agriche loves to play and this was one of his games. Touche! As if he can expect those vacuous idiots to find Y/N.

The door closed with an ominous boom that echoed throughout what sounded like a massive but empty chamber.

Childe knew anger, he was well acquainted with the said red emotion but he had always try to mask it under the pretense of a funny and boisterous man. This time however, he's been uncharacteristically calm and everyone in the manor feels like walking on a tip of a knife.

They wouldn't understand, none of those imbeciles would know what it feels to be with Y/N. He scoffed as he sharpens his arrowhead before placing it in his quiver. There was no time to waste, he wants you back in his arms.

And he did.

With bloodshed, of course.

"GAHHH!"

Childe moved swiftly and gracefully, so much so they had trouble keeping up with him. He came up behind one of the culprits the one that was holding you captive, and broke his neck rather quickly before slashing at another who was nearby.

He quickly ducked, avoiding the enemy coming up from behind, and grabbed his arm, flipping him over, and pinning him down. Suddenly a loud shrill was heard as a bone cracked, and then he moved on the other.

Blood dripped from his fingers, but before a drop could even hit the floor, he’d already struck dead another one, splattering even more blood. One by one the went down, until they’d all been wiped out, annihilated by their supposed prey. They were outmatched by the youngest Agriche.

And by the glint in Childe’s cerulean eyes, he was clearly enjoying the thrill of the kill. The Agriche barely even broke a sweat, his breathing remaining even despite the number of men he had been fighting against him.

Against the occluded moon, he stalked towards your unconscious form and lifted you bridal style, Childe looked more like a predator than a lover, a hunt ending with the prey pinned and helpless. The smell of death permeated the frigid air. Only corpses lay around him.

Holding the unconscious Y/N in his arms, his expression did not once flinch. It was as if he was only holding a feather. Amidst the night, his figure glided on the ground agile and light, before finally disappearing behind the shadows of the nearby trees. . .

You woke up a little disgruntled and already felt the pain in your head flaring as soon as you forced yourself awake. So much for being Childe's S/O, it comes with a free package of his enemies hunting you down.

"Y/N, you're awake." You heard an unusually soft voice beside you as you felt the bed shifts in weight followed by a bone crushing hug from your-supposed-lover.

Pain flared in your abdomen and you had to bite back a grimace. "I swear you're not leaving my sight ever again." His breath is like the scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze: soft and soothing, yet sweet and enticing, effectively distracting you from the pain.

If you only you had witnessed the bloodshed you would think twice than to fall for his honeyed words.

"Y-You have blood on your clothes. . ." The indication of your query made him smirked. "It's my trophy."

You decided not to probe any further. In his language, that meant another massacre to stain his clothes and it only means whoever abducted you reached the other side as such a young age.

"Thank you for saving me. . ."

His eyes softened as he chuckled. "You're thanking the same man who shed blood for you?"

"I'm thanking the man who cares enough about me." You refuted.

You were too absorbed in hugging him back that you failed to notice the eerie smile on his lips. His next words were spoken next to your ear, laced with obvious unhinged obsession over you.

"Right, I'm the only one who would save you in face of danger and care for your well-being. No other people can do as much as I can for you, so stay with me forever, Y/N."

Was it your imagination or did you just see a psychotic grin?

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 as 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐙𝐋𝐎 !

How atrocious can your life get when you learned the news of your husband handpicking a concubine for himself, then the said trash woman actually has the guts to call you her in-law just because you have the same husband.

Now, you pride yourself for being patient, courageous and intelligent. You wouldn't have ruled an empire if it wasn't for your educated upbringing. But even a ruler like you can feel overwhelmed and burned out, and would find a temporary solace to cry your heart out.

The fact your husband picking his concubine is not the issue inconveniencing you the most. It was his and that man-stealer attitude is what suffocated you the most.

Outrageous to see the trash playing the victim card and shedding fat crocodile tears just to earn your husband's favor. Audacious to think of herself as the same level as you when she doesn't even know basic etiquette rules and the difference between a garbage and herself. Humiliating on how he made you a fool on many occasions and sided with his mistress while everyone whispered on how the Emperor favored his concubine over his own S/O.

And he dare say you're not allowed to have an affair?

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

Which lead you in a secluded forest to vent out your feelings and temporarily get away from all that's happening in the palace. You're perched beside a rock while your head is tucked in your crossed arms, burying your head, silently weeping in the depths of the green environment.

*FLAP* *FLAP* *FLAP*

You reluctantly raise your head to investigate the noise, of course you knew it was some type of bird, but you were curious what type of bird it was as you rarely get to visit nature. You'd appreciate a little company even if it's from an avian creature.

Majestic, charming, jaw dropping, and everything synonymous to the word beautiful can be attached to this mystical bird.

What caught your attention the most was its beautiful midnight blue and cerulean ombre feathers, you've never seen such bird in the books you've read let alone see one in real life. Next was its body that's bigger than your head and a wingspan that's almost in par with the length of your arms spread open. And lastly, the note tied to its leg.

"How beautiful. Will you allow me to touch you?" You didn't even notice yourself nearing the bird. A slight hesitance made you flinched when the bird nailed its bright eyes on you. Even the eyes resembled the finest jewel in your kingdom.

You retracted your hand under the assumption you had scared the bird. However, the surprise entered your face when the bird flapped its wings and perched on your suspended hand in the air. It looks like it doesn't sense you as a threat. That's a good start.

Admiring nature's blessing, you caught the note tied to its legs which made you think if this bird is a pet of some noble. "Hmm, are you lost? Based on your looks, you don't look like a wild animal that happened to stumble upon this forest by accident."

You took the note from its feet and read the content;

"I am a guest from abroad who will soon arrive at the new year's ceremony, and I write this note while drunk."

An amused chuckle left your lips as you look back at the bird who's tilting its head in curiosity of your reaction. "I'm sorry, your master sounds like an interesting person and a pain in the back. I feel bad you lost your way here. Hmm. . . should I write back?"

It wasn't even a question, you hastily fish out your pocket pen and wrote a sassy reply at the back of the piece of parchment. Hopefully it doesn't offend the owner of the bird.

You tied the note once again the rubbed its head one last time. "Off you go, little one. Deliver my message to your drunk master and fly your way back home safely."

The bird spreads its wings before taking flight.

You sighed once you lost sight of the avian creature.

Suddenly, you were harshly reminded of your duties and the circumstances you're currently in. As much as possible you don't really want to deal with another mistress-related issues within the palace and have your husband pin the blame on you. Crestfallen, you made your way back to the palace.

What you didn't know was the pair of jewel-like eyes following your movement from one of the tallest trees.

"What an interesting person." A man chuckled as he held up the note that was recently tied to his leg.

It was none other than the blue avian creature that has assumed the image of a man possessing a tanned complexion and navy-blue hair with streaks of lighter blue, accompanied by a waist-length lock of hair that's being held by a low ponytail.

As he reads the content of your message, he couldn't help but feel intrigued by what had occurred prior to you noticing his presence. Why were you crying? Crying doesn't suit a beautiful person like you, especially a sassy one at that.

"Your bird has found its way to me, if it is able to find its way back, I shall be relived, for it means it must be cleverer than its inarticulate drunk master." Sassy yet regal, indeed.

A lopsided grin adorned his lips. "So it seems I must cleverly find my way back to you if I want to see you again, Your Highness. And I must say, I love a good challenge."

Days have become grueling for you to endure, but you persevered through it all. The mistress has become more comfortable in causing ruckus in the palace just to get the Emperor's attention on her.

You don't really care about all the shenanigans she's planning to pull so long as it doesn't interfere in your line of work as a wise ruler.

Then one day, the similar bird you found in the forest came flying at your balcony and kept scratching the glass pane to get your attention.

You gasped once you realized who it was. "It's you again. How are you so good in finding me?" And it seems as though it has a new note attached to its leg.

"I'd like to think I'm a bit more intelligent than a bird. I've now woken up from my drunken stupor."

You giggled at the person's confidence. "Lumine, get me a pen and paper, will you?" You addressed to your attendant standing by the doorway.

"It seems as if you haven't woken up completely. What is the bird's name?"

Lumine, your attendant, commented at the ardor look on your face. "It's fun for you too, isn't it, Your Majesty?"

"A bit. . .?" You coyly replied, this little interaction with the bird and its master is the highlight of your day. Not even the whole mistress thing can be bothered right now.

As if challenging your thoughts, your husband walked in after you just sent away the bird with the letter of yours.

The conversation was tad too accusing, saying you're spreading rumors about the mistress to drag her down. Ha! Even if the rumors were false, it speaks volume.

You left the palace once again, to your safe haven.

It seems as though it's going to be your hobby to seclude yourself when no one's watching and let the nature be a witness of your depressive moments.

*FLAP* *FLAP* *FLAP*

Hearing the familiar flapping, you subconsciously stretched out your arm for the bird to land.

"It's you again!"

And a new note.

"Is such thing needed? You may name it, if you'd like."

"What an indifferent master." You sighed at the response and gaze at the bird. "A kind, intelligent bird like you deserves a name which befits your character. So your name shall be. . ."

"Queen."

Unbeknownst to you, the bird bristled at the name.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Queen. I'm in good spirits now, thanks to you." You embraced the bird and pecked its beak. "I hope you will come visit me again."

The bird flew toward the inky sky. Anyone wouldn't be able to tell the slight blush coating his head.

He landed a few hectares from your and transformed back to his naked human form.

"Archons above. How could they name a man, "Queen"?" He rubbed his dark blue hair. Seemingly sheepish for being mistaken as a girl.

"What was that?" A new voice spoke.

It belonged to the red bird perched on the branches.

"You said you'd go survey the premises. Did you take another detour again?" The miffed tone is impossible to miss. He flew down and morphed to a man with luscious crimson hair that cascades down to his waist and sharp tantalizing red eyes.

"No, of course not. I went to reconnoiter the Imperial Palace."

"Did you really?"

"You don't believe me, brother?"

He gave his brother a sharp glare. "You haven't given me enough reason to. But do remember your position and responsibility, especially in this foreign country."

"I get it. Don't have to nag me, Diluc."

Kaeya Laszlo, first in line to the throne of the Khaenri'ah Kingdom. The center of many rumors, such as those which describe his great cruelty or great beauty.

A few of those say he's a Casanova, and that he associates with dangerous pirates hence why he hasn't met any woman or man of his interest.

And finally, the long awaited New Year's Ceremony came. Noble figures were all invited to celebrate the occasion with your Kingdom as the host.

As for your husband, he's quite busy mingling with his mistress and you were left with your friends.

"Dear god. How shameless is the Emperor to have the face in showing off his. . . unpalatable mistress."

"There is no need for your ire. The law states that the Emperor can take more than one spouse." A tight smile graced your lips.

One of your friends scoffed. "Even it that were the case, a man with a noble heart wouldn't take one more to fulfill his insecurities. You are more than enough and the Emperor does not deserve you."

"Greetings, Your Majesty." An elegant man gracefully interrupted your conversation with your friends.

You turn to look at the man clad in a white-blue knight uniform, specifically more stylish than what you usually on a regular knight at your Kingdom. A Prince, you concluded.

As you shift your apprehensive eyes on him, the little details such accessories and intonation caught your undivided attention.

Silver rings on those long, dexterous fingers, silver necklace around the neck that held his head way too high, silver tongue in that mouth home to all kinds of sins. He was the epitome of being devious; so much so that he could literally walk right off anything by just talking his way out of it.

"I am Kaeya Laszlo, first Prince of the Khaenri'ah Kingdom."

Everyone around you gasped and some almost fainted while you remained level-headed.

"Greetings, Prince Kaeya. I have welcomed you earlier today, but it never crossed my mind to engage a talk to such an esteemed guest of ours."

It's more like I never expected someone like you to approach me. You thought sardonically.

"Do I come off as cold to you, Your Highness? Pardon but that is not my intention, but surely you'll allow me to make worth of your time." He chuckled wistfully, a smirk has overtaken his lips.

Great God. If he endeavoured to make you fall for him as much as possible, then he was doing a splendid job. You just couldn't shake off the feeling that you know this man.

Burst of giggles erupted around you while your eyebrow perched. "Cold? You don't strike me as such, if anything, your bold statement has proven me otherwise."

"Oh, and what would be your answer?"

"I—"

"Of course they agree! Please don't mind us and enjoy your evening together, Prince Kaeya!" One glare against dozens of mischievous eyes is like fighting tooth with nail.

"Shall we?" He offered his hand to guide you in his predestined destination. "I sure hope it is worthwhile, Prince Kaeya." You took his hand and my god was his hand the iceberg.

"Call me Kaeya for starters and I shall call you Y/N."

First name basis already?

"Is that a demand?"

"Does it sound like a demand?"

"It certainly does."

"Well, it is up to you to decide whether to oblige or not." He smiled.

God, it's unfair to have the blessings of charm.

"Where are we going?"

The young man beckoned his head to the exit. "Somewhere your husband won't suspect a thing."

"You really do sound like a Casanova."

"Oh dear, don't tell me you believe those hearsay."

You shrugged. "I do not, but you've been anything as what the rumors have described you thus far."

"You made me curious of you."

"How so?"

Arriving at the garden, he glances at the full moon before turning to stare right at you. "Your eyes are beautiful, yet they also look so empty oftentimes. Your movements and the way you speak are very refined and regal, but they can turn cold, or even rude at times. You're a paradox I'd love to solve, Y/N." Kaeya paused, "But I feel like you're a paradox I could never solve, no matter how hard I try."

This stare off could go on forever, if Kaeya had his way. The tension is obvious, but the air between you both is too tempting — too addicting to resist.

He doesn't look away. . . not one bit and neither do you. His eyes are fixed on yours, his breath steady and his pulse strong. A part of him wants you to make a move. . . to show that you feel as strongly for him as he feels for you.

The other part just wants to steal you away and make you his.

Spoiler alert: he did.

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 as 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 !

It's old news for aristocratic children get engaged before they could debut. But in your case, you're not merely marrying a boy of your family's choice.

You're marrying the infamous Monstrous Crown Prince Bennett; the child who was rumored to have been cursed to bring misfortune to those around him. Thus, he has lived his entire life in the confinements of his four walls.

Fretful thoughts flooded your mind as your carriage neared his mansion. Imperial children usually stays at the Imperial Palace with the King and Queen, however in Prince Bennett's case, he was segregated to live in another mansion built specifically for him to stay out of the spotlight — or as others should say it, for him to not spread the curse of bad luck.

You don't usually treat people based on senseless rumors, but you do heed the rumors as a guide for you to be cautious. Prince Bennett is by far the most unknown factor you have to deal with despite the rumors surrounding him. What is he like? Is he a snob? Does he really bring bad luck?

Those thoughts have kept you all night that you didn't have time to sleep. Somewhere along the way, you fell in a deep slumber, ignoring the occasional jerk of the carriage as it hits a bump on the road.

Constant whimpering reminding you of a kicked puppy was what woke you up from your blissful beauty rest.

For a moment, you have forgotten what happened before you fell asleep. Through your blurried vision, you noticed the walls and ceiling looking dull with the simple light shades of painting, the bed you're resting felt foreign to the touch, the minimalist approach from the interior design and lack of other furnitures made you think you're in someone's room.

"G-Gah! Yo-You're awake. . ." A meek voice said from beside you, it's easy to mistaken it as a woman's voice if it wasn't for the boyish undertone.

You blinked several times before adjusting your sight. There's a hooded boy at the very far right of your bedside, and from the looks of it, he seemed terrified to even close an inch gap.

"Who are you?" Was million dollar question. The boy visibly bristled. It's quite clear for you that he's not used to social interaction.

"I-I. . . am Bennett." He spoke with a low, soothing tone that was laced with a soft accent. Despite his voice being smooth and even, he stared back at you with unbidden curiosity, one that seemed to peer into your very soul.

"Bennett?! Oh Lord, I greet His Majesty the Crown Prince!" You promptly bowed your head as low as it can get.

"W-Wait, no, please don't do that! I don't deserve your respect and besides, we're equals now, feel free to call me Bennett if you like."

He doesn't deserve respect? What a load of bullcrap does that mean? A frown has settled deeply in the creases of your forehead. This boy is anything but what the rumors have described him.

"Your Hig— Bennett, you could be an outcast or a peasant and I'd still treat you with respect. Don't say you don't deserve decent manners." You're almost fuming at this point.

"But I'm a monster. I don't deserve anything, even you."

Something in the purity of his statement triggered you.

"I bring bad luck to everyone. I could hurt you in the future and I don't want that, I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me."

You could feel the last of your residual resentment fading away, getting replaced by a deep sense of compassion — as well as a healthy dose of curiosity. What would this boy, your future husband, truly be like?

"You're no monster, Bennett. No monster would be concerned for my well-being and selflessly label themselves as such to ward me off." He seemed to perk up at your claim.

"Don't ever call yourself as such. I can't stand it."

"I don't understand, you're the first one to say that to me."

A frown has settled on your brows as you came to stand next to him. "You don't need to for now, I'll show you."

Bennett was none of those rumors. You have concluded that ever since you met him, he has been kind and considerate to your well-being. You have never met someone who would ask which side of the table they're more comfortable to eat with — not until Bennett.

The boy was overwhelming with perfervid compassion and the strong urge to give love, it can feel suffocating at times but that's what made you like him.

There's just this nagging feeling in your gut that he's forced to act like a doting husband due to the fact you're engaged. Is it all an obligation? Or he's simply this passionate?

"Are you not upset at this?" You had asked one night.

"Upset about what?"

"About our arranged marriage."

Bennett may appear jubilant around you but you can't help to think he harbors ill will to this arrangement. "I see no reason why I would." He replied, smiling at you as per usual.

"Why is that?"

He tear his gaze from you before briefly interlocking your hands. So warm and full of passion, you promptly responded to the gesture by drawing circles with your thumb.

"You're the best thing to happen in my life. I can't explain this feeling but I do know I can't be happy without you. Thank you for coming in my life, Y/N."

━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. bennett's way too short cuz I ran out of ideas T-T this took wayyyyyy tooooo long, but I'm glad it turned out well. what do you think of this au? I'm planning on making a part 2 for other genshin men, I'm actually starting it already but I still need to finish other prompts.

━━ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @atsukawolfcat @spyanya @ittosoneandoniwife @a-rose-byanothername @lasignoramybeloved @vvyeislazzy @kokomisimpppp @gookimswife

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 months

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ME FIRST!

CAN YOU DO YANDERE JOCK PLEASE!

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! gn! reader

YEY A MOTIVATION TO WRITE!

As my first request... I'm going to put voice claims as like a celebration!

Yan! Jock (Damon): Marshall Lee from Adventure Time (Donald Glover)

Yan! Sugar daddy (Rowan Silas): Howl from Howl's Moving Castle (Christian Bale)

Yan! Butler (Zero): Baizhu from Genshin Impact in JP (Yusa Koji)

Yan! Theater actor (Ignatius): Tamaki from Ouran Highschool Host Club (Vic Mignogna)

Yan! Dragon (Vincent): Lilac Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom (Behzad Dabu)

Yan! Artist (Arlen): Sal Fischer from Sally Face

((Just the voice claims, the charas involved are not really related to the Yans. BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CAN'T FIND A PERFECT FIT FOR ROWAN GRRRRRRRR also Zero being in Japanese... Well, I actually did a Beware the Villainess voice headcannons before, and I used Baizhu JP as Nine's voice. Since Zero's inspired by him, then... Yeah.))

TW: Blood, gore, violence against a dead body.

He's a bit... Dumb.

That's what his friends would say when you ask about Damon.

He's dumb, yet sweet, kind, and insanely athletic.

People call him your typical himbo.

Rumors had it that he's completely a mama's boy, someone who doesn't know the difference between their, they're, and there, a man who has just one braincell that ticks around his head like the dvd logo bouncing around the screen and only get used on sports.

Ah yes, sports. The only thing he's extremely smart at.

Other than being street smart, he's body smart also. That's why he's being passed around by sports team in his University and also being gatekept by the clubs.

The baseball club needs a batter? On it. The basketball club had their ace sick? Don't worry, the mvp is here. The badminton team needs a pair for the doubles? Sure, just make sure to let him bring his own racket. Fencing club lacks one person for a complete sparring session? Uh, he hasn't tried fencing yet, but he will still master it immediately.

So because everything in his peanut brain gets squeezed onto sports, his academics isn't really the best...

Yet, his athlete scholarship made him stay afloat in the University. Plus he's the adorable kind of dumb, so everyone loved him.

If you try to tell him that he's a himbo, he would take it as an offense and would yell at you with the biggest pout and puppy dog eyes that he's not a himbo!

Oh, sweet summer child he is.

Everyone liked to watch this big, buff puppy play around with a smile on his face.

But not the Dean of his college. I mean, he's an athlete scholar, that's for sure, but he's still in Education! He needs to do better in his studies if he wants to be a teacher in the future!

And no! Damon cannot just cluelessly tilt his head to the side!

While Damon pouted, the dean called for you.

You're the candidate magna cum laude in your batch. Smart as you are, you buried your nose in books and notes as you studied to become a teacher, but lacked the confidence and charisma to be an effective one.

So the Dean thought this would be the perfect synergy. Damon's personality would rub on you, while your braincells will rub on his.

It was perfect.

And while you stood there with your eyes downcast, Damon's eyes widened as he stared at you.

It was love at first sight.

"Damon for the last time, it's School Based Management! Not Shoe Base Management! How did you even twist it to that?"

"Hehe, sorry y/n..."

*You sighed and crossed out the number.*

"5/50. How did your score got lower than the last time?! And it's a repeat test too!"

Rowan pouted and fiddled with his fingers. His eyes downcast as he appeared vulnerable.

"I'm sorry y/n.... I will do my best next time..."

*You sighed once more, knowing you can't deny this man.*

"Alright alright. Let's just study again."

You and Damon are in the library now, studying for the upcoming retake that Damon needs to take. But despite being here in the library for two hours, he still hasn't improved at all!

You stood up and glanced around, trying to see more books to use for studying. One preferably understandable for ding dongs like him.

Maybe a children's picture book of CPE 102 was needed for this guy.

You were harsh yet also patient with Damon, something he really likes. If he had a tail right now, it would wag rapidly to the point he'll break a bone in it.

All his thoughts is filled with you and you. The back of his notebook is scribbled with your name and his encased in a heart, crude drawings of you and him holding hands, or a silly children's game where he does a compatibility test using both of your names.

Neverminded that the test always ends up at "enemies" or "strangers", no no no... He won't accept it.

So these tests had large scribble marks all over him as words filled with rage about how the tests are lies are inked there.

And while Damon swung his feet while scribbling your and his future children's (yes, plural) names, he suddenly wondered where you are.

He got off his seat and walked around until he found you.

"Y/n--!"

He stopped dead in his tracks.

He felt shivers run down his spine.

There you where, smiling and bantering with an another man. Amicably talking to each other like you were the best of pals.

Damon recognized him from your class records (don't question why he knew your class records, he swears he's just doing research). Jupiter was his name, oddly enough. He's also a candidate magna cum laude and your study buddy. He's naturally gifted in academics and so does in his looks.

So when Damon saw how your eyes sparkled while talking to that guy...

He felt his façade crack.

Jupiter ran quickly across the lit yet empty rugby field in his University. Everyone was out for the school day since it was already 10pm.

How did Jupiter end up running away frantically with his clothes sticking on his body due to sweat?

It would be because of a masked man chasing him, power walking towards him with a metal baseball bat in hand. Jupiter can't see his face, but knew he's absolutely huge.

Jupiter ran as quickly as he can, but his body can't keep up. His legs weakened and his knee started to hurt as he heaved quickly. His vision swimming as he tried to run across and away from the man.

He's academic for god's sake! Physical activities are his mortal enemy!

As he cursed his hatred away, Jupiter tripped on a rock and rolled forward. His knee also finally gave up and is now hurting a lot.

Jupiter tried to scream for help, but all he could do is bite his lip as he held his poor knee.

Not until the man got close and clubbed him on that knee, making Jupiter scream in agony.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

That night, Jupiter's scream echoed throughout the empty rugby field and the sound of a hard object hitting a body. Then,

SQUELCH!

CRACK!

Then silence.

The masked man looked at the bloodied mess and chuckled. His small giggle turning into a full blown laughter as he tried to suppress it.

Damon grabbed a sharpie from his back pocket and scribbled on Jupiter's mangled body. His back, which is still somehow smooth, now contained your nickname and Damon's.

He's doing the compatibility test again.

"Soulmates! Oh my god!" Damon screamed in happiness. "Finally! Oh this is great! I shouldn't have doubted the test!"

Damon danced around Jupiter's body like he's not dead. Then, he kicked Jupiter's body. And kicked it. And kicked it. And kicked it more.

"Tch. You think you can smile at my soulmate like that? Think again buckaroo." Damon whispered, dropping his himbo jock persona.

This man had a sharp, intelligent look in his eyes. One that does not hold innocent curiosity, only a morbid bloodthirst.

This was the real Damon.

"Fuck. This dumb himbo persona is fucking me up. All I could do is put all my frustrations on sports." Damon spat out and kicked Jupiter's body towards his expensive truck. "I'm sick and tired of being labeled like that."

Then, he remembered your face. How he caught you staring at him with fondness as he acted dumb and cute.

He shivered.

"Maybe I'll continue to do this persona. Fuck. If only my parents would leave me be after that incident, then I won't have to do this."

Once Damon placed Jupiter's body on his truck, he started to clean the field with ease.

This wasn't his first kill after all.

He's always been twisted since he's a kid. But was forced to hide it due to his parents finding out he killed his cat with his own two hands with a smile on his face.

A trip to rehab, and he adopted this persona.

He slammed his truck close and drove away, humming and thanking that the University security cameras are broken.

He would kill more if necessary.

He's not afraid to dirty his hands. If ever, he loved it.

He looked at a picture of you and him in his dashboard. The picture was you smiling widely to the camera with a blushing Damon on the side, a test paper raised. It had full marks.

He kissed his finger and placed that finger on your lips.

"My soulmate~"

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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How about a romantic yanderes with Melissa,Yuri and Nine sharing a maid (unwilling) reader?? Like,maybe reader is a maid at Podebrat Duchy and maybe make a bit conflict???? Thank you if you write this for me love you <3333 If you can't do this, that's fine, I am fully understand :)

(I actually made those three in a relationship, with Yuri and Nine also loving each-other because I ship it!...Don't question me!!!!!)

Melissa, Yuri, Nine X Maid! Reader

✤ Having to take care of murders which are caused by you unintentionally is extremely hard for a maid like you. But what can you do? Especially when you are…

Well ever since your childhood, you had been from a middle class family which was in debts half the time. So you were extremely lucky yet scared when Melissa Podebrat herself asked you to work for her.

You had heard rumors about her being one for the most merciless villainess. But she was actually way kinder and sweeter than any of those rumors indicate her to be. Though she was very clingy, you passed it off as her behavior due not having friends and being treated badly. Later on she introduced you to her two dear friends who were just like her and who had a bad, Yuri, the commoner who was taken in the Elizabeth family, and Nine, the werewolf who was thrown out of his clan along with getting his tongue and fangs ripped out of his mouth.

Like Melissa they both were also extremely clingy but good friends. Later on in your friendship you found out that Nine and Yuri were actually in a relationship, but they both ended up falling for Melissa and also took her in their relationship, quite a sweet tea you got that day, but they became more closer to you. Well currently you were walking through the dark hallways of the Podebrat manor, You got informed by one of the maids that the three got into a fight and instead of calling you to dress them for the evening ball they called that maid.

As you continued thinking about this, you walked towards one of the windows and opened it to see the night view, as you felt the breeze on your face you looked down to see the most horrific scene you have ever laid your eyes upon; the maid who informed you about their fight was being murdered in the most inhumane manor by people who you never expected, Melissa and Yuri.

As you saw the two ladies killing and torturing the maid in the most horrible manor, you let out an audible gasp; upon hearing the voice both the women looked up at the open window.Trying to hide yourself behind the frame, you began running, but as you turned around a corner, you felt your vision fading into black, you were unable to escape those three monsters you called “friends”.

This incident was three years ago, you actually woke up in a beautiful room with Nine hugging your waist tightly. Those three just turned out to be insane, not only did they love each-other they also loved you. You were currently cleaning up, while you saw Yuri sitting on Nine’s lap making out on a chair beside you. This was a regular occurrence in this huge manor for you while you cleaning up a mess created by these three.

Having to take care of murders which are caused by you unintentionally is extremely hard for a maid like you. But what can you do? Especially when you’re married to those three monsters who create the mess……

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occasionalsnippets · 4 days

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Do you have any new fic recs?

Uhh no notes for this time because i'm busy but fic rec part 2 :)

again mix of stuff, gen, romance, x reader, etc etc. some of the crossovers are in random sections b/c i can't be bothered to have a whole separate thing for each crossover

check back in like 2 years maybe for another list

Mashle

Mashig! [Quotev]

Easton’s Prefect Trio and a Round of Old Maid [AO3]

KNY

Determination [Quotev]

Candid [Quotev]

beware the dust devil. [AO3]

The life and times of Kibutsuji Muzan, Bored Immortal Guy [AO3]

the awakening of the demon king [AO3]

BNHA

An Unexpected Training Trip [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

The Future's Keeper [Quotev]

Record of Ragnorak

Ganymede [Quotev]

Obey Me

The Idiot [Quotev]

One Piece

World-Seeing Eyes [Quotev]

Black Butler

my soul, you know it aches for you [Quotev]

Hush, little baby, don't say a word [AO3]

The Art of Mortal Quests [AO3] [Percy Jackson Crossover]

what goes around [AO3]

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map [AO3]

DP x DC

Unable to Forward [AO3]

The Peacock Chronicles [AO3]

Putting the Joy in Joyride [AO3]

Dead Man Walking [AO3]

If You Give a Bat a Burger [AO3]

Danny the Intern [AO3]

Wait, I'm a what? [AO3

Ghost in the Morgue [AO3]

Bus to Nowhere [AO3]

DC x Marvel

Untangling the Web [AO3]

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore [AO3]

Spider and Bat Friends [AO3]

Dark Matter [AO3]

Undertale

Ghost Hunting With Skeletons [AO3]

Help, I've Fallen Into a Surveillance State and I Can't Get Up! [AO3]

Turn The Page [AO3]

with you here between [AO3]

bon courage [AO3]

JJBA

passione speedrun any percent (world record) [AO3]

Naruto

Healthy Coping Mechanisms [AO3]

Last Resort [AO3] [DC crossover]

complete disarray [AO3]

Morpheme [AO3]

JJK

limited vision [AO3]

obito and jjk is occupying my brain and in this essay i will [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

TWST

Team Building Exercises [AO3]

You Will Understand Now That Yours Is Unique in All the World [AO3]

Isekai as the Side Character Destined for Intoxication [AO3]

the seven habits of highly unfortunate souls: a transmigrator’s guide to the coral sea [AO3]

Debut or Die

I must debut (or die) [AO3]

RESET [AO3]

Vacation [AO3]

Date or Die! [AO3]

Shokugeki no Soma

and only the bitterness remains. [AO3]

SVSSS

The Cultivating Force [AO3] [Star Wars crossover]

Misinformation [AO3]

Master of Dual Cultivation [AO3]

Scum Villain's White Lotus Halo [AO3]

how to avoid love for dummies [AO3]

ORV

bet i made you look [AO3]

The Reborn Villainess Can't Possibly Be This Cute! [AO3]

One Kim Dokja to Rule them All [AO3]

you got me starstruck [AO3]

“You are loved,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. “This is a threat,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. [AO3]

TCF

black dragons and white crowns [AO3]

THE GOD'S SYSTEM [AO3]

What Lies ahead [AO3]

Amaranthine [AO3]

Treasure of the (Vampire) Duke's Family?! [AO3]

The Distress of the Middleman [AO3]

everybody talks [AO3]

0% Love [AO3]

Genshin Impact

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 [AO3]

Bleach

living, not breathing [AO3]

The Fourth Seat [AO3]

Indelible Stains [AO3]

半个花瓣 || Petal Fragment [AO3]

Nothing but the Truth [AO3]

Chilled Peaches [AO3]

Not exactly pushing daisies [AO3]

Bait and Switch [AO3]

The Unfought [AO3]

Sight [AO3]

Swinging Pendulum [AO3]

KnB

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent [AO3]

Tokyo Revengers

all for one [AO3]

if trouble must come (let it come) [AO3]

Marbled Elbows [AO3]

Original

Chain Me Up, Darling [Quotev]

Anomalous [Quotev]

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unnoticed-poison · 1 year

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Dark! Manhwa Various X Reader

~Chapter 2~

'Fuck' you thought as you turned around to face the system, who looks rather annoyed since you tossed it aside like it was trash.

"What do you want, I already told you I don't want to be part of your goddamn 'mission'." You grumbled as you sat on the sofa and leaned against the backrest, waiting for the inevitable torture to commence.

The system looked quite amused as its mouth curved upwards in an almost cruel grin. "Ah, I understand your frustration host, my apologies, but I'm afraid it's already too late for that. You see, we're already bounded."

"Bound?" you repeated confusedly, having absolutely no idea what this stupid robot was talking about. "How did you even-"

"Oh don't worry it's all under control!"

You rolled your eyes. "Right." You muttered to yourself as you stood up. "Look, I'm tired of this game, so if you can just go away and stop wasting my time that will be great." you grumbled as you stretched. "There must be a way to sever this bound, right? So hurry up and tell me so I can just go back to writing my story." you finished, looking at the screen with a bored expression.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your future companion ~" Xian said in a teasing manner while leaning closer towards you. "but to answer your question, yes there's indeed a way to sever the bond between us!"

"Then please do so." you said impatiently as you crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't have all day here, I need to post the next update tonight." you added, the last sentence was accompanied by a sigh.

"Well, there are currently two possible ways." Xian began. "First option, you go with me to at least five worlds and make sure the stories go smoothly, then you can return home."

You rolled your eyes again, getting tired of listening to the same boring monologue again and again. "No thanks, I'm not doing any of that." you simply stated. "I'm happy where I am and I'm not leaving my home. what's the second option?"

Xian seemed hesitant to reply for a moment, as though trying to think of the best way to say it before leaning forward as if revealing a very important secret to you. "The second option is rather simple actually....you die." it finished, its voice laced with malice, it stepped back as it awaited your reaction.

You didn't know what to feel or what to say in shock.

"WHAT?!"

"I know this may be-"

"You're kidding. right? there's no fucking way!" you shouted in disbelief, although the sinking feeling in your stomach showed otherwise.

"I'm afraid not my dear host, and believe me when I say it's very painful...but unfortunately that's the way of our work."

"Now, I won't force you to do anything you don't want, the choice is yours."

"Go with me or die," it said softly as it waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your forehead, trying to calm yourself down so you can think rationally.

A few minutes passed by and the system was still waiting patiently for your decision.

"So what will it be host?"

It took you a moment before you found your voice to speak. "Fine, I agree. Just give me the details." you finally said, defeated.

What other choice did you have?

The system smiled happily. "Excellent choice! now come along please, we have a lot to unpack!"

You sighed as you stared at your chair, wanting to grab it and smash it on that damn robot.

The system seemed to notice this, as it looked back at you apologetically and tried to cheer you up, it didn't want to act that way but you left it no choice. "No need to be so grumpy host, this is a great opportunity! I get a promotion and become a higher ranking system and you meet your favourite fictional characters and get back home safely after finishing the missions, it's a win-win!"

Well, it is true, but you'll rather jump out the window than admit it out loud.

"So what now?"

"Right, right!" the system said as a bigger screen suddenly popped up on the wall next to you, displaying more than thirty manhwas and novels. "Those are all the available worlds that have a 95% chance of having the virus, to make things easier for you I've put the ones that you've read throughout the past few months in your list of top choices which are all in the first three pages, the rest are in the other pages." it pointed at the middle of the first page." may I recommend this one host."it said as it moved down and selected the novel, a small flash of green light appeared for a second before it disappeared, leaving you staring at a book with a beautiful, detailed cover, which was floating midair in front of you.

You pushed the system out of the way as you stared at the world it chose and read the title.

"Heaven Official's blessing huh.."

You muttered as you grabbed the book before opening it and starting to skim through the pages.

"Yup, I'm sure you've read this one before!"

"Well, I heard about it from a friend of mine so I gave it a go, but when that mc kept insulting that poor girl even in her death I couldn't force myself to keep reading it because it pissed me off." you shrugged as you closed the book. "But I do know what happens in that novel since my friend wouldn't shut up about it," you said as you rolled your eyes at the memory. That girl was obsessed with this story for MONTHS.

"Great! So you'll have no problem going there! we have to-"

"Hold on, I have a question." you interrupted with a raised eyebrow. "Can I at least go to a small non-important world first? You know, like a tutorial to get some experience before doing the real thing?"

"We do have those for first-time hoppers but we don't have time for that, the higher-ups want us to start as soon as possible so we have to skip it unfortunately. But that's okay though, I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

"Fine, whatever," you glanced back at the book in your hands and scowled. "I'll just say it here and now that if this man gives one, just ONE insult about my appearance I'll make the virus's job easier by killing him and the rest of the goddamn characters."

"Why? Do you dislike the main character that much?"

"Why? Don't you have that world information, he may look innocent but he roasts the shit out of anyone who isn't attractive in his eyes, look at what he said about that poor girl, and she's pretty as fuck. Imagine what he'll say about me." you said as you throw the book across the room. "I'll be damned if I let a fictional character insult me like that!"

"And besides, Why the fuck would you think a cultivation world is the best choice for my first mission? do you want me to fail or what? I thought you were supposed to guide me, not hinder me."

The system shrugged. "Fine then, I'll just choose another one." it said as it moved to pick something else.

Oh hell no "Stop right there! I'm gonna pick this time, I'm the one who's gonna suffer, not you. So I get the right to choose."

Xian sighed and stepped back. "Do as you wish." it said as you walked past it and looked at your options, skimming through the pages until one caught your eyes.

"I choose....."

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Hi guys!

This chapter was originally planned to be posted last week but I had to wait for an invitation to post this story on AO3 so I had to postpone it to today.

Hope you liked it guys!! <3

Anywho, exams are starting this week (right after my birthday ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ). So until I finish them, if you guys have any manhwa or novel you want as the first mission, feel free to leave me comments and suggestions.

Just to clearfy I haven't read nor watched heaven officials blessing, I know that Xie lian insulted Xiao ying in his head but I did hear that he insulted yin yu in his face sooo.

Thank god for TikTok.

Like how is she ugly I don't see it (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Oh yeah I might post next chapters just on AO3 and Wattpad in the future so I posted the links on my tumblr, just letting you know.

I hope you all have a fantastic day, until next time! 💜 (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

@yandere-city @cassanderasblog

#fic #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #fanfiction #manhwa #yanderefic #yandere x reader #trash of the count's family #beware of the villainess #blablabla #dark fic

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rie-092 · 2 years

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HELLO! As you can see, I was reorganizing my account. So, I plan to add some new manhwas to my writing list. You can suggest your favorite manhwa (so I can add them to my writing list) if you want to :D , because the more, the merrier!

THE (NEW) LIST OF THE MANHWAS THAT I'LL WRITE FOR :

Who made me a princess

Villains are destined to die

Father, I don't want to get married!

Trash of the count's family

The way to protect the female lead's older brother

Solitary lady

Inso's law

The villainess is a marionette

Beware of the Villainess!

Author of my own destiny

Into the light, once again

I am the real one

When the villainess loves

How to get my husband on my side

I have become the heroes' rival

The king and his knight

I became the younger sister of the regretful male lead

Not-Sew-Wicked Step Mom

Revolutionary Princess Eve

I turned my childhood friend into a tyrant

A royal princess with black hair

Caught by the Villain

The reason why Raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

Side characters deserves love too

The demonic contract

The lady I served became a master

I tamed the tyrant and ran away

The side characters in the world are obsessed with me

I became the male lead's adopted daughter

Touch my little brother and you're dead

How to be a dark hero's daughter

Charlotte and her 5 disciples

Kill the villainess!

The symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther

The second male lead is actually a girl

The beloved little princess

Lady baby

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twoksoo · 10 months

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Secret Ending || 01

→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

→ Genre: videogame!au, fluff, smut (in the future tho), slow burn, historical if you squint your eyes.

→ Rating and warnings: +18, brief depictions of vomit, drinking alcohol, death but not really, everyone is kinda cringe, reader is self-aware and likes to swear a lot

→ Word count: 10,581

→ Summary: After a shady accident in the back of an alley, you wake up reincarnated as the villainess of a mediocre romance video game you've been hooked up with. As you try to avoid triggering the flags that lead to impending death with the power of knowledge, you'll notice that maybe not all paths have been cleared yet.

→ Author’s note: first part of three (hopefully) Totally based on that manwha called “beware the villainess”, it’s so good you should read it. english is not my first language so you should expect mistakes here and there 👁️ also, I've already posted this on ao3

It was in an alley, at the youthful age of twenty-five, that you died.

You thought your life wasn't remarkable at all. And let's not get this the wrong way. Your life wasn't bad per se. You didn't have any sorrowful regret or a groundbreaking backstory that made you somehow special or unique. But you have a loving family, loving friends. A cute, little dog named Diego and an okay apartment in the suburbs of the city. Even a good desk job! After years of sweat and tears in college, all the pain paid off when you managed to get a position at your dream job. Which was your main goal in life. That's it, you accomplished the thing you wanted the most, your family was thriving in your success… and then you didn't know what else to do with yourself after that.

So yeah, pretty boring.

The routine and being an adult, in general, was lackluster to you. Sometimes you even hated your coworkers a little bit. It's not like they were bad, but on certain days, their teasing was too much. You know how older people love to make fun of the younger generations and their not-so-mature hobbies? Like when Tina from human resources noticed you playing a shitty mobile game in the break room and decided to tell everyone in the damn office that you were an “otaku” and that “my thirteen-year-old son plays the same things as her”. Gritting your teeth and fake smiling at the new nicknames those bastards threw at you at every chance was becoming more and more of a burden each day.

You could talk about it for days, always choosing to complain to your best friend on the phone or to the guys in the chatroom of whatever videogame you were playing that afternoon. Just because your hobbies didn't relate to them, they felt entitled to make fun of you, laughing and giggling as if you weren't there.

But it wasn't bullying. You weren't an otaku. You just loved video games, and that was different.

Back in the days, in the old high school days, liking video games and anime and all that stuff was frowned upon. Surely, you went through a lot of trauma because kids would be not so nice to you. So that remained. Just the trauma. You knew your coworkers weren't being bad, just—old habits die hard. You wouldn't let those comments get to you, because liking those kinds of things was not a bad thing. Now it was even cool! A part of “pop culture”, and everyone liked the popular culture. It was called popular for a reason, right?

Well, not if you were a functional adult, obviously.

Even your parents had some opinions about it. You lived two hours away from them, away from your hometown, so you couldn't see them very often, but still tried to call your mother a couple of times a week, and then out of nowhere she would start bugging you about spending all of your money on “Nintendos”, like if that was a thing. Even if you wanted to do it and spend everything you had on cartridges, you had sold out your old console to eat instant noodles for a couple of weeks during the pandemic, and the only thing you used to play with was your work computer. So you didn't need to buy cartridges anymore when you could just download anything for free on the internet, but your mom didn't understand this, and you didn't have the patience to explain it to her. So she keeps teasing.

Being in a new city without friends, you were a little salty that you didn't have the best relationship with the people who worked around you. Even if they were boomers, you felt lonely. Because meeting new people when you were an introvert was a pain in the ass, but you also wanted to fit in, so in the last few weeks, you pretended to be a full-fledged member of society by older people's standards, even if the only thing you wanted to do was to lose yourself in a fictional, pixel world, like Minecraft. But then, being an adult happened, and you didn't have time to play because you felt so tired after work, and now you had to engage in social things and—

And so, when the cute accountant from your office told you that they—he and the other irrelevant people of the office— were going out for drinks after work, you immediately said yes.

Finally, you were going to be a part of the boomer gang! Yay!

Sadly for you, you couldn't handle alcohol very well. After the fourth beer, the room started to spin and then you wanted to puke, but you didn't want to do it in front of everyone, and that was becoming a certain possibility after the shots of tequila keep going down your throat. So instead of going to the bathroom like a normal person would do, you decided to just go home instead, be responsible, and maybe throw up in some dark and totally not questionable alley at the back of the bar.

That was what led you to your early death.

You don’t remember much. You don’t even know what happened. At least you don’t remember pain— which was a good thing. There was only a brief period of darkness and then self-awareness of being fucking dead, followed by a throbbing that started at the back of your skull.

You awoke to so much light, groaning without opening your eyelids and sinking your head into the comfort of the thin mattress beneath you. There’s a weird taste in the back of your throat and you don’t dare to move until your vision stops spinning. Blinking, you push yourself upright, grimacing at the sudden nausea that washes over you.

You don’t believe in an afterlife, but you don’t question yourself when you notice that you are in a very beautiful room. Exposed wooden beams and large paper windows that open to a narrow veranda and a set of stairs that lead to a massive pond in the middle of a garden, you wonder if this is what heaven should look like.

After all, you should be dead.

How cliché is that? You die stupidly and the next thing you know, you are waking up in a strange but lavish place full of incense and some paper lanterns, wearing robes that feel way too expensive for someone like you, as if you were the protagonist of a mediocre webtoon. Yeah, they were all the same. You knew that because you loved to read them over and over, rooting for the main yet weak character that came with a whole harem of gorgeous people behind them. You even went as far as playing games based on that premise.

You shuddered, cringing at the thought. Now that you were dead—or maybe just in a coma, because you don't think what you're experiencing right now is real—, you felt kind of ashamed. Yeah. It was time to stop once you recovered from whatever this was.

Trying to put two and two together, the main song of “Dumb Ways To Die” keeps replaying over and over in your head. You are pretty sure you are not dead because the floor beneath your bare feet feels way too cold and if you died, you know you would be burning in the depths of hell, and not in some fancy but old-looking room.

As you are pondering your whereabouts, the door suddenly slid open, interrupting your thoughts, and a young girl wearing long robes comes into the room, carrying a tray full of things. You halt in your steps and she does the same, eyes widening in a state of astonishment. In a clumsy movement, she sinks to her knees and bows, letting the tray and all its contents roll to the floor. She squeaks as you hurriedly approach her to help her gather the things, keeping her gaze on the floor.

“My lady, please forgive me” she pleads in a breathy voice, bowing even further, her forehead touching the wood underneath her. “I thought you were still bedridden…”

You stare perplexed for a long second at her tiny form crouching in front of you and you take a step back, your hand reaching to scratch at the back of your neck in a nervous tick. The end of your robe is getting wet with whatever was spilled on the flooring and you groan, frightening the girl once more.

“Please have mercy on me!” she yelps.

Wow, how exaggerated.

“Hey, uh… It’s fine.” You croak, your voice is hoarse. Clearing your throat, you crouch down to her level, placing one hand on top of hers. You try to overlook the way she cowers from your touch, but at the same time, you can not ignore how puzzled you are by her behavior, as if she were afraid of you. “It was an accident. Don’t worry about it.” You assert with your gentlest voice and the cute girl takes a short intake of breath. She gazes up, blinking slowly at the expression on your face. You are pretty sure there's a grimace on it, and when you lock eyes with each other, you notice the tears in her eyes, moisture spilling down her gaunt cheeks. She hesitates and you stutter. “Just... Just get up.”

The girl nods slowly, not breaking eye contact. She wipes her eyes with the back of her robe and in utter silence starts picking up the teacup and a single chipped cup that broke when it toppled down to the floor. She hisses quietly when her fingers start bleeding from the broken glass but work quickly before you could intervene. Throwing reserved glances at you from time to time, she finishes putting everything on top of the forgotten tray and takes a step back when you clear your throat for the second time.

“What's your name?” you ask, turning your back to her and focusing hard on the paper windows.

“Yun Cheorin, of the Yun Clan, my lady”

You turn around. She is pretty, with pale skin and bright eyes, long black hair in a traditional updo you've seen in some historical dramas. Wearing robes similar you yours, you keep wondering what the hell is going on. She keeps babbling about something in a shy voice, but you can't pretend to follow whatever she is talking about, because you're being weirded out by her mannerisms and thick accent. And the whole setting around you.

“Okay? Uh, so… Cheorin! I don't want to be rude, but, uh… could you please tell me where we at?”

Her mouth snaps shut. The look she throws at you is the same one your best friend gave to you when she noticed you liked to eat tacos with a chocolate milkshake, a mix between uneasiness and being concerned for your stomach. You are probably reflecting the same look on your face, both of you being so confused by the current exchange.

Cheorin keeps quiet for a second, before answering deliberately. “I'm afraid I don't understand your question, my lady.”

Now you were getting annoyed. And scared.

“Where am I?” you stare hard at her shaking hands, then at her face. She pales at your visible rage and you try to calm down. “Don't get me wrong, this place is beautiful, but… Look, last time I was puking my guts out in a dirty alley. This—” you gesture at the room frantically—, “is not a dirty alley. So, what is this building? Where are we?”

“…You are at the inner court of the Royal Palace”

You blink twice. “…the what?”

“The royal palace of the southern capital. Home of your Highness, King Kim and his family,” she hurriedly turns around to open a window at the other side of the room, showing a grandiose structure made of stone and golden roofs far away, gleaming brilliantly against the sky. “That’s the royal palace and this is your chamber, my lady. You took a hit on the back of your head, maybe that's why—”

You ran off the room before she could finish her sentence. Tripping at the bottom of the stairs, you hear Cheorin’s distressed yell behind you, people in the garden being startled by the commotion. You ignore their whispers and the sting from rocks digging painfully into the palm of your hands. You keep running, yanking, and tossing at the fabric until you feel you can breathe again. Coming to a halt before the shallow pond in the middle of the garden, your knees bend from the shock, ogling at your reflection.

That’s not you. The face reflected on the ripples of water is definitely not your face, neither the sharp eyes nor the high cheekbones, framed by a fresh river of panicked tears.

The girl in the reflection is beautiful, so beautiful it hurts. But it’s not you.

A pair of hands grab your shoulders from behind, trying to shake you out of your stupor. Someone is calling a name, and you think they're referring to you. The words are a mumbled mess in your head, and the world turns dark for a second time that evening.

—

After three days and two nights of bawling your eyes out, throwing up, and screaming every fifteen minutes, you've come to the realization that you're not dreaming. It's a living nightmare.

Not a single soul has dared to disturb you, until the third day, when Kim Taehyung came to your chambers to pay you a visit. Cheorin announced his impromptu stay over the course of the morning, this time sounding much more self-confident that the first time you met her. And even though you didn’t know who he was at the time—well, you didn’t know anyone—, his name was familiar to you, making you feel anxious about his arrival and its motives behind it. Yet, you didn’t want to ask anyone who he was to you, you were getting tired of the pity they couldn’t hide etched on their faces when you asked something that you supposedly already know.

You came to the conclusion Taehyung was somehow a very important person. The servants looked frantic cleaning, hurriedly walking from here to there, trying to make everything look perfect on such short notice. You wanted to help, feeling bad for not doing anything but drowning in your sorrows the entire day, but they were still afraid of you, you could hear their whispers from behind the walls, so you just stayed away from them and everyone in general.

Someone came to fetch you in the middle of the chaos. Two young girls who you’ve never seen before. They took you to an adjacent bath where they took off your clothes and rubbed you raw until your skin was red and shiny, then they proceeded to dress you with the finest fabrics you've ever felt on your skin. You were all dolled up, feeling so out of place in the middle of an ornamented room, looking at Cheorin and the handsome stranger behind her, flanked by two tall men wearing dark clothes.

“My Lady. Kim Taehyung is here to see you.” Cheorin bows, but not before throwing a reserved glance at the man in front of you. You couldn't judge her. He was really, really handsome.

You nod to her, eager to talk to someone who knows you and doesn't seem afraid of your new bitch face. He smiles softly at her, eyes crinkling at the corners and Cheorin flushes red. She bows one more time before slipping off the room quickly, leaving the door open, and for a second you are not sure if you should follow her to get away from this stranger, who keeps smiling until she disappears from out of sight. Then, he turns to face you, the smile disappearing abruptly from his tanned face.

“Please leave us. And close the door”

His deep voice gave you whiplash. His stone-cold eyes are solely focused on your shocked expression, yet, the instruction is not for you. The two taller men follow his commands without hesitation, retiring silently from the room and closing the door behind them. Taehyung waits a for few seconds before speaking once again, this time much more gravelly.

“It's so much worse than the rumors say.” He sighs, rubbing the palms of his hands across his face. Taehyung looks exasperated with you already, but you haven't said anything yet. “They told me you tripped on the king's chamber and knocked your head against a table. How stupid could you be?”

Your mind went blank and you gaped like a fish before answering, “I'm sorry, I'm not following.”

“Do you know how ashamed I felt when I heard about your little show from the other day? Is this a joke to you? You're tarnishing our family reputation.” Taehyung sauntered slowly over to you, gaze glued on your agitated state. His calm demeanor not doing anything to help you calm down yourself. “You think because of a concussion I'm going to believe you are now like this? Like a meek, little mouse? It doesn't suit you, at all. So drop the act and get yourself together” he whispers and you remain silent.

You had a vague idea of what he was talking about. You heard some rumors from inside the paper walls of your room, the servants in the corridors not doing a good job of being subtle. They whispered about an accident, something that happened to you while you were... Attending some matters in the king’s chamber. It was really embarrassing. Some said you tripped and hit your head. Others said the king slapped you so hard you fainted for two days. You’ve heard other interesting theories being whispered among the girls who catered to you, but you weren’t angry about the gossip, after all, you know how bored people can become when they don’t have internet.

Taehyung keeps staring at you. A soft touch from his finger on your cheek was enough to anchor you back to reality. “Kim Taehee, at least you remember your name, right?” the warmth from his touch was distracting, but not enough to stop the nervousness running through your veins. “The servants did say you hit your head pretty hard. They also said someone saw you with Jeon Jungkook. What were you thinking? Running around with that lowly guard when you are the favorite concubine of the king.” His hand keeps wandering, softly touching your mouth, then the tip of your nose. It was unnerving, his whispered words hard, yet his touch so gentle. “You are not going to throw away all the hard work our parents put into raising you, little one. What would you have done if Seokjin knew about your escapades? He would behead the entire family!”

You stammered, grabbing his hand and pushing it away, disturbed by how openly he was touching you. You said the first thing that came to your mouth. “You are pretty rude.”

Kim Taehyung scoffs, “don't talk to me like that. I am your eldest brother” he replies, not moving an inch.

Brother? But you didn't have any brother…

You take a step back, looking straight into his eyes and replying with the strongest voice you can muster, “but I can't even remember you. I don't think I like you…”

“I don't do it either. No one does, actually.” Taehyung grabs you by the face, his strong fingers sinking painfully into your cheeks. He leans forward until both of your foreheads are touching and his warm breath grazes your skin. “If you weren't so pretty not even the king would like you” he hisses and the corners of his mouth quirk up. Pushing you aside, he plasters the fakest smile you've ever seen, and you rub the red mark of his fingers on your face. “I'm doing you a favor telling you this, sister. Stay away from Jeon Jungkook. Don't ruin our plans because you want to fool around with some scumbag.”

Patting the imaginary dust from his clothes, he slid the door open, a ray of sunshine illuminating his head like a halo. Like an angel, how ironic.

“Remember I have eyes everywhere”

—

You couldn’t sleep that night.

Tossing and turning in the mattress, you keep thinking about Taehyung’s words—Taehyung’s threat. Something he said was nagging at the back of your mind, something familiar. The names he spit around, your name in this new universe you lived in were oddly natural to your ears. Kim Taehee. Kim Taehyung. Kim Seokjin—the more you tried to think about it, the stronger your migraine gets. Repeating those names over and over in your brain was exhausting, it sounds like a fan chant for a K-pop group. A K-pop group you were part of.

You were the royal concubine of your Highness, King Seokjin. Seemingly, you were also his favorite consort woman. So you were pretty much a part of his harem. And the first in line to the throne.

But there was something else you were trying hard to understand.

Yun Cheorin… Jeon Jungkook…

“Holy fuck”

A lightbulb went on inside your brain. Leaping out of the mattress, you start to undress, pulling away the thick fabric from your long legs. Heart beating erratically in your chest, your eyes found a heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of your thighs, a cute little mole that was somehow the only blemish in the soft expanse of skin.

“No. This can't be real”. You gasp and as if your hands were burned, you let the garb drop in its place. Letting your mind wander is harder than you thought when there are so many bits of information coming to you at the same time, an unnerved feeling dropping over you.

A couple of months ago, maybe at the lowest point of your entire life, the lack of social interactions made you delirious, almost losing your sanity in the process. None of the dating apps worked for you, and you felt so lonely, you were desperate. So you did what you knew best.

Videogames.

One day, a random video on YouTube recommended you a new type of game, some kind of interactive visual novel. Otome games. You just had to click on some text and your decisions lead you to a different path every single time. When you realized what was going on, you’d already played like ten different ones. There was something about all the beautiful people pining for the noble, yet stupid and overpowered protagonist in every single route. Sure, It wasn’t the best thing you’ve played, but if you tried hard enough, you could pretend it was you living those fantastic stories and not a depressed human just clicking random words on a computer at three in the morning.

There was one that caught you the most. “Secret Ending: All Paths Lead To Glory!” was only two dollars on the steam shop when you first saw it. It took three weeks on your shopping cart before you were bored enough to actually buy it. The name was stupid, the main protagonist was stupid and you felt stupid, but you couldn’t stop playing. Eight hours and a familiar-sized bag of Cheetos later and you already cleared all the paths. The main plot of the story was about a meek girl from the countryside whose parents had used their meager influence to get her a job in the king’s palace and ended up being the new queen of the country. Spoilers! Not all of the endings were bad. As its title says, all paths did lead to glory, so if the main protagonist didn’t get the love of the king, she would end up with another hunk of a guy. Maybe the heartless general of the imperial army, or a shy knight from another kingdom. You could even date the damn gardener, for fuck sake. And the only thing they all have in common is that they’re super hot and were madly in love with the protagonist.

Also, in all of the paths, the villainess dies.

It was so predictable, in every darn story you’ve ever read, in every shitty romance book you obsessed with, the bitchy villainess or main antagonist of whatever was in the middle of the protagonist's epic adventure had to suffer a horrible ending. Take for account Loki. He deserved so much more and you got so angry with what they’ve done to him at the beginning of one of the final parts of The Avengers, that you canceled your subscription to Disney plus. Couldn’t they see he was suffering? Thor was an awful brother, you resented him and the rest of the heroes for a solid two days before forgetting and moving on with your life.

In “Secret Ending: All Paths Lead To Glory!”™ this was not the exception. The main antagonist was either beheaded by the king in a public execution or impaled by the sword of a guard. Or killed by falling off a cliff. Or exiled from the country. None of the mentioned before were a decent way to get rid of the bad guy of the story. They were kinda cliché. But you didn’t pay any attention to undeveloped and boring characters. And that was exactly what the villainess of that main otome game was. Pretty, but bad to the core. And boring. So boring.

She also had a tiny mole on one of her legs. A heart-shaped birthmark, which, to you, was such an irrelevant fact to know. But you've seen some x-rated unofficial drawings on some blog and it stuck to your brain ever since.

Her name was Kim Taehee. The youngest daughter of a wealthy family from the capital, who robbed the heart of the king and became his favorite concubine, the first candidate to become queen of the country and who also was annoying and bitchy towards the heroine, the cute Yun Cheorin, from the Yun Clan. In the main path, she tries to kill the king in a jealousy attack—failing miserably, because bad guys never get away unscathed—, and gets killed by one of his most loyal guards when trying to flee from the city.

Your knees are too weak to carry you to the mirror in the corner of the room, so you crawl until you are in front of it, taking a look at your stupefied face. The light coming from the paper lantern in the corner was enough for you to see the resemblance, it's barely there, but it's there. And then everything clicks.

Maybe you are in hell.

You don't scream. You don't cry. You've done that a lot in the past few days, and honestly? You've become so tired.

That doesn't mean you can accept this new alternative reality you suddenly lived in. It was shocking, but hey! It could be worse, right?

You drop on the thin mattress once again, wishing you could discover the secrets of the universe by boring holes with your eyes on the ceiling. But life doesn't work like that, and you were going to do something about it very soon.

Because if this… crazy, absurd theory of yours is real, and you are indeed inside of a fictional otome videogame, that means you were the villainess of the story.

And you were going to die again.

—

After two weeks, you still had a difficult time trying not to get lost in the palace; the craving for exploring and discovering new places was more powerful than the fear of imminent death. The palace was like a miniature city in itself, a labyrinth made of wood, stone, and paper walls. Dark-roofed buildings that looked all the same, pristine gardens raked with white sand, and growing bamboo that was far too flawless to be real. Nobles, draped in opulent hanboks embroidered with threads of gold and silver, moved with graceful precision, their every action a careful dance of social etiquette. Stoic guards doing surveillance or walking the halls, and servants scurrying from one place to another, none of them paying attention to their surroundings, always hurrying to reach their destinations. Their eyes rarely met yours, their gazes darting away like startled deer at the sight of a predator. You were an enigma, an outsider, and the weight of their wariness pressed upon you.

Everything seemed perfectly unrealistic, like a utopian maze, a fortress designed to baffle the adversaries and threats from the king and his relatives. Narrow halls that led to nowhere, pebble-covered walls blocking the paths, the scrutiny of someone's gaze on the back of your head, frenzied whispers, and furtive glances. The fragility of the situation, the knowledge that every step you took was being scrutinized by watchful eyes, threatened to consume your sanity.

But amidst the chaos of your thoughts, there was a flicker of defiance. You would not succumb to the suffocating expectations of your role as a concubine. No, you would carve your own path, even if it meant venturing into the unknown.

But hey, at least some of the people attending directly to you were getting warmer and less afraid of your presence each day, which to you was an absolute win. Still, loneliness was slowly eating you, and with loneliness and so much time to kill, think and daydream were your new favorite hobbies.

You were terrified of forgetting. As the days passed, you often wondered if there would be a time when you wouldn't recall your old life. You often daydreamed about your family and your friends. About the music you would be listening to at the moment, or the foods you would be eating. About the life you've never got to have. No lover, no children, no nothing. You were dead.

Had people even mourned you? Or did they just go on with their lives as if nothing happened?

Thinking about it was painful enough to not want to dwell on it. Perhaps it would be better if those thoughts could just fade away; To be happy and blissfully ignorant of what was going on at the moment in real life. It didn't matter anyway. This was your new reality.

The only thing you could not forget, even if you wanted to, was the plot of the damn game. Your life depended on it. The first night of realization was spent on writing and analyzing every single detail of the plot —Or at least, the things you could remember. The lore, everything about the fake history of a fake country, which was loosely based on Korea during the Joseon dynasty. Which, of course, you didn’t know much at all. Only what was shown on television, and that was not a relief. You also tried to remember all the routes but failed miserably because you didn’t finish them all… You were pretty sure there was a hidden one you failed to find. You also thought about what and whom to avoid. And after a long time pondering your options, a new plan started to develop...

How could you survive and evade death in this unfamiliar world?

Step number one: discard any weaknesses.

It was challenging to be anything other than polite in this alternative reality where everyone feared you. It might have been considered mean-spirited, but you found joy in the bewildered expressions on the girls' faces whenever you responded with a sincere "thank you" as they brought you meals or brushed your long hair. After all, Kim Taehee's in-game personality was predictably obnoxious, inflicting pain and psychological abuse on others because she could get away with it, thanks to her favored position as King Kim Seokjin's concubine. But in the game, all that changed when the main protagonist, Yun Cheorin, arrived at the palace.

And now, that moment had arrived.

During the first few days, you anticipated that Cheorin would be a problem. She was your sworn enemy, at least in the game, and the sole reason for your demise in each route. You attempted to avoid any encounters with her whenever possible, but it proved challenging since she was one of the servants. Even if you ceased your bullying behavior towards her, misunderstandings were still likely to occur, and that was a risk you were unwilling to take. Consequently, you learned to scurry away from her and the guards who patrolled the corridors, protecting you from... whatever threats may come. For now, nobody sought to end your life, so you were considered safe.

That brings us to step number two. Develop several abilities to ensure your survival.

Fortunately, King Kim Seokjin and a portion of his army were absent. Rumor had it that he had journeyed to another city to attend to some matters, and his return date remained uncertain. Thus, Cheorin had not yet encountered the king, providing you with a window of opportunity, which you intended to exploit.

Your main plan was to run away at the first opportunity. Maybe since the king was away, this could be the perfect time to escape, but because you were so bad at surviving—I mean… you died while throwing up, you've decided to learn how to make the most of your advantage, which was knowing the damn plot.

So, you would take a horse and go far, far away, to a land where people couldn’t recognize you and start all over. But Kim Taehee was no better than you at survival skills. You didn’t know how to plow the land to harvest food so that you wouldn’t starve. You didn’t know how to use a bow to hunt animals and eat their meat. You wouldn’t even talk about your fighting skills—completely null. And lastly, you couldn't even ride a horse. Basically, you were doomed. But at least you had a little bit of time.

Learning how to ride a horse was supposedly the easiest step, yet you couldn't get the hang of it. In your previous life, you've only seen horses from afar, and the thought of riding one terrified you. Hoseok, the stable boy, was nice enough to teach you the basics of it, but that was it. So, every day, at dawn, you would go wandering through the halls, playing hide and seek with the guards and maids trying to find you in the ornate maze. Then, you would go to pester Hoseok during the rest of the day before a guard would come to take you back to your chambers. At first, it felt monotonous, solely preparing for an escape from impending death. However, as the days passed, a peculiar camaraderie blossomed between you and him. You would bring him sweets from your food, and he would make small talk with you.

It became a routine between both of you. You would attack his weak point, which was feeding him with food, and he would entertain you the whole day. Such interactions were clearly frowned upon in this fabricated society, where unmarried men and women were discouraged from speaking with each other, especially when involving a royal concubine. Consequently, Hoseok maintained a serious facade while sharing tales of his family and anecdotes from the town where he grew up—a territory located a week's ride away, all this while eating sugary treats that were previously hidden in your robes.

Befriending him was no coincidence. You deliberately sought him, seeking his company and winning him over with sweets, mainly because it was part of the plot in one of the alternative routes. Cheorin would make friends with him and in return, he would show her a hidden gap to come and go from the palace grounds whenever she wanted. You were pretty sure you could find it on your own, but having Hoseok as an ally and as a friend was a plus; he was charming and entertaining.

Currently, as the midday sun cast its warm golden glow upon the palace, inside a small chamber adjacent to the stables, Hoseok sat on a worn wooden stool, crumbs from the cake he was munching littering the ground around him, both of you watching a couple of birds digging the soil with their beaks, enjoying a momentary respite from the bustling palace. The room exuded an earthy scent, a mixture of hay and the faint aroma of horses. Sparse beams of sunlight pierced through the cracks in the wooden walls, creating dancing patterns on the dirt floor.

As he took another bite of the cake, savoring its sweetness, you watched in fascination as his eyes closed momentarily, relishing the flavors that danced on his tongue. Hoseok was very diligent with his work, waking up at dawn and tending to the animals with such care that you somehow envied his life. He even made such an ordinary life look so appealing. It seemed… so simple. That was a faraway dream of yours.

A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove nearby, causing the slender stalks to sway gracefully, their leaves whispering in harmony. The rhythmic sound provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation.

"So, Hoseok," you began, your voice carrying a note of curiosity, "tell me more about your family. How did they end up in the capital city?"

He leaned back, brushing his fingers off, his touch leaving behind a faint residue of sugar on his pants. His gaze turned distant as he reminisced. "My father was a skilled healer, sought after by many in our hometown. When news reached the king's ears of his abilities, he was summoned to the capital to serve the royal family. My mother and siblings accompanied him, eager for a better life and the opportunities the city promised."

"They say the king spares no expense when it comes to the well-being of his family and those in his service," you remarked, a hint of fake admiration lacing your words.

Hoseok nodded, his expression reflecting both gratitude and exhaustion. "Indeed, the king is generous. He has provided us with a comfortable home and ensured that we lack nothing. But the demands of the palace are rigorous, and the work can be taxing."

As you took a moment to observe Hoseok's weary countenance, a newfound appreciation for him emerged. The lustrous sheen of sweat on Hoseok's forehead mirrored the dedication and labor required to maintain the horses and care for the palace's stable. You almost felt bad for what you were about to ask him.

"You work tirelessly," you continued, a touch of empathy coloring your words. "The horses must be well-cared for, as they are integral to the smooth functioning of the palace. It's no small responsibility."

Silence settled between you, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds and the steady rhythm of the horses' hooves nearby. Hoseok's eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering. "I feel deeply honored by your compliments; however, it is uncommon for you to engage in such dialogue... Might there be something that requires my attention?"

As you contemplated your next question, the air grew cooler, carrying a refreshing breeze that offered respite from the day's heat. The sounds of distant laughter and muffled conversations drifted towards you, reminding you of the palace's constant hum of activity.

"Hoseok," you finally spoke, breaking the silence, "what do you dream of beyond these walls?"

"I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid I do not understand."

"Be honest with me. When your duties are done and the sun sets, what do you yearn for?"

"…Freedom," he said cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of longing. "To explore the vast lands beyond the palace, to witness the beauty of nature untouched by the hands of man. I dream of a life where I can ride through open fields, unburdened by the weight of responsibility. Don’t get me wrong, I’m deeply thankful to His Majesty and all that he’s done for my family and me… But being here was not a dream of mine."

Your heart swelled with empathy, realizing that beneath different circumstances, your desires aligned. Clad in a vibrant hanbok that accentuated your delicate features, you leaned against a wooden pillar. Your eyes, a mixture of curiosity and concern, never wavered from Hoseok's face. You could feel the weight of your request pressing upon you, a mixture of desperation and determination driving your desire to step beyond the palace walls. Your palms, slightly moist from a combination of nerves and the humid summer air, rested gently against the silk fabric of your hanbok.

A moment of contemplation passed before you spoke, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability laced with resolve. "You are being very honest, and I respect that. So, I think it would be fair if I spoke with the same honesty as you."

Summoning your strength, you looked into Hoseok's eyes, your voice quivering with a blend of desperation and sincerity. "I need your help," you began, the words hanging delicately in the air. "You are the only one on this grounds that I can trust... And I'm really sorry for asking this. I want to— No, I need you to help me go outside the palace."

Hoseok's expression transformed, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. Concern etched deep lines upon his forehead, while empathy softened the corners of his eyes. His hands clenched the wooden stool, his grip tightening as he absorbed the weight of your words.

Silence settled between you, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and uncharted possibilities.

Finally, Hoseok exhaled, the breath escaping his lips carrying with it a mixture of understanding and resolve. He met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a newfound determination. "You speak of trust, and I understand the weight of such words," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of trepidation. "In this world of secrets and hidden agendas, finding someone to confide in is a rare gift. Your sincerity does not go unnoticed, and I appreciate your honesty."

A surge of relief washed over you, a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart.

"My Lady... I understand your longing for freedom, but you must know the risks we face. The palace guards and watchmen are ever vigilant, their eyes trained to detect any suspicious activity. Should they discover our secret, the consequences could be dire."

You nodded, a knot forming in your stomach as the gravity of your request settled upon you once again. "Hoseok, I know this is a lot to ask," you began, your voice laced with genuine remorse. "But I have no other choice. I cannot bear the confines of this palace any longer. There is a world waiting for me, waiting for us. I’m… I’m not going forever. I just want to see the outside for a little while. Being here it’s boring me to death. Without Seokjin… I think I might lose my head.”

Hoseok's expression grew pensive, his eyes searching yours for any trace of doubt or hidden motives. The summer breeze carried with it the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the anticipation and uncertainty that hung in the air.

He sighed, a mixture of understanding and concern etched across his face. "I sense the desperation in your words, the yearning for something more. But stepping beyond these palace walls is not a decision to be taken lightly. There are dangers, both seen and unseen, that could threaten your life. Are you truly prepared for it?"

Your heart tightened with a mixture of gratitude and urgency, knowing that Hoseok's honesty held the key to your shared destiny. You straightened your posture, a determined resolve shining through your eyes as you met his gaze, unyielding. "Yes, I understand the risks," you replied, your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within. "But remaining within this palace, confined to a fate chosen for me, is a fate worse than any threat that may lie beyond."

You could see the struggle within Hoseok's expression, torn between duty and the allure of liberation. Your request was no small matter, and his involvement would undoubtedly jeopardize his own safety. The weight of the decision hung in the air, the silence stretching between you like a tangible force.

As the seconds ticked by, you silently implored the universe for a sign—a glimmer of affirmation that would solidify your bond and sway Hoseok's heart.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hoseok's face softened, his guarded expression giving way to a flicker of determination. His voice, though still tinged with caution, held a newfound resolve. "This wall is not impenetrable," he speaks in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning the area for any prying eyes. "The hidden hollow you seek lies within the palace grounds, concealed by overgrown vines and bushes. It is a place forgotten by time, where whispers of the past echo amidst the shadows."

You had to admit, the way everyone spoke so... eloquently was kinda annoying. Very annoying. Instead of going straight to the point, everyone spoke in riddles. Luckily, for you, you already had an idea of where that damn hollow was located, but still. You absorbed every word, committing the description to memory. It was just the beginning of your plan after all, the key to unlocking a world where you could be more than just a pawn in a game.

Hoseok, his voice filled with a mixture of resolve and trepidation, continued, "Remember, Taehee, time is our ally, and impatience can be our downfall. You must find the opportune moment to carry out this clandestine venture when the palace guards are distracted and the gaze of suspicion averted."

Clasping your hands together, you took a step closer to Hoseok, the gap between you narrowing.

"Don't worry about it. I just know the perfect time."

—

As you cautiously made your way through the palace grounds, the moon cast a soft glow upon the intricate architecture that surrounded you. The palace walls stood tall and imposing, your footsteps echoing on the wooden pathway, reverberating through the quiet night. With each step, you could feel the weight of your decision pressing upon you. The palace, with its grandeur and opulence, seemed to hold secrets within its very stones, secrets that whispered tales of power, intrigue, and untold stories.

Taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, you squeezed through the unguarded opening, the rough stone grazing against your skin. The overgrown vines and thorny bushes seemed to guard the secret passage, as if warning you of the risks that lay beyond. The world outside awaited you, its vastness and possibilities calling to your adventurous spirit. You emerged into a realm untouched by the rigid rules of palace life, where freedom danced on the whispering breeze.

Stepping into the wilderness beyond the palace walls, you found yourself enveloped by a symphony of nature's sounds. The first steps beyond the palace walls were hesitant yet filled with a newfound exhilaration. The forest was alive with nocturnal creatures, their rustlings and calls forming an orchestra of life. Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting ethereal patterns on the forest floor, illuminating your path as you ventured further into the unknown.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, moss, and decaying leaves, and the soft rustling of wildlife echoed through the trees. Your senses heightened, and you became acutely aware of the soft caress of a gentle breeze against your skin, carrying with it a sense of liberation and the promise of a new beginning

Lost in the wilderness, your excitement soon gave way to a flicker of apprehension. You realized the enormity of your decision, the uncertainty that lay ahead. Doubt gnawed at you, threatening to dim your resolve.

“It’s just the first step, just the first”, you whispered to yourself, paranoid from the lack of light, and even more afraid that someone could spot you in the middle of the night, which would crumble all your machiavellian plans. So, without thinking twice, you started to wander deeper into the forest, the path becoming increasingly obscured. The pale moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. Shadows danced and swayed, giving life to the stillness of the night. The occasional hoot of an owl echoed through the trees, as if guiding you further into the heart of the mysterious wilderness.

You continued your solitary journey, following the winding path that disappeared and reappeared like a mystical thread woven by nature itself. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if keeping its secrets close to its chest. The occasional gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, caressing your face and bringing with it a hint of earthy fragrance.

The forest swallowed you whole, and the familiar landmarks of the palace were left far behind. The path, now barely discernible, meandered aimlessly through the undergrowth, leading you deeper into its embrace.

As the forest grew denser, your progress slowed. Thorny bushes and tangled roots obstructed your way, requiring careful navigation to avoid their grasp. Each step became a deliberate choice, as you weaved your way through the natural obstacles. A sense of vulnerability mingled with a sense of awe, reminding you of the insignificance of your presence in this vast wilderness.

As time passed by, fatigue began to take its toll, and your legs grew heavy. The only thing you wanted to do by going outside, was to become familiar with the nearby grounds, so it would make it easier to escape once the time arrived. Your job here was done, but just as you contemplated turning back, the faint sound of trickling water reached your ears. A renewed sense of purpose surged within you, and you followed the sound, eager to discover the source of the hidden creek.

With each step, the sound grew louder, resonating through the trees like a soothing lullaby. The undergrowth cleared, revealing a picturesque scene that seemed plucked from a fairy tale. The creek, adorned with sparkling ripples, flowed gently between moss-covered rocks. Moonlight bathed the scene in a mystical glow, casting shimmering reflections upon the water's surface.

You approached the creek cautiously, drawn to its serene beauty. The water, crystal clear and inviting, beckoned you to its embrace. You knelt down at its edge, dipping your hand into the coolness. The sensation sent a refreshing wave through your weary body, invigorating your spirit.

You stood immobile for a second, thinking about the absurdity of everything. "God, this is really cliché. And now what?"

As the midnight hour enveloped the forest in an air of mystery, a shiver of fear coursed through your veins. Each rustle of leaves, each hoot of an owl, felt like a piercing reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. You moved cautiously, acutely aware of the consequences of being caught wandering beyond the palace grounds.

Suddenly, through the dense foliage, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the moonlit backdrop. It was not a bandit that stood before you, but a royal guard, clad in a resplendent uniform that spoke of duty and authority. His regal presence commanded attention, every inch of him radiating discipline and vigilance. The polished armor clung to his form, glinting dully in the faint moonlight, a shield against any threat that dared to challenge the palace. His eyes, sharp and watchful, locked onto you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, quickly masked by a stern expression. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he assessed the situation, his grip on the hilt of his sword betraying his readiness to defend.

He assesses you carefully, his voice carrying a subtle undertone of threat as he inquires, "Your Majesty?"

Oh shit.

"S-Sir, uh, you have mistaken my identity. I am merely an ordinary peasant," you wince, regretting the immediate response that left a bitter taste in your mouth. His eyes become fixated on your hanbok, the opulent fabric reserved for noble individuals. You force a smile, delicately brushing off imaginary dust from your robes. "I should not be present here. I sincerely apologize," you offer, hoping to alleviate the escalating tension.

He pauses, his gaze lingering upon you intently. "Wait," he interjects, a tinge of curiosity resonating in his voice. "Shouldn't there be someone guarding you? It seems unlikely that you are a mere peasant. Your appearance suggests a more distinguished position, possibly that of a concubine."

Your eyes narrow slightly in surprise at his perceptive remark. "And what if I was?" you challenged, a hint of defiance lacing your voice.

He chuckles softly, a mocking undertone underscoring his words. "With your audacious tongue? If you were truly insignificant, you would have met your demise already. Rumors suggest the emperor possesses ruthless tendencies. He would not hesitate to make an example of you if you dared to address him in such a manner. However, your striking beauty might be the reason you remain unscathed," he muses, his gaze scanning your face. "He did this to your pretty face?" he asks, his fingers twitching as if tempted to reach out, gesturing towards the fading mark of violence on your face—a testament to your beloved brother's actions.

A surge of anger pulsed through you, and you instinctively took a step back, asserting your boundaries. "Do not dare lay a hand on me. He would never inflict such harm," you emphasize, your voice resonating with a blend of defiance and conviction. Yet, a sliver of doubt manages to creep into your words.

"Hmm. Your certainty seems wavering," he retorts, a hint of skepticism tainting his tone. There is an undeniable air of unpredictability surrounding him, a constant reminder of the peril he represents.

Aware of the precariousness of your situation, you urged him to step aside. "Please, allow me to pass. I am certain that there are those who seek my presence at this very moment."

"As you wish," he replies, stepping back slightly but still blocking your path.

Just as you're about to push past him, tension heavy in the air, another figure materialized, seemingly from out of nowhere. A young man stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention despite his modest attire. The simplicity of his cotton garb and unadorned appearance marked him as a commoner, a world away from the opulence of the palace. Yet, there was an undeniable aura of strength about him, as if his soul carried the weight of untold stories. His gaze met yours, wariness flickering in his dark eyes. His broad shoulders and powerful thighs hinted at physical prowess honed through labor and discipline. In the depths of his inky hair and the warmth of his tanned skin, there was a raw magnetism that defied societal boundaries. There was a wariness in his gaze, as if he had stumbled upon a scene he hadn't anticipated. He calls out, interrupting the tense standoff. "Taehee?"

Quickly, an idea flickered in your mind, an impulsive gamble to diffuse the tension that crackled in the air. His presence brought a flicker of hope. With a mixture of relief and apprehension, you seized upon the opportunity to redirect the situation.

"Oh, there you are. My escort guard," you spoke with a tinge of relief, the words dripping with false reassurance.

He bowed respectfully, acknowledging your supposed status. "My Lady." The moonlight played upon the slope of his nose, highlighting the handsome features that seemed to belong to another time. At that moment, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to him, a bond forged in the midst of uncertainty.

With an unwavering gaze, you address the guard in a tone that conveys both authority and a touch of impatience. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I am perfectly capable of finding my way back to where I belong. Now, kindly step aside and allow me to continue on my path."

The guard hesitates, his eyes narrowing as he evaluates your words and demeanor. After a tense moment, he relents slightly, stepping aside to grant you a narrow passage. "Very well," he concedes, a glimmer of respect underlying his tone. "But do not think for a moment that my watchful eyes won't be upon you. Should any irregularities arise, the consequences shall fall upon your shoulders."

Acknowledging his warning with a nod, you gracefully move past him, striding purposefully toward your intended destination. The guard's gaze follows you, still filled with a measure of skepticism and curiosity, leaving the air tinged with a sense of lingering intrigue.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," you add, talking to the flabbergasted guard, masking your rage with a veil of sarcasm. Grasping the stranger elbow’s, you pulled him closer, silently urging him to play along. The stranger seemed momentarily taken aback, his eyes widening with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and fell into step beside you. Together, you navigated the treacherous terrain, the dense thicket obscuring your path. The forest seemed to conspire against you, intertwining branches and casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight. The urgency in your steps grew, fueled by the fear of being discovered, your pulse pounding in your ears like a war drum.

"I'm sorry. I got nervous, and this was the first thing that came into my mind," you confessed after a few minutes of silence to your unexpected companion, stealing a glance at him. You studied his face, your gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He was really handsome. "You know my name, and yet you seem surprised that I led you here. Do I know you?" You inquired, a hint of curiosity and confusion creeping into your voice.

He stops abruptly, his gaze searching yours, a puzzled look that quickly gets masked under stoicism, “Jeon Jungkook. Do you… you don't remember me?”

Your heart skips a beat. Of course you remember Jeon Jungkook. Well, not really. Not you, right now, as Kim Taehee. But you remember him from the game. After all, he is the one who ultimately kills you on the main route.

How convenient is it to cross paths with the person you should be avoiding at any cost? Jeon Jungkook is not a merely guard in service of the king, he is basically his right hand, his best friend, and the most fucking skilled swordsman in the entire fake country. He was not appointed as the general of the imperial army just because Seokjin used him as a… you know, someone who does illegal things in the name of the royal crown. A savage, merciless man, blood thirst for revenge and whatever Seokjin tells him to do. At the end of the main route, he ends up killing Kim Taehee, beheading her in front of everybody, and then they all cheer and celebrate and everybody gets their happily ever after. You should be running away from him, and put as much space as you could between the two of you, but how could you do it? If the devil himself seems to be on a first-name basis with you and also has the eyes of a baby deer.

It’s not fair at all.

Torn between the desire to reveal your true connection and the weight of secrecy that still bounds you, you try to collect yourself.

"Jungkook," you whisper softly, savoring the sound of his name. "That name doesn't ring a bell, sorry. But we must be very close if you call me by my given name. I have to apologize, ever since the accident, it's like… like if I was a different person. I can't remember much," you confessed, your voice tinged with a mixture of fear and frustration.

His expression reflected a blend of disappointment and understanding, a delicate dance between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the present. "Uh, yes... I understand," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of empathy and a longing to bridge the gaps of your fragmented memory. “I am nothing more than a guard in service to the king,” he lies, his eyes searching yours for a hint of recognition. A bittersweet pang tugged at your heart as you met his gaze. Memories threatened to surface, but they remained just beyond your grasp, lost in the fog of forgotten moments.

You remain silent, the path before you growing narrower, the overgrown vegetation threatening to impede your progress. You reached out a hand to steady yourself against a sturdy tree trunk, feeling the rough bark beneath your fingertips. "We must tread carefully," you cautioned, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. "My Lady, if I may ask... what led you to venture into the forest alone?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

A flicker of vulnerability passed across your features, momentarily breaking the façade of regality. There was no point in telling a lie. "I needed a respite from the suffocating constraints of palace life," you confessed, your voice tinged with a hint of longing. "To experience the freedom that lies beyond those gilded walls. And I can't do that in daylight."

Understanding filled Jungkook's eyes as he nodded in empathy. "I can only imagine the weight of your responsibilities," he murmured, his voice gentle. "But please know that you are not alone in this. I am here by your side, ready to face whatever challenges may come."

After a while, curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but inquire about Jungkook's sudden appearance earlier. "How did you find me, Jungkook?" you ask, your tone gentle yet filled with intrigue.

He paused for a moment, his steps slowing as he collected his thoughts. "I happened to be passing through these woods on an errand when I heard voices," he began, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. "I couldn't ignore the possibility that someone might be in danger, so I followed the sound. Little did I expect to stumble upon Your Highness in such a precarious situation."

A mixture of awe and gratitude filled your heart as you regarded Jungkook. "It seems the heavens themselves conspired to bring us together," you mused sarcastically, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's gaze met yours, a flicker of warmth and understanding shining in his eyes. "There is an undeniable bond between us, My Lady," he admitted, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. "In this uncertain world, I promise to protect you with my life and stand by your side, should you wish it."

"Okay, so, Jungkook," you continue, redirecting the conversation to the urgency of your situation. It was getting really awkward. "Could you please take me back to the palace grounds? I got lost," you implored, hoping that his presence would guide you safely through the labyrinth of uncertainty.

Jungkook nodded, a determined look crossing his face. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety, My Lady," he vows, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Even if it means stepping into unfamiliar territory and facing the unknown."

You glance at him, a glimmer of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Indeed, fate has a way of surprising us," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "But I have faith in my ability to adapt and play the role."

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jeweledflowers · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳;

𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘴-!:

Who Made Me A Princess/Suddenly Became A Princess One Day

This Villainess Wants A Divorce! / Survive As The Hero's Wife

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother / How To Protect The Heroine's Older Brother / The Way To Protect The Protagonist's Older Brother / Roxana

The Villainess Reverses The Hourglass

Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess / Villains Are Destined To Die / The Villainess Must Die

The Villainess Is A Marionette

Your Throne / I Want To Be You, Just For A Day / The Fallen Duchess

How To Get My Husband On My Side

My Husband Hides His Beauty / My Secretly Hot Husband

I Became The Male Lead's Adopted Daughter

I Became The Male Lead's Wife

Actually, I Was The Real One

I Became The Hero's Rival

Today The Villainess Has Fun Again

The Black Haired Princess / The Royal Princess With Black Hair

Ashtarte

Resetting Lady

Remarried Empress

A Way To Protect The Lovable You

Revolutionary Princess Eve

Beware The Villainess

An Unseemly Lady

A Stepmother's Marchen / Fantasies Of A Stepmother

I Became The Wife Of A Monstrous Crown Prince

Becoming The Villain's Family

How To Hide The Emperor's Child

Seduce The Villain's Father / Flirting With The Villain's Dad

When The Villainess Loves

The Beast Tamed By The Evil Woman

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Depths Of Malice

Sister, I Am The Queen In This Life

Two First Class Stars

When The Villainess Loves

I Tamed A Tyrant and Ran Away

𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦(𝘴);

Yakusoku No Neverland / The Promised Neverland

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Kimetsu No Yaiba / Demon Slayer

Naruto

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Your Lie In April

Violet Evergarden

Spy X Family

Weathering With You

Your Name

Black Butler

𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴;

Genshin Impact

Obey Me!: Shall We Date?

Ikemen Prince

Red White Cinderella (series)

Tears of Themis

Keeper of Mine

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴/𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴;

Harry Potter series, J. K Rowling

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan

The Cage series, Megan Shepherd

The Edge of Everything series, Jeff Giles

Trials Of Apollo, Rick Riordan

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nonelysianthoughts · 4 months

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Welcome

Come one come all, I welcome you to this chaotic space I call my own. You may refer to me as Elysia for now, and for now all I ask is that you beware of where you tread within this library of thoughts and literature (*cough cough fanfics*)

About Elysia! Adult, She/Her, Ravenclaw, Mythology lover, Child of Poseidon, Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Ascendant, Reader, INTJ-T, 5w4, Engene, Lana Del Rey Stan, Selenophile, Astrophile, Daydreamer, TWST player, Manhwa reader, casual kpop listener, amateur editor, moodboard maker, Pinterest addict

Books! The Inheritance Games, The Lunar Chronicles, RiordanVerse, Harry Potter, The Song of Achilles, The Young Elites (though it is seldom talked about), Heartless, A Good Girls Guide to Murder, The Hunger Games, The Selection, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, The Folk of the Air series, The Kingdom of Back

Anime+Donghua!! My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Danganronpa, The Seven Deadly Sins, Snow White with the Red Hair, My Next Life as a Villainess, Demon Slayer, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, The Promised Neverland, Hunter X Hunter, Maid Sama, Spy X Family, Oshi No Ko, Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Link Click, Death Note

Manhwa! (Warning: I’m probably not caught up on any of these) Who Made me a Princess, The Way to Protect the Female Leads Older Brother, Death is the only Ending for the Villainess, The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life, Father, I don’t want to get Married!, The Villainess is a Marionette, Actually, I was the Real One, My Husband Hides his Beauty, The Strongest Characters in the World are Obsessed with me, Insos Law, Lillian of Turin, Becoming the Villains Family, How to get my Husband on my Side, Ashtarte, The Broken Ring: This Marriage will Fail Anyway, Dreaming Freedom, The Real Daughter is Back, The Reason why Raeliana Ended up at the Dukes Mansion, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Pure Villain, Sister, I am the Queen in this Life, How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game, The First Night with the Duke, To You Who Swallowed a Star, The Empress’ Lipstick, Never Ending Darling, Zero Game, Villain to Kill, Muse on Fame, Cierra, Seasons of Blossom, 66,666 Years: Advent of the Dark Mage, Go Away Romeo, Omniscient Reader, Wavering Worlds, See you in my 19th Life, Phone Addict, Men of the Harem, The Perfect Hybrid, Blood of the Butterfly, Your Throne, The Remarried Empress

Manga! Even if you Slit my Mouth, Kasane, Brutal: Confessions of a Homicide Investigator

Music! Lana Del Rey, Enhypen, New Jeans, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Blackpink, Bts, Muiscals, Ren Zotto, Maneskin

Currently!

Audiobook(s):

Online read(s): Circe

Physical read(s): The Rule of Thoughts, The Songs from the Deep

Manhwa/Webtoon I’m catching up with: The Perfect Hybrid, Return of the Female Knight,

Shows: Black Clover, Avatar: the Last Airbender (animated series), Outer Banks, Gilmore Girls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

#welcome #introduction #tumblr intro #introductory post #nice to meet you

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